Mikeal a ajusté sa sangle de lunettes et s'est tenu silencieusement, suivant rapidement les deux autres personnes devant lui. Il n'avait absolument aucune idée de ce qui se passait. Il voulait dire quelque chose, mais il n'a pas eu envie de se faire battre ou tirer dessus, alors il a mis son veto à l'idée et a plutôt suivi silencieusement. Quel genre d'endroit était-ce? Si ces gens ne les ont pas prises, alors qui l'a fait? Tant de questions et il ne savait pas comment obtenir des réponses.
Name: Mikeal Bratton
Personality: Tends to over-commit to things, I like to think I'm analytical but I tend to get caught up in the moment. Is rather friendly and talkative when given the appropriate topic. Can sometimes come off as a bit of a butt given his sharp tongue, but I don't mean it.
Appearance: White male, about 5 feet 10 inches tall and 149 pounds. Brown hair cut short in the front that trails down to mid-back length in the rear. Brown eyes, usually wears thing glasses secured by a green glasses strap. Smattering of acne across face, chest, and back. Just barely considered thin. Has a shadow of six-pack and slightly built arm muscles. Tends to wear gray sweats and a gray t-shirt with a black jacket.
Talents:
-Am great at improvising
-Good athlete, high endurance
-Fast reader
-Good memory for things I care about
-Good at tricking people
-Pretty good at climbing
Flaws:
-Very disorganized
-Can be unreasonable when out of patience
-Often reckless
-No real fighting experience
-Easy to guilt trip
-I pick at my fingers, usually anywhere from one to three have blood from torn skin on them.
Desires: An awesome sword fighter with wings and a tail. and lasers. Maybe a giant axe. Defiantly tons of magic items.
Fears:
-Being paralyzed
-Being too weak
-Failure
-Disappointment