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Mikhail Captain | Necromancer
From some dark, forgotten corner of Halla, a small group of magic wielders discovered a necromancer in their midst. Deciding that their lives were more important than his, they sold him off to the military. Recently turned 14, Mikhail Captain is one of the coldest soldiers this side of the war. He's been fighting for his life since the day he was born. He never remembered any parents, though he assumes he had some once. The people in his village abandoned and abused him before they discovered he could be useful. They did terrible things to him, and when Mikhail was accepted in the military, he gladly welcomed their ranks. Despite the hardship and brutality, he loves it. He feels like he finally belongs somewhere, and the rations and uniforms handed out are far greater than any rags and trash he scavenged on his own. Mikhail, being a necromancer, has incredible powers over darkness, the dead, and the undead. He also wields two swords made of unbreakable bone, shaped to resemble katana only they are needle thin like foils. He sports a black trench coat and bandages, since he's injured rather often in experiments and battles. He has midnight colored hair that's always falling over his face and a brilliant blue eye. The other eye he lost in the war and replaced it with one he made himself from darkness. It is pitch black and sees all things in the darkness. He keeps it covered with an eyepatch when he isn't using it. Though Mikhail is a rather tortured soul, he is surprisingly cheerful. He has a morbid sense of humor, yet still tries to find actual good in the everyday hell everyone's trapped in here on Earth.
From some dark, forgotten corner of Halla, a small group of magic wielders discovered a necromancer in their midst. Deciding that their lives were more important than his, they sold him off to the military. Recently turned 14, Mikhail Captain is one of the coldest soldiers this side of the war. He's been fighting for his life since the day he was born. He never remembered any parents, though he assumes he had some once. The people in his village abandoned and abused him before they discovered he could be useful. They did terrible things to him, and when Mikhail was accepted in the military, he gladly welcomed their ranks. Despite the hardship and brutality, he loves it. He feels like he finally belongs somewhere, and the rations and uniforms handed out are far greater than any rags and trash he scavenged on his own. Mikhail, being a necromancer, has incredible powers over darkness, the dead, and the undead. He also wields two swords made of unbreakable bone, shaped to resemble katana only they are needle thin like foils. He sports a black trench coat and bandages, since he's injured rather often in experiments and battles. He has midnight colored hair that's always falling over his face and a brilliant blue eye. The other eye he lost in the war and replaced it with one he made himself from darkness. It is pitch black and sees all things in the darkness. He keeps it covered with an eyepatch when he isn't using it. Though Mikhail is a rather tortured soul, he is surprisingly cheerful. He has a morbid sense of humor, yet still tries to find actual good in the everyday hell everyone's trapped in here on Earth.