Post by Note::. on Jul 8, 2008 23:31:34 GMT -5
Name; Mitsuru
Nickname; “Mitsu”, “Ruru” (But glares down anyone who calls him by them; they’re more for teasing purposes—if anyone has the guts to tease him, that is. XD; )
Gender; Male
Height; 4’10
Age; His age for an angel is uncertain, but is thought to be very old in Angel years, even though he only looks around the young human age of 14 years old.
Species; Elemental Angel of Ice
Appearance;
( Yes, what you see on his lip is indeed a lip peircing. It's not a freckle, mole, or anything of that sort. And yes, Mistu does have one just like it. What can I say? I gives the dull kd some character. XD; )
Mitsuru has white, spiked hair that’s longer in the front, with choppy bangs shadowing slightly over his eyes. Longer, layered strands frame the sides of his face, and then the rest of his hair is a bit shorter; choppy layers, slightly spiked in the back. His skin is a fair, and he has piercing cold, solid black eyes. Mitsuru was fortunate along the lines of natural good looks. Women of any race usually giggle when he passes, thinking of how handsome the beautiful boy will be when he is older. Though, the boy ignores this, finding their antics annoying.
Rather young by Angel standards to claim the title of an experienced angel, it makes the other angels somewhat cautious, respecting the boy greatly. His large wings are white, with a light blue gleam. This is because of his special control under the element, ice. His wings are composed of tiny ice particles, detailing every feather perfectly. They flow along as if real feathers, but become solid ice in other circumstances. When not needed, Mitsuru’s wings disappear, with small, shimmering ice particles floating away into the air. If weakened in battle, his wings slowly turn into a solid ice state. During this state he is still able to fly, but if damaged to the point of death, the ice crumbles to the ground, with only leaving the base of the wings connected. If escaped, the base of the broken wings can disappear like normal to release stress off the boy when he is healing. His wings can also regenerate themselves anytime, anywhere. This ice, and any ice he creates, can never melt unless under his power.
His usual attire consists of a white with loose, quarter length sleeves. He wears a tight black vest over the robe when in battle, protecting himself from his only weakness of death. Mitsuru wears a black hakama as bottoms (ya’know, the long, wide pants that look like a skirt? XD) He wears plain sandals, with his whole attire symbolizing his ancestry. He sees Angels that flaunt their wings off in public as arrogant. He takes a dislike to humans and any other creatures inhabiting the ground, thinking that they’re fairly uneducated and useless.
Personality; Mitsuru is blunt—very blunt. Even though by the looks of his young age, Misturu is already very mature and knows a great deal of his surroundings. He comes off to mostly everyone as a mature prodigy, who isn’t afraid to speak his mind when he wants to. Actually, he isn’t open-minded to other’s opinions at all. He finds their suggestions as a waste of time. He thinks that they can be dealt with later along the line when the time comes for it.
He gets irritated very easily, which others might find this amusing to annoy him with. Misturu doesn’t like to be annoyed by mortals that look his age, and even despises the fact of their evident normal immaturity and intelligence. He hates being called a child, or being pointed out from other’s by his small size or presumed age. The boy has a foul mouth as well, usually surprising adults with his strong language. From his unusual source of intelligence, Mitsuru thinks he should be seen as an adult, rather than an adolescent. Angels know very well that he has to be respected on all accounts, at all times. If a stranger is unknowing and takes him for a normal child, Mitsuru doesn’t lose his temper. He keeps it in, only sending a glare to the accusing, and giving them a rude response, or simply ignoring them all together. His temper only may slip when he is being looked down upon by one of his race.
He doesn’t like to come into other’s affairs unless he gets dragged in, or if he already knows how to deal with it. He likes to observe things and say little about it, never going into much detail. Like pointed out previously, the boy is very blunt at times, mostly when he dislikes the person that he’s speaking to, or if he’s already annoyed. He’s usually seen as being calm and collected when not bothered, but instantly clouds over when spoken to. Mitsuru doesn’t like to get close, or even get to know anyone. He finds that company of another is far too annoying, and too much of a hassle to deal with.
History; Raised to become one of God’s loyal servants at such a young age because of his unusual high amount of spiritual power, Mitsuru was looked down upon by the other trainees, not seeing a kid fit to be respected at such a high level. Though, their grudge is kept quiet, only noticeable by rare scowls behind his back. The boy does realize the other’s dislike and fear for him, which makes the boy want to be left unbothered even more. He visits the ground rather fluently, finding it more peaceful and relaxing, getting away the irritating Heavens. Down on the soil, the boy usually stays around cooled climates, disliking hot weather.
Weapons; Mitsuru’s power lets him create any form of ice in any area, at any time. This ice never melts unless under his doing. If even daydreaming for a few moments, the boy has a continuing habit of freezing things with a light dust of ice, such as a chair, or any surface, with the slight stroke of his fingertips. His usual main weapon is a sleek sword (katana) and when used, a thick grave of ice surrounds the opponent when stabbed or sliced, or anything it comes in contact with. He can create anything with ice his heart desires, and it cannot break unless Mitsuru is weakened before hand, or injured during battle.
Family; None.
Class; Erm… Noble, I guess?
Other; None.
Nickname; “Mitsu”, “Ruru” (But glares down anyone who calls him by them; they’re more for teasing purposes—if anyone has the guts to tease him, that is. XD; )
Gender; Male
Height; 4’10
Age; His age for an angel is uncertain, but is thought to be very old in Angel years, even though he only looks around the young human age of 14 years old.
Species; Elemental Angel of Ice
Appearance;
( Yes, what you see on his lip is indeed a lip peircing. It's not a freckle, mole, or anything of that sort. And yes, Mistu does have one just like it. What can I say? I gives the dull kd some character. XD; )
Mitsuru has white, spiked hair that’s longer in the front, with choppy bangs shadowing slightly over his eyes. Longer, layered strands frame the sides of his face, and then the rest of his hair is a bit shorter; choppy layers, slightly spiked in the back. His skin is a fair, and he has piercing cold, solid black eyes. Mitsuru was fortunate along the lines of natural good looks. Women of any race usually giggle when he passes, thinking of how handsome the beautiful boy will be when he is older. Though, the boy ignores this, finding their antics annoying.
Rather young by Angel standards to claim the title of an experienced angel, it makes the other angels somewhat cautious, respecting the boy greatly. His large wings are white, with a light blue gleam. This is because of his special control under the element, ice. His wings are composed of tiny ice particles, detailing every feather perfectly. They flow along as if real feathers, but become solid ice in other circumstances. When not needed, Mitsuru’s wings disappear, with small, shimmering ice particles floating away into the air. If weakened in battle, his wings slowly turn into a solid ice state. During this state he is still able to fly, but if damaged to the point of death, the ice crumbles to the ground, with only leaving the base of the wings connected. If escaped, the base of the broken wings can disappear like normal to release stress off the boy when he is healing. His wings can also regenerate themselves anytime, anywhere. This ice, and any ice he creates, can never melt unless under his power.
His usual attire consists of a white with loose, quarter length sleeves. He wears a tight black vest over the robe when in battle, protecting himself from his only weakness of death. Mitsuru wears a black hakama as bottoms (ya’know, the long, wide pants that look like a skirt? XD) He wears plain sandals, with his whole attire symbolizing his ancestry. He sees Angels that flaunt their wings off in public as arrogant. He takes a dislike to humans and any other creatures inhabiting the ground, thinking that they’re fairly uneducated and useless.
Personality; Mitsuru is blunt—very blunt. Even though by the looks of his young age, Misturu is already very mature and knows a great deal of his surroundings. He comes off to mostly everyone as a mature prodigy, who isn’t afraid to speak his mind when he wants to. Actually, he isn’t open-minded to other’s opinions at all. He finds their suggestions as a waste of time. He thinks that they can be dealt with later along the line when the time comes for it.
He gets irritated very easily, which others might find this amusing to annoy him with. Misturu doesn’t like to be annoyed by mortals that look his age, and even despises the fact of their evident normal immaturity and intelligence. He hates being called a child, or being pointed out from other’s by his small size or presumed age. The boy has a foul mouth as well, usually surprising adults with his strong language. From his unusual source of intelligence, Mitsuru thinks he should be seen as an adult, rather than an adolescent. Angels know very well that he has to be respected on all accounts, at all times. If a stranger is unknowing and takes him for a normal child, Mitsuru doesn’t lose his temper. He keeps it in, only sending a glare to the accusing, and giving them a rude response, or simply ignoring them all together. His temper only may slip when he is being looked down upon by one of his race.
He doesn’t like to come into other’s affairs unless he gets dragged in, or if he already knows how to deal with it. He likes to observe things and say little about it, never going into much detail. Like pointed out previously, the boy is very blunt at times, mostly when he dislikes the person that he’s speaking to, or if he’s already annoyed. He’s usually seen as being calm and collected when not bothered, but instantly clouds over when spoken to. Mitsuru doesn’t like to get close, or even get to know anyone. He finds that company of another is far too annoying, and too much of a hassle to deal with.
History; Raised to become one of God’s loyal servants at such a young age because of his unusual high amount of spiritual power, Mitsuru was looked down upon by the other trainees, not seeing a kid fit to be respected at such a high level. Though, their grudge is kept quiet, only noticeable by rare scowls behind his back. The boy does realize the other’s dislike and fear for him, which makes the boy want to be left unbothered even more. He visits the ground rather fluently, finding it more peaceful and relaxing, getting away the irritating Heavens. Down on the soil, the boy usually stays around cooled climates, disliking hot weather.
Weapons; Mitsuru’s power lets him create any form of ice in any area, at any time. This ice never melts unless under his doing. If even daydreaming for a few moments, the boy has a continuing habit of freezing things with a light dust of ice, such as a chair, or any surface, with the slight stroke of his fingertips. His usual main weapon is a sleek sword (katana) and when used, a thick grave of ice surrounds the opponent when stabbed or sliced, or anything it comes in contact with. He can create anything with ice his heart desires, and it cannot break unless Mitsuru is weakened before hand, or injured during battle.
Family; None.
Class; Erm… Noble, I guess?
Other; None.
