Age:
Eighteen.

Sexuality:
Despite often being mistaken for Asexual, Mikael will go for anyone if they interest him enough.

Personality:
To most people the universe is an extremely fascinating thing in one way or another, and to some that fascination presents in a need to rip the outer layers off and delve into the mechanics behind it through magic and the mind. A common trait of the children of Tierothoran specifically, their self-impressed sense of superiority to all creation due to their ability to understand the workings of it seems to drive their need to dominate all others through knowledge, but that's where Mikael differs from most of his kind. Due to a childhood of fairy tales from every corner of the world, and several dead cultures, as well as tales of his mother's sorcery-infused and embellished adventures his views are more personal.

The innate need to dissemble all the interesting bits of the universe and put them back together in some form is for sure an aspect of his father, but the burning passion he does it with hints at it being more of a true driving force behind his whole being. This is shadowed only by an insatiable need to do so personally. This has lead to an impressive level of learning, everything from astral physics, the mechanization of a human heart, to the reason glowing mushrooms glow, and back to metaphysics behind a simple fireball spell has fallen inside his scope of interest, fleeting and prone to distraction as that scope is.

In fact, the only constant within his interest is enchantment, and other, more natural devices that draw on magic. Such things always catch his eye and curiosity as soon as he notices them.

This all however is not to say everything in the universe interests him though. Plenty of things fall outside his sphere, and are quite noticeably met with open disdain.

Though most of this is natural, the degree of his curiosity was carefully fed, if not over-fed by his upbringing, the stories that filled his youth with novelty have shaped him more than anything else, and more than his mother could've imagined. Because of them, experimentation, adventure, exploration, pushing the bounds of his mind and straining the universe through his magics is more than just a calling to him, its the basest aspect of who he is. It is, in no uncertain terms, his life's passion.
You see, he does love his books, his quite study, it's only in moderation. One of his strongest values is that only so much can be learned from written word, the rest from experience. That desire, that need to experience things himself is constantly weighing on his mind, to a point where being coped up too long with nothing to do has visible effects. This trait is made all the worse by how impulsive and rash he can be, often taking to ideas as soon as they pop into his head, or abandoning previous plans due to a new, more interesting discovery.

All said, he's not completely unlike his kind. No one can dodge every aspect of their race or upbringing, hard as they may try. For starters, he's as arrogant as you can get, and quite vocal about his superiority as a Demi-God of Tierothoran to the lesser races, which do include all other Demi-Gods. Most of his lording over others is kept within his head, harsh and and uppity as it may be, what leaks through is usually merely smugness, and glib jibes at the lesser workings of most creatures minds. But when properly annoyed or amused it shines through in backhanded compliments and dry sarcasm, if not direct insults. To go with this, his pride is as A-typically large for a Tierothoran Son as possible, and any insult to it is usually met with incredibly aggressive knee-jerk reactions. Or a fair bit of snarky humour depending on severity of offense.

As for general interactions with others, his skills are lacking at best. He's not awkward in social settings, merely disinterested, often keeping himself entertained with personal monologues and the like, which leads to his less than stallar reputation when coupled with his uppity attitude. At first he comes off quite relaxed, unless enthralled with some subject of his studies. Sure, his passion for knowledge practically drips off him, right beside the arrogance, but he's generally quiet and reserved. Prone to answering questions with seemingly nonsensical statements, often referring to other works, leaving him perceived as absent minded and possibly even timid. Until someone tires to engage him in direct conversation. His lack of manners and ego tends to slip out of his mouth with ease and sour the mood quite quickly.

Abilities:
Metacreativity, a single ability at it's core, with endless forms of application. Simplistically put, it is the ability to harness energies of varying times and force them into any shape or structure with enough willpower and clear intent. This is most commonly used by the Psionic Children of Tierothoran to create mighty golems of stone, steel, and blood, mechanical war machines capable of flight, living creatures of varying powers with their own consciousnesses, bridges made from their minds, prisons of raw energy. Those however are all things done by quite accomplished Psions wielding the favours of their Father, Mikael's 'mastery' over the art is much less refined and comparatively unimpressive. As is expected of a young man without any of Tierothoran's gifts.

His talents are odd for a Psion. Sure, he can create basic golems, usually nothing more than souless husks of matter capable of minor thought and senseless aggression, summon lesser creatures from outer planes, and devise simple weapons, but he shines in creative use of environmental factors.

The Mind Of A God:
Demi-Gods often inherit many things from their divine parents, and Tierothoran's is perhaps known best by the gift he forces on all his children, an aspect of his mind. You see, Tierothoran is more or less just consciousness itself, just a form of the universe experiencing itself, and the keeper of all things it's learned. The physical body he uses to impregnate mortals is merely an aspect of his other gift, Metacreativity. Now, his children will never match his mind, such a thing wouldn't even be possible, but they are a direct link to it. Most of it is shielded, kept from them, but it wouldn't be completely wrong to claim the entire universe is indeed trapped within their heads. The way they learn, how quickly, their memories, all are his gifts and aspects of him. Genius would be putting it mildly, however this often comes with a great downsides in the form of carelessness, and arrogance, as well as how easy it is for them to merely 'forget' what is a physical reality and what isn't.

Many of his children have merely thought themselves to death.


Weaknesses:
The price of creation:
The creation of life, whether it be a thinking Golem, or otherworldly beast pulled through the cosmos, it comes with a steep price. A Psion accomplishes the task of creating a creatures mind, or pulling it with the beast's body by dragging through what they refer to as the Aetheral Font, the very essence of what other people know as consciousness. This act tears the veil between realities, and steals a bit of it's energy from it. To maintain balance, the Font would take a piece from the caster, spesifically of their mind, a horrible fate stayed only by Tierothoran himself, though it is not a selfless act.
He offers the shield of his endless knowledge in exchange for a link between his mind and the Psion's, allowing him to experience the world in a million different ways through mortal eyes. This leaves psions at their weakest when conjuring life, and if wounded to greatly in the process they run the risk of being sucked into mind of their father itself. Often depicted as Void.

This is why summonings and conjuration is usually done alone, before any combat. There is however a risk to even that.

During the time of the link with their father, Tierothoran does inhabit their very essence, bits of him slips into the Psion. It's not uncommon for a a child of his to come away with a brand new idea, or knowledge of some random tid-bit of the universe, but using this too much, too quickly opens up the link a little too far, and too much knowledge slips into the person's mind...
Some things mortals are not meant to know, and even though Demi-gods aren't strictly mortal, insanity is easy enough to incur...

Arrogance:
A personality trait. Mikael's unending smugness and sense of superiority often leave him masking rash, unintelligent decisions based on underestimating his foes.

Tierothoran's Fragility:
In order to lavish on the mind of his children the way Tierothoran does, he must convert energy from somewhere, and not all of it his. This comes at the cost his children's bodies. Though they have no less energy when it comes to running, jumping, and magic than any other being, they do have much less muscle, and much less capability to grow any. They are more or less quite frail. They wound easier, recover slower, and are notorious for having terrible immune systems, allowing diseases and illness to ravage them much more harshly than other beings.


Bio:
A boy like any other in his youth, aside from walking, talking, reading, and writing two years before his peers, Mikael loved stories more than anything. And his mother told the best ones, by far. Eliisa was unasuming by the time she had her son, but in her youth she'd been a sorceress of some renown. She knew full well what she was getting into, having a child of the god of Knowledge, and had spent long nights recording every memory she could to play it back to the boy while he was still in her womb. A task that might have done more harm than good. Mikael loved the stories more than she had anticipated, and always asked a thousand questions about a thousand things for what seemed like each sentence she spun, eyes narrow and painfully straining to focus on every detail of her face as he did. She was quite flattered, which is probably why she let him run amok as soon as he could read. Without hesitation he devoured every book of hers he could get his hands on, from fiction, romance, and in his age to spellbooks to...Darker things. Nothing worried her at first though.

As he aged however, everything stayed the same. Frighteningly so. He'd lock himself up in his room with books he'd send her out for, or ordered, or had a shopkeeper bring to him. He didn't eat much, never played with or even talked to the other children of the little town of Dresden. His only social interactions was when he chatted up the older residents on occasion, fishing a story or two out of them, but once they ran out he'd never speak to them again. Her greatest sorrow was finding out she was no esception, because once she ran out of stories that enraptured light in his eyes that always sprung up when she talked faded, and he ignored her too in time. Any mother would be troubled, Demi-God of a child or not. She was worried, hurt, and when he was about eight she began to force him out of the house as often as she could, even resorting to locking him out if she had to, but it didn't do much. The other children didn't want much to do with him, and he made it painfully clear he wanted absolutely nothing to do with them. Several parents had sent her very angry letters, citing how rude Mikael was and just what he'd called their children. If she hadn't been so disheartened at what she perceived as her failings as a parent, she would've chuckled and the colourful use of insults.

Throughout this, the locale school was useless, he was already be leagues above his peers and she could, with much pain, see the arrogance growing in him. When he had met the teachers he refused to even address them as such, claiming even he knew more about the workings of the universe than of them could ever even hope to achieve. Needless to say, they were asked quite polity not to return. In her desperation she attempted to teach the boy, but by about the time he was ten, she could see he was surpassing in her in some ways. That was when she turned to magic, a dangerous route but one a loving mother thought necessary in order to give her child a successful future. She was worried to death about his social skills, worried about him learning too much too fast, his sanity, him in general. And every day that worry grew more and more, as he'd sit alone in his room, a pile of books up to his eyes, or every night when he'd sneak out to 'adventure'. Every time she caught him in her lab, messing with things even she wouldn't.

A mother's love is a beautiful thing, but also a potentially destructive force. Few things can cloud judgement as heavily as desperation, and few things can full desperation like the maternal bond. No one would blame Eliisa for what she did, but choosing to delve into older magics was a risky move..

Especially since it involved the Staff of Temetaklar. An ancient bit of enchanted metal Temetaklar painfully bound his soul and spirit too in his dying hours to cheat death, making it a sort of willingly haunted object.

She presented the staff to Mikael, who was curious, but not too interest until Temetaklar's spirit casually appeared beside it, gripping it tightly with his ethereal fingers. He willingly agreed to be his mentor, to teach him all he could ever want, but to do so responsibly, and with his mothers overseeing.

Funny thing about it is...Spirits lie. Often. Tim, as Mikael took to calling him, taught him many, many things in secret, not all of them good, not all of them things meant to be known. Eliisa was unaware that Tim's consciousness took on aspects of whoever wielded his staff, which in Mikael's instance made him even more arrogant, reckless, willing to delve any aspect of any form of study. The bond Mikael has with Tim was seemingly innocent enough for years, but when he was thirteen it exploded, and began causing...Incidents..With his mother, and even the village of Dresden itself. So much so in fact, that the other residents threatened to form a mob and drive him out if she didn't do anything about his ways. This was the last straw for poor Eliisa, and the last bit of her heart left to break.

In all her pain and fury she sent him, and his staff, off to the school he now resides in, cursing his name and telling him not to return to the little town at all, let alone her home. Ever since, Mikael has been a less than interested student, spending most his time locked alone in his room.

Well, not quite alone..