Appearance: His hair is a dark red, his eyes a bright green, and his skin a nice dark olive. He's tall, at nearly 5' 10" (he's five foot nine and a half), and has lean muscle, so he's only about 145 lb. He has somewhat narrow eyes and a narrow face, which makes him look annoyed even when he isn't. He keeps his hair long and out of his face in a ponytail. When his hair is down, he's more easily annoyed. Instead of using your typical hairband or tie, he uses a piece of strong leather. His clothes are often nice and styled, like casual suits, making him look a little bit like someone from a mob (well, he is in a gang). His fedora is a dark black, with his signature red feather stuck in it. He usually has on black fingerless gloves and a black bandana around his neck (always has the bandana unless swimming or showering or otherwise unable to wear it). He looks older then he is.
"Don't get jealous because I look too good. You probably couldn't handle me, after all."
Name: Michael Williams
Nickname: Red (his favorite color). Don't call him Mike.
Age: 20
"Got something to say about my age? Huh?
Gang Affiliation: Keys
"Fuck yeah!"
Personality: As you can probably tell, he's cocky and is a bit of a smart-alec. He likes to compliment people by saying "Oh, really good; nearly as good as me," and other such back-handed compliments. He's loud, occasionally annoying, and thinks he can do anything and everything he wants. He doesn't take 'no' for an answer, and can be easily pissed off if you known what buttons are the right ones to push... Because of his appearance and loud mouth, some people can be frightened by him, but he doesn't hurt others unless he's fighting. Despite it all, he is loath to use 'cowardly' tactics like ambushes, and prefers to use his strength and skill to go in for head-on attacks. That doesn't mean he's dead set against ambushes and all, but he'd rather not. He doesn't seem like your typical Key, either, since his manners can (occasionally) be terrible, but he can be polite when he wants to. He only swears when he forgets his place.
With his shouting and tendency to make a lot of noise, some people don't see the other side of him. When he's with someone he cares deeply for, he becomes a complete softy who can't say no. He will become more subdued and silent, more outwardly thoughtful, and even pensive. He will go out of his way to care for those close to him (and those in his gang). Inwardly, he's a thoughtful guy. Really, he is. His compliments always are meant, and he never does something half-way, finishing something before moving onto the next thing. He's hard-working and dedicated, and will work himself to the bone so he doesn't overburden those under him. When he's seen relaxing (generally under a shady spot, with his fedora over his eyes) he's always done with his work and thinking about his next move.
As far as manners go, he's seen as a little bi-polar. He can be the perfect gentleman one moment, and then turn into some crazy young man the next. He usually just shrugs when asked about it, and mentions something about his age, but it's mostly a bunch of lies. He's part of the Keys because he loves classical, but that doesn't mean he's the perfect polite person. Stella has taught him about manners, though, and he does pretty well when he has to. When alone, or when he doesn't care about what others think, he's whatever he wants to be.
"Don't pretend you know me, when you really don't."
Background: Michael was born into a five-children family, with him being the third oldest (there were two older children, him, and two younger children). He never had much attention and grew up by his sibling's help, which was pretty much him getting tossed around like a sack until he figured out how to stand on his own. Considering his parents were never around, and that he wasn't in any gang, you could say it's a miracle he's still alive and in one piece. Generally. He doesn't like talking about his past, but if you know what you're looking for you can see the signs of when he was beaten, and one time when he was branded with a hot poker, right where a tramp-stamp would usually go. That was when he killed his first person, fear and pain driving him into a frenzy, grabbing the poker and stabbing the man through. He was eight years old, and when his siblings learned what happened they panicked. There was one (unofficial) rule in the Williams house, and that was no killing anyone. Terrified that they would all be killed, Michael was kicked onto the streets officially.
He wandered for a long time, hardly able to take care of himself, and often getting attacked (and a few times people tried to do even worse, but he never has said if they managed to or not). He found a rusty dagger, one day, and was walking around, looking for scraps, when Stella found him. He was twelve years old, but skinny as a twig (and still lacks the ability to put on solid muscle). She took pity on him, took him in, and taught him pretty much everything he knows now. He owes his life to her, and they both know it, and he does his best to keep her out of harm's way because of that. Stella was already with the Keys and convinced the current leader to let Michael in. Michael was scared, at first, that this was some kind of cruel trick and they'd end up killing him in the end. But they never did, and he quickly learned that they were what a family was supposed to be, with Stella being the older sister Michael never had.
Michael quickly rose up the ranks, somewhat desperate to never be on the bottom again, and always genuinely having the gang's welfare in mind. He was popular, somewhat, since he was honest with his opinions and a strong fighter. He was also seen as handsome (in a rugged, tough way), which was different among a gang of somewhat elite people. Michael became the leader at eighteen, after Stella became the second. It's debatable whether it was all planned, but he denies any plotting and scheming on his behalf.
"Don't ask, don't tell; isn't that what they used to say?"
Weapons: Besides the fact that he knows how to use guns, his favorite (and personal) sword is this, strapped to his waist with a black belt. When he isn't using it, he keeps it in a black box with black velvet, made especially to carry his sword. The box has golden clasps, and a rose on it. He always carries around this dagger, whether it's on his belt or hidden on his person.
"I'm a heavily armed guy, what can I say?"
Playlist:
Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve
Beetoven 5th Symphony
Für Elise by Beetoven
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His favorite kind of food is Italian, and within that it's pasta. Generally any kind of pasta, though he likes the creamy ones the most. He's younger then his second-in-command, but he doesn't get (much) grief about it. He's bisexual, leaning towards gay. Red is 'his' color, though he really just shows this by wearing a lot of red. His tattoo is completely red and is on his right shoulder blade.