Name of the Cat: Mikhyael
Your User: Avid_RPer18
Sex: Male
Breed: Russian Blue/
Siberian Mix
Starting Stage: Master
Territory: Collar Color: n/a
Collar Design: n/a
Fur Colors: The Russian Blue typical shade mixed with patches of black and white
Skin tone: Kind of fair, but not extremely so.
Body build: Medium-slender build
Hair Style: Short, well kept, brushed back from his face.
Hair Color: Very dark brown
Eye Style/Color: ForestClothing: Suits. Think trousers, jacket, vest, button up collared shirt, tie, suspenders, the whole nine. Most likely in a dark neutral. Dark gray, navy, black, etc. He also wears pince-nez style glasses.
Jewelry: None to minimal. His definition of jewelery would be tie pins or clips and cuff links.
Markings: Weapon of choice: Hammer, hatchet, a ballistic knife, or a pistol. He prefers the gun, so as to avoid any messy splattering on his suits, but if he needs to get nitty gritty, then a hammer or hatchet often is the weapon that fits in his hand.
References: Laced throughout. I have doodled him some.
I'll have to see if I can wrestle the scanner into submission. Correction, I'll have to connect a computer to the scanner to get anything online. -_-;
I too have a personality for him as well.
Mikhyael is a cat that takes himself far too seriously. He speaks in a highly formal manner, not ye olde english though. Cool and meticulous, he works hard at whatever tasks are appointed of him, using whatever means necessary to get the job done, even if the means to the end are far from savory or considered good or lawful. Mikhyael enjoys well thought out planning and when things go off without a hitch. He is very reserved about himself and keeps most of his personal stuff to himself under an emotionally bland veneer, consisting of mainly neutral, mildly annoyed, and very annoyed. His reservation actually started out as a means to protect himself when he was younger, but as he grew older its what he learned and it became part of him. Now, if placed in a situation that would normally bring forth certain emotions, he has to struggle to be able to find the proper one to display if he bothers at all. Mikhyael keeps himself so strait-laced that whatever semblance of a love life he had as a youth has fallen by the way side. The tom doesn't outwardly display what his sexual preferences are and doesn't appear to have any interest in finding someone and starting a family. In fact, virtually the only way to have him produce children is to get him very drunk and 'leading him astray'. Enough alcohol will loosen up those iron inhibitions quite well. (He doesn't drink often and when he does its usually in moderation. One would have to either keep him busy or make sure his attention is held long enough for the booze to start having its effects. Once the ball starts rolling towards inebriation, the going gets easier.)
When the male allows himself some down time in his busy schedule of being a major stick in the mud, a sour puss, and a workaholic, he enjoys nothing better than catching up on a little read or playing his saxophone. (His saxophone case often doubles as a place to hide his weapons, namely those that can't be hidden in his suits, like his pistol or ballistic knife.)
His ideal work arrangement would be under someone with long term goals and plans. If he worked by himself, he'd finish everything he'd need to do with as much efficiency that he could muster and be done with it. If he got everything he needed to accomplish done, he'd find himself sitting around bored and either making more stuff for himself to do or attempting to find a hobby that wouldn't offend his sense of taste.
When I hear
this song I think of him.
