Micah was always interested in traditionally 'feminine' aesthetics, with his love of lace and frills emerging from a young age. He found no problem dressing up in his mother's cocktail gowns when he was younger and often stole some of his older sister's clothes to wear growing up. High school in the wealthy Eastern suburbs challenged his perception of what was normal where his family had never minded his preferences, but he emerged from the trials and tribulations of that period mostly unscathed. If there was anything to be said for his mental fortitude, it was that the world hardly fazed him.
Sometime around his first encounter with the close-minded and hateful, Micah had learned to distance himself from much of it. He did his thing, they did theirs, and as long as they weren't interfering with him, he let things slide off his back like water. He majored in design in college, working hard with dreams of entering the fashion industry, though he was grounded enough to realize it was a one in a million shot. At best, he might be able to intern somewhere for an eternity before they let him do official paper-pushing.
His Crown appeared several weeks after college graduation, smashing through the complacency of his mostly mediocre life and forcing him to confront, headfirst, what living was worth to him. He decided it was worth enough to fight for, even if the Elegies made him shake with terror every time. But even that fear eventually slipped away like the waters before it, though whether that was his own resilience or the Crown's would be an eternal mystery.
The owner of the Sultry Sips was the first to find him after his initiation fight with an Elegy and in the Crown-supplied calm that followed, he listened patiently to her explanation of how things worked and where he could go for further help. It relieved him to be part of a community when he had been struggling so long to really fit in, but at the same time he wasn't sure if the Crowns were anything more than a ragtag bunch desperately trying to save the world. If there were other Crowns out there with more organization, the woman didn't know to tell him. She did, however, introduce him to the Cake Cafe, where one of her old friends put in a word with the manager and his job application was accepted with the briefest of interviews. It's been his home away from home that moment on.
Since then Micah's been juggling his part-time (though from the hours it's basically full-time) work at Cake Cafe, submitting job applications to studios and firms, and killing Elegies as they come along. He's worried he may not be able to fight much on his own, aware enough to discern that the enemies he had been killing so far had been small fry at best. It felt like a big one was long in coming, though he hoped it would take its time appearing.
Micah was lucky enough that one of Cake Cafe's executives was a Crown, from the energy he felt around her, but if she noticed his presence she didn't comment and neither did he. It helped to know they had something this special in common, but it didn't really make for easy small talk. The other Crowns had been hard to reach given their random schedules and lack of real personal connection to one another and he had only run into Dave early on by sheer luck in the Grayspace. The man's appearance shocked him in the difference between the Crowned Dave and the normal Dave, but that feeling soon ebbed into respect. Micah kept in contact with Dave from then on, somewhat reassured that there was at least one person always ready to fight Elegies, though he felt sorry for the state of Dave's normal life. It was a choice, he supposed, to give up one kind of life to live another, but it wasn't one he was ready to make. With the clarity of his Crown's nature, he was almost certain he would never be able to choose the way Dave did.
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