Post by Mello on Apr 23, 2010 19:07:32 GMT -8
Welcome to your fate.
It's my life
Full Name: Mihael Ivan Keehl
Alias(s): Mello, and secondarily Viktor, Harry or Nathan
Gender: Male
Age: 20
What Language(s) do you speak: Slovenian, Russian, Italian, English, French, Latin, German, Japanese
Full Name: Mihael Ivan Keehl
Alias(s): Mello, and secondarily Viktor, Harry or Nathan
Gender: Male
Age: 20
What Language(s) do you speak: Slovenian, Russian, Italian, English, French, Latin, German, Japanese
It's now or never
Enemies: Near, anyone who gets in his way, Kira
Dreams/Life Goals: Get rid of Near and Kira, be the best, be able to relax and live in peace for more than a day, get a good night's sleep
Hobbies: Guns, Matt, ordering people around, chocolate, Matt, guns
Enemies: Near, anyone who gets in his way, Kira
Dreams/Life Goals: Get rid of Near and Kira, be the best, be able to relax and live in peace for more than a day, get a good night's sleep
Hobbies: Guns, Matt, ordering people around, chocolate, Matt, guns
I ain't gonna live forever
Strengths: Guns, hissy fits, screaming, giving orders, running, cars, persuasion, motorcycles
Weakness: Matt, chocolate, video games, Matty, being nice to other people besides Matt, expressing himself with positive emotions, controlling himself, not being violent, opening up
Natural Talents: Charmingness, bossiness, guns
Appearance:
Mello's appearance is his pride. He loves how he looks and preens himself endlessly throughout the day. His hair, one of his most prized traits, is golden like the wheat fields of Kansas. His hair is thin and pretty. Naturally straight, it is cut right above his shoulders and with bangs, a pageboy style. When he's cooking, doing manual work, or just feels like it (almost never does that happen; he shows off his hair like a peacock his feathers), he pulls it back into a ponytail. Of course, it's a tiny little ponytail, but it's out of his way. Always shiny and clean, Mello takes time everyday to shower and wash his hair. Any other way, he gets freaked out at his dirtying hair.
Mello's skin is subtly tanned from all the "work" he does outside plus the fact that he's naturally prone to the sun's rays. He has very delicate skin, and he is very careful about what gets on his skin. He hates to have unhealthy hair or skin. Mello's body is often littered with cuts and scars from his many operations in the mafia. He has a large burn running from his left eye down his whole left side, stopping at his hip.
Sharp, harsh angles are prominent in Mello's face. His defined cheekbones and jawline set his appearance as a European one. His mouth is small and thin, but is almost never closed for long. His piercing blue eyes rip into the consciousness of anyone they glance upon, picking apart their victims systematically before any actual interrogation occurs. Mello's hands are wrought with long, thin fingers, rough from handling a gun and yet smooth from the gentleness of a leather glove for so many years. Mello's body is toned, but not muscled.
Mello is a pretty boy. He's often mistaken for a girl (not without consequence for the unfortunate one who confuses him with a girl) because of his feminine features and figure. It doesn't help that he clothes himself in skintight leather. Every day, he wears a cropped leather vest with drawstring leather pants. When it gets cold outside, he dons a long coat with a hood that has a furry inside. He is never seen without his rosary, which was his mother's once upon a time.
I just wanna live while I'm alive
Temperament:
Mello is, if he were to be described in one word, a bitch. He gets what he wants, when he wants it, or there will be hell to pay. He's an expert at getting pissed off and is not afraid to resort to violence when things don't go his way. People aren't warned or punished when they work for Mello. They get killed, or seriously injured. Mello doesn't care about the feelings of his employees. This is the mafia, not kindergarten. People get shot.
Stubborn is an element of Mello you simply cannot miss. He sets his mind on something and that's it. He won't be deterred. He's on track, and the Mello train is not stopping anytime soon. He's determined and holds his own. He gets what he wants. Although he likes instant success, he's okay as long as he gets to his objective eventually.
Ever since he was a little kid, Mello has been a devout Catholic. He doesn't practice so much that cursing and fighting is out of his boundaries, but he goes to church every Sunday, prays before bedtime and when he gets up, and he treasures his rosary. It's honestly the one material possession that he would cry for if lost. He values it enough to hurt someone to get it back, so be smart if you want to steal it, and DON'T.
Mello doesn't take well to emotion. He's not a kindhearted, caring guy. He's rough and cruel and he's known the evil in the world. More than that, he's experienced it firsthand. Because of this, he's well aware of the dangers associated with his "job." He doesn't make connections. To Mello, everyone is either an underling or a simple fuck. The only person he's ever cared about is Matt, and he left him behind at Wammy's. He didn't want to hurt Matt back then, and he doesn't want to hurt Matt now, either--but now, it's for completely different reasons. He hopes that Matt never finds him for two reasons: first, the shame at what he's had to do to get to where he is would be too much to face Matt, and second, he knew Matt would try to get involved with the mafia. He would never, ever let that happen. It's too dangerous.
Attention is one of the things Mello cannot live without. He has to be the center of someone's mind, or he's unsatisfied. He loves attention just as much as he loves chocolate. He doesn't care what anyone thinks, as long as they're thinking something about him.
Mello is very intelligent, and because of that, he's condescending. He knows he's not as smart as Near, but he compensates for that in that he is smarter than all of his mafia. He looks down on all of them. He treats others like crap, because to him, the whole world is crap besides Matt.
Mello gets upset and angry extremely fast. He's always pretty angry, but you do not want to push his buttons. Every day, he feels terrible for leaving Matt behind, but he never cries. Mello taught himself never to cry, no matter what happens. He became cold and unfeeling shortly after joining the mafia, learning swiftly that you couldn't get to the top if you acted like a pussy. He repressed all feelings that he dubbed as weaknesses, such as despair, love and happiness. He can never forget Matt and the love he had for his best friend, but he won't be feeling it again anytime soon because if Mello gets his way, he won't have to see Matt again.
History:
Mello was born in Izola, Slovenia on December 13, 1989. His mother was German, and his father Russian. He never knew his mother or father--his father was the leader of the Russian mafia, and his mother was a German whore. His mother fled to Slovenia after finding out she was pregnant, fearing the mafia coming after her. She got rid of Mello to the first orphanage she could find before disappearing back into the prostitution ring of Germany. For all Mello knows, she's been dead for years.
Mello lived in that orphanage until he was a child at the age of seven. At that time, Quillish Wammy found him and relocated him to the esteemed Wammy's House. His prestige as a young genius was in newspapers all over Europe, and Mr. Wammy took action to bring him to his own orphanage. Mello lived in Wammy's for two years, ranking first every month in the charts of test score averages, until Near came.
Mello hated Near. He was only seven, but he repeatedly ranked higher than Mello on the tests by only a point or a half point. Near was cool and distant, not responding to Mello's bullying and hostility once. This really pissed Mello off. He would bully and hit Near daily, but there was never a response. Mello didn't have any friends until Matt came.
Matt was a redhead with green eyes, but you would never know his eye color unless you were his roommate. Mello was. Matt always wore goggles, and Mello could never understand why. The day Matt arrived, Mello went up to him and announced that Matt was his best friend. Matt followed him ever since. Matt was a great friend. Mello loved to be around him. He could joke and play with Matt and not care what the other boy would think of him.
This blind joy went on for several years. When Mello was almost fifteen, L was killed by Kira. Mello wanted revenge, but he knew that Near was the one who could become L. He stayed at Wammy's for two more months before he decided that he couldn't take any more. It was always the same--Near was first, and he was second. Always, always, always. Mello hated it. L had told him of his father's heritage, and Mello opted to would set out on his own. He left, not leaving Matt any goodbye but a small note that said:
"Don't follow me. Be happy. -Mel"
He managed to contact the Russian mafia, but it seemed that he wasn't welcome. They told him that if he tried to reach them again, he would die. Seeing his heritage wouldn't help him there, he instead went to America (after months of saving up from dirt-cheap jobs). Once he reached the most famous city in the world--New York City--he began his search for organized crime. He did things he wasn't proud of doing--killing, stealing, lying and even selling his body to mafia members for leverage--but after a year and a half, he finally got into the mafia. Before long, he had gained his place as the leader of the American mob in New York by bringing the leader the head of a rival gang leader. From there, his power kept growing and growing.
Before long, Mello found himself in LA, with a wonderful set of connections all around the world. He has money and he's on the right track to beat Near in the race for Kira.
Rp Sample:
The days have started to blend together. Mello's leads all seem to point the same way. He doesn't have the advantage of being in the center of the action. He's not in Japan, like perfect little Near. He's in LA, and that doesn't help. The days all appear to repeat themselves: Mello wakes up, works on the Kira case, gets nowhere, pitches a fit, shoots something (occasionally someone), then goes for a ride on his bike to calm down before going to bed. It's not boring or depressing that everything is so repetitive until Mello gets into bed and thinks about it. Until he realizes that the days are always the same, it doesn't even occur to him. That's the circumstance now. Mihael Keehl is lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking.
He thinks about the Kira case, wondering if Near is any farther along in the case than he is. The thought of Near brings a grimace to Mello's face, and he throws his sheets off, sitting on the side of his bed. He's dressed in boxer briefs that look like they almost never get worn--Mello's style is commando, and he rarely sleeps alone, so they don't usually get worn--and no shirt. He stands from the bed and walks over to a chair, collapsing into it and grabbing a chocolate bar from the table beside it. He glances at a case file, and picks it up, unwrapping his Godiva bar after the case file is in his lap.
He gets through a page of the file before his thoughts wander to something he hasn't allowed himself to think of in a while. He thinks of Matt. His best friend, his most loyal follower.... and the boy he abandoned. There was no way to sugarcoat it; Mello left the ginger behind in the most cruel of ways. He didn't tell him, didn't share the death of L with his closest friend, and didn't even hint that he was going to run away. He hardly even left a note. He left Matt two sentences, neither of which explanations. He left him orders. Was that all he ever did? Give Matt orders? Tell him what to do? What kind of friendship was built on that?
Mello rubbed his eyes, trying not to let his emotions surface. Thinking about Matt always made him upset. He briefly wished that Matt was here with him. Matt always knew what to do to calm him down. He wished he could have Matt's soothing, calm tone to tell him that everything was fine. He wished Matt was here to steal chocolate from the kitchen for him--it would be even more delicious than what he had now if Matt had gotten it just for him, even if it was shit like Hershey's. But then he remembered where he was, and forgot those silly desires. Matt couldn't be here. Mello wouldn't be able to live with himself if Matt got hurt. Matt was safe, he was back home in England. He had to be.
Mello wished he'd at least told Matt why he'd left. Matt must hate him now. Thinking about it, Mello realized that it would be better if Matt hated him. If the redhead hated him, he wouldn't go after him, and that was best. Mello would die of guilt if Matt got involved with the mafia. He never wanted to see Matt again, because eventually, the secrets would have to come out. The murders, the prostitution, everything he was ashamed of doing would have to reach Matt's ears at one point.
Selling his body to men decades older than him had been anything but fun. It was painful, and it hurt his pride. It didn't help that the men were, more often than not, sadistic and cruel. Some of them just wanted to hear him scream. It hurt, and it was never pleasurable, because he was betraying his Lord every single time he went to another's bed. The hours spent in confession and church were always increasing, his guilt and hate for himself ruling his life.
Mello snapped a piece of chocolate from his bar and ate it slowly, trying so hard not to scream or, even worse, cry. He walked out of his room, grabbing his gun from the dresser, and went off to find an underling to get rid of.
It's My Life
Strengths: Guns, hissy fits, screaming, giving orders, running, cars, persuasion, motorcycles
Weakness: Matt, chocolate, video games, Matty, being nice to other people besides Matt, expressing himself with positive emotions, controlling himself, not being violent, opening up
Natural Talents: Charmingness, bossiness, guns
Appearance:
Mello's appearance is his pride. He loves how he looks and preens himself endlessly throughout the day. His hair, one of his most prized traits, is golden like the wheat fields of Kansas. His hair is thin and pretty. Naturally straight, it is cut right above his shoulders and with bangs, a pageboy style. When he's cooking, doing manual work, or just feels like it (almost never does that happen; he shows off his hair like a peacock his feathers), he pulls it back into a ponytail. Of course, it's a tiny little ponytail, but it's out of his way. Always shiny and clean, Mello takes time everyday to shower and wash his hair. Any other way, he gets freaked out at his dirtying hair.
Mello's skin is subtly tanned from all the "work" he does outside plus the fact that he's naturally prone to the sun's rays. He has very delicate skin, and he is very careful about what gets on his skin. He hates to have unhealthy hair or skin. Mello's body is often littered with cuts and scars from his many operations in the mafia. He has a large burn running from his left eye down his whole left side, stopping at his hip.
Sharp, harsh angles are prominent in Mello's face. His defined cheekbones and jawline set his appearance as a European one. His mouth is small and thin, but is almost never closed for long. His piercing blue eyes rip into the consciousness of anyone they glance upon, picking apart their victims systematically before any actual interrogation occurs. Mello's hands are wrought with long, thin fingers, rough from handling a gun and yet smooth from the gentleness of a leather glove for so many years. Mello's body is toned, but not muscled.
Mello is a pretty boy. He's often mistaken for a girl (not without consequence for the unfortunate one who confuses him with a girl) because of his feminine features and figure. It doesn't help that he clothes himself in skintight leather. Every day, he wears a cropped leather vest with drawstring leather pants. When it gets cold outside, he dons a long coat with a hood that has a furry inside. He is never seen without his rosary, which was his mother's once upon a time.
I just wanna live while I'm alive
Temperament:
Mello is, if he were to be described in one word, a bitch. He gets what he wants, when he wants it, or there will be hell to pay. He's an expert at getting pissed off and is not afraid to resort to violence when things don't go his way. People aren't warned or punished when they work for Mello. They get killed, or seriously injured. Mello doesn't care about the feelings of his employees. This is the mafia, not kindergarten. People get shot.
Stubborn is an element of Mello you simply cannot miss. He sets his mind on something and that's it. He won't be deterred. He's on track, and the Mello train is not stopping anytime soon. He's determined and holds his own. He gets what he wants. Although he likes instant success, he's okay as long as he gets to his objective eventually.
Ever since he was a little kid, Mello has been a devout Catholic. He doesn't practice so much that cursing and fighting is out of his boundaries, but he goes to church every Sunday, prays before bedtime and when he gets up, and he treasures his rosary. It's honestly the one material possession that he would cry for if lost. He values it enough to hurt someone to get it back, so be smart if you want to steal it, and DON'T.
Mello doesn't take well to emotion. He's not a kindhearted, caring guy. He's rough and cruel and he's known the evil in the world. More than that, he's experienced it firsthand. Because of this, he's well aware of the dangers associated with his "job." He doesn't make connections. To Mello, everyone is either an underling or a simple fuck. The only person he's ever cared about is Matt, and he left him behind at Wammy's. He didn't want to hurt Matt back then, and he doesn't want to hurt Matt now, either--but now, it's for completely different reasons. He hopes that Matt never finds him for two reasons: first, the shame at what he's had to do to get to where he is would be too much to face Matt, and second, he knew Matt would try to get involved with the mafia. He would never, ever let that happen. It's too dangerous.
Attention is one of the things Mello cannot live without. He has to be the center of someone's mind, or he's unsatisfied. He loves attention just as much as he loves chocolate. He doesn't care what anyone thinks, as long as they're thinking something about him.
Mello is very intelligent, and because of that, he's condescending. He knows he's not as smart as Near, but he compensates for that in that he is smarter than all of his mafia. He looks down on all of them. He treats others like crap, because to him, the whole world is crap besides Matt.
Mello gets upset and angry extremely fast. He's always pretty angry, but you do not want to push his buttons. Every day, he feels terrible for leaving Matt behind, but he never cries. Mello taught himself never to cry, no matter what happens. He became cold and unfeeling shortly after joining the mafia, learning swiftly that you couldn't get to the top if you acted like a pussy. He repressed all feelings that he dubbed as weaknesses, such as despair, love and happiness. He can never forget Matt and the love he had for his best friend, but he won't be feeling it again anytime soon because if Mello gets his way, he won't have to see Matt again.
History:
Mello was born in Izola, Slovenia on December 13, 1989. His mother was German, and his father Russian. He never knew his mother or father--his father was the leader of the Russian mafia, and his mother was a German whore. His mother fled to Slovenia after finding out she was pregnant, fearing the mafia coming after her. She got rid of Mello to the first orphanage she could find before disappearing back into the prostitution ring of Germany. For all Mello knows, she's been dead for years.
Mello lived in that orphanage until he was a child at the age of seven. At that time, Quillish Wammy found him and relocated him to the esteemed Wammy's House. His prestige as a young genius was in newspapers all over Europe, and Mr. Wammy took action to bring him to his own orphanage. Mello lived in Wammy's for two years, ranking first every month in the charts of test score averages, until Near came.
Mello hated Near. He was only seven, but he repeatedly ranked higher than Mello on the tests by only a point or a half point. Near was cool and distant, not responding to Mello's bullying and hostility once. This really pissed Mello off. He would bully and hit Near daily, but there was never a response. Mello didn't have any friends until Matt came.
Matt was a redhead with green eyes, but you would never know his eye color unless you were his roommate. Mello was. Matt always wore goggles, and Mello could never understand why. The day Matt arrived, Mello went up to him and announced that Matt was his best friend. Matt followed him ever since. Matt was a great friend. Mello loved to be around him. He could joke and play with Matt and not care what the other boy would think of him.
This blind joy went on for several years. When Mello was almost fifteen, L was killed by Kira. Mello wanted revenge, but he knew that Near was the one who could become L. He stayed at Wammy's for two more months before he decided that he couldn't take any more. It was always the same--Near was first, and he was second. Always, always, always. Mello hated it. L had told him of his father's heritage, and Mello opted to would set out on his own. He left, not leaving Matt any goodbye but a small note that said:
"Don't follow me. Be happy. -Mel"
He managed to contact the Russian mafia, but it seemed that he wasn't welcome. They told him that if he tried to reach them again, he would die. Seeing his heritage wouldn't help him there, he instead went to America (after months of saving up from dirt-cheap jobs). Once he reached the most famous city in the world--New York City--he began his search for organized crime. He did things he wasn't proud of doing--killing, stealing, lying and even selling his body to mafia members for leverage--but after a year and a half, he finally got into the mafia. Before long, he had gained his place as the leader of the American mob in New York by bringing the leader the head of a rival gang leader. From there, his power kept growing and growing.
Before long, Mello found himself in LA, with a wonderful set of connections all around the world. He has money and he's on the right track to beat Near in the race for Kira.
Rp Sample:
The days have started to blend together. Mello's leads all seem to point the same way. He doesn't have the advantage of being in the center of the action. He's not in Japan, like perfect little Near. He's in LA, and that doesn't help. The days all appear to repeat themselves: Mello wakes up, works on the Kira case, gets nowhere, pitches a fit, shoots something (occasionally someone), then goes for a ride on his bike to calm down before going to bed. It's not boring or depressing that everything is so repetitive until Mello gets into bed and thinks about it. Until he realizes that the days are always the same, it doesn't even occur to him. That's the circumstance now. Mihael Keehl is lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking.
He thinks about the Kira case, wondering if Near is any farther along in the case than he is. The thought of Near brings a grimace to Mello's face, and he throws his sheets off, sitting on the side of his bed. He's dressed in boxer briefs that look like they almost never get worn--Mello's style is commando, and he rarely sleeps alone, so they don't usually get worn--and no shirt. He stands from the bed and walks over to a chair, collapsing into it and grabbing a chocolate bar from the table beside it. He glances at a case file, and picks it up, unwrapping his Godiva bar after the case file is in his lap.
He gets through a page of the file before his thoughts wander to something he hasn't allowed himself to think of in a while. He thinks of Matt. His best friend, his most loyal follower.... and the boy he abandoned. There was no way to sugarcoat it; Mello left the ginger behind in the most cruel of ways. He didn't tell him, didn't share the death of L with his closest friend, and didn't even hint that he was going to run away. He hardly even left a note. He left Matt two sentences, neither of which explanations. He left him orders. Was that all he ever did? Give Matt orders? Tell him what to do? What kind of friendship was built on that?
Mello rubbed his eyes, trying not to let his emotions surface. Thinking about Matt always made him upset. He briefly wished that Matt was here with him. Matt always knew what to do to calm him down. He wished he could have Matt's soothing, calm tone to tell him that everything was fine. He wished Matt was here to steal chocolate from the kitchen for him--it would be even more delicious than what he had now if Matt had gotten it just for him, even if it was shit like Hershey's. But then he remembered where he was, and forgot those silly desires. Matt couldn't be here. Mello wouldn't be able to live with himself if Matt got hurt. Matt was safe, he was back home in England. He had to be.
Mello wished he'd at least told Matt why he'd left. Matt must hate him now. Thinking about it, Mello realized that it would be better if Matt hated him. If the redhead hated him, he wouldn't go after him, and that was best. Mello would die of guilt if Matt got involved with the mafia. He never wanted to see Matt again, because eventually, the secrets would have to come out. The murders, the prostitution, everything he was ashamed of doing would have to reach Matt's ears at one point.
Selling his body to men decades older than him had been anything but fun. It was painful, and it hurt his pride. It didn't help that the men were, more often than not, sadistic and cruel. Some of them just wanted to hear him scream. It hurt, and it was never pleasurable, because he was betraying his Lord every single time he went to another's bed. The hours spent in confession and church were always increasing, his guilt and hate for himself ruling his life.
Mello snapped a piece of chocolate from his bar and ate it slowly, trying so hard not to scream or, even worse, cry. He walked out of his room, grabbing his gun from the dresser, and went off to find an underling to get rid of.
It's My Life
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It's my life lyrics (c) to BON JOVI
Character Template (c) To Matt and Mello
It's my life lyrics (c) to BON JOVI
Character Template (c) To Matt and Mello
