Miskwi, he calls himself Misk
He remembers stuff from around America's colonization.DoB:
No freaking idea.Sex:
Supposedly male, although he has no way of proving it xDHeight:
Without antlers, he's 7ft or 210cm
. With them, he's 8'6, and 255cm
Wendigo, a flesh eating creature that lurks the night.
Misk is inhumanly strong
... plus considering he has no muscles. Therefore, he's also very fast
and will outrun most vehicles around the speed limit. Able to get to 150km/h in flat terrain, running in fours. Last, he's resilient
to most physical attacks, but you can get him a nice bruise if you shoot him. About supernatural powers, he can copy voices
, mimicking sentences to make others believe that it's their friend speaking. But he's unable to create new sentences with a stolen voice.Strengths:
and very silent and quiet despite travelling through woods and dry leaves. He can learn the paths and roads to locations very well. He rarely gets lost unless he doesn't get to the place by land. He's got some spatial intelligence there. Weaknesses:
Although Misk is very resistent towards physical attacks, he can be debilitated by fire
to the point where bullets and blades can actually hurt him. If you want to kill him, though, you'll need some decapitation method. There are no internal organs to be targeted here.
Misk loves taking long walks
and collecting skulls
he finds on his way. Although he loves winter's long nights, he finds that more men visit forests on Summer
, meaning more food for him. He likes eating human flesh
, which is the only one that fills him and nourishes him. Dislikes:
The sun on his skin
, as it's so related to the fire, is something Misk likes to avoid, using skulls as sort of caps, and his shawl as a cape to cover his pale body. It doesn't harm him, but he thinks he might burn him just like fire.Fears: Fire
, terribly. Flames, candles, oil lamps, bonfires. Not light, but fire. Misk is also inexplicably afraid of going up or down staircases
. He can pass by one and not mind at all, but don't ask him to go up. And don't try to go up in his presence. He will try to explain it, but will terribly fail.Goals:
He'll very much like to learn how to speak
correctly and read and write
. He'd also like to satiate his hunger
but even he knows this is not possible. And last but not least, he's trying to go to Mexico
and find his friend Quetza.Personality:
Miskwi, having spent his whole existence in solitude is, at the very least, shy. Everyone is different from him, so he does never feel like he belongs, and not being able to fully undertstand people makes him insecure and hesitant whenever trying to communicate. The few times he has tried in the past, he has only received screams and shots as a reply. No blaming the humans, he is a seven feet tall moving skeleton who smells like he's been dead for weeks. Not being able to speak clearly, and missing most vital vocabulary, Misk is rather quiet. Yet, he loves learning, and does it fast. Teach him a word and he will use it as often as he can, repeat your phrases and try to assimilate the meaning. Despite his appearance, Misk is not violent, and will only respond to an attempt to hurt him if he cannot run or hide. Other than this, he is very attentive, and will try to keep those around him comfortable, even if that means he must leave. He has no sense of common knowledge, and references will pass unnoticed. History:
Misk has been here since the white men came. They brought their metal thundering long beasts, and killed the living out of the forests, of the animals and men. Misk is not sure if he remembers this because he lived through it, or because the spirits told him in his dreams, but he is certain of this story. When the nights were only covered by the stars and moon, men used ancient magic to keep wendigos away, and fire to destroy the ones that approached their villages. Eating men was easier, though, for they had no way of defending themselves with metal clods spit by monsters. But as time went by, the villages became towns, and then cities. The men built fences and then walls, and the fire engulfed the nights in the form of small bubbles of light. Men came less and less often and, when they did, it was to take away another patch of his home.
Misk doesn't hate men. It's like saying men hate cows. Yes, they can be dangerous if you don't treat them accordingly, but they are nutritious. Misk cannot control men, but men are easy to deceive and bring to him, if he plays his cards well.
Recently, he came over a person who did not run from him, or hide, or show fear in his countenance. But Quetza, who had told Misk he lived in the mythical lands of Mexico, had disappeared. He was gone, and Misk now wants to find him. He left his well known forest, understanding that no human would ever regard him as nothing more than a monster, and began his trip towards... Towards somewhere he could ask for directions. The map Quetza had given him didn't have the wiggling letters that represented Mexico typed on it. Not that he should be trusted to find them, considering they were just strange symbols to him.
Please don't go. |
Misk trusts you. |
Misk does not like you. |
- Huge. Cracks neck. Strong. Talks weird. Ana
- Small. Smells tasty, but not human. Mavie
- Smells like human but has wings??? Confusion????Riad
- Uses funny words. Stephan
- Lets Misk munch on him from time to time. Eri
- Told Misk they were friends. She tastes bitter.
Skype. Always. Notes too, but I'm slower.Preferences:
Paragraph. Misk is good for role playing mystery, thriller, action, slice of life, even. I don't think he's able to develop romantic relationships though.Script Sample:
Misk: *as he stared down at the map that Quetza had handed him, the letters started dancing on his eyes, and playing among them, doubling themselves, changing places..* Misk does not... see... Mexico... *actually, he didn't see anything straight anymore, and even felt like his head was... off. Nobody had told him that reading inside a car would make him dizzy* *he stretched a bit and took out his head through the window to look around, enjoying the wind in his face. A car passed them and slowed down as the passengers stared at Misk, a mix of terror and awe gleaming in their eyes* GRANDPA! *Misk shouted at them using the last driver's voice, recalling the insults their own car had received a while back, and making the people inside look at them confused and end up driving off* *he went back inside the metal roof of the van and furrowed his brow. Vans and humans were so strange...*Paragraph Sample:
'The structure that stood in front of him was not... exactly logical. Miskwi was used to seeing things that did not come to any apparent use, and he tended to just ignore them, deeming some of them unearthly dangerous. No, his world was not plagued with magic, but it hid in this corner and that creak, waiting for the breeze to flow just right for it to surface, caress the Earth and go back to hiding.
Yet, this glass bridge was... calling for him, rustling his name —his esence— through the leaves of the forest. Slowly, hesitantly, he stepped on it, making his body shake with a feeling so strange and unexpected that he could not help but keep going. The fear traversed his muscles, but moving forward seemed like the only option, and thus Misk obeyed the silent command.
He didn't realize when he had stepped foot on this new land, this... construction, until it was too late. The bridge behind him had vanished from sight, and now he was inside a building. A man made building. He jumped from the dim lit chamber and hid behind a column, knowing that now he had taken the step, there was no way of going back.
His eyes, pale glowing pits, drifted from the structure to the gates, analyzing, expecting, waiting for movement, begging that men with metal thundering beasts wouldn't show up and hunt him, like they did in the forest that he used to call home. Where was this? Was this Mexico? Had he finally gotten where he had been heading to?