Michael Risuque F

Individual

Character's full name: Michael Risuque Falling
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Not applicable.
Gender: Male
Age: Nine
Date of Birth: (06/30/2003)
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: He was born in a rather small village on the coast of Maine. The town is called Friendship.

Appearance

Hair color and style: It’s a brown color, a dark hazelnut, but sometimes it looks a bit black. Frankly, it all depends on the lighting. His brown hair is often messy and un-brushed, considering how much he hates to take showers. Water gives him the feeling of being pulled away, because the current of water is uneven.
Eyes: A smoky grey to a light blue.
Height: Three foot ten.
Build: Skinny and slightly malnourished
Visible mutation: His hand, left, is made of something other than skin and bones. It’s a rather hard metallic substance. This is often covered by a long black glove he tends to wear over it.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: He has one rather large scar on his back, since his health wasn’t really very good as a baby, he often got sick. When he got sick, once, he fell into an almost coma-like state. His mother attempted to shake him awake, and the boy fell off his bed and onto the top of his lego tower. The end result: A large scar on his back.
Other features: His expression normally remains sad, or gaunt.

Everyday clothing style: Very, very loose clothing, jeans and a large white t-shirt.
Uniform: Not applicable
Sleepwear: Whatever he wears during the day normally.
Miscellaneous clothing: There is one thing that he does always keep on him. It’s a leather wristband, around three inches long. Nothing else is really special about it; he just enjoys the feeling of leather. Other than that, he has a few different kinds of gloves; long, to cover up his mutation involving his hand. Some of them he made himself with material from the curtains his mother had put in his room.

Character

Personality: It is not really known, nor has it been diagnosed, but Michael has a form of autism. It’s called Asperger’s. This is something that really affects his ability to form social relations. It’s not a very severe case, but he has a tendency to not speak to people he does not like, or even feel threatened, and lash out. He will physically throw something at someone. If he gets too emotionally stressed, in a certain way, his mutation might become a problem. Other than that, he is a person that really loves to do certain things, and is very, very kind hearted. Whenever someone tells him that he could hurt someone, he starts to dislike himself even more. Not growing up around others like him put him in a rather weak psychological state, with little to no self-confidence. Making other people happy often makes him feel like he’s compensating for his own faults, but that’s only if he likes the person. If the person is disliked, they will be treated as a hostile enemy. He most likely won’t let them touch him.
Hobbies/ Interests: Part of his Asperger’s is that he gets very attached to certain things. For instance, he use to have an obsession with English and with math, but math as an obsession only lasted for a few months before English took precedence. He does have quite an obsession with the Japanese culture and history, and finds Anime fascinating. However, in the years he’s been stuck inside of his room, he’s gotten quite interested in puzzles. If someone looked in his room at one point in time, they would most likely see leggo pieces scattered across the floor.
Job or part time job and description: Not applicable.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: The fear of getting hurt, the fear of other people getting hurt, and also he has quite a large fear of violence in general. People often scare him enough to be considered a large phobia, and his mutation being discovered scares him as well. People don’t always scare him, but they will if a person talks loudly, or perhaps acts in a way that’s unfamiliar. If he becomes acquainted with these actions, he MIGHT be able to tolerate others, but it’s difficult to gain his trust if you start out on the wrong side of it.[/b]
Special talents:The English language would most likely be one of his talents. He’s dissected it as much as he could. And, for three years or so, it was the target of his obsession. Having matured, and having grown bored with figuring out the exact way in which this language works, he moved onto puzzles. The puzzles he’s enjoyed particularly are two thousand pieces, and he also enjoys making his own Leggo diagrams. Most of them wouldn’t make sense to an ordinary young boy, but a person with Asperger’s tends to have a very good ability to decipher puzzles and other such things.

Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Other. He’s not really good or bad…or neutral. He doesn’t have a stand, but he doesn’t know what the stands he could have are, or what the options are.

Mutations

Mutation description:

• Michael is not aware of these details about his power, he only knows that his hand is silver, and it can sometimes cause things to catch on fire if he gets very upset
  
• The mutation is a Silver hand, which grows normally like any other hand, merely made by a different substance. It is hard to the touch.
  
• In normal life, it is easy for most to deal with, or to hide. He can normally cover this with a glove of some kind.
  
• It is much more difficult for Michael to control this power because of his oftentimes instable mentality
  
• His power is activated by emotional stress, whether it be anger or sadness, or fear that harm will come to him. The largest reactions will come forward due to a fight or flight response
  
• The matter that makes up his hand is separated to preform it’s genetic duty from the rest of his hand. It does not regenerate instantly, it takes 2 full weeks from the usage to recover lost matter.
  
• His hand otherwise will grow as a normal humans hand grows
  
• The substance that makes up his hand is a silvery metal. When detatched, it is released in the form of a round ball, the size of a bouncy ball played with by children.
  
• This ball can float away from him, but not more than twenty feet.
  
• It is an explosive substance. However, this substance can only cause inorganic compounds to explode. The act of doing this might affect an organic compound, but only as a bi-product of the original explosion.
  
• Shockproof metal, currently, cannot be effected by this size of an explosion at michael’s current power level.
  
• As soon as it is released from him, there is a fifteen second delay before the ball explodes.
  
• Currently, his power acts as a bomb, to blow up surrounding things as well, though it begins with blowing up an inorganic compound
  
• The entire explosion takes place in a rather definite area. The ball will explode and create a sound like a gun shot, and the blast has about a ten foot diameter. Of course, smaller balls will create a smaller blast zone.
  
• The effect of the explosion is not a shockwave. It is an explosion that, as a byproduct, produces fire. This means that any inorganic item that he explodes will most likely catch something in its surroundings on fire

Strengths: There are many strengths to this power. It’s able to explode most any inorganic item, not including shock-proof material. This is rather handy for things that other people might see useful, though Michael never really wanted it. So, the strengths in this power lie in its ability to cause what seems to be every inorganic item to explode.

Weaknesses: There is a lot of weakness to this, as well. His entire power depends on either the strength of his mentality, or his emotions. Twenty feet away from him is really only something he can manage if he has an extremely emotional issue, and it’s causing a very, very bad “temper tantrum”. The rubber ball sized drip is also not normally the size. Normally, if it’s released, it will be out of very little anxiety. If it is, then all that Michael’s brain pushes from his hand will be marble sized, and the explosion about five feet. If his glove is on, the silvery metal ball cannot simply rip through it. He cannot push it forward to break anything, only to place it at a certain area. That is knowledge Michael knows.

Secondary mutation description: Not applicable.

Fighting Style

Explanation: Michaels fighting style is mostly the fight or flight response of “flight.” So, he doesn’t normally go into fistfights. Physically Michael is extremely weak, even his metallic hand doesn’t pack much of a punch. Both of his hands are like average human hands, and his left hand looks like a left hand, because it still does carry the genetic coding to retain the shape of a left hand, merely with different matter.
Pros for fighting style: His power really helps him get away, and this fighting style really helps him realize how much he cannot fight. This power isn’t something that he can use on will, so it’s also something that is a warning sign for others. If he gets emotionally stressed, it will activate, which warns other people off of trying to hurt him.
Cons for fighting style: Well, the sum and total of the con of this fighting style is that Michael will be completely beat up if his mutation is not used to help him get away. He also refuses to use it to hurt a person at all, and doesn’t know if he really can. Using it in an instant just for fun is not possible for Michael, either.

Faction Allegiance
Unaffiliated

History Of Your Character
The little brown haired boy that was born at the hospital late one June night, in 2003, came out kicking and screaming. Or, he would have if he was a strong baby. He was a bit underweight even coming out of his mother. His silver hand did not go unnoticed by the doctor in charge. In fact, the hospital was rather unsure with what to do with the predicament. They left the room and told the parents that they would be right back to be sure that the mutation wouldn’t be a problem with any medicine’s in the future.

These parents didn’t understand Michael’s mutation, and as the doctor came back, the mother begged and pleaded for an understanding family to take him in. The nurse who helped birth Michael took pity on him. She suggested her sister, who had been trying to have a baby with his husband for a long time. Well, her sister agreed, and Michael grew up with this nurse’s sister, the adoption papers were never made, and his birth to these two people was forged, so Michael still has no idea of this part. He suspects it often.

He was not an ordinary child; the glove on his hand was not the largest concern. If he had one bad thing done to him by another child, he never forgot. He wouldn’t ever talk to them, or work with them, and might even throw toys at them. His parents just thought this would be something he would grow out of, but he didn’t. This wasn’t the only thing. Michael, all through pre-school had an obsession with the few books there were. He made the only teacher, Ms. Risty, teach him how to read the words, and what they meant. No matter what the time was, even if it was lunch, he would attempt to get this teacher to help him. He was persistent, and wouldn’t stop in his thirst for the knowledge of these words. Not once did he want to join into the activities of the other kids.

The boy soon turned six and it was time for kindergarten. Michael was used to being babied, because the daycare teachers knew that he needed some extra attention, but it happened a bit less in Kindergarten and he began to hate his teacher. This teacher spoke to him, and he would completely ignore her. She didn’t matter to him, but another boy did. He was good at his language arts. He read well, and could understand the teachers’ bigger words. Michael felt respect for this other little boy, and would at times follow him.

On the playground one day, while Michael was following the other boy, the boy pushed him to the ground, and his glove fell off his hand. Normally he tied a piece of string so it wouldn’t come off on his wrist, but not today. Today he’d forgotten. The boy began to call him a freak, and he laughed at Michael, making fun of him for having his silver hand, and for being so weird about words, for always reading the dictionary, or asking the teacher to read it to him, since he couldn’t understand the harder ones, and wanted to hear them said.

Michael had anger in him he’d never felt before, pure anger. A little marble sized silver from his finger, literally a chunk from his finger, followed the retreating boy. In a minute…it exploded. The explosion seemed to happen right on the boy’s jacket, which meant that the boy himself didn’t get the full blast, but it was enough to harm him, considering the effect an explosion had of fire. His jacket had started to burn, sizzling through. It was cold out, and winter, so the boy wore a thick jacket. And though fire ate away at it quickly, he could have been hurt a lot more. Michael, scared from the noise that he made, ran away, and managed to get out of the play area and run home. The little boy, whose jacket caught on fire, was put in the hospital, “Fire had apparently been forced into him by some kind of blast” the doctors wrote. It was a miracle he did not get a worse burn. His friends around him had also gotten a bit injured, though none as burnt as that boy was.

His parents were called, and the kindergarten teacher spoke of the incident and the boy’s disappearance. Michael was at his home, on the couch when that call changed his life. He doesn’t recall how his parents sorted it out, but he was told by his shaking parents he was a monster. Michael did not fit in with other kids. He was simply a bother, so he wasn’t allowed to go into school with those other kids anymore. He was sent to his room…and an outside lock was put on it.

Michael developed into a boy with a fascination for anime, having seen an episode on the TV. Just recently, his parents started fighting about the ethics of Michael’s situation, and his mother slammed the front door, got in a cab, never to return. His father is often abusive of Michael now, explaining that it’s Michael’s fault, and he should have never become their child. Food is rare, and he is scared of his father’s entrance. No matter how many puzzles he solves, or how many Leggo things he builds, he can’t forget the hurts that he has because of his father. Not one bit.

Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: I wanted to do an X-Men roleplaying site, and I went on Google, searching through a bunch of them. This one seemed really cool!! So I decided to make an application.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: I do not have another character on this site, no.
Sample RP: (takes place in Michael’s past)
There was always some kind of noise in Michael’s room. His parents had tried taking it away once, and he’d almost kicked them. He was yelling and crying. So, the noise remained. It was mostly the familiar noise of the TV blaring anime in Japanese, with no subtitles. He never liked subtitles, because they hid the artwork he really liked. One of his favorite shows was bleach. Bleach held a lot of respect from Michael, because there were a lot of really weak people who got beat up, and then returned a lot stronger.

This particular episode he’d seen many times, and he was speaking along with the tape as it played, though his eyes were focused on another thing. It was the drawing he was doing. This drawing was a common character for him; his favorite character “Ichigo” plastered the walls of the room, in fact. He was rather good at drawing, because he liked the lines to be in the right place, and couldn’t stand having them be different from Ichigo. It sometimes took him hours to perfect one line to get his beloved character correct.

As he looked down at the artwork, mumbling some sound effects, he heard a knock on the door and his eyes lit up. The boy, who was curled up in his favorite circular black chair, sprang up, so quickly that he almost tripped over fallen pencils that were worn down to nubs. The blue jeans he wore also did not prove to help him much. He managed to keep his balance and run to the door, opening it happily. Mum always came back from the café with very yummy things. But it wasn’t his mom. It was dad. Dad was more of a stranger to Michael. He didn’t bring yummy things, and he wore a suit and ties all the time. Even in the house. His frown quickly returned and he glanced the other way, holding the door.

His father was used to Michael’s blatant disrespect, and refusing to talk to him, but he was holding a tray of food for Michael. He spoke first. “Your mother said that you might like it if I brought you food. She’ll…she’ll be home late. But she got you this DVD.”

This brought Michael to glance over at him. A DVD? Was it the one he’d asked for? He slowly took it from his father and glanced over it. It was. The boy hugged it to his stained white t-shirt, and then looked up at the food. He wasn’t hungry anymore. The boy actually started to close the door on his father. He was just a stranger who yelled at him a lot to clean his room, after all. So he had no problems with slamming it on his father’s face.

The thing that also made him dislike his father was that his father just left. He didn’t try to set the food down or anything like his mother did when she had made him upset. He simply walked out of the room and down the hallway to the stairs without saying another word. When he started down them, however, Michael could hear him speak. “Weird kid…I wonder why we don’t just send him away.” And he sat in his chair again. The boy curled up, still holding his DVD, and started to cry.