Micah Parker
Itâs my name, donât wear it out!
Nickname:
Call me something other than my name. Go ahead. See what happens.
Age:
17
Make a joke about how old I look. I dare you.
Gender:
Male
Dammit, Iâm not a girl! I swear.
Sexual Orientation:
Pansexual
Those pans, man. I mean. So damn hot. Every time I see them I just want to bang them together. Make some music.
Love Interest:
Micah isnât someone who finds people to deal with him very easily, much less someone to like him. Casual relationships are okay with him, and other people. There are at least two of his friends who he ocassionally sleeps with, one on a regular basis, and the other as a sort of go to when he feels the need for that sort ofâŠneed for the other gender.
They know me. And what I want. And what I like. I can make them scream my name. They can make me beg for mercy.
Description:
Alright, letâs play a game. A game in which you are the player. What do you think of when you imagine a 17 year old boy, who spends his whole life on the computer? What do you think he would look like? He has a few friends, not many, and he loves to mess around on the interwebs. You hear his voice, but never see a picture of him. What would be your impression? Think about it. Listen to this. Most would assume a larger than what is âsocially acceptedâ male, maybe around upper five feet, in height, and an allover dingy appearance. Oily face, maybe a few pimples due to puberty. Hell, his hair would even suck. An ugly dark brown, that hasnât been washed in a few days. Along with a horrid haircut. Is that what you were thinking? Donât lie. Itâs okay if you were. And now, with the game over, your mind will be blown. Because Micah is anything but the description above.
Heâs not thick. Hell, he not even âsocially acceptableâ in terms of his build. Lanky and twig-like. Not what most of society says they like. Except they lie and he is the closest thing to what magazines and other photoshopped pictures portray. He does it naturally. And he hates it. Anyways, itâs not to say he doesnât have muscle on him, he does, since messing around on the computer all day has it perks. Somehow. Unlike the oily, disgusting hair, Micahâs is like the sun, in hair form. And everyone knows, the sun looks different at certain times of the day. Just like his hair. The soft locks donât like to cooperate with him every often, but have their own mind to make him look acceptable to the outside world. When he wants to go out there that is. There is not a distinct color to Micahâs hair. Some days it holds a vibrant golden sun hue, shining even the darkest of areas. While other days it glows with a rich brown color. His eyes are another story. As blue as the sky and about as warm as the bottom of an iceberg. Which is a lot warmer than the top. So thatâs saying something. I think. Either way, Micah does get told his eyes are beautiful. Even the whole, âif you lived in Hitlerâs time you would survive because your eyes are perfectâ joke has been made. A lot. Too much. Not that Micah says much about it. Just smiles and nods. Because to him, his eyes are his best feature. They are cold enough to turn sharp and calculating, but are warm enough to be warm and inviting. Itâs the perfect combonation of eye color, and for once, he is glad of those DNA genes in him.
I look okay. I could look better, but whatever. Iâm cute enough. Everyone wants a piece of me.
Clothing Style:
Oh man. Clothing. For a 18 year old pansexual male. What on earth could he wear? Is he like those really fashionable gay men? Or is he like a total hobo in the way he dresses? Neither. All. Yeah. All of them. Why? Because he is 18 years old. And doesnât care. Everything looks good on him. Oversized shirts, loose pants, skinny jeans (though he honestly hates them, they make his ass look nice), dress shirts. Anything looks nice on him. Most days, the days where he doesnât leave his apartment, he is either dressed in a shirt too large and some nice comfy jeans, or shirtless and his underwear. There is no in between.
I donât see why this matters. I dress. How I want to.
Height/Weight:
5â4 and 118 lbs
Iâm not short, IâmâŠIâm fun-sized!
Skills:
Cooking:
Oh man. Cooking. Micah is actually really good at it. Most times he just makes a little something, homemade lasagna, homemade pizza, tamales, and anything else he feels like. But of course, he is a gamer at heartâa gamer in body and soul more like itâso when a new game he wants to play does come out, the food quantity drops from something different every day, to a mass making of something quick, like spaghetti, and eating it for days on end.
Tell me Iâm bad at cooking and Iâll make sure you donât make it out of the apartment alive.
Tai Chi:
It uses little strength, which is why it works in Micahâs favor, with the whole not a lot of muscle mass thing he has going on. But, just like himâor so he thinksâit can be deadly if used correctly. He hasnât practiced, or gone to spar with anyone in the past couple of weeks due to a new game currently in his possession.
Itâs really fun, you know. Little energy and packed with strength. Itâs like a sloth.
Acting:
Acting. Some call it a skill. Micah calls it a lifestyle. He looks cute and nice and innocent, right? So he acts the part of being a cute innocent 18 year old. Of course he knows what everything is, but when asked about anything an âinnocentâ child would gawk at, Micah just wrinkles his nose and tells the person that whatever it is, is dirty and he would never do that to himself. When in reality, the probability that he has done it is actually really high. Because while he is cute and funny and a dork, he isnât innocent.
Itâs not an act, I really am cute and innocent.
Cat Whisperer:
Itâs been something that he has been good at all his life. Cats like him. They meow at him and curl around his legs and paw at his face cutely. It helps that he likes cats as well, but that isnât the point now is it? No, its not. Anyways, Micah has a knack for knowing what cats want, and when they want it. A meow to a normal human could mean thousands of things, but to this gifted young boy, it could just mean that the kitten wants to play. At the current moment he as two cats in his apartment.
Donât touch the cats, please. They donât like you.
Likes:
Food:
Well, he cooks, so yes he likes what he cooks. Hence why he cooks. Silly. This is silly. Food is thing that humans need, all humans love food, even if it is not the same type of food as another likes. According to Micah, all food is good, regardless of how it tastes. If it was made with love and effort, it tastes just as good as a 5-star restaurant meal.
Cook me something.
Cats:
They are cute and cuddly and innocent, but on the other side of the coin they are rude, distrustful, coldblooded murderers. Just like him. If you ask him what he thinks he was in a past life, the answer is always a cat. Cats are his life, and if it wasnât for the fact that he was a video game addict, he might have done something with his life that involved helping cats.
Meow, Mew. Yes of course I know youâre hungry. Cutie kitty.
Magic:
Illusion of the mind. Pretty cool, if you ask him. They trick you into thinking something goes somewhere when it is really still right there. There is always that little voice in the back of Micahâs head that tells him that magic is real, and to a degree he believes it. But those fancy staged magic shows? Thatâs all in the mind. No real magic there. But whether it is staged or real, all magic is awesome in its own way.
They are awesome and amazing and totally the shit.
Games:
No shit he likes games. Games are his life. Even more than cats and food, and that is saying something. Online games, puzzle games, word games, board games, all hold a special place in his heart. But where the money lies for this young man is the console games. Dishing out thousands upon thousands of dollars, Micah currently owns a 3DS, the PS, PS2 and the PS3, the Wii and the wiiU, as well as the PSP and the PSVita.
Tell me I game too much. Go on.
Winter:
To keep this short and simple, he likes winter because everything is cold and dead. To make this long and drawn out, Micah likes winter because it is a state of the world where everything is peaceful. The snow is quiet when it flutters to the floor, the trees offer that scary but soothing sound of rattling the bare branches whenever a breeze rushes through. Itâs a calming time in the world. And a lot of video games come during the fall/winter months, but that is totally not the reason at all.
Everything is dead. I like the dead. They donât talk.
Dislikes:
Dogs:
Itâs not that he doesnât like them, they are cute and wag their tails and lick your faces with their wet slobbery tongues, itâs more of a distrust of the animals. It all happened when he was youngâŠbut to save the long story, in short he was bit by a dog on the nose as a small child and he never got over it.
Disgusting mammals.
Sleeping:
It keeps him from playing video games. While Micah is not a fan of energy drinks, his body is used to getting little sleep, sometimes only sleeping 8 hours in a whole week.
Who needs sleep? I donât thatâs for sure!
Summer:
Itâs hot. Hot and sometimes humid and god damn his A.C bill is through the roof during the summer. Throughout the horrid heated months of the year, Micah can usually be found in a pair of boxers on his couch, with ice packs on his body, his apartment at 75 degrees and fans constantly blowing on him. Around this time of year he is also a little grumpy if he has to go outside for anything.
Ooo, itâs too hot to do anything and itâs all sweaty. Gross.
Large Groups of People:
They just bother him. Itâs not that he doesnât like people, people are nice to him and they donât bother him one bit. Just. After spending many days, sometimes weeks, but more likely its months, away from people because of video games, it is sort of hard to just jump right into large clusters of people.
Stay away from me, I donât like any of you.
Blood:
Its stick and warm and slimy and just overall weird. To Micah it is something that interests him, but sort of bothers him at the same time. Blood in video games is just fine, in fact he thinks itâs a good use of graphics most times and laughs when he kills people in his games. Because they are just games, and the blood isnât real.
There are ways to kill without drawing blood. My favorite is poison. Want to try this new dish I made?
Fears:
Being Alone:
No one likes to be left all on their lonesome. Micah is no exception to that human rule. Though he is holed up in his house most days of the year, there are times when the friends who are closest to him, who understand the type of person he is, managed to convince him to go out and get some fresh air. And as much as a gamer he is, there is times when the young male does need to get out of the house, just in case his character decides to lose one more time and he ends up smashing his television in. You know. That wouldnât be the best thing to do.
The Dark:
Nah. Not the dark. That is for kids. His room can be dark. His house can be dark. He is not scared of the dark. The old clichĂ© is that he is afraid of what is in the dark. But of course, those dark things donât just appear when the whole house is dark. They are there in the daylight, hiding in the shadows. So yes, he is scared of the things that can possess and control you, that can make bad things happen to you, but his life is not controlled by trying to stay away from them. He knows they are there, and does what he can to keep them away. But there are timesâŠ
Death:
Who wants to die? Raise the hand up nice and high. No takers? Really? Not surprising. No one really wants to die. So why do you think that Micah would be any different? He doesnât want to die, but he knows he will. So he does all he wants to do when he wants to do it. Sadly all he wants to do is cook food, pet cats, and play video games so his life is a little on the lame side, but hey he likes it so letâs let him die happy, shall we?
Personality:
When someone meets Micah for the first time, itâs easy to get caught in the act of his innocent persona. Actually, even those who know him and how he really is still can get tangled up in the web of his acting. At first glance, Micah seems like the normal feminine male. A little giggle here, a snide comment hidden under an innocent smile and wide confused eyes there, and animated talking and bam, caught in the web of lies. Itâs not that he does it to keep people away. Itâs more of a sport for him. Get people to think he is a little angel, watch them get flustered at the awkward questions, and then laugh behind their backs later. Hook, line, and sinker. Or something cool like that. But back to the point. Honestly, it is easy for Micah to get caught up in his acting, to forget that he isnât normally like this. Itâs a normal thing to him. Hell, he even does it alone in his house, baby talking the cats and giving himself cheeky smiles in the mirror when he walks by. Really.
The next step is adding in a little bit of stubbornness into his act. Give a little pout, cross his arms with a huff, and wrinkle his nose and you got the perfect combination of an innocent brat. Probably his most favorite way to act due to the fact that he can get away with a little cursing here and there, as long as he looks ashamed and blushes after the fact. People think itâs cute so, whatever the people want, they sort of get. With a nasty twist to it, but thatâs how life is. When playing this part, Micah can not only get away with the cursing, but the boasting about his skills. Gaming skills, cooking skills, his cat whispering skills, anything. And they think itâs cute. Of course, he isnât condescending about it, to their faces at least. Heâs talks loudly and raises his voice and parts that should be excited to them. He makes sure that he waves his hands around, and mimics the actions he is trying to tell people about. His eyes always go wide and glitter with happiness and excitement (though half the time its fake), and he can never seem to stay in place when doing things like this. The only 100% natural thing about this act is the flush on his face from talking too quickly.
The third and final step isnât actually a step. Itâs what Micahâs friends call his actual personality. And man, does it suck ass. Sorry for you that when you meet him, he will be the worst thing you had the displeasure of meeting. It honestly makes many people, those who know the ârealâ Micah, wonder how he can pull off a sweet and caring persona. If youâre confused let me put it this way. Micah is a sarcastic, rude, morbid, cold person who would rather kill you with arrogant smirks and words that get under your skin then out right say what he wants. He iceberg blue eyes pierce into many a peopleâs soul when they arenât looking. Unlike his stance when acting the innocent part, a slightly slouched back and relaxed over all, with a constant smile, Micah is more likely to be found with his back straight, eyes narrowed, and a smirk already on his lips when someone walks through the door. When playing video games, or just games in general, he is the sort of person who would sneer at the board when losing, and tease the other players when he was winning, as well as maliciously spitting out choice curse words. He isnât all bad though. To those he deems worthy of his friendship, while he doesnât change much of how he acts, he carefully watches how his words affect them, and tailors his choice of vocabulary to ensure that they remain unhurt by what he says, even if it is a joke.
Feelings about the other Characters:
TBA
There really isnât anything interesting about Micahâs life. Itâs a nice simple, perfect background. Filled with love and a nurturing family who cared for him andâŠyeah who is he kidding his home life sucked. Here, letâs backtrack about 12 years and go from there. Ready? Okay.
WIP
Other:
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