Servio, quia oportet. Honora dictat meam. Meus honor est anima mea.
Since childhood, Michaelis has been known to show a kind heart to his fellow man. When angered, which is rare, he will lash out with so much rage, many have thought the mountains would quake under such an onslaught, if controlled and directed. Even after such a show of this rage, those who know where to look, will find him in tears, as his rage is one of the few things he fears more greatly than losing his own life. Despite this, his attitude towards the world is more melancholy than friendly. The air about him is so full of arrogance, many would begin to suffocate on it. However, his kindness will outshine his arrogance, but only if someone lies troubled, shows great hurt, or just needs to be comforted.
Weapon(s):
1. Dual edged longsword.
2. Large round shield
3. Sharpened walking staff
Power: Energy Manipulations. Although Michaelis focus is primarily on healing, he can also cause great harm to others with a single tough and thought. All of his energy manipulations depends on how awake he actually is. (see history for more information)
Other: Michaelis speaks two languages, common, which everyone speaks, and another which is held in brackets, such as <>. When speaking in brackets, only other Nimoans can understand him.
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History: Growing up in Nimoa was one thing, but growing up with an unfamiliar talent was quite the opposite. Energy Manipulations, the clerics had called it, the ability to use the the energy about the body. To control, hurt, and even heal, was what they had said. At the age of eight, Michaelis was transferred to a private school, at a small village on the border of Nimoa and Enticelle. Here, he learned how to use his gifts better, as much of the kingdom relied more on other abilities and mutation, than his own ability.
Here, he was given a better understanding of the world, and how it worked. The beautiful lands that Enticelle had to offer gave him the peace of mind that Nimoa never could. As the years progressed, his training became more towards meditation, than actual training. He needed to learn and understand his own body, before he could interact with the world's energies. "<Rushing in blindly is one way to get yourself killed>," said one of his teachers, "<Learn your energy first, and we will begin from there.>" And learned he did, even though it took close to five years to do so. "<Everything takes time>," his teacher said, "<Rushing causes mistakes.>" It would be another three years before he was turned over to the scientists for schooling and studies of the anatomy.
Michaelis was given a place to learn medicine, but turned it down for knowledge of the body. He practically demanded to learn this science, even when his entire family had turned to medicine. Before, he was strange, but after learning all there was to know about the body, he became an outcast. More years had past, and his talent for energy manipulations grew. His art became more towards the healing of the body and mind with a mere touch. This baffled the kingdom, even after showing his talent, they wanted more. Unfortunately, the constant use his abilities took on a great strain with each pull on his abilities, causing him to age an additional ten years. Which left him unwilling to do any more for a long time. In that time, he took up the sword and shield, parading around on a horse, or on foot. When he became willing to use his abilities for others, he became known as D. Michaelis, Tradidit Ferventes (Sir Michael, the Warm Handed).
Soon after, the call from the Belauricen Kingdom came, asking for interested parties to participate in a tournament. He was naturally curious about the event, especially for the "secret prize", and opted to join. Although many would rather that he stayed, he expressed a need for a holiday from the kingdom, and what better way, than to join the tournament.
Reason for entering: Holiday from the kingdom for a while.
Theme song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lPlFfxMt24