Post by Mikha'il Bashal on Jan 26, 2022 4:27:06 GMT
Name: Mikha'il Bashal
Nicknames: Mikha
Age: 16
Nationality: Domani
Place of Birth: Outskirts of Salidar
Place of Residence: The Black Tower
Affiliation: The Black Tower
Rank/Title: Musician, Soldier
One Power Strength: 2 (5)
Air: 3 (7) | Earth: 1 | Fire: 1 | Spirit: 5 (9) | Water: 3 (7)
Date Raised to Soldier: 112 FA
Date Raised to Dedicated: TBD
Talent: Flexible Shield (Undiscovered)
Weave Affinities: Dexterity Over Strength
Weapon Skills:
Martial: 3 (5) | Handheld: 0 | Staves: 0 (4) | Thrown: 3 (5) | Ranged: 0 | Mounted: 0
Weight: 115 lbs
Build/Complexion: Frail/Copper
Eye/Hair Color: Hazel/Brown
Distinguishing Features:
Mikha is a young man fully in those awkward years where he's lost the features of childhood but hasn't quite fully matured as an adult. The first thing most people notice is his irregular, short breathing. At best it's a slight hitch that's barely noticeable, but even mild exertion can cause it to worsen, to the point where he’s gasping for air.
Even before joining the Black Tower, his clothing was rather understated for a performer. He preferred darker tones, as he believed his music should be the focus of his performances, not his appearance. He was likewise unadorned and empty handed, aside from his ever present fiddle and a multitude of handkerchiefs. Wearing the plain, black uniform of the Tower has been the easiest adjustment of his new role.
Mikha is a dreamer. His head is in the clouds, or more aptly some tale or song from eons past, much more often than not. But as any performer worth the name can tell you, appearances can be deceiving. He might appear to be dreaming, but his thoughts are not always fantastical. Mikha is actually quite pragmatic, an unfortunate side effect of being forced to confront his own mortality at a young age. He has a rather healthy perspective on the whole matter and has come to terms with his grim reality, having long since realized that dwelling on what might have been won’t change it. He still struggles from time to time, however, especially when his condition lays him low.
In such times music is his solace. It is so intertwined with his life that he cannot remember a moment without it. His earliest, dimmest memories are of delicate, intricate harmonies filling the night air. Whenever he was bedridden he would play his fiddle to diminish his pain and discomfort. If he was too ill even for that, and unable to cajole his sister into singing for him, he would study music instead, memorizing every sheet and score in the troupe's possession, and often begging his parents for more. He’s easily entranced by song, moreso if it is new or different from his current repertoire. He’s especially fascinated with regional differences of what would otherwise be identical songs.
When he first expressed interest in learning, he was told that anyone can learn to play an instrument, that it’s a skill like any other. The contrast between someone who simply plays and a genuine musician is their ability to evoke the emotions of a piece within their audience. Mikha has taken this to heart. He channels his own feelings into his performances, drawing upon his memories to inspire the most appropriate ones. As a result, he’s never been one to shy away from what he’s feeling, seeing even negative experiences as fuel for his creativity.
Most of the time he is a gentle, affable soul. He prefers quiet and solitude before a performance, but is otherwise more than willing to talk with and listen to others, or even simply exist alongside them in easy companionable silence. Mikha expects nothing from people that they are not willing to offer and is thus a very easy person to get along with. He values sincerity and appreciates when others are straightforward with him. He himself is often honest to a fault, particularly when it comes to personal matters. Nevertheless he is still of Domani blood. Every so often the infamous temper of his mother’s people will flare up within him, albeit quite briefly.
It’s hard to say whether his adaptability is an innate part of his character or an aspect that was cultivated because of his frailty: the age-old question of nature vs nurture. With a level of physical strength and endurance far below the lower range of normal, Mikha often had to rely on his wits over his nonexistent brawn. He would consider all his options before ever beginning a physical task, planning for the most efficient method that required the least effort.
Nicknames: Mikha
Age: 16
Nationality: Domani
Place of Birth: Outskirts of Salidar
Place of Residence: The Black Tower
Affiliation: The Black Tower
Rank/Title: Musician, Soldier
One Power Strength: 2 (5)
Air: 3 (7) | Earth: 1 | Fire: 1 | Spirit: 5 (9) | Water: 3 (7)
Date Raised to Soldier: 112 FA
Date Raised to Dedicated: TBD
Talent: Flexible Shield (Undiscovered)
Weave Affinities: Dexterity Over Strength
Weapon Skills:
Martial: 3 (5) | Handheld: 0 | Staves: 0 (4) | Thrown: 3 (5) | Ranged: 0 | Mounted: 0
APPEARANCE
Height: 5'11"Weight: 115 lbs
Build/Complexion: Frail/Copper
Eye/Hair Color: Hazel/Brown
Distinguishing Features:
- dyspnea
- chronic cough
Even before joining the Black Tower, his clothing was rather understated for a performer. He preferred darker tones, as he believed his music should be the focus of his performances, not his appearance. He was likewise unadorned and empty handed, aside from his ever present fiddle and a multitude of handkerchiefs. Wearing the plain, black uniform of the Tower has been the easiest adjustment of his new role.
PERSONALITY
Mikha is a dreamer. His head is in the clouds, or more aptly some tale or song from eons past, much more often than not. But as any performer worth the name can tell you, appearances can be deceiving. He might appear to be dreaming, but his thoughts are not always fantastical. Mikha is actually quite pragmatic, an unfortunate side effect of being forced to confront his own mortality at a young age. He has a rather healthy perspective on the whole matter and has come to terms with his grim reality, having long since realized that dwelling on what might have been won’t change it. He still struggles from time to time, however, especially when his condition lays him low.
In such times music is his solace. It is so intertwined with his life that he cannot remember a moment without it. His earliest, dimmest memories are of delicate, intricate harmonies filling the night air. Whenever he was bedridden he would play his fiddle to diminish his pain and discomfort. If he was too ill even for that, and unable to cajole his sister into singing for him, he would study music instead, memorizing every sheet and score in the troupe's possession, and often begging his parents for more. He’s easily entranced by song, moreso if it is new or different from his current repertoire. He’s especially fascinated with regional differences of what would otherwise be identical songs.
When he first expressed interest in learning, he was told that anyone can learn to play an instrument, that it’s a skill like any other. The contrast between someone who simply plays and a genuine musician is their ability to evoke the emotions of a piece within their audience. Mikha has taken this to heart. He channels his own feelings into his performances, drawing upon his memories to inspire the most appropriate ones. As a result, he’s never been one to shy away from what he’s feeling, seeing even negative experiences as fuel for his creativity.
Most of the time he is a gentle, affable soul. He prefers quiet and solitude before a performance, but is otherwise more than willing to talk with and listen to others, or even simply exist alongside them in easy companionable silence. Mikha expects nothing from people that they are not willing to offer and is thus a very easy person to get along with. He values sincerity and appreciates when others are straightforward with him. He himself is often honest to a fault, particularly when it comes to personal matters. Nevertheless he is still of Domani blood. Every so often the infamous temper of his mother’s people will flare up within him, albeit quite briefly.
It’s hard to say whether his adaptability is an innate part of his character or an aspect that was cultivated because of his frailty: the age-old question of nature vs nurture. With a level of physical strength and endurance far below the lower range of normal, Mikha often had to rely on his wits over his nonexistent brawn. He would consider all his options before ever beginning a physical task, planning for the most efficient method that required the least effort.
