Mihaly Vegh

❛❛ Samael (Seth)

Mihály Illés Végh

twenty-eight || asexual || male || villain

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE
✔ Polite, passionate, orderly, charismatic, intelligent, loving

NEGATIVE
✖ Dogmatic, cunning, dramatic, eccentric, unpredictable, obsessive, blood-thirsty

LIKES
✔ Reading, flying, people with good reasons, animals, talking in his original language (and confusing people with it), saying/doing things just so he can watch the reactions

DISLIKES
✖ Sleeping, lying on his side, religion, being dirty, stuck-up people, goody-two-shoes, people touching his wings

PERSONALITY
While being polite and having the air of a well-read and well-learned individual, Miha tends to insult people with a kind smile and honey-coated words. If he is doing it right, the person doesn’t even notice they are being insulted. That unnerving smile of his and his words that are like golden knives dipped in venom are what make him incredibly unpredictable. He has a really unstable mind. He snaps easily, and his unpredictability skyrockets when someone sets off his fuse.

His wit and polite manner is maybe his only selling point as a nice person, because everything else is either a mask fastened carefully in place, or a big fat lie that shatters from a little observation. Whenever he is called out on a lie, he might not deny it, but would still cover it up with a different lie, or dismiss it and change the subject. He was once accused of being allergic to straight answers. His reply was that he is quite healthy and isn’t allergic to anything, thank you very much. That, in itself, is something to take into account.

Though it appears he talks a lot and likes to hear his own voice, he is actually really secretive and always keeps a little aura of mystery around himself. Talking about everything and nothing is easy, but confiding in others is an unnatural reaction. Only half of his words should be taken seriously, and even that half is usually hard to believe, or just plain nonsense. His promises mean nothing, and you can expect him to have some underlying plan even behind his hidden intentions.

He has really solid view of the world and life, and that view is unshakeable. If he decides someone is unworthy, no one would be able to convince him otherwise, unless the person themselves prove him wrong by action. His beliefs are set in stone, and would keep to them through flood, through blood, even if his own life is gambled for that belief.

Despite all of this, strangely enough, he likes to make friends and can actually care for said friends. But as a liar, he is okay with not taken seriously by his own dearests. He would go to certain lengths for their well-being, even. He believes in the existence of justified collateral damage, and on top of that, despite his pride, he isn’t afraid to chastise himself to reach his goal. But even when covered in mud and grime, he is just a cobra hiding in the sand for the right time to lash out and counterattack.

He can really immerse himself in things he likes, and that includes hobbies and people alike. He can get incredibly possessive and over-protective about what he considers his, whether it be a property, an employee, or a dear significant other. If he loves something, he loves it too much, almost blindly and subjectively.

He has the days. Those days. The incredibly bad days, when he would be snappy, frustrated, sad, and would create a massacre just because someone looked at him funny. Pro tip: do not look at him funny.

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 185 cm
WEIGHT: 93 kg (wings included)
HAIR/STYLE: White, thick. Kept longer to hide his eyes and ears if necessary, and grown out in the back, reaching his waist.
SKIN/SCARS: Caucasian, slightly tan. Using his abilities might cause black markings to appear all over his body.
EYES: Green, bright, oval shaped.
NOTABLES: Wings, caused by his mutation. Interesting enough, they are always immaculate.

Miha likes to boast that he is tall and handsome, even though that is always in the eyes of the beholder. He certainly has a charm that can sway people in, and that is also highly affected by his appearance. Even though he is Caucasian, his white hair and bright eyes make his skin seem more tan than it is, giving him a quite exotic image.

That long hair was a bad habit he kept. As his family was sensitive to boys having long hair, keeping it grown in the back is something like a rebellious streak that followed him into adulthood. He keeps it shorter, more convenient on the front, as he does actually dislike to care for the long locks.

While he seems lanky, the muscles in his upper body are toned and fine, as they are needed to better control and use his wings. Those extra bodyparts cause enough trouble to him as they are when it comes to dressing himself. Most of his shirts are either custom-made, or simply ripped to allow his wings to move freely. Some of them have their back completely removed, because pulling on a shirt and force his wings through two holes in the fabric’s back usually ends in failure and shredded clothes either way.

HISTORY

Miha’s life was heavily influenced by religion. Being born into a strictly Catholic family with a pair of feathery wings as one of the first quirkers of the world, he was heavily prejudiced against both positively and negatively. The Eastern-European country he lived in was restricted and slow when it came to the media coverage of quirkers, and so, the child’s existence was frowned upon. The mother was convinced she was blessed by God himself to be able to give life to an angel, while the father was slowly becoming enraged. He thought his wife must have been disloyal to birth such a child, and he refused to admit him to be an angel, especially with the wings being impure with metal.

He was taught every prayer, he had to be able to recite the holy teachings, he had to be able to remember the life of saints – Miha was brought up with the purpose of being the messenger of religion and God’s Word itself, according to his mother. Crazed light was shining in her eyes as she talked about the child’s future with obsessive insistence. While young, Miha only cared about her words, but as he had become older, even a child could see the almost possessed way she was looming over him upon the smallest of mistakes. Like a caged bird, she was keeping him on a tight leash, and would retaliate against the smallest show of disobedience or impurity.

His father was a completely different side of the spectrum. His trust in his wife and child was broken the moment he saw the wings on the small back grow larger with the body months after moths. When the mother wasn’t listening, he told the child the exact opposite. He was no angel, he was a mistake, and evil being born from the impurity of the mother. His ugly, deformed wings and the mutated body were just proof of that. With time, the child learned that he wasn’t the only human showing weird mutations and abilities on the world, but the obsessive brainwashing never stopped.

He knew not what to believe, but after he hit puberty, the opinion of others’ mattered little. That was when he lashed out and left his home and the bloody bodies of his parents behind.

There was a crack not in his body but in his mind, and lives were never again as precious as they were before. Foster care was avoided, petty crimes were common, and it didn’t take him long to find other quirkers similarly broken as him. He learned how to take care of himself while on the streets, and even managed to charm his way into homes to stay and recover when needed.

He heard stories about how quirkers attacked people, and how others would stand up against them. He looked upon it all with a vague feeling of amusement, but seeing the reactions to quirks in general from the public just made him more and more sure that humanity was corrupt from the core. No matter if someone had a special ability, or was quirkless, Miha took it upon himself to punish those that he deemed unworthy.

He had to hide often enough, but his country’s restricted media coverage was actually beneficial for him. Rarely anyone seemed to know about a winged quirker who would attack people for seemingly unnecessary reasons, so he could gather as much information as needed, and even live his life with relative ease. He even managed to gather a rather nice amount of founds by acting as a henchman and cleaner for shady people, then backstabbing them and get the bounty money from another group of mafiosi. Living the life on the line seemed to be just fitting for him.

The vigilantes who wanted to right the wrongs of the world were getting more and more in his way, and going against them proved to be more and more trouble. But luckily they didn’t start to organize themselves, and most heroic quirkers in his toes met their fate. Those he didn’t take care of, he managed to outrun, or rather out-fly. But when he caught the rumors of an actual hero academy opening its gates, his amusement quickly turned into anger. With official heroes on the streets, it will be that much harder to rid the world of its stains.

Needless to say, he did not trust the future heroes at all. He saw every single person as a sinner who had to face punishment sooner or later, either by his hands, or by someone else’s. Heroes had no right to decide who to save and who to kill to save others. He wanted to stop their actions and undermine the heroes – and possibly continue to rid the world of the dirt.

He traveled to Japan, and started to gather an information network that would benefit him in the long run. To keep himself fed and be able to cover the tracks of money he gathered from shady jobs, he opened up a bar, a night club in the alleys of Tokyo. He made sure to keep the bar clean, strictly dealing with any illegalities that would surface within its open lounge. However, the private backrooms are where some of the villains and vigilantes might gather to make a deal…