Name: Michael Fey Wong
Slave.
Age: 18. Looks about 14 - 16.
Appearance: Appearance.
Michael is a fairly small boy, and lean. He in no way looks underfed, or over weight. He looks, in all essence as a healthy boy with muscles attacked to his bones. He obviously doesn't work out, however. When the clothes are tight, he tends to have a rather feminine build to him, slender waist and somewhat rounded hips. With makeup on, there wouldn't be too many ways to tell him from a flat chested girl, so long as nobody got close and started examining him with hands, and the removal of clothing.
His Scars <---Naked butt. I haven't done a good example of his front. My signature will have to do.
Jewelry: He has two silver barbel piercings in his left eyebrow, just above the center of his eye, along with a silver bullring in the right edge of his bottom lip.
Eyes: Husky blue. That clear icy white, but with a ring of dark blue around the outside, and a ring of white along his pupil.
Hair:Black and shiny, silky and straight.
Hair Style:Cut in a "V-cut" style. High in the back so it shows short hairs at the base of his skull, then long in front. The left side of his hair is long enough in front to brush his collar bone, and the left side is short, just past his jawline.
Skin color: Pale lemon cream, so subtle you can barely see the difference in shade between it, and milky white.
Height: 4'9"
Personality: Mischievous, hyper, and sometimes a real a**. Inside he's a big pile of shy mush. He acts the way he does because if he doesn't, he just can't function as a normal human being. Stuttering, blushing, and just generally soft spoken, when he's having one of these moments it's very hard to get him to admit what he's actually thinking.
Sexual preference: Gay. Masochistic. Like seriously. I'm not kidding here. <.< Embarrassment, occasional firm and cruel treatment, anything without knives, needles, or being bound, actually. (He MIGHT get comfy enough with someone for those three to be possible. MIGHT.)
Special Physical Situation:
Michael is an animalistic shapeshifter. Slowly over time, he can learn new animal forms. When he changes it's like a liquid transition. As if one were looking through a spill of water, and he were changing there on the other side. Currently he can change between Panther, Wolf, Rat, and Cat. All black like his hair, the panther has amber eyes, Wolf's eyes are that bitter white blue of winter, whiter than his normal eyes. Beady black for rat, and green for cat. Each a little bigger than their normal forms, panther being the largest he's the size of a Large Saint Bernard. @.@
Michael:"Now, most shape shifters 'll tell ya that they ain't responsible for what happens when they're in animal form. An it ain't like that for me. I always know what's goin' on, I juss don' think like human most times. I gotta eat like..ALL the time, an lots. Pretty fast metabolism. It's like the food hits my stomach, an rushes off ta do it's job. Keep the kitty fed an he don't bite ya'r hand off." Grins and shrugs.
"I tend ta think more like an animal when I'm either really hurt, or starving. Like my body's doing what it can to keep me safe an fed. Ain't no excuse though, I can think if I try ta calm down, I just ain't a very calm person inside, an I have such a short attention span I can't concentrate enough ta calm down. Tend ta get pissed real fast. But because I think kinda like an animal, I got this territorial thing. Ya never question my right to be anywhere. An I tend ta hide in small dark spaces when I'm scared. Pretty much...I am my animals. they are me." Shrugs again, sighing a little.
"I only got one thing else ta say about it. Those people what say they have ta shift at the full moon, 'cause they just can't fight it? Yeah, had people beat the s**t out 'a me 'cause I wasn' tied ta the moon. But if I don't shift, it'll literally kill me. I can do it on my own sweet time, but the more I bottle up that change, the more it controls me. I get twitchy like a crack addict, see? An I end up just jumpin at the slightest thing. Then the body tries ta change, but if I waited that long, ain't no stoppin' it. I'll turn inside out. No s**t."
Clothing:
The boy pretty much dresses in baggy punky clothes, but he'll wear whatever he's told, so long as he knows it's pleasing someone he respects.
Situation: Michael has witnessed a few terrible things, including his own near death, and the death of his best friend. He has been tortured before, for hours..perhaps more. He couldn't be certain. His back is a complete ruin of pitted scars, long lines, and paper thin slashes from the same man who drained his friend dry, and later fed him her blood. All in all, he's had a bit of trauma. But then, who hasn't?
Moments of forgetfulness:
He's got slightly heightened senses, much like a cat. Not terribly strong unless he's in an animal form, simply..somewhat stronger than normal. He's a little bit stronger than a normal human being; could lift a grown man if the balance were right. But unfortunately for him, the balance is never right. There's just no use for abnormal strength if you don't have the weight to back it up. He'd pretty much be hanging on someone while they drag him across the floor.
I'm sure there'll be more things I've forgotten. I'll add them after this line. -.-;;
heals a little faster than normal, but not fast enough that you can watch it. It's like watching a flower open or close. You look away then back, and it's different.
He has a faster metabolism than most, meaning he sometimes has to eat more at once, or more often, depending on what the meal actually consisted of. Large amounts of protein and carbohydrates...good. Water and fruit. Bad. XD Well balanced and healthy burly man type amounts..good. Feeding him by his size if it's not the heaviest of food..not always a good idea. <.<;;
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