Lyovkin; Mikhail; Weapon

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Lyovkin; Mikhail; Weapon



Name: Mikhail Lyovkin



Nickname: Misha



Age: 17



Gender: Male



Race: Weapon



Position: Student



Class: NOT



Partner:



A Strong Body



Picture:



Appearance: Misha is an oddball blonde child amongst a whole family of tanned brunettes. It was never explicitly stated, but most of his appearance came from his mother: blonde hair, honey brown eyes, and a pretty, snowy complexion. He’s built more like his father, a little on the shorter and chunkier side. (Well, short in comparison to his brother and other members of his family. While he did shoot up in height around fifteen, his brother still towers over him.)

He started taking an interest in boxing at a young age, though, and started working out with his brother, which quickly turned baby fat into toned muscles. His taut upper body is usually covered by gaudy jackets and shirts. He likes wearing louder colors, like yellows and oranges, and only ever wears shorts and cargo pants. (Despite the fact that he will wear sweatshirts all day long, he claims that long pants are way too hot for him.)

He holds himself with confidence, an intimidation technique he picked up at a young age and can’t seem to break even though he rarely is intentionally trying to intimidate someone. Only very recently has he gotten into the habit of slouching, mostly because he finds himself more tired than usual now. His expression is also affected by his recent exhaustion: he usually has a bright and sunny countenance, and can almost always be found smiling. But as of late he has been zoning out more and looking a bit more like a zombie due to insomnia. If you catch him early enough in the morning, he’s like a completely different person: bags under his eyes and a glare that could kill a man.



Height: 5’10



Weight: 170lbs



Fighting Style: Misha’s a slugger who relies heavily on physical strength and punching power to get through a fight. Due to a lack of any formal training in boxing, his style is sloppy and as far as footwork goes he would probably trip over himself if he tried anything fancy. But that makes for a perfect brawler; he has enough physical power to do some real damage, and he can take hits really well. He focuses more on big, powerful hits rather than small jabs, but unfortunately he’s a little slow and doesn’t do well against faster opponents.

His partial form is virtually useless to him, unless he wanted to burn the whole establishment down, so he never uses it in a fight.



Personality: Though he wasn’t always this way, Misha has become quite the social little thing. He’s the type who has never met a stranger, and is open and warm to just about everyone he meets. He always has a smile on his face, and friendliness just sort of radiates off of him—as though he were made of sunshine .

He tends to paint himself as a bit of a clown, always trying to stuff a joke into most situations even though it’s not always appropriate. He appreciates and acknowledges the power of a laugh, and likes to try and instill that joy within the hearts of others. That being said, he becomes incredibly awkward with somber moods, and doesn’t quite know how to handle himself in those situations. It usually ends with him making someone angry by trying to lighten the mood.

He’s a huge advocate of self-love and confidence, and will not hesitate to explain to someone just exactly what he likes about them. He knows from personal experience that it’s much easier to like yourself when you know that other people like you, so he’s never shy when proclaiming his feelings.

He likes poppy music, and though he’s really bad at it he likes to sing and dance as well. He’s really clumsy on his feet, though, and often makes a spectacle of himself. He’s pretty good about just laughing it off; he’s not the type to get self-conscious.

Misha is a bit on the possessive side, always has been, and he does get quite jealous over very dear friends. He’ll also get pouty when said friends are ignoring him, and he gets a little clingy and throws in declarations of them being his best friend. It was kind of cute when he was a kid, but it has only gotten worse as he has gotten older and it’s starting to worry his family.

Recently he’s been acting a little strange; due to bouts of insomnia, he’s become quite irritable in the mornings. Thankfully, a couple cups of coffee quickly fix that, but sometimes throughout the day he becomes lethargic and zones out in class or with his friends. Because of this, his grades were starting to drop. And while he has never liked being alone, recently it has become a great source of anxiety for him. He was already a very social and outgoing person, but it’s gotten to the point where he has a panic attack if he’s left in a room alone. And on multiple occasions, he has snuck into other family members’ rooms to sleep with them. He says he feels more at ease when he can hear them breathing.



Inside the Soul





Weapon form: His full weapon form is that of a roks-3 flamethrower, designed to look like a rifle and a backpack. The rifle portion is exactly forty-four inches in length, with the barrel taking up twenty-seven of those inches. The tank portion consists of three cylinders each about a foot in length, covered in an army green cloth to look more like a typical student’s backpack. Though each tank can theoretically hold two gallons each, the backpack is not heavy on the Meister.

The rifle portion is easy to use: all that is really required is proper aim and a pull of the trigger—on a good day, flames can reach a ten foot range. The stream itself lasts for roughly three minutes in total. (One Post) After that, the rifle can be used as a blunt weapon.

Currently, he can’t completely transform at will. When he tries, he succeeds about seventy-percent of the time. And while he thinks it’s okay, his grandmother insists that that percentage is not consistent enough.



Partial Form: His left pointer finger morphs into the upper three inches of the barrel in his partial form, and while he can control the transformation to a degree he cannot control when fire comes out of it. Which not only makes the form extremely dangerous, but also extremely useless. With the flame reaching just at four inches, he's more like a glorified lighter.

Abilities: Flame Soul: Being a flamethrower, Misha possesses a fiery soul. It mainly serves to power his weapon form, rather than using gasoline. It also keeps his body temperature higher than the average, which has scared many a nurse and led to rather uncomfortable hugs.



Resonances:



Out of your Mind



Strengths: Physically Strong

Combat Training

Endurance



Weaknesses: Psychologically Weak

Low Stamina

Strategically Inept







Hobbies:Misha does a lot of boxing in his free time—it’s a huge stress reliever, and free time is something he has an abundance of. He’s not on any sort of team, though he had planned on it before his weapon powers emerged. His older brother is on a team, though, so the two practiced together enough that Misha’s gotten quite good at it. He holds it very dear, as almost daily he finds himself losing interest in every other thing going on in his life.



Likes: Boxing

Dancing

Big Dogs

Snow

Iced Coffee

Spicy Foods



Dislikes: Heights

Bears (He’s actually terrified of them.)

Being Alone

Running

Milk

Rainy Weather



Aspirations: He’d like to go pro with boxing, though right now he’s currently enraptured in playing super hero over at Shibusen. So his current goals are to get stronger, and hopefully he can go back to his boxing career once his weapon work is all said and done.



History: Mikhail was a product of his father’s second marriage, a union between a business owner and a girl ten years his junior. The first marriage had ended in a scandal, or so Misha had heard, where his brother’s mother had an affair with his father’s business partner. The end of the second marriage was just as, if not more, loud: apparently, so the reports say, after trying to poison his father, Misha’s mother tried to run off with him. Misha had only been three at the time, so his memory of the events were fuzzy and almost nonexistent. His older, half-brother Philipp shared memories of the woman constantly muttering to herself in a crazed manner about just before the abduction. He had also heard her make plans to go to Saint Petersburg.

Thankfully, Misha had been recovered within hours; his mother hadn’t even left Pargolovo before she confessed everything to a homeless man, insisting that her husband was trying to kill her and her baby. What followed was an annulment and a one-way trip to the hospital—all paid for by the now single father.

Misha never really got to see his mother growing up, as his father deemed it far too dangerous to visit her. It didn’t have a huge impact on his life, though. Not only was his father actively and happily involved in his life, but he was extremely close with his older brother as well. The three of them got along very well, and lived a very happy life in their big house.

At the age of ten, Misha started taking an interest in his older brother’s hobby of boxing. Philipp joined a team when he entered high school, and would come back home and teach Misha what he knew. The two would also go work out together, though Misha liked lifting weights more than cardio. Running always tired him out, so he developed a hatred for it over time.

It was when he turned thirteen that his grandmother dropped a fairly large bomb on him; he had grown up with the knowledge of her lineage, a long line of fire-element weapons that dated back to the thirteenth century. But he had always thought his brother would be the one to inherit those powers—his grandmother had made it clear to both of them that only one child would become a weapon, as was tradition in the family. But as Philipp was reaching his seventeenth year of life, it became readily apparent that he would not be the heir. And that was when Grandmother made an off-hand comment about how the ability had a tendency to appear amongst second children.

Everything changed after that. Philipp began distancing himself, throwing himself into boxing and no longer letting Misha tag along. His father had also been busy lately, between a recent boom in the business and a new soon-to-be wife. They married fairly quickly, and brought a new sister and mother into Misha’s life.

It was an odd adjustment. Besides his grandmother’s occasional visits, Misha wasn’t used to women being around the house. And since Philipp wasn’t as present anymore, he went through a rough and lonely period of keeping to himself and trying not to make a mess of anything, which usually resulted in him sulking in his room.

Thankfully, it was a short period. Tatyana, the sister, was a stubborn social butterfly who would constantly follow the teenaged Misha around the house and into town. And Misha welcomed the company, having never liked being lonely, so it wasn’t too long before the two of them became close friends. In fact, they were almost always together.

So that naturally made Tanya the first witness to Misha’s long-awaited transformation. He had been fifteen at the time, and they had been playing in the garden, a rather silly game that the older girl had made up on the spot, when Misha tripped and fell. Only, when he landed, an old flamethrower was left in his place. In his panic, he freaked out a little and burned down some of the orchids. His father seemed quite upset by it, but Grandmother was very pleased. The line of late-bloomers continues, she had chuckled to herself.

That seemed to hammer the nail in the coffin for Misha’s relationship with his brother, and shortly after that Philipp moved off to England for his studies. And though there was very little contact with the eldest child, the younger siblings were able to keep each other company. Misha’s stepmother also made a point to get herself more involved in his life, and she did mountains of research on flamethrowers and weaponry. She was extremely helpful in getting Misha to adjust to his new abilities.

Though, after two more years of struggling, Grandmother decided that Misha would not be able to master his transformation on his own, and insisted he be sent to America to study at Shibusen. There was a little argument on his father’s side, with the man being upset that another son would be sent away. But Tanya and her mother were extremely supportive, saying that this would not only be a good experience for Misha but also an adventure he’d never forget. And that was enough to inspire motivation in Misha himself, which eventually led to his father giving in as well.

So at the age of seventeen, Misha found himself on a plane and headed for America.



Extra Notes: It has been announced that his mother suffers from paranoia and schizophrenia, though Misha was never informed of this diagnosis.

oh and he enjoys sloppy make outs



Behind the strings



Alias: Josie



Other characters: James Porter, Noelle Peterson



Face Claim: Hideyoshi Nagachika, Tokyo Ghoul, Mikhail Lyovkin



RP Sample: Mikhail had always had a room to himself, though unlike most kids he didn’t really like that fact. He had kind of been okay with it for a while, but around his sixteenth birthday things just started getting weird. He started having really creepy dreams that seemed way too real—he tried looking it up, once, and decided that night terrors were the closest he could get to naming his affliction even though his symptoms were a little bit different. Thankfully, Tanya was a bit of a night owl and would come sit with him during particularly scary nights.

But that still left him alone on the other nights, so he was extremely thankful to find that he’d be getting a roommate. Having someone else in the room usually helped in sending the nightmares away.

And, thankfully, he had the coolest roommate ever.

“I’ve never played soccer” it wasn’t the term he was used to using, so he slipped on the word a little “before! Will you teach me?”

“I…I guess?”

Ah, what a cool guy. A little gloomy, but Mikhail really liked that. It was a little endearing, or he thought so anyway. Anybody who actually liked a sport with so much running was far stronger than he could ever hope to be. Mikhail gave the other boy a huge grin. “You’re the greatest~!”

That made the other boy turn a bright shade of red, which only seemed to please Mikhail more. He really liked this kid. His new roommate just needed a little love, he decided.

“We can do that later! Let’s go check out the school!”

“Right now?”

“Of course! No time like the present, Myshka~”

“B-but you haven’t even finish-wait, what?”

Unpacking could wait. Mikhail hadn’t even brought that much to being with; just a suitcase and a small box of little things his mom insisted he bring. He didn’t fight her on it—after all, moms just had a way of knowing what was important. Or that was what his experience told him, at least, brief as it was.

There was so much to see and explore and get to know. This wasn’t just a change of schools, this was a complete change of culture. And he wanted to know everything about it. He wanted to know the other people in this city, to know the students of Shibusen. He wanted to taste things he couldn’t find at home and see things that could only be found here in this very place. There would be time for unpacking, and studying, and working hard. But for now, he had a world to explore.

His roommate looked completely caught off guard—funny, for someone who had attended such a school for as long as he had—when Mikhail grabbed his wrist and began to drag him out of the room, laughing and humming a victorious sounding song.

They were going to be best friends, Mikhail just knew it.

[Rylux]

Alright, there are just a few things that need some tweaking and you should be good to go.

Weapon Form: How long can he maintain the flames? There just needs to be a number attached to “how long he has energy”

Partial Form: How far can he shoot flames in this form? I’d suggest about a foot at most

Strengths: The only thing is doesn’t seem to really have combat experience. Switch it to combat training and you’ll be good.

Just fix these things and Misha looks fine.

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That should be everything, Boss~! Thank you!

[Rylux]

And your good, feel free to begin posting!