Ok I guess I'll start this a little

[Worldie]

CLASSIFIED FILE 203XXX

MICHAEL

Name: Chimet, Mihai Andrei

Role: Forger

Age: 29

Ethnicity: Romania

Height: 174cm (5'8")

Weight: 62kg (137lbs)

Confidential

Personal

Your character's personality goes here. Pretty self-explanatory. Be sure to keep an even balance and cover your character's strengths and flaws. We WILL be checking for consistency, and compatibility with canon portrayals. We welcome you adding your own interpretations and twists, but we don't want a complete personality reversal. For OCs (and Nyos), we will also be critically examining your personalities and whether it fits with the country's history and culture. The requirement here is three paragraphs, but you are welcomed and encouraged to write more.

Biographical

Mihai was born to a father he has no memories of, and a mother who lingers only in the form of soft skin, lullabies, and the smell of antiseptic. What he has been told: His father was a carpenter. He smelt of sawdust and glue, but he was a happy man who was very much in love with Lucia. He proposed to her on a river cruise, and she accepted, even though his income was subpar and her own job as a teacher was increasingly non-lucrative. But they took a leap of faith, and they were happy. In fact, less than a year later, Lucia was pregnant with their first child. (That was him.) She gave birth with little complication, and for awhile, things were well. They laughed, they loved, but four years later it fell apart. His mother used to tell him that it was an automobile accident on a rainy evening. His father was on a motorcycle, and hadn't been wearing a helmet. He died on impact. His mother grieved but continued working for her own sake and for the sake of her young child. But bad things come in threes, and she soon fell sick with a chronic illness. She chose not to reside at the hospital right away, and for a year, she continued to teach to support herself and Mihai. It was only once her physical condition deteriorated irrevocably that she succumbed, was compelled to quit her job, and to take up residency at the hospital. She was left with a seven year-old son and a mounting pile of debts. What he remembers: White rooms and lights that are too bright. Antiseptic. Needles. A woman with amber eyes, and a smile that was the kindest in all the world. Those are his earliest memories. Later on, there was also a man. A dark-haired man with eyes that calculated. He was a doctor. Lucia's doctor. And he liked her beyond professional boundaries. So he made her an offer. If she married him, he could get her the best treatment possible and even foot her medical bills. He could become Mihai's legal guardian, and she wouldn't worry any longer about whether she could care for him. She accepted. She didn't love him, but he was a nice man, she said. A decent man. He proposed to her because he recognized their precarious situation and he had a way to protect them, and she was grateful for that. 'It isn't perfect,' she used to say. 'But at least we can be together.' Mihai was old enough not to like him, even after he moved into the man's house. It was bigger than any one he lived in, and under the man's care, he was presented with more commodities than he'd had before. Still, even understanding his mother's decision, he did not welcome the new intrusion in their lives. Resigned himself to it, perhaps, but he never fully embraced the shrewd and coldly practical new presence with whom he'd unceremoniously been thrust. But for his mother's sake, he maintained a cordial but distant relationship, which the man never tried to improve. His life stabilized after he was taken in, and he soon began his schooling in earnest. An outgoing boy with a subtle sort of charm, he made many friends in school and was often invited out. He accepted them blithely, preferring to be out of the house as often as possible. He had a good social life, yet he left much information about himself unspoken. It wasn't that he was ashamed—rather, he cared very much for his mother, but he rarely found the initiative to talk about his private life to anyone, replying rather vaguely to inquiries after his family. Although his social life was successful, he spent the most time in the hospital with his mother. Without prior engagements, it was where he headed every day after school, and he became such a regular visitor that the nurses and doctors knew him by name. He would sit for hours by her bedside, telling her about his day, reading, doing homework. He did nearly everything she requested and achieved stellar grades. However, more than academics, his curiousity compelled him to learn a little about the medical practice, mostly concerning different illnesses, treatments and medicines. His second refuge, once visiting hours were over, was the computer. He took to the device immediately once he had been provided one for personal use, even though the model was rather old and rather slow to work with. He took to using social networks, but preferred to remain on the sidelines more often than not. It was there he first heard about "hacking," but things turned sour before he could discover more specifics. When he was in his fifth year of school, his mother's health took a turn for the worst. She suffered multiple relapses, her illness' sudden gravity an unprecedented change for the doctors. They soon declared her condition to be terminal. Later, unbeknownst to himself, Mihai would classify his childhood into three stages—three Bad Things. His father's death, his mother's sickness, and the grey, mourning day in May and the first and last time he remembers crying. That summer, they moved to France, and Mihai started secondary school in an unfamiliar country. He faced great difficulties adjusting, having had little instruction in the French language, and still learning to bear with the grief of his mother's passing. The effect was compounded by his lack of friends or other figures he trusted, and during this period he grew increasingly withdrawn and solitary. The other students took little interest in him at first, and he made no enemies until he punched a classmate after the other made a disparaging comment. After that, it appeared as though he completely lost interest in school. Some days, he'd merely lock himself in his room, staying on the computer late into the night. His grades plummeted, and the days he did go to school he almost inevitably ended up in a fight. For the first time since they'd met, he had an argument with his stepfather. Perhaps for the first time ever, he had nowhere to turn. His only alternative was non-human. He spent increasing time on the internet, and out of curiousity, he looked up the specifics of hacking. He tried it on a few websites, then in a fit of inspiration, he hacked into his school's server and tweaked a few of his grades. With that small boost, he set out to accomplish a new objective: to get a higher end computer. He ignored those who tried to get a rise out of him at school and he improved his grades, and at the opportune moment, asked his stepfather for a new laptop. With a higher salary and better appreciation for Mihai's schoolwork, he agreed. (And mysteriously, anyone who had bothered Mihai before failed the year.)

Physical

To start with the basics, Mihai's hair is a shade of light auburn (bordering blond and brown), and its style seems best described as "shaggy." It tends to be obvious when he hasn't brushed it. His eyes are amber, which can look red under specific lighting, but the only way to ensure that they're permanently such a color would be to wear contacts like any other normal person. He doesn't like contacts however, claiming that they irritate his eyes and mess with his vision (besides, it's not like he needs them anyway). Physically, he stays as fit as he needs to. Considering his main occupation involves computers and not a whole lot of running around, he does the minimum to stay healthy. This usually involves a jog in the evening (which he skips out on sometimes), but he figures he should be physically prepared to at least outrun some people, just in case. That said, he isn't exactly an athlete either, so he has a little bit of excess fat around his stomach. It seems like the only thing he doesn't need to train is his flexibility, which he has naturally had since childhood. Doing the splits is something he can accomplish easily, regardless of how much time it's been since he last practiced. Mihai has several tattoos on his body. This begins on his back and wraps over his right shoulder, onto his chest, in a design similar to this. He also has a simple design on his left arm and this on the back of his right calf. In addition, he has some visible piercings on his person. There are two on his left ear, one on his right, and an eyebrow piercing over his right eye. Rather than having a "fang-like" tooth as in canon, he has snake bites. And as for whether he has more piercings that are not typically visible, that is classified information.

Résumé

Curriculum Vitae

And the part everyone has been looking forward to—the RP sample (haha). This should be as though you were writing for an RP (in other words, third person and from your character's perspective), and should take place in the past. This needs to be a minimum of 500 words, and your choices of prompts are: a turning point or a revealing moment. This prompt was chosen specifically so that you could augment your character's backstory in his or her own words and bring that one vital moment to life. This can also serve as a way to begin to delve into your character's psyche for this specific AU, and hopefully, it can be fun and constructive for you too.

Preferences
Likes	Dislikes
Write the likes of your character that you think are important (i.e. it often affects how your character behaves or affects how they behave towards other people). For example, if your character is a connoisseur of music and plays the flute as a hobby, feel free to add that in. If it's something inconsequential like your character liking red velvet cake, then you don't have to write that. There is no required number of likes. You are free to use your own judgment to decide what is important. An elaboration of a few sentences should be included if you do put down any likes. If you find yourself pulling likes out of nowhere, you probably don't want to include them.	Write the dislikes of your character that you think are important (i.e. it often affects how your character behaves or affects how they behave towards other people). For example, you might add that your character is strongly affected by ethnic slurs and will lash out against people who use them. If it's something inconsequential like your character disliking celery, then you don't have to write that. There is no required number of dislikes. You are free to use your own judgment to decide what is important. An elaboration of a few sentences should be included if you do put down any dislikes. If you find yourself pulling dislikes out of nowhere, you probably don't want to include them.
Weaknesses	Aspirations
Here is where your character's weaknesses go. By this I don't just mean personality faults, but rather traits or things that can be used against your character. This includes personality faults and, naturally, fears. Is your character susceptible to bribes? Will your character drop everything if his or her family is threatened? Do heights make your character feel sick? Again, put down what you think is important, and elaborate on what is written. There is no required number of weaknesses, so don't feel like you need to make them up on the spot.	This space is for your characters aspirations. Call it what you will—aspirations, goals, dreams—these are things your character wants to accomplish. It can range anywhere from being rich and famous to finding true love and settling down to have a family. They can be short-term or long-term. Just keep in mind that these are goals your character should be working towards throughout the role-play. Whether or not they succeed is up to you. At risk of sounding like a broken record, put down what you think is important and elaborate on it. There is no required amount of aspirations, so don't feel like you need to make them up on the spot.

Extra
Identities	Skill-Set
♠ Mercury | Hacker. Meaning both a highly toxic element and the Roman patron god of travelers, thieves, and orators (among others), this is the name he uses in his cybercrime circle. This identity is behind a good number of well-publicized corporate security breaches in the past decade, and is widely known and wanted by cybersecurity experts. ♠ Mitchell T. Warner | Freelancer. This is his main source of income. He often does freelance work for small businesses under this name, including building websites and programming security. Of course, he always leaves a back door for himself, just in case one should be needed. ♠ He also has many additional identities that he uses once, then discards. These aliases are typically for jobs that require a little bit more of a hands-on sort of work, including stealing passcodes and manually implanting viruses and wires. These missions are rare because of the risk factor, and always conducted with the support of his cybercrime circle.	Here, you may write anything you consider notable about your character's skills that weren't mentioned. This is where you want to put multilingual abilities, acting abilities, pick-pocketing, parkour, shooting, etc. etc. Anything you think may come in handy in your character's role may be noted here. If this isn't applicable, leave it blank.
Moral Compass	Other
Any sort of job your character refuses to take can be listed here. If your character will do absolutely anything for the right price, leave this blank.	♠ His totem is a lighter. It's broken and only works in dreams.

Out-of-Character

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[Worldie]

posting backstory here for now bcs it's ridic long ok

Mihai was born to a father he has no memories of, and a mother who lingers only in the form of soft skin, lullabies, and the smell of antiseptic.

What he has been told: His father was a carpenter. He smelt of sawdust and glue, but he was a happy man who was very much in love with Lucia. He proposed to her on a river cruise, and she accepted, even though his income was subpar and her own job as a teacher was increasingly non-lucrative. But they took a leap of faith, and they were happy. In fact, less than a year later, Lucia was pregnant with their first child. (That was him.) She gave birth with little complication, and for awhile, things were well. They laughed, they loved, but four years later it fell apart.

His mother used to tell him that it was an automobile accident on a rainy evening. His father was on a motorcycle, and hadn't been wearing a helmet. He died on impact.

His mother grieved but continued working for her own sake and for the sake of her young child. But bad things come in threes, and she soon fell sick with a chronic illness. She chose not to reside at the hospital right away, and for a year, she continued to teach to support herself and Mihai. It was only once her physical condition deteriorated irrevocably that she succumbed, was compelled to quit her job, and to take up residency at the hospital. She was left with a seven year-old son and a mounting pile of debts.

What he remembers: White rooms and lights that are too bright. Antiseptic. Needles. A woman with amber eyes, and a smile that was the kindest in all the world. Those are his earliest memories.

Eventually, there also came to be a man. A dark-haired man with eyes that calculated. He was a doctor. Lucia's doctor. And he liked her beyond professional boundaries, so he made her an offer. If she married him, he could get her the best treatment possible and even foot her medical bills. He could become Mihai's legal guardian, and she wouldn't worry any longer about whether she could care for him.

She accepted.

She didn't love him, but he was a nice man, she said. A decent man. He proposed to her because he recognized their precarious situation and he had a way to protect them, and she was grateful for that. 'It isn't perfect,' she used to say. 'But at least we can be together.'

Mihai was old enough not to like him, even after he moved into the man's house. It was bigger than any one he'd lived in, and under the man's care, he was presented with more commodities than he'd had before. Still, even understanding his mother's decision, he did not welcome the new intrusion in their lives. Resigned himself to it, perhaps, but he never fully embraced the shrewd and coldly practical new presence with whom he'd unceremoniously been thrust. But for his mother's sake, he maintained a cordial but distant relationship, which the man never tried to improve.

His life stabilized after he was taken in, and he soon began his schooling in earnest. An outgoing boy with an odd sort of charm, he made many friends in school and was often invited out. He accepted the invitations blithely, preferring to be out of the house as often as possible. He had a good social life, yet he left much information about himself unspoken. It wasn't that he was ashamed—rather, he cared very much for his mother, but he rarely found the initiative to talk about his private life to anyone. He always replied rather vaguely to inquiries after his family.

Although his social life was successful, he spent the most time in the hospital with his mother. Without prior engagements, it was where he headed every day after school, and he became such a regular visitor that the nurses and doctors knew him by name. He would sit for hours by her bedside, telling her about his day, reading, doing homework. He did nearly everything she requested and achieved stellar grades. However, more than academics, his curiousity compelled him to learn a little about the medical practice, mostly concerning different illnesses, treatments and medicines.

His second refuge, once visiting hours were over, was the computer. He took to the device immediately once he had been provided one for personal use, even though the model was rather old and rather slow to work with. He took to using social networks, but preferred to remain on the sidelines more often than not. It was there he first heard about "hacking," but things turned sour before he could discover more specifics.

When he was in his fifth year of school, his mother's health took a turn for the worst. She suffered multiple relapses, her illness' sudden gravity an unprecedented change for the doctors. They soon declared her condition to be terminal.

Later on, unbeknownst to himself, Mihai would classify his childhood into three stages—three Bad Things. His father's death, his mother's sickness, and the grey, mourning day in May and the first and last time he remembers crying.

That summer, they moved to France, and Mihai started secondary school in unfamiliar territory. He faced great difficulties adjusting, having had little instruction in the French language, and still learning to bear with the grief of his mother's passing. The effect was compounded by his lack of friends or other figures he trusted, and during this period he grew increasingly withdrawn and solitary. The other students took little interest in him at first, and he made no enemies until he punched a classmate after the other made a particularly disparaging comment.

After that, it appeared as though he completely lost interest in school. Some days, he'd merely lock himself in his room, staying on the computer late into the night. His grades plummeted, and the days he did go to school he almost inevitably ended up in a fight. For the first time since they'd met, he had an argument with his stepfather. Perhaps for the first time ever, he had no one to turn to.

His only alternative was non-human. He spent increasing amounts of time on the internet, and out of curiousity, he looked up the specifics of hacking. He tried it on a few websites, then in a fit of inspiration, he hacked into his school's server and tweaked a few of his grades. With that small boost and a newly-ignited interest, he set out to accomplish a new objective: to get a higher end computer. He ignored those who tried to get a rise out of him at school and improved his grades, and at the opportune moment, he asked his stepfather for a new laptop. With a higher salary and better appreciation for Mihai's schoolwork, he agreed. (And mysteriously, anyone who had bothered Mihai before failed the year.)

Things began to look up in his eighth year of schooling. New bonds were formed, (some) old enmities died, and Mihai's social life slowly returned to what it once was. In his ninth year, he started doing little "jobs" for some favors in return. Nudging someone's grades up for a fair sum of money, replicating answer keys for a pack of cigarettes, finding out essay prompts for some ridiculously difficult-to-obtain gadget just for the hell of it. It started off pretty low-key until rumors reached the ears of faculty that someone had been messing around in the school servers. An investigation was launched, Mihai subtly directed evidence towards some kid he hated, the poor fool was blamed, and he got off scot-free. (Though afterwards, he did limit his messing around to a few very good offers.)

He managed to slide under the radar for the last two years of school, then attended one of Paris' many universities for a degree in computer science. There he remained quite popular, becoming acquainted with a number of students and professors, and coming to know some individuals of both groups rather intimately. At the same time, he was making up for his lack of study ethic by talent alone—though that didn't quite work out for theory classes—leading to grades that tended to fluctuate. Overall, his life seemed to have stabilized from a rather tumultuous childhood, and it looked like things were going well.

One night, sharing a few dares with his friends, he was challenged to hack into the servers of a major American corporation. Rather carelessly and feeling cocky, he agreed. He spent a week in preparation for the hack, using a public computer to complete it, and everything went without trouble. He figured that his bragging rights were now fully assured.

Yet, five days later, he was approached by a woman claiming to be of Russian authority. She asserted that he would soon be arrested for his hack, but that she could help him. Slightly unnerved but untrusting, he ignored her warning. However, two days from that meeting, he was apprehended by French authorities and detained. During that period, the woman came to him again and offered him a way out; the Russian government would grant him asylum if he worked for the Sluzhba Vneshney Razvedki—Russia's foreign intelligence service. With clenched fists and gritted teeth, he accepted.

Under the SVR, his hacking skills were trained more rigorously than they had been before, and Moscow's purpose for granting him asylum was quickly revealed: the corporation whose servers he'd infiltrated was suspected of cooperating with the U.S. military to make the PASIV a weapon. The SVR gambled that Mihai could help them break the last line of the company's defense to uncover the nature of the work it was doing. Mihai was given the bare minimum information, such as what the fuck a PASIV even was, and sent to work to help break down the corporation's virtual defense systems.

It was more than a year later before he actually got to experience dreamsharing for himself. The woman who'd recruited him, Sasha, got him cleared to use the PASIV and went down with him, serving as his guide to the dream world. He was fascinated—less so by the ability to build (though impossible architecture greatly amused him), than by the possibilities dreamsharing represented. He began to share dreams with Sasha from time to time (a bit under the table, but the PASIV's security saw little harm in allowing them to use it recreationally), the both of them slowly learning the ropes towards building a dream.

It was during one of their trips under, once dreaming had become a weekly occurrence, that Mihai discovered that he could change his appearance in-dream. Most of it was merely for his own entertainment, and since he wasn't on the PASIV's development team (nor one of their lab rats), he never thought of it too seriously nor did he tell anyone. The only person who knew, as his partner during those trips, was Sasha. It occurred to him briefly that it was strange she didn't relate this information to her superiors, but he figured she must have had her own reasons for retaining the details.

(He was right.)

One day into his third year under the SVR, Sasha approached him with another offer: she could get him out of Russia. With more curiousity than suspicion, Mihai questioned her sudden change of loyalties, but her response was rather vague in the way one treads around old wounds. He did some digging and found out for himself later on, but at that point in time he accepted her reply, and agreed to her bargain for the second time.

After careful planning, they executed their plan a year later. A powerful virus wiped the Moscow SVR servers and powered down the entire building. Sasha fled back to France with blueprints, experiment files, and a PASIV—after that, for all official purposes, she disappeared.

Meanwhile, Mihai found himself in Hong Kong with very little in terms of possessions, but there weren't any Russians on his trail which was good enough for him. In fact, he rather liked Hong Kong—it was lively, there were a lot of people, and best of all, the criminal rings were busy. He started off with what had now become his selling talent: programming. It worked out well with the shadier residents of the region, and he hadn't really any complications until he heard that there was a slowly growing, and rather new, sector in the blackmarket. It involved dreamsharing.

Through some contacts, he managed to get involved in the extraction business, and he might be considered "unexpectedly competent" in this particular line of work. He is, perhaps, much more carefree than some would like in such a career, but he is gifted with a rather uncanny intuition and an aptness at his role that is rare even among experienced dreamsharers. However, after messing around the scene for a little more than a year, he ultimately chose his first passion over dreaming and began to minimize his presence in the community. He hasn't yet cut all ties though, and is perfectly willing to return for a couple of stints if the offers are attractive enough. That is, if he can be found.

His locations change sporadically nowadays, depending on how close the authorities are coming or alternately, his mood. He has also banded with a close ring of conspirators, all hackers like him, and they like to call themselves HYDRA after the Greek multi-headed monster. They'd decided to combine their efforts to make big prey less dangerous, and so far, they have been doing extremely well and felling big prey by the cashload. Mihai is rather proud that they are the centerpiece of several multi-million hacks and stolen information.

What he knows: No one has ever told him—not once—that he has his priorities in order (hence the pride in the entire hacking-and-stealing shit enterprise). A dabble of French and a stolen song on the dance floor is enough to get him company for a night. Mornings are the best times for sleeping. Hong Kong is probably the only place there is good coffee and tea, but for god's sake don't drink out of the tap. All of the torture methods he has heard the Russians talk about are, by no means, a good conversation-starter. That said, Russians and Hungarians are both equally terrible. There is a man named Arthur Kirkland, whose eyes are the damned prettiest shade of green he has ever seen. Life is only an endless reel of 'catch me if you can.'