User Name: Yarol2075
Email Address: strscrm2075@aol.com
IM: strscrm2075 (AIM) yarol2075 (YIM)
Player's Age: 29
Character Information
Name: Mycroft Mike Darkholme, (born Jorge Guzman)
Code Name: Raven
Gender: Born male, considering his powers hes possibly androgynous his personality is definately male however.
Age: 37
Race/Ethnicity: Mexican/Latino
General Appearance: In his natural form Mike is six feet tall, and covered with tiny feathery iridescent black scales. He has a lithe and muscular build. His eyes are a complete and liquid black. Its hard to see his facial features in this form; they almost seem to keep shifting with the light.
The normal human form he usually stays in when hes not impersonating someone is five feet five inches tall, sturdily and stockily built. Mike has large soft brown eyes, that seem perpetually sleepy and content, in what at first glance seems an unremarkable face, but a second look reveals a gently handsome face with a perpetual five oclock shadow. He has a dusky complexion, and a mop of black curls that reach his jaw line. He tends to wear comfortable clothing.
The curly hair is the only thing that both forms share.
Distinguishing Characteristics: In his normal appearance, Mike weighs considerable more that that appearance should, since hes compressing his mass into a smaller form. Aside from his natural appearance, Mike really has no distinguishing characteristics unless they belong to someone hes impersonating.
Uniformed Appearance: Mike, when he wears an actual uniform, wears a utilitarian black t-shirt under a black Kevlar-lined jacket, black combat pants, and combat boots. In general he creates his uniform, and indeed most of his clothing, from his own flesh. He does not, as a rule, run around naked unless the situation is such that it would be to his advantage; hell usually wear sweat-pants, or something similar.
Affiliation: Brotherhood
Desired Hellfire Club status: Non-member however he has impersonated members in the past and visited the club.
Family: Father, Mother, several siblings, probably quite a few nieces and nephews by now, aunts, uncles, cousins and other assorted extended family members; he hasnt had contact with them since he was sixteen
Personality: Mike has a laidback, almost sweet personality, which makes people underestimate the sharp, endlessly curious, and mischievous mind behind that gentleness. To that end it takes a lot to get him angry or nervous, which can be frustrating to anyone around him that is more easily excitable. People also tend to think they can get away with murder around Mike, since he does have a very long and patient temper. Once he reaches his breaking point, they find out what a massive mistake theyve made. Mike can be very imaginative and very cruel when hes angry.
When Mike spends a great deal of time in someone elses identity, he can get attached to the people that identity works/lives/plays with, often to the point that if hes found someone he genuinely likes he has a hard time letting go. In a few special cases, Mike has done his best to keep an eye on them.
While Mikes natural appearance can be startling, and has had an unfortunate effect on some people, Mike is quite comfortable in his own skin. As such hes very tolerant of people as he knows quite literately what is to walk in someone elses shoes, however Mike is no fool; he realizes that anti-mutant bigots would sooner see him dead before they even attempted to see anything from his point of view. And dying because of someone elses irrational hatred just is not on Mikes agenda.
Powers: Mike is a metamorph, he can morph into the likeness of any living animal, within reasonable boundaries. It is, however, much easier for him to impersonate human beings, than animals. When he morphs he unconsciously takes on all of that persons physical characteristics; hes a biometric security systems creators nightmare. There are limitations as always. He can morph down into a shape as small as a rat, but the compression of his weight makes it difficult to move, and he could never morph into an elephant, the stress of maintaining such a larger form with limited matter would be too great.
A side benefit of this power is that Mike can effectively freeze the aging process. It also makes him remarkably resilient to physical damage, but gunshot wound to the head would still be a gunshot wound to the head if he doesnt see it coming first. Hes one of the few men who can honestly sympathize with women on monthly problems; having maintained a female form for a few months he knows what theyre going through.
Mike also has the uncanny ability to pick up languages after listening to it being spoken for a few minutes, and the longer he listens to it and speaks it, the better he gets until hes undistinguishable from a native speaker from whatever region the dialect is from. To that end if he knows hes going to be impersonating a person from Boston hell find sound samples of native speakers and research colloquialisms; hes well aware languages vary from region to region, city to city. When hes not imitating anyone, Mike speaks with a faint, but still discernable Mexican accent.
A related ability is that he can take up more of the skills of the person hes imitating the longer he continues to imitate that person. If he knows what skills the person has before hand he will practice until he can simply displace he person with little to no notice to most people.
Weaknesses: While it takes a remarkably long time to get his temper up, Mike can go into an obsessive rage and finds it difficult to calm down again until hes broken something, or someone not necessarily physically. Although hell never admit it, Mike has a deep-seated fear that anyone who finds him attractive only does so because he can appear to be anyone that person wants him to be. Mike does have surprising difficulty with Spanish; that is his Spanish, unless hes concentrating, almost always slips into Mexican Spanish which is a major mistake if hes suppose to be someone from Castile. Something Mike has never told anyone is that he just doesnt remember what he originally looked like before his powers kicked in his normal human appearance is pieced together from features he liked on other people. Mike does have to know about things like hidden tattoos and scars in order to imitate them.
Other Abilities: Mike is a skilled forger, with a decent knowledge of computer systems and how to hack into them. Mike is very good pickpocket. More a learned talent than a skill, Mike has a 82% success rate when guessing P.I.N.s and passwords on the first try, and almost always gets them by a third try. Given the nature of his mutation, Mike is an excellent actor.
Detailed History: (warning, this bio contains an offensive racial term)
So you want to know where I come from? You dont mind some clichés, Ill tell you.
I was born in a, well, medium sized town in Mexico. Heh, no, Im not saying where exactly, it aint none of your business anyway. But I come from very large family, not too poor, but we certainly never had enough money. Easy to get lost in my family, everyone was in everyone elses houses, as long as the collective head count at night came out right, Mama y mis tías never really cared if the children sleeping under their roofs were their own.
I was raised to be a proper Catholic. Had a good sense of Catholic guilt for a long time, shed that about ten years back, when I got revenge for Irene.
Ah yes, Irene. Irene was most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Blind as a bat, and sharper than a tack was Irene. She was a good con artist though, about twenty, twenty-five, years older than me. We quite literally bumped into each other when I was about twenty-one. Didnt take either of us long to realize what the other was up to. Irene took me under her wing, and into her bed. Taught me a lot of skills.
My first really big risk was with her. I told her what I was, let her feel what I really look like. She said I felt like I was covered with feathers, really tiny feathers. Didnt freak out, didnt even blink. Called me her Raven. She gave me my name too. Mycroft Darkholme. Irenes idea. Her name was Irene Adler. And since I used observation of people for less than legal uses, I was a dark version of Sherlock Holmes. Well, I was damned if I was going to answer to Sherlock, but Mycroft? I liked it.
In Chicago.
How did I get to Chicago? On a plane.
Oh.
Sorry.
Well, childhood was okay, always had someone to play with, get in trouble with, do chores with, try and make a few pesos with. Teenage years, not so good.
Well, they were okay, but you know, wanted to be someone else.
Dont know how I managed to be alone, but I was. I was in front of a mirror. Daydreaming. Un hombre magnífico y rico. Or, hell, I really just wanted a mustache like my cousin Luis. Next thing I knew I looked exactly like Luis. What can I say?
I went bug-shit.
Closed my eyes and prayed that I would go back to being just me, and I felt. Eh, something, like millions of little tiles flipping over my skin. I open my eyes, and
I went REALLY bug-shit.
I dont know how I got out of the house, but I was on the streets and running to the church. That didnt help one fucking bit of course.
Just turned fifteen. Actually should have known something was up, I always had a knack for languages.
I survived. I learned I could imitate tourists, steal their wallets, use their credit cards. Wasnt all that bad an existence, really. Was sixteen when I finally got the bright idea to steal the identity of one of the tourists and hie myself across the border before the poor bastard realized what happened.
There was a lot I had to learn if I really wanted to fit in.
But learn I did. I got into libraries, stayed after hours, learned how to avoid alarm systems. Learned how easy it was to gather information on someone.
Money to live on? Easy, I picked pockets. How is someone going to argue charges to a credit card, and withdrawals from a bank when all the security cameras insist that that person did it themselves. Hard to convince the authorities that signature is a forgery when a clerk swears up and down they saw the person write it themselves.
I use to sneak into big lecture halls in universities still do actually. Amazing what these spoiled brats just blow off.
Anyway, five years I crisscrossed the U.S., then Canada and back. Fun life, learned a lot. Always felt a little guilty about it, but hey, you know, you have to do what you have to do.
I lived in all sorts of neighborhoods, from Chinatown, to Little Italy, to Little Saigon. It was fun just to learn people were people no matter what the culture.
Then I bumped into Irene.
Irene was British. She was beautiful. And she was blind. Wasnt born blind. That happened in an accident when she was about eighteen. She was a piece of work. Older than me, I think Ive told you before.
Sorry, sorry, I still miss her more than I even want to think.
We were a good team. Six years. Seven years. Not nearly long enough.
She was hit by a drunk driver running a red light. I could have dealt with that. Could have dealt with the fact that the pendejo had connections with a state senator and had that creep pull strings so he just got a five year suspended sentence. I could have dealt with that and gone on. It would have hurt like hell, I could have dealed. Except I heard that fucking family-values spouting hijo de puta senator call my Irene a a dios, it still fucking hurts.
He called my beautiful Irene a blind nigger whore.
Crash
Sorry about that, hope it wasnt an antique. Well, I wasnt going to stand still while Senator Kilgore got away with that, you know?
Ah, so you have heard of him? Heh, yeah, that scandal. Man was completely innocent of everything, but those were really damning photos and eyewitness testimony. I felt no guilt at all when I heard he shot himself.
Been just going on since then. Living. Having some fun.
Say, how did you know I wasnt ?
Oh Madre de Dios, that was a beginners mistake! Im never going to live that down.
Anyway, Mr. Magnus, what about this job youre offering?
Extraneous Information:
Writing Sample: Can the Bio itself count?
Email Address: strscrm2075@aol.com
IM: strscrm2075 (AIM) yarol2075 (YIM)
Player's Age: 29
Character Information
Name: Mycroft Mike Darkholme, (born Jorge Guzman)
Code Name: Raven
Gender: Born male, considering his powers hes possibly androgynous his personality is definately male however.
Age: 37
Race/Ethnicity: Mexican/Latino
General Appearance: In his natural form Mike is six feet tall, and covered with tiny feathery iridescent black scales. He has a lithe and muscular build. His eyes are a complete and liquid black. Its hard to see his facial features in this form; they almost seem to keep shifting with the light.
The normal human form he usually stays in when hes not impersonating someone is five feet five inches tall, sturdily and stockily built. Mike has large soft brown eyes, that seem perpetually sleepy and content, in what at first glance seems an unremarkable face, but a second look reveals a gently handsome face with a perpetual five oclock shadow. He has a dusky complexion, and a mop of black curls that reach his jaw line. He tends to wear comfortable clothing.
The curly hair is the only thing that both forms share.
Distinguishing Characteristics: In his normal appearance, Mike weighs considerable more that that appearance should, since hes compressing his mass into a smaller form. Aside from his natural appearance, Mike really has no distinguishing characteristics unless they belong to someone hes impersonating.
Uniformed Appearance: Mike, when he wears an actual uniform, wears a utilitarian black t-shirt under a black Kevlar-lined jacket, black combat pants, and combat boots. In general he creates his uniform, and indeed most of his clothing, from his own flesh. He does not, as a rule, run around naked unless the situation is such that it would be to his advantage; hell usually wear sweat-pants, or something similar.
Affiliation: Brotherhood
Desired Hellfire Club status: Non-member however he has impersonated members in the past and visited the club.
Family: Father, Mother, several siblings, probably quite a few nieces and nephews by now, aunts, uncles, cousins and other assorted extended family members; he hasnt had contact with them since he was sixteen
Personality: Mike has a laidback, almost sweet personality, which makes people underestimate the sharp, endlessly curious, and mischievous mind behind that gentleness. To that end it takes a lot to get him angry or nervous, which can be frustrating to anyone around him that is more easily excitable. People also tend to think they can get away with murder around Mike, since he does have a very long and patient temper. Once he reaches his breaking point, they find out what a massive mistake theyve made. Mike can be very imaginative and very cruel when hes angry.
When Mike spends a great deal of time in someone elses identity, he can get attached to the people that identity works/lives/plays with, often to the point that if hes found someone he genuinely likes he has a hard time letting go. In a few special cases, Mike has done his best to keep an eye on them.
While Mikes natural appearance can be startling, and has had an unfortunate effect on some people, Mike is quite comfortable in his own skin. As such hes very tolerant of people as he knows quite literately what is to walk in someone elses shoes, however Mike is no fool; he realizes that anti-mutant bigots would sooner see him dead before they even attempted to see anything from his point of view. And dying because of someone elses irrational hatred just is not on Mikes agenda.
Powers: Mike is a metamorph, he can morph into the likeness of any living animal, within reasonable boundaries. It is, however, much easier for him to impersonate human beings, than animals. When he morphs he unconsciously takes on all of that persons physical characteristics; hes a biometric security systems creators nightmare. There are limitations as always. He can morph down into a shape as small as a rat, but the compression of his weight makes it difficult to move, and he could never morph into an elephant, the stress of maintaining such a larger form with limited matter would be too great.
A side benefit of this power is that Mike can effectively freeze the aging process. It also makes him remarkably resilient to physical damage, but gunshot wound to the head would still be a gunshot wound to the head if he doesnt see it coming first. Hes one of the few men who can honestly sympathize with women on monthly problems; having maintained a female form for a few months he knows what theyre going through.
Mike also has the uncanny ability to pick up languages after listening to it being spoken for a few minutes, and the longer he listens to it and speaks it, the better he gets until hes undistinguishable from a native speaker from whatever region the dialect is from. To that end if he knows hes going to be impersonating a person from Boston hell find sound samples of native speakers and research colloquialisms; hes well aware languages vary from region to region, city to city. When hes not imitating anyone, Mike speaks with a faint, but still discernable Mexican accent.
A related ability is that he can take up more of the skills of the person hes imitating the longer he continues to imitate that person. If he knows what skills the person has before hand he will practice until he can simply displace he person with little to no notice to most people.
Weaknesses: While it takes a remarkably long time to get his temper up, Mike can go into an obsessive rage and finds it difficult to calm down again until hes broken something, or someone not necessarily physically. Although hell never admit it, Mike has a deep-seated fear that anyone who finds him attractive only does so because he can appear to be anyone that person wants him to be. Mike does have surprising difficulty with Spanish; that is his Spanish, unless hes concentrating, almost always slips into Mexican Spanish which is a major mistake if hes suppose to be someone from Castile. Something Mike has never told anyone is that he just doesnt remember what he originally looked like before his powers kicked in his normal human appearance is pieced together from features he liked on other people. Mike does have to know about things like hidden tattoos and scars in order to imitate them.
Other Abilities: Mike is a skilled forger, with a decent knowledge of computer systems and how to hack into them. Mike is very good pickpocket. More a learned talent than a skill, Mike has a 82% success rate when guessing P.I.N.s and passwords on the first try, and almost always gets them by a third try. Given the nature of his mutation, Mike is an excellent actor.
Detailed History: (warning, this bio contains an offensive racial term)
So you want to know where I come from? You dont mind some clichés, Ill tell you.
I was born in a, well, medium sized town in Mexico. Heh, no, Im not saying where exactly, it aint none of your business anyway. But I come from very large family, not too poor, but we certainly never had enough money. Easy to get lost in my family, everyone was in everyone elses houses, as long as the collective head count at night came out right, Mama y mis tías never really cared if the children sleeping under their roofs were their own.
I was raised to be a proper Catholic. Had a good sense of Catholic guilt for a long time, shed that about ten years back, when I got revenge for Irene.
Ah yes, Irene. Irene was most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Blind as a bat, and sharper than a tack was Irene. She was a good con artist though, about twenty, twenty-five, years older than me. We quite literally bumped into each other when I was about twenty-one. Didnt take either of us long to realize what the other was up to. Irene took me under her wing, and into her bed. Taught me a lot of skills.
My first really big risk was with her. I told her what I was, let her feel what I really look like. She said I felt like I was covered with feathers, really tiny feathers. Didnt freak out, didnt even blink. Called me her Raven. She gave me my name too. Mycroft Darkholme. Irenes idea. Her name was Irene Adler. And since I used observation of people for less than legal uses, I was a dark version of Sherlock Holmes. Well, I was damned if I was going to answer to Sherlock, but Mycroft? I liked it.
In Chicago.
How did I get to Chicago? On a plane.
Oh.
Sorry.
Well, childhood was okay, always had someone to play with, get in trouble with, do chores with, try and make a few pesos with. Teenage years, not so good.
Well, they were okay, but you know, wanted to be someone else.
Dont know how I managed to be alone, but I was. I was in front of a mirror. Daydreaming. Un hombre magnífico y rico. Or, hell, I really just wanted a mustache like my cousin Luis. Next thing I knew I looked exactly like Luis. What can I say?
I went bug-shit.
Closed my eyes and prayed that I would go back to being just me, and I felt. Eh, something, like millions of little tiles flipping over my skin. I open my eyes, and
I went REALLY bug-shit.
I dont know how I got out of the house, but I was on the streets and running to the church. That didnt help one fucking bit of course.
Just turned fifteen. Actually should have known something was up, I always had a knack for languages.
I survived. I learned I could imitate tourists, steal their wallets, use their credit cards. Wasnt all that bad an existence, really. Was sixteen when I finally got the bright idea to steal the identity of one of the tourists and hie myself across the border before the poor bastard realized what happened.
There was a lot I had to learn if I really wanted to fit in.
But learn I did. I got into libraries, stayed after hours, learned how to avoid alarm systems. Learned how easy it was to gather information on someone.
Money to live on? Easy, I picked pockets. How is someone going to argue charges to a credit card, and withdrawals from a bank when all the security cameras insist that that person did it themselves. Hard to convince the authorities that signature is a forgery when a clerk swears up and down they saw the person write it themselves.
I use to sneak into big lecture halls in universities still do actually. Amazing what these spoiled brats just blow off.
Anyway, five years I crisscrossed the U.S., then Canada and back. Fun life, learned a lot. Always felt a little guilty about it, but hey, you know, you have to do what you have to do.
I lived in all sorts of neighborhoods, from Chinatown, to Little Italy, to Little Saigon. It was fun just to learn people were people no matter what the culture.
Then I bumped into Irene.
Irene was British. She was beautiful. And she was blind. Wasnt born blind. That happened in an accident when she was about eighteen. She was a piece of work. Older than me, I think Ive told you before.
Sorry, sorry, I still miss her more than I even want to think.
We were a good team. Six years. Seven years. Not nearly long enough.
She was hit by a drunk driver running a red light. I could have dealt with that. Could have dealt with the fact that the pendejo had connections with a state senator and had that creep pull strings so he just got a five year suspended sentence. I could have dealt with that and gone on. It would have hurt like hell, I could have dealed. Except I heard that fucking family-values spouting hijo de puta senator call my Irene a a dios, it still fucking hurts.
He called my beautiful Irene a blind nigger whore.
Crash
Sorry about that, hope it wasnt an antique. Well, I wasnt going to stand still while Senator Kilgore got away with that, you know?
Ah, so you have heard of him? Heh, yeah, that scandal. Man was completely innocent of everything, but those were really damning photos and eyewitness testimony. I felt no guilt at all when I heard he shot himself.
Been just going on since then. Living. Having some fun.
Say, how did you know I wasnt ?
Oh Madre de Dios, that was a beginners mistake! Im never going to live that down.
Anyway, Mr. Magnus, what about this job youre offering?
Extraneous Information:
Writing Sample: Can the Bio itself count?
