Free Dhampir - Mischa Amesbury

[Mischa Amesbury]

*Please Note: Resides somewhere in the ruins of Ilati Utu - though very few actually know the location of his living space.*

Name: Mischa (LaCroix) Amesbury

Age: 19 (true and apparent)

Race:Dhampir

Rank: Free(homeless)

Occupation: Jack of All Trades, Master of None (pickpocket, petty thief, con artist )

Appearance:

Height: 5'6"
Weight:125 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown

Abilities:

1. Standard Dhampir Abilities as per site

2. Infliction ~ (necessity, defense mechanism)
       

• This power is a glamour-based ability that inflicts extreme, body-contorting pain on Mischa's intended target - and from a distance. It requires only momentary eye contact for Mischa to secure the link that will provide him with the means to be able to send waves of agony into the body of the person(s) that he's got a mind to hurt. Though it works on all of the races, with vampires it might be a bit lessened depending on that vampire's age and power level. The only time this is nullified would be if Mischa's 'fight or flight' instincts were made to kick in. At this time, his power strength would double or even triple - depending on how much threat is sensed - and would allow him to inflict a large burst of agony on his target that would aid him in getting out of that situation. 

Skills:

1. Jack of All Trades - He knows a little bit about how to do virtually anything.

2. Hyperintelligence - The boy has an abnormally high IQ, and this IQ grants him a higher level of understanding than most. As a result he is a very quick learner, is able to process information at a faster rate than most, and is able to often come up with solutions to problems that others fail to see and be one step ahead of most.

3. Survival Instincts ~ He's been on his own too long to not be aware of how to take care of himself. No matter what happens in the long run, one thing is for certain - Mischa won't be suffering for it. Mischa will /always/ land on his feet due to his well honed instincts.

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4. Sleight of Hand ~ His hands are exceptionally deft, and as a result of this he's able to perform anything from simple to more complex tricks that involve sleight of hand.

5. Ambidextrous ~ Some people are 'righties', some are 'lefties' - Mischa uses both hands with equal skill and nothing suffers for it.

6.Average Joe ~ Sure he can be seen as pretty, but 99% of the time Mischa blends easily into any crowd, not standing out to the point where anyone would notice his presence. This talent for blending in can come in handy when wallets start going missing from pockets.

7. Lockpicking - He can pick most simple lock mechanisms and a few more complex ones.

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8. Forgery (Handwriting) ~ He's a quick study of others' handwriting, and with little more than a small sample of it can quite accurately forge things like signatures, letters, or anything that requires said person's handwriting to be on it.

9. The Fight ~ Even with no formal training, years on the street have taught the dhampir how to place a well-aimed punch or kick - and what he lacks in skill he makes up for in sheer visciousness.

10. The Art of The Lie ~ Some people are good 'fibbers', it's true , but when it comes to telling lies, Mischa knows all the tricks to make it not only convincing, but believable.

Weaknesses:

1. Standard Dhampir weaknesses per site

2. Stunted ~ Being denied blood during his formative years saw to this - the young dhampir not quite developing as he should. As a result, he is smaller in stature than most men and never quite developed that extra knack that most of his race seems to have. Oh he still has all the standard benefits such as enhanced senses, strength, reflexes and speed - but that extra 'push' that most dhampir have in the form of a single 'special' ability is something that Mischa never quite managed to develop.

3. Sensitive Stomach ~He has to be cautious of how much he eats and how much blood he drinks as a result of being denied so often. Over eating can cause some pretty severe digestive upset as he has difficulty properly digesting things anyway.

4. Size ~ He's much smaller than your average man, and because of this, he seems to invite trouble from bigger men looking to prove how tough they are. This is not something that he's unable to defend himself from, but he would cheerfully avoid such troubles if he could as these sorts of things can draw unwanted attention onto himself.

5. The Mirror Effect ~ (In relation to: Infliction)
      

• When employed on a vampire with a glamor- based specialized ability that is NOT actually standardized glamor (ie: Kaiser Van Hasselt's Vampiric Glamor or Zeo's Mass Glamor), the saying 'I'm rubber, you're glue - whatever you say to me bounces off me and sticks to you' applies. He will not succeed in causing that vampire pain, but will instead inflict the pain on himself. 

6. Battery Drain ~ (In relation to: Infliction)

• On the occasions that he experiences that surge of strength in his ability, Mischa is usually left with a very limited amount of time during which he can get himself somewhere safe enough to crash for a few hours - because much like an adrenaline rush, once that rush of power is over and done with it leaves him wiped. And when he does crash, he crashes so thoroughly that there is very little awareness left of what's going on in the outside world. This puts him in an extreme state of vulnerability as anything could happen and he would not be his usual alert self. 

Personality:

Immoral, Conscienceless, Practical , Selfish , Cynical , Occasionally kind-hearted or possessing of so-called 'good intentions' (very conditional) , Skewed , Intelligent, Observant, Street Smart , Cocky (at times)

Brief History:

Abomination, devil's tool - these were the things that Mischa grew up hearing in regards to himself, though his father was always careful to say such things only when they were alone. After all, what good would it do to let the world know that "The Reverend" John Amesbury had done the unthinkable and lain with a demon - a vampire.

He should have run from Elspeth LaCroix when she batted those asbsurdly long lashes at him, but he'd been hooked from the moment she smiled - and he could only blame it on some spell that she'd woven around him with that vampire 'magic' of hers. That /had/ to be what had him agreeing to bed down with her so quickly...had to be what made her seem so irresistable. Still, at the time he hadn't seen the harm in such a thing. He'd certainly never dreamed that the monster could become pregnant...no, /his/ God would never allow for such a twisting of natural law. Humans procreated that way,humans were the 'natural' race. Vampires were a pestilence on this planet, a parasite that fed on God's children the way the Devil fed off the Good Man's soul. The next night, when she was gone John Amesbury was relieved, and that was putting it mildly. That, he thought, would be that and he'd never have to see hide nor hair of her again and perhaps if he prayed twice a day, God would grant him peace and absolution for his momentary lapse in judgement. Surely he couldn't be blamed when he was clearly a victim of devil-craft rather than the lusts of the flesh.

Needless to say, when Elspeth appeared on his door step nine months later with a baby swaddled in her arms and tears in her beautiful brown eyes, John was surprised. So surprised that he actually allowed her to speak her peace. The child, she said, was his...and though it was one she desperately wanted to keep and love, her father was proud. Proud and hateful towards the 'half-breed mongrels' that the dhampir were to most of the high and mighty pure born vampires that Elspeth had kept company with. Please, she begged, please if he could /just/ care for their baby, keep him safe and hidden, she would do anything he asked. Anything at all, she was just /that/ desperate. Now, he couldn't say what had made him agree to such a thing, as every fiber of his all too religious being cried out against it. But there was something, he thought, something in the baby's all too innocent eyes that had him believing that it was possible the child could be 'saved'. So yes, he'd taken the baby in - and if anything untoward came to happen to the woman that had helped him create him, well John knew nothing about that. His only concern was raising the child 'right', in full view of the Holy Father, Son and Spirit.

Mischa's growing years were painful ones. Years of denial - both in affection and blood. Baby fangs were filed down repeatedly, preventing Mischa from even trying to sate the hunger that constantly gnawed at him on his own. The most basic of touches between his 'natural' (aka human) siblings and himself were forbidden and only ever rewarded with violence. Eventually Mischa got the hint and began to actively avoid such things, any need or desire he felt to have a hug internalized as he saw no need to put himself in constant danger. At thirteen, Mischa got his first taste of human blood...a taste that wound up being nearly fatal for the victim as Mischa found that as soon as the first droplet of the substance touched his tongue he lost all sense of control. Leaving the girl crumpled and alone in an alley known to be populated by the homeless, Mischa felt he had no choice but to leave - and really, wasn't all that broken up about the decision to run away as he should have been. All his life he'd been basically on his own anyway, so he might as well be /really/ on his own.

He spent the next several years of his new life in constant migration, never staying in one place for long and earning his next meal in whatever way he saw fit. Luckily, he never starved as he was a fast study. His talents often came into play, and he used them to prey on the soft-hearted marks that bought him his supper - his sweetly innocent face and his small size not revealing to others how dangerous he could truly be. It wasn't until he found himself in District Three the warmer weather making it easier for him to stick to the streets. Currently he resides somewhere in the vicinity of the small park across the street from Sunnyview, though saying he 'resides' anywhere is a bit vague as he often moves his space of occupation to keep from being harassed.

[Zeo DiPaulo]

On-Site Relations:

• Xavier Corinthos
    
• Xavier is a dhampir that tends to make Mischa act...differently than he might be inclined to with others. It was this matter of curiosity that inspired him to agree to meet with Xavier after their initial meeting, and strangely enough he found the fascination only growing. Their first two meetings went well, though only 'business' was discussed, and though the taller dhampir hasn't said as much - Mischa is of the understanding that Xavier is a sort with big plans, and that he plans on having Mischa help him see these plans to fruition.
• A strange dynamic has developed on the third of their meetings. Mischa let a bit of his truer self slip through the cracks, a bit of curiosity at what Xavier might choose to do with his more dominant, real nature spawning the idea. Surprisingly, Xavier responded quite well to it. Indeed, so well that Mischa must admit that he's practically aching for another chance at more of the same. He's also come to recognize that aside from the usual hint of curiosity, there is an element to his fascination with the older dhampir that has never come into play before. There is /emotion/ present. Real, undefinable, undeniably warm /emotion/. Rather than balk at this, Mischa's decided to see where this sort of thing might lead him - and yet still maintains that in regards to the 'cause' (as he has come to know it by), he will ever be Xavier's submissive soldier, rather than his dominant as Mischa wants that aspect of things to be far more personal. 

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