About

I'd like to thank you for taking the time and having the patience to investigate my ramblings. I've been writing for nearly twenty years through all manner of medium, be it forums and chatrooms or in-game plotlines and I'm looking to share that with others when time permits. My schedule is unfortunately chaotic and sporadic at times but I try to stick to open honesty and communication with those I write with for the sake of sparing everyone the headache later.I don't make a habit to lurk in the hub cities in-game as I vastly prefer to make use of the open world and surrounding environs when it comes to general engagement. If you're reading this after spying me in a duty or FATE, reach out, shoot a tell or even throw a post out there if you're feeling bold. Chances are I'll put down whatever it is I'm down and respond in kind. Spy me at an event? Hit me with a tell if you can't find a way to approach and I'll find a way to make an introduction happen one way or another.Otherwise, I'm pretty relaxed in how I go about things. No one's beholden to this game nor the going-ons inside of it and I'd rather have a good time laughing and shooting the shit with someone OOC than complain about someone needing time to themselves or life coming to bite them in the ass, and I prefer to surround myself with people who keep that sort of mentality. I've spent my fair share of being hounded by passive-aggressive remarks about how I'd choose to spend my time, or who I spend the time with because they're friends with X, Y, Z or some other nonsense and simply put? I just don't have the patience these days.While I've been making efforts to get back into the routine of logging in for the sake of roleplay, I've also made good use of Discord for the same over the years and so if you're unable to log in for any reason, there's means to work around your schedule and mine both. I'm flexible, open-minded, and just looking to have a good time.There's never any rush. No worries. No obligations.

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OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

  NAME   
Mikhail Zvjezdana  AGE   
38  OCCUPATION   
Budding Pictomancer  GENDER & PRONOUNS  
He/Him  ORIENTATION   
Straight  HEIGHT   
5'4"  HAIR   
Black; Blue Highlights  EYES   
Big, Blue Doe Eyes  MARKS & SCARS   
Scarred Left Eye; Vision Retained

Mikhail 'Micky' Zvjezdana

 Appearance   To pick the man from a crowd would be a near impossible task were it not for the long and floppy ears draped across his shoulders and his penchant for performative presentation. There's a clear dedication in concealing himself from prying eyes with how each article of clothing is tugged and tucked to hide even the most minute scrap of flesh from the world contradicted only by how very loud he tends to dress. Long, flowing capes are hardly an uncommon accessory, nor the masks that keep all but those blue doe-eyes and pale skin from view.There's little to be desire from him in terms of agility. A powerful frame, broad shoulders and toned arms supported by a set of lithe leporine feet born for the sake of gripping the jagged edges of his mountain home see him quick and capable when tearing across the earth or hoisting himself high. No doubt he could hold his own when push comes to shove but he has far better odds ducking the dodge than engaging directly.A little leather black book hangs from his belt stuff with various pages, paintings and pictures stuffed between the pages and locked by a lock of unusual design with no key nor mechanism inside to gain access. Rarely does it seem to leave his side, unwilling to let prying eyes peer into the inner workings of his mind.

 Personality   
In the public eye, Mikhail is nothing if not the charming host. Dressed to impress and ever looking to draw forth a smile from those who happen to request his presence, flattering and animated throughout. There's a persistent desire to learn more about those around him with the many questions that fly freely from his mouth, from their origin to how they arrived at his doorstep. Culture, food, traditions of all manner seem to draw him further into the conversation, devouring each morsel of information with the enthusiasm of a gourmand.It's when he's bereft of company that a stillness of mind and body fall over him, his eyes staring off into the open while his teeth worry along his bottom lip thoughtfully. In these moments, the black book slips from his belt and into his hand. Secretive in whatever he so decides to scrawl down into its pages before it slips away once more. Unwilling to part with its contents nor provide those around him with any insight into his inner workings.It's when confrontation arises that the carefully crafted mask begins to slip. The meek and mild mannerisms melting away in favor of something far more cold and calculated behind those blue eyes. A sudden dominance rarely seen in polite company that makes its way to the surface and relishes the brief moment of freedom from the depths. And only then does the little black book make its purpose known.