Name: Michael Arbiter
Appearance: Michael has short, somewhat dark blond hair that falls to about halfway between his eyebrows and the top of his forehead. His face is clean-shaven, and his eyes are a very soft shade of a dark, forest green. His nose has a rather small crick in it, where it was broken when he was about eight, after tripping over an untied shoelace and smacking his face on the ground. He has a very amiable facial structure overall. His build is rather lean, built for speed (though he relies heavily on an altercation not coming to physical blows), and he stands at about the average of 5’9”. He wears semi-nice clothing; button-up, short-sleeved overshirts over dark, or faded, blue jeans. Usually, under the shirts, are plain, sleeveless t-shirts, and the overshirts are left unbuttoned. Finally, he wears black hiking-style shoes with white strings and a black leather eyepatch that straps around his head and rests over his left eye. He used to be rather self-conscious about it, but eventually learned to embrace the fact that he was different, and even likes the way it makes him distinct... makes him who he is.
BRIEF, description of personality, history, and bio: Michael has always been the type to like a consistent environment, though he also enjoys his fair share of small changes and new things. Regardless, he has a very analytical mind and he loves to debate, often playing “Devil’s Advocate,” and point/counter-point to put a fresh spin on something. His outlook on life is somewhat positive, preferring to, at the very least, try to find the silver lining in life. He’s known as something of a mediator, within his family and school; being the youngest in his family, it was something he needed. He grew up in Southern America, in a small town of Southern Arizona, in a neighbourhood just outside of Phoenix. He had two sisters, both of which moved out before him, as he’s the youngest, and a single dad. When he was about two, though he can't remember it, Michael and his father were hit by a drunk driver in a truck. Thankfully, they were both okay... Sadly, however, Michael was left without his left eye, and they couldn't afford to get him a false one to put in, with three kids and a single parent, they were basically living paycheck-to-paycheck.
Talent/Artistry: Spoken Word/Speech
Parental Relationship: Michael was always very close with his father, who was Chief of Police for the Phoenix area. He always figured it was because he was the only boy, and the youngest of three children, as well as the last before they lost their mother due to what he was always told were "birth complications" with him. He didn't have some sob-story about losing his mom or his father becoming a drunkard and blaming him for it. He was grateful to live life as a run-of-the-mill sort of kid, and his father was always having open discussions and debates and talks, keeping Michael's mind moving and open. But his father never took him shooting, saying something along the lines of not needing it, or the skill being something that wasn't necessary. Regardless, Michael and his father were very close, but he never knew his mother.