Emoteen

Rebuilding the world

Name:Micah Stubbe
Age: 19


Personality: A sarcastic, flirty guy. I'm rather witty and I can rarely be seen without a smirk on my face and a cigarette in my hand. I tend to be less serious than most, but not in a way that's annoying.

Bio: I don't really bring up my past, I grew up in a home without a dad, and a mom who was always working. I had to grow up too quickly to take care of my sister when I was seven, but I'm not one to complain. Up until doomsday my mom and sis were alive and everything went pretty well for the most part, but when the first wave of earthquakes hit they drove into a sink-hole while I was at my apartment with my girlfriend, who died from pneumonia two months after the world went to shit.

Weapons: I carry around a silver dagger, and a cross-bow.

Battle of the Academies (2)

Name: Micah Stubbe
Age: 17
Bio: I have a rather dark past that I don't share with people. The most people know about my history is from the thin white scars covering the upper-half of my body, from my hips to my neck, and on my hands. It's also common knowledge that if I have a family (which is debate on by a few) they don't visit me over breaks, and I stay at the school year-round.
Personality: I'm very devious and crafty. I am a natural-born rule-breaker, and very good at debating. I often find loopholes in school rules, resulting in most teacher's inability to punish me. I'm highly sarcastic, a bit witty,and rarely seen without a smirk on my face.
Looks: 
Family?: I have no known Family.
Power: I have intense telepathic abilities which exceed the "average." I'm able to put pictures or ideas in someone's head, on top of being able to communicate. I can make someone have a thought that sounds like their own, or cause intense hallucinations and strong emotions. Though, to alter someone's mind I must put myself in a comatose of sorts, my eyes will go change to a dark green when I'm entering another's mind. (Does not include reading thoughts or communicating telepathically)
School: AA
Room #: 208 (if that's cool)
Other: I am a gender fluid Panasexual, meaning I have absolutely no sexual preferences, and I don't identify to a certain gender.

The Power Of Creativity And Kick Ass Robes

Micah
I step suddenly from the shadows next to Roxas,
"A tricky little tyke, isn't she?"
I ask with a wide grin, my eyes lighting up playfully as I watch her.

The Power Of Creativity And Kick Ass Robes

Micah
I chuckle as he disappears and tuck the bottle into my coat pocket, finishing a glass and tossing it up in the air, and smiling as it explodes outwards, shards of glass embedding themselves into the eyes of everyone there.The room erupts in screams, people clawing at their bleeding eyes as I laugh hysterically. Blood pours freely and people begin to slip on it. Some of the glass shards had destroyed several bottles of alcohol. I flick my cigarette onto the liquor and watch it ignite violently, I watch, laughing hysterically as the fire spreads to the bodies of the newly blinded men and women. I observe them screaming and running and trying to put themselves out until the pain is too much and they collapse in a fiery bloody mess. I then snap my fingers and watch all the damage reverse itself.
This time, instead of throwing the glass, I set it upside down on the bar and drink directly from the bottle.
"It's amazing how one little thing can change the outcome of everything, isn't it Julio?"

The Power Of Creativity And Kick Ass Robes

Micah
I look into Jake's eyes and displace something that has never been seen before in my eyes, and is unlikely never to be seen again. Absolute and utter sadness. I lean in and whisper so quietly it's barely audible;
"I am unable to be removed from this existence, I've tried myself in every way imaginable. "
The look on my face remains for a moment longer before my smirk returns.
"To be completely honest, I'm surprised that I haven't seen you here sooner. I've been living in the area for about..."
I trail off, then shout to "Julio, about how long have I been coming here?"
"About six months." His deep voice booms from the backroom.
I point in the direction of his voice with a cigarette in hand.
"See? I've been here six months without incident."

The Power Of Creativity And Kick Ass Robes

Micah
I glance over with a wide smirk, then fake shock;
"Trouble? Me? I am truly offended."
I say chuckling before drinking another glass of Vodka and lighting another cigarette.
"And my boy, I'd put down the wine. You and I both know I'm a fan of Wine and Tequila, yet I'm drinking a Vodka. Do you actually think that I would put up with this vile liquid if it were not for the fact that every bottle of merlot is brimming with poison."

I twirl my fingers around the rim of the wine-glass and a smokey skull and crossbones appears above the dark liquid.
"Now, despite how much I wish you and others would visit me just because you enjoy my company, I know this is not the case. So, to be blunt, what do you want?"
I ask, dragging deeply from my cigarette and blowing it out my nose.

The Power Of Creativity And Kick Ass Robes

Micah
I step quietly into a small tavern, my boots thudding lightly on the floor as I walk. Several heads turn as I pass, to say the least I'm fairly infamous in the wizarding community. I'm known largely for my love of fucking with everyone nearby.
I approach the bar and take a seat, bringing a Marlboro red short to my mouth and lighting it with a snap of my fingers. Though illusions are my fortè, I happen to be fairly experienced in the arts of fire magics, though I rarely use them for more than lighting a cigarette.
The tender approaches me timidly, and speaks in a mouse-like tone, gesturing to a "No-smoking" sign.
"Y-Y-You c-can't smoke in h-h-here."

I glance up at him with a slight smirk, then lean in and whisper.
" Hypocrite "

Very suddenly he lets out a deranged cry as a smoke-stack protrudes from the center of his head, smoking like a chimney. He jumps about screaming, and I laugh aloud, putting out my cigarette as the stack sinks back into his head.
"Enough of the theatricals we both know your perfectly fine."
He feels around his head, checking to be sure the bulge has left before scurrying into the back room.
A large, muscular man, steps behind the bar and pours me a large glass of Vodka, on the rocks. He slides it towards me and I take it all down my throat in a fast swig.
"I'll take the bottle tonight Julio, and you might want to bust out two or three more. I want to forget that trick so it'll still be funny tomorrow."
The man, Julio, nods and walks into the backroom, soon returning with the other bottles. I begin to lay down two fresh fifty dollar bills, but am stopped short by Julio's grip.
"On the house." He grunts in his gravelly voice.
I wink and chuckle aloud
"It's a tip."

I light another cigarette and pour myself the second glass of many as Julio opens a window.

The Power Of Creativity And Kick Ass Robes

Name: Micah
Sex: male, but I have no problem being called she.
Race "Trickster" no one really knows what race we are, except ourselves of course.
Powers: Intense Illusions
Clothing: Take Loki's wardrobe, and make it Auburn instead of Green.
Appearance: 
Backstory: I don't remember anything about my childhood, or if I even had one, I've just always been, since the beginning. I've always been a prankster, outwitting people for the fun of it.
Age: 80 trillion, ish