The Captured: Magic is Born (OOC/Accepting!)

Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: Micah is a pretty quirky, mutable, and confused person. Some days she'll feel like everything is out of order and that she has to keep everything neat, other days everything will be a mess; some days she'll be open and talkative, other days she'll be fairly quiet and shy. Never does she not seem hurried, she always feels rushed like she's on a clock or something. In general, Micah is a pretty nervous person, causing her to have a slight stutter in her speech, and can sometimes be easily intimidated. You can tell just by looking at her that she's always thinking about something, like something is bugging her, the way her eyes are always wide open. She always feels like something is going to happen, and if it might it, more than likely will. Playing with her nails and hands is a habit of hers, she'll put one nail under the other continuously, causing a clicking sound or just fidget with her hands. Other times she'll just chew her nails. Also, she tends to tap her foot or shake her leg a lot.

She isn't afraid to speak her mind or say how she's feeling or if you need to calm the heck down. She's also highly sarcastic at times but usually has a smile on her face. She likes to dress many different ways, whether it be from jeans with skirts over them to something completely dark and down: sometimes it doesn't fit the weather outside. The only thing that doesn't change about her style is her head: she always wears a french beret and they always match her outfits. She can't be caught without her iPod, as she's always listening to it, or without her stress relief which she cannot live without, and her camera as she feels everything around her is constantly changing. She also carries a small bag on her shoulders that contain these things and mind puzzles to keep her busy. Asides from her weird ways she is a very friendly and open person who can be pretty easy to make friends with if you can tollerate her.
Likes: Eating with chopsticks, painting her each fingernail seperate colors (whether they match or not), the rain, big, black shades, wearing fake glasses, pictures, mind puzzles, sitting on benches by herself
Dislikes: Sharing seats with people, being touched, long periods of silence, being in confined spaces for a long time, fighting, being rushed, people who yell etc..
Strengths: Her caution, modesty, and ingenuity tend to be he strengths as she doesn't tend to look for the spotlight and is very cautious when it comes to certain things which can help so things later on won't be a burden and will help to keep trouble out of way, especially when she's trying to stay hidden. She likes to settle for doing things her own way which can sometimes be a good thing as it can lead her to discover new things.
Weaknesses: Her general lack of courage, social and emotional intelligence as she second-guesses herself far too much, her conscience, her tendecy to sometimes be too quick to forgive.
Fears: Being tested on again, having a brutal death, scary looking people on the side of the road, heights
Biography: Micah doesn't know much about herself anymore. After the years in the lab, and her constant difficulties with the experiments, she forgot a lot of things in her life. She does know that 'Micah' isn't her real name, she just came up with it out of random, it was the first thing to come out of her mouth. Since she didn't know her middle or last name she just lives without a middle one and uses her adoptive families last name even though she just believes she's using it just to be using it. Honestly, she just prefers Micah by itself, most times she just tells people she only has a first name. She does remember a bit though. She can remember a little of her life before she was capture, like the fact that she had a mother and possibly a father and attended a private school for a while. She remembers playing in leaves with the sound of other children laughing, but their faces are blurry. Plus she owned a small, white dog..or was it brown? And maybe she had a sibling or two.. She lived near a place with water maybe..then she thinks they moved because of something bad. Sometimes she has dreams about different things that she believes to be her chidhood but she is never sure.

One day she does remember is the day she was captured even though that isn't very detailed either. It was almost time for her eleventh birthday and she was taking out the trash. She didn't notice the van parked near the sidewalk, and no one was watching her of course. The last thing she remembered was being grabbed and hauled into the van with a loud shut of the door. When she thinks about it now all she hears are screams and big hands holding her down, blindfolding her and securing her mouth. As an instant reaction she went ballistic, wild, until she felt a quick prick to her thigh and she went unconscious.
The next she remembers is waking up with her hands still bound together, on the floor with a bunch of other children. Some younger, some older. All of them looked scared, some of them looked like skin and bones, others looked like they were just the walking dead..as if they’d seen a ghost. From the moment she opened her eyes and saw the kids she cried and cried. It was impossible for her to go to sleep and she often made others cry. After days of living there, beginning to starve, she just sat in a corner and wept silently trying to keep her turn from coming.

It wasn’t until one day, a boy maybe a few years older than she was came over to her and just hugged her. She doesn’t remember his name but she remembered he was really nice and was never mean to her. He took care of her, always looked out for her like he was her sister. He was growing thin too but you could tell he was well built. That was..until he began to starve more, it became harder to recognize. The next thing she remembers is being dragged out the cell by multiple people, she had to be tranquilized. She remembers passing out multiple times but everything is always a blur. When she thinks about it she always heard an alarm of some sort, a loud beeping. The test always went wrong with her, they screwed her up and for some reason..she kept on living..just barely. She remembers being hauled out of the cell plenty of times and then going black.

The day of the battle is also kind of blurry. She remembers a lot of screams and fighting, she had just been tested on that day and had no idea what was going on, she was completely drained out. After that she can remember falling on the floor and waking up again somewhere hot. There were a lot of other kids with her. Again she passed out. Back and forth, back and forth. The last thing she remembers of that day is waking up and seeing her friends face, there were a lot of bright lights so it was hard to see. A kiss to the forehead and she never saw him again. She just woke up in a hospital beg crying all over again.

Now she lives in a loft with a woman and man she calls Lola and Bert. They’re very friendly and providing even though she knows she drives them nuts sometimes. They make her go to counseling and she’s supposed to take medication for ADD, ADHD, her “paranoia” and a whole lot of other crap. She knows they think she’s crazy and more so recently she feels as if they’re scared of her, a little bit skeptical. She has been feeling weird, hearing things she wouldn’t normally think of, things that don’t even sound like her. Maybe that’s why people are looking at her strange…
How the capture changed them: Before the capture she was a carefree girl who loved to play and do everything. She had no worries, Hakuna Matata. But after everything happened she’s been easily distracted, paranoid. She feels like there’s always something after her and she constantly has nightmares. Her reaction to everything is now different then she probably would have reacted if her life wasn’t so drastically changed. The way she eats is also different, sometimes she feels like she has to eat every last drop of food on her plate, even if she’s not hungry. She’ll constantly snacks too but other times she’ll feel like she can’t eat a single thing. Her emotions have also changed, she didn’t use to be so moody and confused about herself. Her sensitivity has changed as well. She used to be very general and sure of who she was. After everything she’s basically the exact opposite of who she would have been if she could have only made it fifteen feet to her doorway from the trashcan. Her constant changing and her quirkiness and strange must-haves/must-do’s all are the reactions of her post-capture self.
Appearance: Micah has thick, luscious black hair that stops down her back. It’s usually worn straight down with her beret to top it. She has deep, penetrating blue eyes that are an eye catcher, always looking around full of curiosity, and thick black eyebrows. Her lips are full and pink, always coated with lip balm, and are usually being chewed by herself. She has a high cheekbone structure that most people find lovely and her deep dimples are probably her best feature. Her nails are always done, as in they are neatly shaped and everything, even if she does pick at them. Her body shape is that of a petite one, very petite. She’s only about 5’1 and won’t get any bigger than she already is. Before the capture she was already a naturally small girl and even though she’s gained a lot of weight back since she was taken in by Lola and Bert she’s a bit scrawnier. She isn’t the fittest person in the world, not a tri-athlete, but Lola and Bert do have her a personal trainer to make sure nothing goes wrong. Micah’s arms are almost never bare. She’ll have multiple things on her arms like bracelets of all sorts, hair ties, a watch, ribbons, basically anything. Another thing she always has is her little bag on her back, she can’t leave the house without it. Every now and again she’ll have her camera, sometimes of different types, hanging around her neck like a necklace.
Magic Type: Mind Master
Extra: Micah is a pretty well-balanced person, though in a very isolated manner. She’s very good with instruments and picks up very fast. Lola and Bert try to keep her as occupied as possible without over stressing her. Her grades in school are amazing and sometimes people think she cheats, even Lola and Bert. She's also a very good drawer, especially in sketches and realistic drawing. In truth, Micah has a pretty good sense of humor and is actually very playful. When she’s at the perfect mood she’ll be loose enough to play around but that’s only a rare occasions. Sometimes she has shown signs of insomnia and parasomnia especially in more recent cases. She doesn’t like being anywhere alone or with intimidating people though she rather prefers solitude at times. Lately she’s been feeling very paranoid and acting a bit strange. It’s becoming hard to convince people that it’s only a phase she’s going through…especially when she isn’t convinced.

Age: 18
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: Jericho tends to be very withdrawn about things. Generally he remains quiet, rarely voicing his opinion or taking charge of a situation. Having a natural tendency to plan things out and not rush around like someone with their head cut off, he has a level head about things, even if he doesn't feel comfortable voicing his opinion. He lacks any real temper, and it takes a miracle to actually anger Jericho. He is usually the first to back down on anything trivial, not looking for trouble. Anything more then trivial and he will not back down, no matter how uncomfortable it makes him feel. Jericho doesn't look to fit in or stand out, just fade out of sight and avoid detection. He's not an outgoing, egotistical or angry person, though if somehow someone manages to find and provoke his pratically nonexistant temper, he goes berserk, betraying a minor psycological issue. If someone befriends him, he'll follow them to the ends of the earth, not wanting to loose such a thing. He would never leave them either, always remaining in touch and not giving up on them. He will do just as much, usually more so, to those that help him, especially when they don't try and ask for anything in return. Otherwise he avoids contact with people in general, preferring his room and its relative security to the possible danger the outside has.

Likes: Sketching anything that is on hand, finding a quiet place to relax, avoiding notice, mind and strategy puzzles, electronics, playing the piano, and reading.

Dislikes: Being put in the spotlight, loud and obnoxious scenarios, being put into a leadership role, crowded places, confrontations (Physical or Mental), hospitals, and surprises.

Strengths: Jericho is very book smart in his own right, and able to plan effectivily. When someone prys his opinion on a situation out, he shows he is well informed. He is very fast and agile, despite his rather calm and peaceful attempt to exist, able to outrun most people. When push comes to shove, and a friend is involved, Jericho will go to the ends of the earth for someone, being utterly and fully loyal to the person he considers a friend.

Weaknesses: Jericho's complete loyalty and general lack of standing up for himself can lead to him being taken advantage of and treated poorly. Physically he is not very strong, and would get battered and beaten badly in a fight with most people. He isn't the best at thinking on his feet and isn't the most street smart person, and it is easy to catch him off guard at times.

Fears: Being Captured again, being alone in the dark (or thinking he is alone), seeing someone he trusts as a friend leave or die, the concept of everything he has being lost, large blood amounts.

Biography: Jericho had what many would consider to be the perfect life. He had an older sister that helped him out when he needed it, his parents were still together and had no family issues at all. They were not obscenely wealthy but had enough money to live in comfort and have everything they needed and a fair amount of what they could want. His father was an electronics technician and his mother a nurse at the local hospital. They had a German Shepard, which he would swear was the nicest animal in the world and never harmed anyone. He attended a local school and had high grades, being in honor classes. He had very few friends, not including his family who were dear to him, and those friends were treated just as well as he treated his family.Why he remembers all this sticks very clearly in his mind, to have some hope to hang on to and so he knew his origins so that if he got out he could find home again. While it turned out to be a pipe dream, he had clung to such a thing none the less, it was all he really had during those years being shown how cruel man could be.

Jericho had been thirteen years old when the unmarked van picked him up off the street. He had been walking home from school, his sister working on a school project and the family had agreed this was his first time walking home alone. He remembered he was going to be late for his piano lessons if he didn't hurry, so he hadn't noticed the van following him. His memory of that was he was lifted up by his arms, a blindfold, gag, and binds placed on him, and he was in the back of the van and gone. No time to even scream or make a shocked noise. He remembered nothing else, but he suppressed these memories, and had bounced around and was generally ill treated during the trip. He remembers being thrown into the cell with other children, seeing them bound like he was. And it was dark, and that compounded his fear of darkness. His reaction was to find a corner and curl onto himself, not even half realizing or caring about how the others would react to him. He just wanted home and out of this place, praying time and again it was just one long and painful nightmare.

It wasn't. Jericho kept to himself early on, just shuddering into what sleep he could find and watching as they were drug out one by one and things were done. He was taken early on, being drug out while he was just too numb to react. He went through small periods where he lost touch with reality, just sitting there and being nonresponsive. He did recall that they injected him with something and was thrown back into the cell. He woke up and continued to endure the testing and beatings, experiments and lack of food and general pain he was put through. There were those that reached out and helped others, and while details continue to evade him, he knew that helped him stay alive. Eventually someone young died, and that pushed them over the edge. He was one of the oldest that were not attacking the guards that came in, and he vaugly remembered grabbing someone that had gotten too weak and helped some of them and he carried the person out. He couldn't even remember the gender, just that said person was light and his frail form lasted enough for both of them.

They walked and walked, people dying and screaming as they went. He had been shot just before loosing sight of the compound, in the arm and he was left to deal with the wound as he forced himself on. It didn't stop him from carrying the person as best he could though as far as necessary, he remembered that much. They reached a town where he was taken to the hospital and temporarily put to sleep because of the panic he had thrown himself into upon seeing the medical wards. He woke up in an elderly couples house, they had agreed to take him in and care for him. He still had schooling to take care of, and he tried to find some sort of normal life. He couldn't, eventually feeling something in him that was changing and waking up. And it terrified him to such an extent he shut himself up more then usual, not allowing himself to explain things. He was remembering what they did in the labs again, and it scared him further seeing a connection there. He prayed it was nothing and he would get on, but he had a dank feeling it wasn't just nothing.

How the capture changed them: Jericho suffers from a few mental issues that developed during his experience and one minor physical one. Whether it was from the wound in his arm or just the sheer stress and pressure of experimentation, he developed chronic tremors in his left arm. Twice a week he would began shaking in his left arm for several minutes at a time, causing him to stop and just hold his arm still until it stopped. He has panic attacks when confronted with certain fears, a minor reaction to the dark but a severe one if he is confronted with capture again. He'll curl onto himself and mutter when in the dark, but can be snapped out of it if someone shows he isn't alone. If faced with capture, though, his panic attack goes violent, doing everything in his power to avoid being taken alive. A similar reaction happens if someone figures out a way to make his nonexistant temper go off.

Appearance: Jericho is not that sturdy, still being thin under his clothes, but not unhealthily so like before. His sand blonde hair is kept in a short cut, though it does rise a bit naturally. He has a soft shadow of a beard, though it never goes beyond that no matter how long it goes without being trimmed. He has a soft hazal color to his eyes, while they do occasionally flash with mental pain if he is going through a panic attack. He is shorter then most males, being only about 5ft 8in tall when given the benefit of the doubt. Despitebeing thin, he has a stamina to him that when he really starts walking or running is obvious. He rarely wears anything fancy or formal, clothing wise, nor anything that feels restrictive in nature. He has trouble handling such clothing. Rather he wears a loose undershirt of sometype, and occasionally a loose overshirt of somesort, many times a plaid type of design. He refrains from and shys away from jeans, usually wearing trousers of some sort because they were comfortable. His shoes are heavily worn in and battered, though they are still in good shape and could hold up for sometime.

Magic Type: Soul Reaper

Extra: Jericho has sharp eyesight, being able to see farther then some without being unable to focus on things right in front of him. He has a very nasty scar on his left shoulder, from the wound he sustained fleeing from the compound. His caretakers had the bullet made into a cross and given to him as a gift, not telling him its origins, and he wears it at all times. He has a religious belief that becomes evident during times of stress. He has some medicine that he is supposed to take to suppress his tremors, but he constantly doesn't, wanting to get used to it and deal with it so he wouldn't become dependant on such things. He also has medication for his panic attacks, which he takes whenever he feels one coming on, though they are not always effective.