[hider=Mikhael Ward]
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[center][hider=Casual Appearance][img]http://i.imgur.com/IDcAvse.jpg[/img][/hider][/center]
[center][hider=Visage of the Hunter][img]http://i.imgur.com/p86Xg2V.png?1[/img][/hider][/center]
[color=gainsboro][b]Name:[/b] [color=778899]Mikhael Ward[/color]

[b]Faction:[/b] [color=778899]Toxins[/color] 

[b]Character Type:[/b] [color=778899]Primary[/color]

[b]Age:[/b] [color=778899]Twenty Seven[/color]
[b]Skin Tone:[/b] [color=778899]Caucasian - Lightly Tanned[/color]
[b]Mutations:[/b] [color=778899] Pulsing green eyes that seem to glow, several areas of prominently bright green veins snaking along his skin.[/color]
[b]Body Build:[/b] [color=778899] Average, tailored towards Agility and Strength[/color]
[b]Weight:[/b] [color=778899]155lbs[/color]
[b]Height:[/b] [color=778899]5'11[/color]
[b]Hair Style:[/b] [color=778899]Short and Messy, Somewhat spiky[/color]
[b]Hair Color:[/b] [color=778899]Dark Brown[/color]
[b]Eye Color:[/b] [color=778899]Bright, Haunting Green[/color]

[b]Background:[/b][color=778899] 
     Sometimes, life just beats you down, down into the ground and continues to push you further into the dirt. Until your faith in your fellow man is utterly lost and your will to press on the with the struggle of existence is crushed, smothered beneath the pressure of misfortune crashing down around you. This is how Mikhael, dubbed Michael or Mike by those who knew him, felt about the world. A day of contentment was a blessed day indeed, as he's felt the brunt of what it's like to be on the wrong end of the social stick. He knows what's it like to lose everything, to be all alone in the world. To have nothing but a fistful of soul crushing despair that eventually collapses into apathy. Apathy that thickens until you start to find amusement in the suffering of others, those like you. One parent lost early to sickness, the other lost much later to a teenager's rage, though not before alcoholism and abuse could set properly. The monotony of a life buried beneath concrete and iron. The struggle to join the prodigal herd and provide for others. The twice a week congregation of other depressive souls who are forced to swallow existential nonsense. The pills, the drugs, the liquor. The dangerous lifestyle.

In all honestly, the end to the natural order probably saved Mikhael's life, for the time being. A world where he had a purpose, where serving meant also serving himself and unleashing the darkest whispers of his soul. He hadn't fallen victim to the waves of green mist washing through the streets, actually he had been in a district quite a fair distance from the areas of impact. No, he had found himself succumbing to the glowing green legion, another victim to join the horde.

He had sought them out, seeking the change.[/color]
 
[b]Character Stats:[/b]
[color=778899]To Be Evolved..[/color]
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