Post by MICAH LANDON on Aug 9, 2009 17:07:56 GMT -6
MICAH GABRIEL LANDON
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I’m coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
bad cop:
for the record - state your name and any aliases you go by.
“My given name is Micah Gabriel Landon… My mother always referred to me as her little angel, so she gave me two angelic names. I’m sure she would have changed my last name if she could, but my father would have inevitably had something to say about that. I usually just go by Micah, no nicknames to date. Well, except for Mike, but I really hate that name.”
state your age. [pauses] your real age, smartass.
“Hmm. I actually don’t know my true age. I don’t remember it. But this human body is twenty-four years old. I expect I’ll stop aging around now, although I’m unsure. Perhaps I’ll only live a human life.”
state your occupation or what you consider it to be.
“I’m in graduate school at the university, studying English Literature. I hope, once I get my doctorate, in however many years that takes, that I’ll become a professor. And, to help pay of all my student debts, I’m currently working at a department store in the Glendale Galleria. Which one? Dillards. It’s not fun.”
good cop:
so what was it like growing up with a family like yours?
“Lucky. I was born to a doting mother and an emotionally distant father, but isn’t that usually the case? I was a blessing to them, according to my mother. See, they had been trying for a child for a very long time, around ten to fifteen years, and just as they were about to give up, they had me. When they said I was a blessing, I suppose they didn’t know how true that statement really was.
I was incredibly spoiled as a child, getting anything I desired, never having to lift a finger to help around the house. And that turned me into a horribly spoiled brat. At school, I was always the kid causing trouble, talking back to the teachers, pulling pranks, even bullying the other kids. I don’t know how many times I must have been pulled into the principal’s office… But I never got in trouble, not at home at least. All I had to do was conjure up a few tears, and my mother was putty in my hands. My father was too busy with his work to ever discipline me, and on the few occasions that he did, I was on my best behavior… at least for a few weeks.
When I was in high school, I turned into ‘the rebel.’ I regret now treating my mother the way I did… She loved me so much, and every time she tried to help me, all I did was yell at her, call her horrible names. My father intervened then, but by that time, I was no longer scared of him. I was determined to do what I wanted, when I wanted. I drank at parties, did drugs every weekend, stayed out ‘til all hours of the night… Yeah, pretty much did whatever the hell I felt like. It was in my senior year when I was finally brought back to reality. We, my family and I, I mean, were supposed to go see my grandmother for her eightieth birthday. But I, being the annoying brat that I was, didn’t want to go. After a scream fest with my father, my father stormed out dragging my crying mother behind him. That was the last time I saw them. They were in a car crash driving back that night.
I changed my act after that. I moved in with my aunt and withdrew into myself. It was then that I first started having the dreams. They started out as flashes of blinding light – at least that was all I remembered from them - and then slowly figures started to form. There was someone who didn’t look like me, but who somehow I knew was me. I’ll spare you all the details – I was having flashes of my previous life, as an angel. It took me a few good years to figure that out, and in the meantime, the dreams almost drove me insane. They’ve turned into visions now; I get them at random times. I still don’t know why I fell. I mean, I assume I’m a fallen angel, since I’m no longer flying up there with wings.
As for my regular life… I went to college directly after my senior year. I hadn’t been planning on it, but it had been what my mother had always wanted for me, and I wanted to do something for her, anything, even if she didn’t know I was doing it. I found, once I started to focus, I was actually rather good at school. I particularly liked English, so that’s what I’m studying. I definitely hadn’t planned to be a teacher, perhaps a tattoo artist (hah), but now the idea sounds more and more appealing.
I suppose that’s all, really. I’m in grad school now, at the same university. I’m surprised they actually wanted to keep me.”
thank you for offering up that information. so share with me something personal about you.
“Me… Well, I believe I’ve already shared some personal things about myself with you. Alright, let’s see. I’m horribly embarrassed by my past and the way I acted. I was a spoiled brat who didn’t appreciate what his parents did for him. I’ve changed now, or at least, I like to hope that I have. I used to be loud, rambunctious, a partier. I’ve all but withdrawn myself completely now. I don’t have many friends, and even then, I’ll only go out occasionally for a drink with them. I don’t like being around people that much. I suppose you could say I’m scared of being hurt. Sounds girly, huh? My parents died because of me, or so I believe, and none of my friends at the time were really my friends, surprise, surprise. I suppose I don’t trust people, or believe they won’t leave. So, I’d rather not get attached, just in case they do. People rarely stay around.
I like to think of myself as intelligent; now that I’ve applied myself, I’ve learned that I can get very good grades in most every subject. I’m now quiet, and I try to avoid any kind of conflict, if at all possible. Fighting just seems futile to me. Well, not in the bigger picture - meaning the world - but little, stupid spats over pointless things. I’m not particularly driven, but I know what I want to do; I believe I’ll be able to achieve it by doing what I am now. Hmm… I don’t joke a lot, not anymore at least, although I do enjoy to laugh.
I suppose I’m shy. Social interactions don’t necessarily frighten me, but I like to avoid them for the most part. Although, I hate hurting people’s feelings, and I’ll suffer through something if it will make another feel better. Most of the time I avoid putting myself in a situation like that, though. I suppose I’m a bit of a hermit, actually. But I like it this way.”
bad cop:
so what fancy things can you do? be specific, punk.
“I really don’t know. I’ve done research on fallen angels, but not much has really come up, at least not enough viable information. I think we’re either reborn, as I was, or just fall with their current host and live out an immortal life. I haven’t actually been involved in combat, so I don’t know if I’m stronger than the average human, or if I can do anything ‘fancy.’ I have visions of my past; that’s about it.”
i bet you think you’re the best, huh? better than everyone else.
“Obviously, I’m not the best. I got kicked out of the club. I don’t think one race is better than any of the others, though. I don’t agree with Metzger; I’ve decided to side with the resistance, although I haven’t actually told them this yet. I’m not sure what use I’d be either… But they stand for equality, and I agree with that. So that’s where I pledge my allegiance. [pause] And that sounded utterly lame. Sorry ‘bout that.”
good cop:
so what are your likes and dislikes?
“Okay, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were hitting on me. You’re not? That’s good to know. Okay, well, if you’re serious, I’m fond of music and literature. That makes me sound like I’m fifty-four, instead of twenty-four, but it’s true. I can play guitar; I continually bothered my mom for lessons when I was little. I’m rather good, if I do say so myself, and I enjoy playing it almost as much as I enjoy hearing good music. As for books, I’ll read anything – comic books, adventure stories, fantasy stories – but I prefer English Literature, as is obvious by my major. I’m a fan of solitude, actually. I enjoy being able to spend time on my own, gather my thoughts together, live in utter calm for at least a few minutes. I’ve always enjoyed art, but I’ve never been any good at it – any form of it. Painting, sculpting, water color, nothing. So, I admire it instead. As for my dislikes, I don’t like people who ask personal questions when they’ve just met you. I prefer things to be clean. Not the freaky OCD clean, but dirty dishes lying in the sink for days is disgusting. What else? Fire. I don’t know why I don’t like it, and it probably seems stupid… I mean, it keeps us warm, but the stuff bothers me, for some reason. I don’t like judgmental people, although I do judge as well… I guess that makes me a hypocrite, but I don’t like them either. [shrugs] Is that good enough?”
i’m wondering – do you have any distinguishing features?
“[laughs and shakes head] I used to dye my hair all kinds of interesting colors; I’m sure that would count as a ‘distinguishing feature.’ I also have a tattoo on my shoulder of a burning skull. Yes, I do regret it. It’s utterly ridiculous looking, but I haven’t bothered to get it removed. Besides that, I look horribly boring looking. I’m six foot, have dark brown hair, and brown eyes. Although… This is kind of interesting – I have two long scars running from my shoulder blade to half-way down my back. My mother always told me they were birthmarks, but now I assume that’s where my wings were ripped out.”
so, are you seeing anyone special? or have anyone in mind?
“No, I’m not, and I’m not actively looking. I don’t think I would have the time to devote to a relationship right now, what with school and work. Although, I’m sure you hear that a lot. Everyone talks all rationally to start with, then when they fall for someone all that careful reasoning goes out the window. I’ve had relationships with both sexes before and no preference for one over the other. Perhaps that’s a reason I fell.”
are you sure you don’t want some coffee, micah?
“Yes, thank you. Who would actually say no to caffeine?”
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NAME/ALIAS: Morgan
AGE: 18
RP EXPERIENCE:Four years online.
ANY OTHER CHARACTERS?: Ally, Carmine, Ileana, Lana
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
see Ally’s application.
