Michael Patrick WIP

[Genocide]

Basic Information

Name:
Michael Patrick
Nickname(s):
Mike
Age:
25
Height:
5' 9"
Weight:
167 Lbs
Blood Type:
O+
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Eye Color:
Green
Hair:
Brown

Pass Time Information

Hobbies:
Cards, poker or Texas Hold 'Em. Writing, reading philosophy books, smoking cigarettes.
Talents:
Has a steady hand, high pain tolerance and good intuition. Memorizing things comes easy. 
Favorite things:
Dogs, Planes and Martial Arts and Knife fighting.
Miscellaneous:
Likes to play flight simulator video games, like Ace Combat.

Mental Information

Personality:
Stoic, doesn't make waves much. Also somewhat secretive. He hates drama and as such has been regarded as anti social in the past, but actually has a warmer side, he just keeps it guarded.
Mentality:
A meticulous planner, he obsesses over details and keeps his mind moving. Even if he still and silent, his mind is often moving forward on something.
Ideal:
Do your best and plan meticulously. The best plans are secret until their execution.
Belief:
God will deliver you.

Physical Information

Build: Athletic
Defining Marks:
A bullet scar on the right arm, not usually seen since he wears long sleeve shirts.
Description:
His face is defined by a strong jawline and a beard. His hair is shoulder length and eyes are piercing. With broad shoulders and muscled body, the result of training in the military. 

History Information

History: He grew up in California near the coast, he had a childhood hobby of going to the beach flying stunt kites with his father, who was a US Marine. When his father left the military he took its values with him and impressed them on his son Michael. He grew up in a structured environment, not having a lot of friends, but the few he did possess stuck with him. His father would often times chide him for playing instead of studying, and although he loved his father, he would sometimes reject his mentorship. His mother on the other hand was a strange individual, often times talking about the paranormal experiences she had while growing up in Missouri. She would often times claim to be able to perceive auras, and would take Michael aside, away from his father and tell him about her perceptions of him. She would say things like, "You have a strange energy about you son. I can feel your presence from the other side of the house." 

This was not the first time Michael had felt different from others, he would sometimes have strange dreams, premonitions. He would sometimes have a dream of future events, not knowing when they were to occur, but being able to remember it clearly after waking up. This led to no kind of gerrymandering of future events on his part, as his dreams were never really specific about when things would occur, but ever so often he would get a profound sense of Deja Vu while conducting his everyday affairs. This always put him on edge, as he was constantly looking for the scenes he would dream in his everyday life, he wouldn't talk much and so people generally left him alone. He had a knack for going unnoticed and it seemed to not bother him. He had better things to do, like read. He was an avid reader, reading large and complex texts from a young age. Plato, Niccolo Machiavelli, Darwin, and Thomas Aquinas, he had a flair for the classics. 

Fast forward several years and he was in high school, he was in the ROTC and liked it. He fit in well with the other cadets and had a penchant for military history and tactics. It was around this time that his father began training him in martial arts. By the time he graduated he knew what he wanted to do, be a Marine like his father. His mother protested, saying he could do so much more than just be a baby killer, but Michael enjoyed the idea of serving something greater than himself. After graduation he enlisted in the USMC. He made it through boot, being noted for his aggressive hand-to-hand combat skills, and graduated with honors. He was all set for his first deployment, and then the upheaval happened. The Marines were on the front line of the fight, being sent to hot spots across the world. Often times being woefully under prepared for what they encountered. His unit participated in a massacre as Qi user stirred up a riot and began taking out random people. Due to the Qi user's ability they could not determine who was who, innocent, or foe. They fired indiscriminately killing random people. When it was all said and done they returned to the base; Michael was shaken. He could hardly believe what happened, the Qi user's ability was the ability to create illusions in the minds of those he saw. He projected images of deadly weapons and charging masses of people into their minds, thus provoking the massacre. To this day, Michael is unsure of what exactly happened, but this event is what spurred him to go AWOL and desert. It was a wise choice, since the Marines ended up taking heavy casualties. 

He found out he had Qi when deserting. He had to run from fellow marines and enemy combatants in order to survive. As he ran he was shot in the arm, giving him his iconic scar. Luckily the bullet flew straight through, missing his artery. As he took shelter behind a wall, he heard a ringing in his ears, and suddenly felt a vibration through his body.

"Is this shell shock?" Michael thought. He clutched his arm and the pain began to dull significantly. He could hear the shouts of old comrades following him, they were closing in. He had a sense of deja vu come over him and remembered a dream from his childhood. In the dream he saw a rainbow-colored floating orb come out of his body and float in front of him, he thought about sending it out to attack his foes. That's when he woke up from the dream. Now, the vibration had reached its peak and he focused on an orb shape, rays of light exited his body and swirled silently into an orb of oscillating, iridescent colors. "Me?! Qi? I can't fucking believe this, but I can't say it came at a better time." 

"Over there, I see a light!" A marine shouted. Michael knew what to do next, following the scene from his dream. He thought about sending the orb around the corner and making it explode. Lo and behold, the orb responded in kind, it zipped off around the corner, right in front of the three marines chasing Michael. "The fuck is that thing?" One of them yelled, the next thing Michael thought about was an explosion from the Orb and it blew up. There were some screams and a deafening roar, and a blast of fire jetted down the corridor past Michael. He stepped out a few seconds later to find blood splattered across the walls and body parts scattered up and down the way. It was a gruesome sight, "I can't believe this, I gotta get out of here!" He said. He then ripped his undershirt and tied it around his arm in an effort to stop the bleeding from the gunshot wound. He then booked it for the outskirts of the city and over the next several weeks made his way north into the forests of Oregon. There he laid low, using his survival training, knife, and new-found ability to sustain himself. He stayed there for months, waiting for things to quiet down. Eventually they did and he made his way back to civilization. Gradually rumors began circulating of how Qi users were overtaking the various national governments. As they organized themselves into territories Michael figured it was time to go somewhere and hone his ability to new heights. He was still sort of murky on how to control it after all. That's when he heard about the Cabal, and Zack Asiv. Sort of a messiah of Qi users who established territory 259.