Post by MIKAEL GAVRAN on Jan 9, 2012 15:54:23 GMT -5
...Mikael Karred Gavran*
*Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;*
[/size]*Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;*
*THESE PICTURES MUST NOT STRETCH THE BOARD
...basics*
name Mikael (Me-Kye-Ell) Karred Gavran
nickname Mika, Kael
age 19
gender Male
grade Barrie University Sophmore
hometown Baltimore, Maryland
sexuality Bisexual, however he hasn't had a relationship before.
personification The Raven named “Nevermore”. Olley would like it if it said Nevermore, rather than The Raven, if that is at all possible.
status Awake
face claim Andrej Pejic
...appearance*
hair color White-blonde, obviously bleached but it's maintained. It varies between a pale yellow, and a stark white, depending on how much of the toner he has left.
eye color Deep blue, warm, friendly looking. They don't have that cold, icy feel that blue eyes tend to have. He has worked very hard to look friendly.
However when he's around the Raven for too long, his eyes turn jet black, almost beady.
build Slender and feminine. He's got a soft muscular build that prevents him from looking too boney or scrawny, but he won't be on the cover of GQ any time soon.
height 6foot tall
clothing style Classy, and put together. He rarely ever goes with just jeans and a T-Shirt. Usually they are nice shirts, with a nice jacket, and nice, clean, put together jeans. Sometimes his clothes are on the feminine side, which lead most people to believe he's not...the drone you're looking for.
distinctive traits ....The fact that he looks like a woman is a pretty distinctive trait, right?
...personal*
personality
Mikael is soft spoken, if anything. He doesn't talk that much, and he's alright with that. Despite his silence, it's not a shy-silence. It's more of a reserved, elegant silence. He is very poised, which confuses people due to the fact he's still a teenager. He seems to have an air of I-Know-Something-You-Don't-Know, yet he's not condecending about it. If you look at him just right, Mikael tends to look as though he's discovered the secret of life, and he enjoys watching people try to figure it out, and give them a guiding hand.
He's very gentle, and light. Like a bird if you will. His touches are soft, gentle. His movements are careful, if not a bit slow. He doesn't like loud sound, and if there's a sudden bang or yell--he gets a genuine start. Enjoying the silence, Mikael likes to lounge about and read or simple think. He does however, have a pet Raven--completely unrelated to the spirit he has, and he enjoys when Edgar perches on his knee during a reading session.
Helpful is another word that can describe Mikael, but he has a quiet way of helping people. He never outright gives someone the answer, but instead guides them in order to find it themselves. Sometimes this backfires, and people will get upset at him because his quietness can be mistaken as being stuck-up.
past
Growing up, Mikael only had his father but this suited him just fine. His mother wasn't spoken of, so as far as he knew--he didn't have a mother. He wasn't curious, and he didn't ask. Growing up, he was surrounded by books, his father being a librarian. But one author stood out for his father--Edgar Allan Poe. Once a year, on January 19th, early in the morning Mikael's father would disappear for a few moments, then return.
Once Mikael was able to speak and walk, his father let him in on the secret, and let him in a safe corner to watch. On the early morning hours of Poe's birthday, Kerred would disguise himself and leave three roses, and a bottle of French Cognac on the grave of one Edgar Allan Poe. When Mikael was eight years old, the tradition was passed on. Instead of Kerrad, his son would leave the roses and cognac in a particular fashion on the grave.
As the years went by, and Mikael grew older it was he that left in the early mornings, unaccompanied. Even taking it so far as to begin to leave notes behind; though it upset him when he would realize immitators would try to copy he and his father's tradition. On the off days, Mikael would frequent Poe's grave, for the simple comfort that it brought him. Whenever he was upset, lonely, or sad, he'd be wrapped in warmth whenever he came to visit the grave.
He was fourteen when it happened. It was a late night, and Mikael had fallen asleep at the grave. He was wakened by a loud sound which had him struggling to get to his feet. Instead, he was greeted by his hero, the person of a life-long adoration. At that moment he was certain that he was still dreaming, imagining the apparition of Edgar Allan Poe.
Poe approached him, and didn't actually say anything. However Mikael could hear a man's voice reciting The Raven in the back of his mind. It sounded far away and right in his ear, all at the same time. Poe continued to approach Mikael, and once the poet was close enough, he pressed a single finger to the young boy's forehead. It was the flutter of feathers, and the sudden strange feeling of being extremely free, almost flying.
present
Mikael "awoke" again, almost like he had dreamt it, but he was several paces away from the grave, and there was almost a knowing in his mind. A knowledge that he hadn't had before. He discovered that he was able to recite the entire poem, The Raven from memory. Not only that, but he had flashes, images that didn't seem to be his own. Instead of seeing the scene as a whole, Mikael saw the scene from a perch somewhere up high.
Mostly, he could shut those memories off. Not talk with that part of himself, however he didn't do that often, and tended to startle his father with the sudden change from blue eyes to inky, jet black. No whites, no blues--just dark, give-nothing-away black.
Mikael continued the Poe Toast tradition up until the age of sixteen, where thanks to the hands of his English Lit. teacher, sent his records to Baum Academy. The school offered the boy a scholarship, and he graciously accepted. He left Baltimore, and his father with high hopes. He arrived in New York, attended Baum for two more years--and graduated with flying colors. Not much later he was accepted into Barrie University, where he is currently studying to be a museum curator.
family
Mother: Unknown
Father: Kerrad Gregory Gavran
likes
Books. - Much thanks to his father, Mikael grew up with an adoration for books. He preferrs the darker, more morose stories and the classics, rather than the novels of today.
Silence. - He enjoys the quietness, which seems to be the better word. Beethoven, Bach, Tschvoisky and Mozart usually flow from his CD player or iPod. Calmness becomes him.
People. - Being around people isn't what he enjoys too much, because they can be loud and rude. However, he does enjoy helping them through things or with things. He likes to show that not all of mankind has gone down the gutter.
Mallomars. - Okay, it's a little random, but he usually has a cabinet with several boxes of the delicious treats.
Birds. - They're his favorite animal, but he doesn't like the chirpy, easily exciteable. About three years back he rescued a baby raven, and nursed a broken wing back to health. Never did Mikael trap Edgar in a cage, and the window is typically cracked enough, but Edgar never leaves, often pearching on Mikael's shoulder. The raven accompanies him on walks occasionally, and may flutter ahead of Mikael, but rest assured--the bird rarely leaves his side.
dislikes
Loud Noises. - Mikael really isn’t afraid of much, however, loud bangs, noises, and crashes will give him quite a fright. If you want him on his feet quick, give a nice loud bang or clap.
Sloppiness. – He can deal with dirt and grime, however he does not take very kindly to sloppiness or clutter. He’s very organized, and meticulous. His extensive amounts of books are categorized, then alphabetized, the same with his music. Clutter and messes send him into an organizing spree.
Complainers. – He feels that someone out there always has it worse and is worse off. So those who complain about miniscule things may just get the cold shoulder from him and possibly a chilly comment. He feels those that complain should spend less time whining and more time to make it better.
People who disrespect books. – Books are friends to him. When he finishes a good book, he feels as though he’s lost a good friend. He doesn’t have respect for someone who throws books, leaves drink-rings on them, or leaves them about on the floor.
Poultry. – Kind of an obvious one, but he has a pet Raven, and he IS a raven, so he doesn’t like eating his fellow feathered friends.
other notes TEXT HERE
...literature*
book title The Raven
backstory So basically, the raven—Nevermore is the ultimate troll. He basically starts pecking at this poor widower’s door, and that dude’s already ten kinds of jacked up to Sunday and back. Anyway, dude opens up a window, and Nevermore flutters in like he owns the damn place. The dude’s pretty amused over this at first, but when he starts talking to the raven(lolwut?), all the bird can say back is ‘Nevermore’. Then the dude starts asking like…randm shit. Like the meaning to life and such, and the bird’s all, ‘Nevermore’, and dude starts flipping out and going bonkers and chewing this poor bird out. Either way, Nevermore seems pretty content on the bust of Pallas, and decides to stay there. Quoth the Olley, Evermore. Cause I’m a bamf.
...roleplayer*
name MY NAME IS OLLEY MINAJ, I BACK COUPES UP.
age 8675309
gender THAT LADY IS A VAMP.
rp experience I’ve been around the block once or twice.
how you found ouac On the corner of First and Amestad.
rp sample You’re jokin, you’re jokin’! I can’t believe my ears.
