Mycah Harrow

Our Main Person. Grudgingly Helps With Stuff.

Demi boy, they/he pronouns.

34

127 lbs.

5'4"

Black.

To their shoulders, very straight. Does that awesome thing with half the hair pulled back into a tiny bun to keep it out of their eyes.

Nope.

Orange. Just... orange. A nice orange, though. Maybe the color of that one origami paper?

Human?

Chocolate.

Regular, I guess? Not too skinny, not too muscular.

They have a bunch of tattooed designs on their chest/back/arms. Think Scot from Locke & Key (comics). The tattoos are black outlined in a sort of silvery color.

Army uniform: Pants (tight around the ankles and looser around the legs to allow for movement and comfort), comfortably tight black t-shirt, double-breasted army jacket, black combat boots. Pants and jacket made of a fabric laced with magic to camouflage to a certain degree. It doesn't make them invisible, but it changes the camo paint colors to match the surroundings.
Normal Clothing: Usually wears all tight, all black clothes. You'd think they'd like leather, but no. Usually, the pants are jean-like and they have t-shirts and short jackets (so, not trench coats or anything). Shoes are usually sensible, stylish sneakers.

Roundish face, but sharp angles.

They tend to stand very still and try to blend into the background of stuff. Just because they don't care what people think of them doesn't mean they want people to think of them. Their voice is usually very monotone, and they hardly ever smile. Their steps are very sharp and clean, as is their posture. They are not a morning person, but they've slowly trained themselves to be one. Still, they slip up every now and then, especially if they have to wake up earlier than they do normally.

They just want to live to the next day. They want to find something that will make the present day bearable. They want to protect those that they care about.

They're blunt and usually follow orders to the T.

People who actually try and make a difference are fools and won't accomplish anything. Hope is futile.

They're actually quite good at playing the violin and singing, even though they don't practice very often. They have very good aim.

They don't get a lot of time to do this, but they enjoy singing and playing the violin. They know this from the music classes they took when they were really young. They also find it strangely calming to draw patterns on literally anything, from their own body to the walls.

Loner. They try to keep to themselves and don't really want to be around people. They're very cold and will ignore you if they don't want to interact with you. Comes off as a big jerk. They're short and to the point and never soften the blows of their words. They have zero cares about what people think about them, though. If they want to do something, they will do it. They tend to have a short temper. With friends, they're a little less jerkish and watch their words, which means they don't really say that much.

They were born with a slight mutation which resulted in weird orange eyes and the ability to influence people through music, though they don't know that just yet.

Demisexual, bi, boys > girls.

They're really not that good at fighting close-range.

They say they don't believe in the gods, but they secretly pray to the god of life and luck.

They try to stay perfectly neutral.

They're in the military.

A soft, new-plant-bursting-through-dark-soil green.

The noddle-and-pork soup from the restaurant they always go to after missions.

The old violin they managed to find during a mission one time. It doesn't have a very good case and the bow is nearly dead, but it remarkably still plays in tune.

A small, simply decorated knife their father gave to them before they went to live in the military academy.

They don't have one.

They're a sniper. They usually don't get involved in the main combat unless they've been found out.

August 17th, 4367

They were in military school, learning (some) things, until the age of 18. It was more a training camp, though, past the age of 13.

They grew up in a small militarily-controlled town. Forced to join the military system at age 10. They then were put into a separate branch of special, magically-aided soldiers at age 18. They were one of the first people to join this group. That's where they got their tattoos. They've had to stay with the military for all this time on pain of death, although by now they're kinda numb to everything. They kind of lost their will to resist.

None.

It's not natural, per se, but they have the ability to influence people through music (singing and violin).

Their tattoos are magical, and they can use them to fight people. They can make a sword, or darts, or something to restrain someone.

Their song is Every Day Is Exactly The Same by Nine Inch Nails.