⌈Name⌋
Otlied Michael Haez
⌈Nickname⌋
None. He will kill you if you give him a nickname.
⌈Age⌋
1000+ || Looks 24
⌈Gender⌋
Male
⌈Race⌋
Demon
⌈Romantic Interest⌋
Ayame Sunohara
⌈Face Claim⌋
Kyoya Ootori || OHSHC
⌈Physical Description⌋
Michael is a boy with a good figure and a well-toned body. His skin is white. Not pale. But naturally white that gives him a god-like aura. He is slim, his fingers slender and elegant, his touch soft yet forceful when the time demands it. Michael's beauty lies in his face though. He has a very handsome face, enough so that every girl (Or guy) that takes a look at him all have to take another look. He has high cheek bone, his lips always curl into a sly yet charming smile and his eyes are a beautiful gray eyes hidden behind the frames of his glasses. His eyes are always cold and calculating, looking deep into a person's soul, wanting to know everything about them to use it in his own advantage.
Michael always wear a thin shirt with normal pants that show every curve, every muscle on his body. He isn't overly muscular but he is very lean, the shirt does nothing to hide the well-toned abs. He is strong but he doesn't use his strength very often. He used to practice martial art when he was younger though and thus, he has some tricks up his sleeves. His clothes are almost always a white color, giving off an innocent and harmless look. But if anyone is unfortunate enough to touch him, he will show them exactly why he has such an influence on high ranked people. Well... If you are lucky enough to survive the beating of course.
⌈Personality⌋
As cold as the ice in December, Michael is one of the coldest and bluntest person you could ever meet. He never show a single care for anyone, treating those that has no use for him like dirt and throws away the useless ones just as fast. He loves being called a villain, more than once proclaiming that he is the evilest of man. He laughed at the childish cat and mouse game of the Hiatus and Core, standing the middle of it, never actually had a side nor a goal. He just wanted to have fun. What makes things more interesting is that... He knows exactly how influenced he can be. How much he can change the game with just a simple push here and there. And that is exactly why he never pushes anything, preferring to stay in the background, being just a simple member of a small gang that is weak in strength and only has brain power. He has a blunt mouth but it is not because he cannot keep his mouth shut that he is blunt. It is merely because he wants to hurt other people with his words that he is blunt. He states the truths in a twisted sense. Yes, the full truths. But he will twist them until you can't help but believe what he wants you to. Or maybe he is lying. It's hard to tell with a perfect poker face like that. Michael is also a very physical man. He indulges his body's needs without holding back, especially his sexual desires as he has had sex with multiple people before, from both genders. He has never once developed feelings for any of them and bluntly kicks them out of the house once he has had his fuck without even a hint of remorse. He is a manipulative bastard though he has never shown his cunning nature, hiding everything behind a cold but charming personality. He is a great flirt, hitting on almost anything with legs. Most of his preys fall for his clever, cold but charming personality and more than a dozen of people have slept with him overnight. Of course, they all met with the same fate, a shockingly rude 'Get out' the next morning. Michael has always felt a bit of a guilty pleasure at seeing their faces when they realize they have just been kicked out. It's their faults for falling for his charm though~ They should be more careful the next time around~
⌈History⌋
Michael doesn't have a Father and a Mother. Well... At least he didn't remember. His first few pitiful memories of his childhood had always been about staying in a big house full of other children, waiting for someone who would pick him up and bring him home. Picked him and his sister up. Yeah, Michael had another sister. He didn't know how he knew she was his sister. He just did. And Lily was his sister. So she would be protected. The truth was, at some point in life, Michael and Lily had loving parents. Michael was born in the middle of warm summer, a bright boy with a smile of sunshine and love. His parents were just normal people, not poor nor rich. They loved him and provided him his protection, shelter, food and money. Disaster didn't truly strike until he was two years old. It was still a warm summer morning, so contradicting to what was going to happen. His father guided the carriage to take his mother to the hospital with him bouncing by their side, excited for his little sister. His mother couldn't hold it back anymore and the baby was born right in the carriage, with a wide-eyed Michael and a happy father. And they were happier than ever. Then that damn tree fell onto the carriage, killing everyone in it. This began his life as a demon.