Mickey Keahi

I mean most people just call him Mickey Mouse. Pretty obvious.

03/19/1997

18

Gender-fluid. Literally.

Whatever you want me to be, baby.

Mickey is a large, relatively heavy set man in his late teens. He sports medium length dark brown hair, some growth on his chin, and equally brown eyes. Due to his Hawaiian heritage he has a rather tan complexion and smooth skin. Because he is the combination of a neckbeard and a beach bum, he must look that part. He has enough sense not to wear a fedora out in the open (although in his home is another story), instead he often wears clothing that is basically right in line with jeans, some nerd t-shirt, and a hoodie. During the summer he wears exactly what you'd expect of a Hawaiian man. He has a square face with a wide nose and the typical asian slanted eyes. Mickey, if he was composed of regular hooman material, would weigh in at about 270~ lbs. In reality he's well over three hundred. At 6'3, he's just a pretty big dude in general.

Wherever he wants them, if he wants them. It's a pretty optional thing for him.

✔Flowers
✔Surfing
✔Parties
✔Experimenting
✔Video Games
✔Social Situation
✔Being a Dork
✔Drama Class
✘Befouling public property (specifically when he's pretending to be the property)
✘The cold
✘Drugs
✘Bigots of any kind (Because lets face it he's every sexuality)
✘EA and it's business model
✘Anyone who thinks lord Gaben wont deliver Half Life 3.
✘OP, because OP is a you know what.

Mickey's big into playing guitar, crying over bad sitcoms, acting in his drama extracurriculars. He doesn't do a whole lot else that's not being with people. He doesn't have much time to himself, and he likes it that way.

He goes home, takes care of his hedgehog, and then watches sitcoms for three hours. He eats the same cereal every day.

Mickey is a wimp. You can scare him by doing just about everything. But if I really have to name a few it's losing his mom and thinking of the future. He's already lost one parent, which sucks. And his future is kinda blurred now. School wise he's not exactly an A student, and with his ability the military might want to get him involved with some... Covert missions. Dangerous stuff for someone as immature as him.

Mickey is the type of guy who will point a nerf gun at you and say "Freeze, I'm here to steal your heart." and he's also the type of person to pull it off. He is the perfect combination of dork and fun to be around. A genuinely nice guy- despite being a little weird for all intensive purposes. He's not scared of people, and he's definitely not afraid of making a fool out of himself. He's a genuinely good guy to everyone he meets and will often act as the good-guy-Greg in any social interaction. So much so that he refuses to even cuss- instead saying things like "Barnacles!" and "Tartar sauce!". His natural charisma and people skills have earned him the ability to make fast friends with nearly everyone, even if they need some... Convincing first.

He is the peacekeeper among groups, and the person most likely to break everyone up. Due to generally being the kind of guy who does not function well under high stress, he can be pretty passive in most social situations. If he thinks something is a bad idea he'll try to say something about it- but he isn't loud enough about for it to really be noticed most of the time. Sure he wont really want to go along with the idea and will probably heely away into the night- but he'll be up all night worrying about those he knows (and doesn't). He also tends to eat away his problems, and while it isn't part of his weight problem anymore a lot of people sure think it is. In general he fits the phrase "tons of fun".

One of the reason's Mickey is so good at making friends is because he has a photographic memory. He remembers everything. Parties, dates, birthdays on the calendar, hell he's looked at a page in a book and sat in bed and read the pages from memory. It's very useful for being social.

Mickey was always a summer child.

Mickey has spent most of his life in Hawaii, and credits it as being where he grew up. Reared on the beaches and the salt of the sea. Life was good, and it remained that way for a long time. Mickey's father passed away about a year before he moved to Verona and his mother, seeing her husband in everything around her, needed a change of scenery. Mickey understood.

And so they picked up their life and moved thousands of miles away to a strange new town in what was going to be his junior year of high school. Not an easy transition. People were hard on him. But he had to earn his stripes. Mickey understood.

Then Mickey got his power, and he didn't understand.

And that's... About it. Mickey doesn't have a super colorful background. No abuse or incredible hardships. He has had a good life. Now it's just getting a little different.

Mickey lives with his mom in a nice enough apartment.

Being an amorphous blob that can be bent and manipulated by the person who is said blob at will.

You know what's really great about Mickey? He's not just cartoon in name alone. He's cartoon in power as well. He's basically made of Flubber - with properties of an insulator to boot. Like a combination of Monkey D. Luffy, Mr. Fantastic, and Jake the Dog. His body can warp and shape into several different shapes and forms, stretch incredible distances, and take the form of it's container. If you hit his face with a frying pan his face would be shaped like a frying pan for a few seconds before reforming. Because of this he has a form of pseudo-regeneration in that if he is injured or loses a body part he can make every middle aged woman jealous with a weight loss program that cuts weight and replaces his missing body part almost instantaneously. Because he is rubber-like as well, if you hit him in the right position the amount of force you hit him with can be redirected back into you. Kinda like a massive rubber band.

Mickey's body, if you cut pieces off, is actually a blue jellow-y solution that changes color to match human skin tones. He doesn't actually NEED to wear clothes and he doesn't because of this ability to change shape and form on a pretty damn complex scale (So you can imagine, if this guy says his wang's bigger than yours, he means business.). When this liquid solution is separated from itself, it seeks itself out to rejoin. Mickey's combined intelligence manifests in a way completely different to his own in that every cell of his body is part of his super organism that works in perfect synchronism with the other cells. This is why it's able to move on it's own and communicate with other cells despite not being directly connected. Much like an Octopus' arm, each of his limbs have minds of their own and while he might not be in direct control of his arm when it's fifty feet away, it's still going to do exactly what Mickey would do. Which is probably either still attempting to punch you or doing some strange card trick (Or becoming a floppy-floppy wang in your hand). Mickey can also stretch himself, and his limbs, to an absurd degree ("Damn man, you can snipe someone with that thing."). This motherfucker can out dunk Space Jam Lebron James without breaking a sweat. I'm talking bitch slapping people from sixty or seventy feet away.

Being fat in Mickey's world is awesome. On one hand he can literally eat and digest anything to temporarily add to his mass. On the other hand all the weight he gains can be used to create larger constructs of his own body. He can turn his hand into a fucking hammer if he wants to. The only issue is, these constructs often need to be dense af in order to really hurt and he needs to be strong as hell in order to use them effectively- so most of the added mass he gains goes to density and strength. Because he can eat and digest nearly everything adding this mass isn't super hard. If he eats enough he can achieve what he refers to as MAXIMUM MICKEY which, in other words, is enough Mickey to fill up a swimming pool. This MAXIMUM MICKEY can also be used to create a gigantic fucking version of himself. I'm talking over twenty thousand gallons of MICKEY. You can imagine how big MAXIMUM MICKEY is. I'm talking anywhere from twenty to thirty feet tall. And if he's not feeling like being a giant dude, he can be MANY normal sized dudes! Or he could be the obligatory tentacle monster. It's really up to how he's feeling that day.

Because Mickey has no true 'form' per say, he can completely change his appearance to mimic that of... anyone else's. It's pretty nifty. His mass isn't even an issue if they're below his size or weight. He can condense his mass into a smaller volume. He can even sound like them by vibrating the echo chambers in his body at different vibrations. He can, has, and will become the opposite gender if he wants to (or he could be both at the same time, or your worst nightmare). This ability also grants him the ability to change color and texture at will and camouflage into his surroundings by pretending to be various every day objects such as but not limited to- trees, rocks, chain link fences, etc. playing hide and seek with this guy is a nightmare. Mickey's body is hard on everything that is inside it. Like a giant cell, it has a bilayer around it that functions as his 'skin', where the cells aren't in a digestive function- making that area safe to the touch. However, if your fist somehow ends up inside of him (and not in the fun way) your hand will immediately be attacked and digestion will begin occurring. Pull it out fast enough and you'll be fine, just kinda raw. But Mickey's body is very... volatile. He can, has, and will walk straight through a chain link fence and burn a damn hole through it in the time it takes him to move all the way through it. His body works that fast.

I want to make it clear that not everything here is what Mickey is currently capable of doing. Some of it is stuff he just knows how to do, like holding a human form, but as far as deception, MAXIMUM MICKEY, and whatnot are concerned, he has not learned how to do that just yet. The first two paragraphs are about all he inherently knows how to do. List may be expanded upon depending on how many ideas I have.

His body's biggest weaknesses is that any part of him that's stretched out is especially vulnerable to being torn off or cut when stretched out- because the mass is thinner. Regarding his strength, the farther he stretches, the harder it is for him to apply force. If he hit you from twenty feet it'd hurt a lot more than it would a fifty. General stuff like that. He's not superhumanly strong unless he wants to be. Mickey also cannot straight up eat anything that is thrown his way. He has to be bigger than that object. So he can't just run up to the ground and eat enough to become MAXIMUM MICKEY at will. That can take a lot of buildup.

He is also unable to adapt to any new forms of ranged attack that are not electrically based. And some energy based attacks are especially effective against him. Now, let me explain.

Mickey is a living energy well. He is like, toasty warm at all times because of this. Being cold, is actually harder on him because it forces him to use up more energy to remain mobile. He CAN be frozen solid and thawed out and be perfectly fine, but cold = immobile Mickey if he's dealing with someone who is a cryomancer. Fire and energy based attacks are almost meaningless to a certain point. As Mickey consumes more and more mass, he produces more and more heat as he gets larger and larger. Because his body is technically a liquid, it can actually evaporate. This is how Mickey sheds off unnecessary mass that is consumed and forces him back to his homeostatic form from being a fucking giant. Fire and energy based attacks (That aren't electricity, he IS an insulator) can actually harm him by raising his body temperature and not only force shrinking him to a regular size or below, but can also turn him into a god damn gas if they can get the place hot enough. Once he cools down he will precipitate. So honestly the best way to deal with him is to freeze him and put him in storage somewhere if he hasn't run the fuck away already. Mickey's body still feels pain even if he doesn't get hurt. It's not a fun feeling for your body, on a cellular level, to be telling you "Hey, this is not normal. Move."

Unlike everyone else with a power so far, Mickey doesn't have a brain, nor does he have blood. So one would think 'obviously this fat ass doesn't get headaches, and cant bleed to death' right? WRONG. Mickey's body is a super-organism composed of cells that can function on their own and therefor have a mind of their own. Because Mickey has only recently made the transition if he stretches himself too far, or eats too much or whatever his whole body be screaming at him to stop being an idiot, which manifests itself in a full body headache. Like, imagine if you had trillions of tiny headaches. Mickey also gets nosebleeds, even though he has no blood. Now, you might be thinking 'Urb, wtf u doin dawg', well, DAWG, lemme explain. Mickey's body inherently wants to fit in. Kinda like a transformer (~Robots in disguise!~) In a way that's not just his body trying to fit in with the others- and because I'm taking a lot of inspiration from Freudian theory in terms of unconscious it will seem like Mickey has two personalities that are merged into one. The things that he wants to do, and the things he doesn't know he wants to do (such as fit in with the others, in this case having pseudo-nose bleeds and thinking they're real). These nosebleeds, why not actually painful or even limiting, ARE a warning sign to Mickey that the aches are coming. And let me tell you, he ain't 'bout dat.