Skin
Pale
Height
5'8.5" |
Eyes
Blue
Build
Stocky |
Hair
Black
Weight
160 lbs |
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Mikael is tall for his age, reaching a height of 5 feet and 8 inches. Mikael has dark brown hair that looks almost black. His hair is kept fairly short, and his bangs fall just at his brow line. His hair is clearly recognizable that it has been cut by himself. Mikael has dark blueish-grey eyes. Though when the light hits them just right his eye color can look almost green. Mikael has very pale skin. Mikael can often be found with a serious expression and has a penchant for staring people down.
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During a fight between Mikael and Valentin, Valentin was able to best Mikael by casting incendio duo. Mikael who was unable to dodge the spell was hit on the right side of his face and incapacitated. The spell left a noticeable burn scar upon his right cheek. The scarring is not very large or has resulted in excessive facial deformity. Though, it is easy to tell it is from a burn.
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Astute
Dependable
Impartial
Courageous
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Self-Regarding
Impassive
Withdrawn
Ill-disposed
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Mikael Halldorson had always tried to be conscious of how others may perceive him. He wanted nothing more than to fit into the social climate that surrounded him. Afraid of not fitting in, the fear of being rejected by his fellow peers was constantly in the back of his mind. As a young child, Mikael looked to those around him to perceive how his other schoolmates acted. Piecing together a mask, where he was nothing but the golden child to his parents and the friendly student to his peers. Despite this, Mikael could not help but hate the mask he himself had formed and the guidelines he had created for himself. He should be empathetic to those around him and their problems. If someone were to fall he should help them stand back up. If someone were to cry he should do his best to console them. Pretend he actually cares about those around him.
Afraid to break his little rules, but hating every second while under them. His fears stuck fast to him like a tar pit unwilling to let go of its latest victim. The mask he wore held him captive for all of eternity. Yet, ever since Mikael's first year at Durmstrang, his mask has begun to crack. At first, the cracks started small though as time passed they slowly spread across the entirety of his porcelain mask. At the beginning of his third year, Mikael's carefully constructed mask shattered into a million pieces. Unable to handle the stress of continuing to live the lie any further. Mikael couldn't keep pretending he cared for those around him.
The need to pretend to be someone he is not and to fit in has vanished. For the first time in a long time, Mikael's face feels naked when he stares into the mirror. Nothing left except his true self, and he swore to himself to never hide behind a mask ever again. It felt like he had finally come home after a long vacation. Though now, an unsettling aura seems to hang constantly around Mikael now as if something about the boy is off. It's like a cloud of smoke hanging and suffocating the surrounding environment. Anyone can see the stark difference between the boy and his younger self. A more genuine boy stands in front of his peers now. Apathetic to those around him. No longer willing to hide behind formalities.
Mikael was born to Øistein and Ingeborg Halldorson, and grew up in Bratsburg, Norway. Before moving to Ropelv, Norway when he was a young child. Mikael from a young age had his ancestors placed on a pedestal. As a child, he was read bedtime stories recounting the heroic adventures of his Great-Great grandfather's success in war. Or his Great-Uncle's important work in foreign countries during the war. Some of his youngest memories were of him tying a blanket about his neck, and acting out the stories that were heard so often. As Mikael grew older, the sense of wonderment turned sour. As he grew older so did his parent's expectations of him, Mikael was supposed to act properly like a good little Pureblood. To make no complaint when he was overloaded with work and forced to study. Growing up he was very aware of how small his family was, being the only child born into his family, his only purpose became to carry on his family's old legacy. With each passing year, it seemed as if someone else ended up dead. War and disease tore apart his family from the inside out, leaving behind nothing more than a few pieces of broken china. The majority of the Halldorson legacy died to either illness or during the war, resulting in only Mikael, his parents, and a few distanced cousins remaining. With his mother unable to birth any other heirs, it left the burden of carrying forth their decaying family greater. When Mikael was younger he and his Father were invited to join a distant relative's church in the wake of so much death. After a year of attending the church, Mikael was whisked away in the night by his parents. The older Mikael grew the more restless he became. A want to break away from the mask of normality that held onto him like a vice grip. To be free from the social constraints and expectations. To be himself. Despite his restlessness freedom seemed far too far for him to grasp. That was until he found what he could consider the closest thing he had ever had to having friends. Mikael found his chance for freedom in the presence of Yefim and Valentin. A chance to exist with no constraints to hold him back. While others would shy away from the dark insides of Mikael's psyche. It seemed no matter to the pair and embraced the chaotic energy with their own. It was as if the other had awoken something from within Mikael. Something that could no longer be contained.
Øistein Halldorson[Father/+49 yrs]: Øistein grew up in a close-knit community, one where everyone knew each other. Despite being only a man of few words, he would often find himself at social events held by his influential family. Øistein had little to no friends, and the isolation made Øistein susceptible to finding connections in less-than-ideal places. Resulting, in his joining a religious community associated with his distant relatives. Initially, he kept his involvement a secret fom his wife. Bringing his son with them despite her eventual disapproval upon learning what was taking place. Societal appearances held him fast a concern that extended to his son, Mikael. The boy was far too much like his late wife, seemingly lost in his head half the time. Far too weak for his good. A fact that disgusted him so much that it seems laughable how he ended up. After the organization that he loved came crashing down in ash and flames so did his resolve. Leaving a broken husk of a man that was only furthered by the death of his wife.
Ingeborg Halldorson [Trygg] [Mother/Died at 42]: Ingeborg Halldorson was always classified as a bit ditzy and eccentric. She often marched to the beat of her own drum, and hardly had a care for what others thought. It was part of the reason Øistein Halldorson eventually fell in love with Ingeborg. Though, there was one thing Øistein could not love. See Ingeborg had a habit of not thinking things completely through. Climbing to the highest branches of the old oak tree by their house was one of them. Even when she had to limp away with a sprained ankle did not deter her from reclimbing the tree. For her, it was hard for her to see the consequences that could come from her decisions, and even when she fell she had magic to make it all better. Ingeborg saw herself as invincible, and so sheltered she hardly saw any reason to not believe it. It was not until it was too late that she would find out how wrong she was. Ingeborg had grown an enjoyment of walking around late at night. Being able to see the stars and moonlight reflected in the sea from the cliff was a beautiful sight. She used to go with Øistein all the time, though had recently taken a knack to going alone. Maybe she felt happier alone or just enjoyed it. Though, Mikael was not too sure. The night Ingeborg went missing was the night she went away forever. The police theorized she had simply gotten too close to the edge and had sadly fallen off the cliff side to the rocks below. It seemed so dull the idea she had merely slipped. In Mikael's mind, he likes to pretend she went to go touch the stars and had succeeded.
Father Federov [Second Cousin Once Removed/+55 yrs]: Nikolai Federov is a charismatic and enigmatic figure. Nikolai always had a strong intensity about him something his family was always weary of, with long robes of white and gold that accentuated his ethereal presence. Nikolai has silvery white hair that is always neatly combed back. He stands at the forefront of a clandestine religious group, that finds worship in the prophet, that was born again, his youngest son Jakob. The small community resides deep in the heart of Russia, far away from prying eyes. To avoid religious persecution, though it is suspected that it had more to do with the church's practices. Underneath his mask of charm is a man who has an agenda, one who navigates the shadows in order to get what he wants. Nikolai's magnetic leadership casts a lingering shadow everywhere he goes. Rocking those to the very core with fear and fascination in his wake. After a raid from the government, the community fell to pieces. Falling into obscurity. Many years have passed with no news, yet recently a whisper of a rebuilding community has floated through the breeze.
Jakob Federov [Third Cousin/+4 yrs]: You know what you did. You know what you did. You know what you did. You know what you did. You know what you did. You know what you did. You know what you did. You know what you did. You know what you did. You know what you did, even if you pretend you don’t. You know what you did. You know what you did. You know what you did. You know it. You remember it. You can’t forget. You know what you did. You know what you did. Did you really forget me? No. You didn’t. You couldn’t. Please. Don't. Don't forget me. Please don't forget me ever again.
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