Post by Mikhail Orlov on Sept 29, 2018 20:06:12 GMT -4
Mikhail Orlov
BASIC INFORMATION
Hero/Vigilante/Villain alias: Serperior
Player Name: DrTentacles
Faceclaim/Series: Hikaru Osari (B-Project)
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Hero
Height: 1.8m Standing/4.6m tail to head
Weight: 150kg
Hair/Style: Frequently Dyed (Currently White)
Skin/Scars: Japanese, Light-Toned
Eyes: Gold
Notables: Green-patterned snake tail from waist-down. Scaled patches on face and shoulders. Fangs, forked tongue.
Player Name: DrTentacles
Faceclaim/Series: Hikaru Osari (B-Project)
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Hero
Height: 1.8m Standing/4.6m tail to head
Weight: 150kg
Hair/Style: Frequently Dyed (Currently White)
Skin/Scars: Japanese, Light-Toned
Eyes: Gold
Notables: Green-patterned snake tail from waist-down. Scaled patches on face and shoulders. Fangs, forked tongue.
APPEARANCE AND PERSONALITY
Appearance:
Mikhail is your classic “exotic-looking pretty boy:” the kind that shows up in a couple teen movies, frontmans a boy band or idol group,” does a television spot or two, then either transitions into a serious acting career, or more likely, fizzles out in a haze of drugs and public scandals.
His look is almost copy-pasted: effeminate, perfectly coiffed hair, slender muscles, pale russian-japanese skin, and a sharp face with a bad-boy attitude. He probably smells like expensive cologne. Expensive cologne from his own brand. Unfortunately, Mikhail had to ditch the traditional leather jacket or ragged t-shirt for cut-off, neo-traditional yukata wraps. Snake people look silly in most normal clothing.
Mikhail might be the first teen hearthrob to be half-snake, though. From the waist up, he’s mostly human, with only a few scales, a set of sharp white fangs, and slit eyes to give him away. There’s no way to disguise the rest, though--the entire lower half of his body is scaley, green, and noodly.
Prior to applying for his pro hero license, Mikhail was in a severe car accident. This left him with some still-healing injuries--burns over his left lower jaw and neck, some deep cuts on his chest and forearms, and over 18 broken ribs. They've healed in ugly scars, which are usually hidden under his clothes.
POSITIVE
✔ Outgoing
✔ Brave
✔ Generous
NEGATIVE
✖ Reckless
✖ Impatient
✖ Shallow
LIKES
✔ Expensive Clothes
✔ Contests (Games and Sports)
✔ Music
DISLIKES
✖ Idleness
✖ Crudeness
✖ Poor Taste
Personality:
Personality is an odd word for Mikhail. For him, it’s less about who he is, and more about what role he’s playing at the moment. If he’s not acting, he’s actually a little uncomfortable.
Publicly, however, Mikhail is outgoing and boastful, but not in a mean way. He just wants to be noticed, and is happy to build someone else up as well, rather than feeling the need to put them down. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and changes mood quickly, but usually, is pretty positive--even manic, always with something to say. He doesn’t take frustration well, but he’d rather try again, or try something else than mope. He can take a joke at his own expense, and will give one back--but always light-hearted, never cruel.
Mikhail is your classic “exotic-looking pretty boy:” the kind that shows up in a couple teen movies, frontmans a boy band or idol group,” does a television spot or two, then either transitions into a serious acting career, or more likely, fizzles out in a haze of drugs and public scandals.
His look is almost copy-pasted: effeminate, perfectly coiffed hair, slender muscles, pale russian-japanese skin, and a sharp face with a bad-boy attitude. He probably smells like expensive cologne. Expensive cologne from his own brand. Unfortunately, Mikhail had to ditch the traditional leather jacket or ragged t-shirt for cut-off, neo-traditional yukata wraps. Snake people look silly in most normal clothing.
Mikhail might be the first teen hearthrob to be half-snake, though. From the waist up, he’s mostly human, with only a few scales, a set of sharp white fangs, and slit eyes to give him away. There’s no way to disguise the rest, though--the entire lower half of his body is scaley, green, and noodly.
Prior to applying for his pro hero license, Mikhail was in a severe car accident. This left him with some still-healing injuries--burns over his left lower jaw and neck, some deep cuts on his chest and forearms, and over 18 broken ribs. They've healed in ugly scars, which are usually hidden under his clothes.
POSITIVE
✔ Outgoing
✔ Brave
✔ Generous
NEGATIVE
✖ Reckless
✖ Impatient
✖ Shallow
LIKES
✔ Expensive Clothes
✔ Contests (Games and Sports)
✔ Music
DISLIKES
✖ Idleness
✖ Crudeness
✖ Poor Taste
Personality:
Personality is an odd word for Mikhail. For him, it’s less about who he is, and more about what role he’s playing at the moment. If he’s not acting, he’s actually a little uncomfortable.
Publicly, however, Mikhail is outgoing and boastful, but not in a mean way. He just wants to be noticed, and is happy to build someone else up as well, rather than feeling the need to put them down. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and changes mood quickly, but usually, is pretty positive--even manic, always with something to say. He doesn’t take frustration well, but he’d rather try again, or try something else than mope. He can take a joke at his own expense, and will give one back--but always light-hearted, never cruel.
HISTORY
Mikhail was born to be a star. His parents were almost ruthless in molding him for fame--his mother had experience in the industry as a former TV-drama star, and his father her ex-producer. The fact that he was born with a long coiling tail didn’t stop them a beat--they viciously defended him from any criticism, and he was in front of a TV camera in ads before he even knew what the words he was saying meant.
It wasn’t an unloving childhood, but it wasn’t easy either. Both of his parents had seen the underbelly of the industry. Both of them had come from poverty, and neither of them had the success in their career they wanted. All of those expectations were put on Mikhail.
His big break came barely into his teens--he was cast as the bad boy villain-turned rival from a Sentai show. From there it was break after break. As real heroes and villains walked into the light, Mikhail played them. They battled evil and crime and each other, and he battled drugs, treacherous friends, grabby producers, and insane fans. Every detail of his life, every relationship or drunken outing ended up online.
Mikhail didn’t hate his fame, but he did feel trapped by it. The way he learned to cope was by taking risks. He insisted on doing his own stunts, and took up hobbies like base-jumping or paragliding. He drove too fast at night, and went out in the wrong districts after hours. When he was in danger, his fans and job and parents couldn’t find him.
Of course, it caught up with him. In his late teens, as he was starting to age out of a lot of his old roles, the stress of having to find a new identity--to go into comedy or get serious in dramas or to start a solo act was eating at him more than it ever had. And as a response, he took greater risks.
The day after his twentieth birthday, EMTs pulled him out of the flaming wreckage of his car. Inside was another, unidentified body, and the skid marks of another car was found nearby. Mikhail was close to dead, with several internal bleeding and burns, and what looked like knife wounds on his forearms. There was no way to do proper blood tests, but officers on the scene said there was alcohol and drug paraphernalia in the car.
It was the best thing that ever happened to Mikhail.
After two weeks of intensive care in the hospital, he went to the superhero registration camp, and applied to be a hero.
They literally laughed at him.
The laughter didn’t stop after his parents made a “personal request” to consider him for the test. Mikhail hadn’t expected them to support him, but in their eyes, it was a way for him to keep his career. Despite their flaws, his accident came as a wake-up call to them as well.
There was still snickering on the day of the test when Mikhail showed up, bandages over his still-healing scars, hiding his face from the press behind a surgical mask. There’d even been comedy skits by now about what having a pretty-boy-idol as a pro-hero would be like.
When he walked out hours later with his license, the laugher faded, for the most part. Only confusion was left.
He’d trained in martial arts for his roles. Memorizing laws wasn’t that far from learning lyrics or lines. And it was like a fire had been lit inside him after the accident. He could be a hero. He could be worth something.
He’d prove it.
It wasn’t an unloving childhood, but it wasn’t easy either. Both of his parents had seen the underbelly of the industry. Both of them had come from poverty, and neither of them had the success in their career they wanted. All of those expectations were put on Mikhail.
His big break came barely into his teens--he was cast as the bad boy villain-turned rival from a Sentai show. From there it was break after break. As real heroes and villains walked into the light, Mikhail played them. They battled evil and crime and each other, and he battled drugs, treacherous friends, grabby producers, and insane fans. Every detail of his life, every relationship or drunken outing ended up online.
Mikhail didn’t hate his fame, but he did feel trapped by it. The way he learned to cope was by taking risks. He insisted on doing his own stunts, and took up hobbies like base-jumping or paragliding. He drove too fast at night, and went out in the wrong districts after hours. When he was in danger, his fans and job and parents couldn’t find him.
Of course, it caught up with him. In his late teens, as he was starting to age out of a lot of his old roles, the stress of having to find a new identity--to go into comedy or get serious in dramas or to start a solo act was eating at him more than it ever had. And as a response, he took greater risks.
The day after his twentieth birthday, EMTs pulled him out of the flaming wreckage of his car. Inside was another, unidentified body, and the skid marks of another car was found nearby. Mikhail was close to dead, with several internal bleeding and burns, and what looked like knife wounds on his forearms. There was no way to do proper blood tests, but officers on the scene said there was alcohol and drug paraphernalia in the car.
It was the best thing that ever happened to Mikhail.
After two weeks of intensive care in the hospital, he went to the superhero registration camp, and applied to be a hero.
They literally laughed at him.
The laughter didn’t stop after his parents made a “personal request” to consider him for the test. Mikhail hadn’t expected them to support him, but in their eyes, it was a way for him to keep his career. Despite their flaws, his accident came as a wake-up call to them as well.
There was still snickering on the day of the test when Mikhail showed up, bandages over his still-healing scars, hiding his face from the press behind a surgical mask. There’d even been comedy skits by now about what having a pretty-boy-idol as a pro-hero would be like.
When he walked out hours later with his license, the laugher faded, for the most part. Only confusion was left.
He’d trained in martial arts for his roles. Memorizing laws wasn’t that far from learning lyrics or lines. And it was like a fire had been lit inside him after the accident. He could be a hero. He could be worth something.
He’d prove it.
