Post by Michael Smith on Mar 6, 2013 16:27:59 GMT -5
{MICHAEL JIM SMITH}
Name: {Michael Jim Smith}[/b][/color]Fairytales}
Nicknames: {Various names he comes up with for crimes. They mostly relate to fairytale characters. For example: W.K.D. Queen (Wicked Queen), M.A. Leficent (Maleficent), H.A. Des (Hades), etc. etc. etc.}
Age: {Twenty-nine years old}
Occupation: {Criminal/Mastermind}
Eye color: {Brown}
Hair color: {Brown}
Playby: {Andrew Scott}
Canon/Original: {Original}
Powers: {None}
Parents: {Jonathan 'John' Martin Smith} {Jane Mary Smith}
Siblings: {N.O. Treal} {N.O. Treal}
Children: {P.R. Etend} {P.R. Etend}
Other: {Disney - Influence.}
Likes:
{Villains (fairytale villains, primarily)}
{Words}
{Games - word games, mind games, etc.}
{Tea}
{Crowns}
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Dislikes:
{Fairytale heroes/knights}
{People not playing his games}
{Coffee}
{Being inside locked rooms}
{Enclosed spaces}[/ul]
Personality: {Adaptable, unpredictable, intelligent; three accurate words for Mister Michael Smith. Obsessed with fairy tales and looking to escape as far from reality as possible without the use of narcotics or alcohol, Michael Smith is somewhat arrogant, somewhat narcissistic and somewhat charming. He could easily be considered vain and enjoys smugly looking in reflective objects and straightening out his clothes. Indeed, he takes great pride in his appearance and in appearance in general. If he is doing something, he will make sure it looks its best. It does not matter if it is a small thing, such as putting clothes away, or a big things, such as robbing a bank. It will look however he wants it to look. Everything is planned to the last detail, regardless of what it is.
Michael is creative, inventive and sarcastic. His creativity means that he cannot leave anything plain. If something is plain then it is ordinary. If something is ordinary then it is boring. If it it extraordinary then it is not boring and therefore he is happy with it. His inventive side gives him things to do. It is partially inventive and partially imaginative. He is often lost in his imagination, though, envisioning his next action... This is something that helps with his inventive urges, as it gives him something to use for his outlet. His sarcasm is more of a shield than anything else. He finds it difficult to talk to people who aren't like him and so uses sarcasm to protect himself from assumed boredom. He is good at judging who he would enjoy talking to and often uses that as a way to decide whether or not to be highly sarcastic. The sarcasm is not reserved for 'ordinary people', though. He uses it against those he sees as enjoyable to talk to in order to see their reactions.
Despite not seeming like much of a team player, Michael can work with others. Though he prefers to keep what he's doing completely to himself, he is sometimes comfortable with handing over control to others. This is not due to trusting them, though, as he will write down everything they need to do before giving over control. He actually doesn't trust people. It's hard to get him to discuss anything from his past, and when he does, it isn't completely obvious as to whether he's telling the truth or not. He is manipulative, seemingly charismatic, and confident.
Despite being charismatic, confident, charming and arrogant, Michael can pretend to be the complete opposite. He does this only when he has to, though has been known to do this just to mess with people. He enjoys games - word games, mind games, they're both the same to him - and often uses them to discover more about someone. He uses reactions, actions and small movements as gauges in order to decide whether he is able to like each particular person or not. Like is not the same for Michael in terms of people as it is for everyone else. Others may call people 'acquaintances' at the same point in their relationships with others as Michael would say he liked them. It's less actual liking of someone and more tolerating of someone.
Overall, Michael is adaptable, arrogant, charming, charismatic, confident, controlling, creative, imaginative, independent, intelligent, intolerant (of everything but people), inventive, manipulative, neat, sarcastic, tolerant (of people), unpredictable and an escapist...}
History: {Born on the 19th of February, 1984 in Dublin, Ireland, Michael was the only child of Jonathan and Jane Smith. They too were only children, and so the only children he was brought up with were the neighbourhood children and his classmates, who he tolerated. Michael was always a slightly odd and distant child, preferring to read fairy tales over talking to other children. His entire childhood was quite a distant affair, all in all. His parents were distant from him, he was distant from other children, and stories were his escape. His parents first became distant from him when he was four. His mother had a miscarriage, giving her depression, and his father was struggling to cope with a child and a depressed wife. This was around the time that Michael became independent and hid in his stories and books.
His main hobby while growing up, other than reading, was writing. He would write of fantastical places which had a good, old fashioned villain. There would always be a twist, though. The twist, was that the hero never won. Every time, the villain outsmarted the hero. Every time, someone important died and the hero lost. At the age of nine, Michael was asked by a teacher why the hero always lost, to which he replied 'They always win. In fairy tales, they always win. I don't like it. It's not fair. So I make it fair. I make them lose. I will always make them lose'. His teacher spoke to his parents about it, and they brushed it off as him having an overactive imagination.
When he was eleven, Michael threw a book at someone. They had been bothering him for five minutes, constantly bothering him. It was a break time and so they were in a playground. He had been tolerant of the child up until his patience broke and he launched the book at his head. Fortunately, it had stopped the student from bothering him. Unfortunately, he'd fallen backwards and hit his head on the stairs the pair were on. Michael had shown no signs of remorse and instead collected his book from where it had landed then sat back in exactly the same spot as before and continued reading. He had a habit, after that time, of always staying where he'd been when something happened. Even if he had to get something back - like his book - then he would remain at the scene. This confused all of his teachers, as he'd be completely calm despite them knowing that he'd done whatever it was that had been done. It was sometimes assumed that he was staying behind to make sure whoever else was involved was okay, though it wasn't that at all. He stayed behind because he liked it. He liked talking to them. He liked telling them what was probably going to happen to them. He liked scaring them, if possible. The other person never told anyone what he had said to them, though, and Michael was happy to let people think he had even a little remorse in his body.
This behaviour followed him into high school, though he also learned how to adapt to people and how to manipulate people. Countless times, he manipulated teachers, other students, even people just walking past into doing whatever he wanted - within reason. One such time was when a student was annoying him, so he planted a suggestion in his teacher's mind and watched his teacher do exactly as he'd said. It was then that Michael learned the power of suggestion. The power of suggesting an idea and watching the person the suggestion had been planted in mull it over as it slowly consumed their thoughts... And he enjoyed it. He enjoyed watching it happen. He began to use this more. He began to use it as a distraction from his life, though continued his obsessive reading of stories and fairy tales.
At the age of sixteen, Michael killed his father. Jonathan Smith had come home drunk and told Michael to leave the living room and take his 'trashy heaps of shit' - his books - with him. When Michael refused and continued reading, his father hit him. A number of weeks passed before, in retaliation, Michael - inspired by Sleeping Beauty - poisoned a needle with aconite and then watched his father as his body slowly shut down, leaving him alive until he stopped breathing. Due to the fact that the post-mortem said that he'd died from asphyxia, they couldn't charge either Jane or Michael with his murder. Michael had planned the entire thing, though, but not on paper. He'd planned it in his mind... How he would rip his father's trousers. How he would be the one to give his father the needle once his mother had gone to bed. How he would be wearing gloves, and therefore wouldn't be poisoned. How, of course, he would stay and watch and talk to his father while he was paralysed and tell him what was happening, what would happen, and why it had to happen. He quite enjoyed it, really... The power he had over his father. The fact that he could tell his father couldn't remember. The fact that he had researched it all and knew what he needed to. He had quite enjoyed it.
Michael left high school at sixteen and got a job. It was a boring job which he soon quit because of the ordinary people. Because of the boring people who whined, and complained, and were generally sources of annoyance for Michael. This went on for a number of years; Michael getting a job, spending a number of weeks to a number of month at the job, quitting because it bore him or because the people bore him or because he just couldn't be bothered with it anymore. It continued like this until he was twenty two, when he decided that he was even more bored of it all and stopped going for jobs. He began working as an assassin, instead. He never used a gun, though. He used poisons and fairy tale-inspired methods such as drowning (the Little Mermaid), cutting up (Little Red Riding Hood), cooking/burning (Hansel and Gretel), and smoke inhalation followed by burning (Rumplestiltskin - he wasn't expecting the house to burn).
And so he did this for four years and became an assassin for hire. He also became a criminal for hire and moved out of his mother's house for somewhere else in Dublin. He was rarely caught, given that he used hard to trace methods and was rarely there for the crime. A lot of the time, he was only brought into something to help with planning, as Michael had a gift when it came to planning a crime and giving his customers whatever they asked for in terms of entries, the actual crimes, and escapes - along with murders, of course.
But one day, when he was twenty six, he heard of a place called Gotham. Once of his customers - clients - was from Gotham and mentioned that Michael would probably do well there, given that it was filled to the brim with criminals and mobs and such. At this time, there was no Batman, no vigilantes, no one for Michael to worry about. It took him roughly a year to decide that he was going to move to Gotham, and did so at the age of twenty seven. He didn't continue his previous job, though. Well, he did, but on the side. His main priority was to get used to Gotham. He had lived in Dublin for over twenty years (twenty two, to be precise) before he became a professional criminal, and so decided that he would lie low and keep out of the way. As he did this, vigilantes and super criminals began popping up everywhere, and so Michael had to get used to them as well... And that is what he's been doing for the past three years. He has been doing small crimes on the side - planning to break into a steal from a bank multiple times here (because Gotham has a lot of banks to break into) and an assassination or fifteen there - but mainly laying low and getting used to everything and, if all has gone to his own plans, not drawing any attention to himself or his crimes...}
RP Sample: {He smiled softly, watching them all. They were funny little people, with funny little brains and funny little thoughts. They were all so ordinary, so boring. It was funny in a sad yet angering way. About as funny as a hole in the head would be. That wasn't his way, though, he reminded himself as he whistled Beethoven's 5th Symphony to himself and looked up at a CCTV camera. A moment passed before alarms sounded and he smiled softly to himself while chewing on his gum casually while people panicked around him. So much screaming. So much fear. So much panic... He pulled his iPod out of his pocket, put his headphones in, and walked up to a glass case.
He was at a museum, looking down at what seemed to be a crown. He pressed play on his iPod and smiled as Beethoven's 5th Symphony played in his ears. He danced a little as he moved around the area. He practically skipped to the nearest fire extinguisher before he picked it up and began spinning with it to the case. He paused, looked at the crown as the music got quieter, softer, and then proceeded to smash the extinguisher into the glass in time with the music.
Smash
Smash
Smash
Smash
He grinned, threw the extinguisher to the side, then retrieved the crown while giving a hum of approval. Yes, it was worth it. He glanced at the CCTV, nodded, and put the crown onto his head. His arms went out to his sides and, turning on the spot, was met by a group of guards with weapons drawn.
"It would be a shame to damage this crown..." He stated, looking a little disappointed in them all as he moved to pick up the scepter which went with the crown. "But then again, I'm not putting it back." He told them, looking at them all in turn before he raised an eyebrow. "And neither are you."
"What do you-" He was cut off by a shot to the head from behind. Michael looked at the rest of them and smiled.
"I think you understand, yes?" He asked, waiting for each one to nod before he gave a grin and nodded as well. "You're all going to die. The CCTV will be wiped. I will get away and no one will catch me." He told them then nodded again. Three shots later, he had pulled a pair of gloves from his pocket, a packet of aconite from the other pocket, and was placing some in each mouth along with a chunk of red apple while humming Beethoven's 5th Symphony into the air cheerfully.
They were funny little people, with funny little brains and funny little thoughts... And they were all dead.}
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