Post by Myka Uriel Mills on Jun 17, 2014 10:24:03 GMT -5
Myka Uriel Mills,
"Judge me, I will understand
I'm ugly, only half a man
It's your country, and I'm contraband
Love me and I'll leave your land
When the under dogs rise again, I'll have my time"
I'm ugly, only half a man
It's your country, and I'm contraband
Love me and I'll leave your land
When the under dogs rise again, I'll have my time"
IF YOU STRIP ME,
what would you find?
what would you find?
full name;; Myka Uriel Mills.
nicknames;; Myka do not call him Mike.
gender;; Male
age;; Sixteen, sixth year.
sexual orientation;; Straight
occupation;; Student/'Contained' prisoner of the Ministry
blood type;; Half
house;; Slytherin
year;; 6th
nicknames;; Myka do not call him Mike.
gender;; Male
age;; Sixteen, sixth year.
sexual orientation;; Straight
occupation;; Student/'Contained' prisoner of the Ministry
blood type;; Half
house;; Slytherin
year;; 6th
BUILD ME UP,
or cut me down to size.
or cut me down to size.
play by;; Jacob Anderson
ethnicity;; Moroccan/Israeli
height;; 5'10
build;; Slim, skinny.
hair;; Buzz cut, short.
eyes;; Brown
distinguishing marks;; Scares cover his back, which is why he rarely if ever removes his shirt when others are around.
ethnicity;; Moroccan/Israeli
height;; 5'10
build;; Slim, skinny.
hair;; Buzz cut, short.
eyes;; Brown
distinguishing marks;; Scares cover his back, which is why he rarely if ever removes his shirt when others are around.
TAKE WHAT YOU WANT,
steal my pride, i'm still the same.
steal my pride, i'm still the same.
personality;; Myka has been forced into a quiet, hidden personality. All his life he was forced into solitude, thus he is untrusting of strangers, he is not aggressive -on purpose- nor would he pick a fight with anyone. Quite often he will choose silence over conversation as he believes silence should only be broken when it can be improved upon. He often does as he is told from not only people in authority but anyone in general, as he was taught to obey young, however he will listen to those he knows over strangers. He constantly has his guard up and refuses to drop it, he may do as he's told to an extent but he wont trust it, he is always on edge. He has given up on fighting but he will not be taken by surprise, he will see what comes at him, he will look the devil in the eyes.
strengths;;
animagus;; Unsure
goals;; Freedom.
secrets;; He would rather die than live the way he does now. He has given up.
strengths;;
- The ability to endure incredible amounts of pain.
- Very self disciplined and not easily baited.
- Physical fighting ability
- Uneducated, so he can look dim.
- Basic magic, though in him has eluded his grasp.
- More likely to take a beating, than fight back despite his ability.
- Music, he cant play to save his life but he likes to watch as others play. He enjoys watching more than even listening.
- Food, Myka when ever possible, will eat like a horse. Far more than normal people.
- The smell of grass.
- The ministry, his family, people in general.
- Being controlled, despite hating this he doesnt fight it anymore. He has given up.
- Alcohol or drugs of any kind, he will not take someone that can impair his judgement, so if someone attempts to push him he is likely to become short tempered.
- Belonging to The Ministry forever
- Hurting someone.
animagus;; Unsure
goals;; Freedom.
secrets;; He would rather die than live the way he does now. He has given up.
I'LL JUST SCREAM,
i'm only one voice in a million.
i'm only one voice in a million.
family;;
Adam Noori - Father - Half Blood Wizard - Moroccan blood
Abigail
Mills - Mother - Muggleborn - Israeli blood - Dead
Many half siblings, some he knows, others he doesnt.
marital status;; Single
history;; Adam Noori was alway problematic, he was abusive, aggressive and often simply rude, he would often use his power against those weaker than he was and claimed it was in the name of Allah. He believed whole heartedly that the power he shared with his mother was a gift from the heavens, that he was blessed, special to the others. As magical schooling in the middle east was unheard of or at least, rare Adam was not taught the traditional sense, however he was taught enough to become an aggressor. Abigail on the other hand was a quiet woman, mousey infact. She was born to a muggle family, and at first thought very differently to Adam, she did not assume she was blessed or special, she believed she was cursed and her family was being punished. When word got back to Israel of the man from Morocco that could preform such miracles, he was claiming to be a saint sent by the one true Allah. Abigail traveled weeks, selling what little she had to get to where he was, apparently she was one of the few that believed in his wild tales of magic and spiritual awakening, however by the time she was able to see him first hand he did have a small group of followers.
At first Adam liked the girl, she was younger than he was, well presented even if she was not attractive. Mainly though, he liked her for the way she looked at him, she believed he truely was their savior and in this he reveled. Of course it did not take long for Adam to take her to his bed, he was a prophet so she had to agree to his advances, Allah wanted her to. This though only made him treat her like a piece of meat. Abigail had hoped to marry this man, for him to father her children and the two to live together, spreading the word of Allah and living happily, she did not get what she wanted. After less than a year Abigail fell pregnant, which was a joyious occasion for both parties despite the obvious implications of them being unwed. Adam spoke of marriage, he spoke of love for his son and family, Abigail believed that this too was a blessing to bring her happiness. The promise of a son had Adam ready to bend a knee, he seemed genuine and many thought this would be enough to change him. A son of his own, to raise loved and powerful, magical like them both and full of spirit. Adam began to feel less like a prophet and more of a peice in a greater story. He was not the one to change the world it would be his son, born to TWO blessed magical people, this boy would be much like Jesus was. This was more than Adam could have hoped for. He would name the boy Micah, and he would do incredibly things.
During the birth however, everything changed. One of the Midwives stated halfway through that the child looked like a healthy baby girl. Instantly Adam felt his dreams come crashing down around him. His son was nonexistent, a daughter? Abigail tried to calm him from her position but was unable to hold back the screams of child birth, when she could she promised him it would be alright. A Daughter could be just as grand, a blessing, she said they could name Her Myka instead meaning 'Who is like God'. In a fit of rage, Adam cursed his wife. Black smoke filled the room, like a cyclone circling as she screamed once again in both fear and pain of the child that was now fighting to be born. As the smoke forced its way down her throat she gave one final push and her baby was born. In fear the midwives all trembled in the corner, leaving the now torched body of the woman who had only moments before been giving birth to lay limp while the only sound that could be heard was the wailing sound of a baby filled the air. Adam walked closer to the child, still slightly inside the woman he was ready to call wife with the intent of breaking its neck before he stopped and noticed something. Bending down to pull the child out completely the baby moved. He was a boy.
Before Adam could respond to this information the skin on the baby began to crack like blackened, burnt porcelain. Confused and disgusted Adam watched as the entire body of the naked boy formed cracks, that began to glow red from underneath, the wailing getting louder as the burning intensified. It was as though under the skin was a fire desperate to escape. It was clear to everyone in the room, the baby was a demon. Despite this Adam kept the baby, he never got the name Micah that had been originally for him, but he did get Myka, exceptionally similar in pronunciation despite one being traditionally male the other female. It wasnt the name though, it was the meaning behind refusing to give the boy the name that he had hoped would become the next prophet of the lord. This boy was Adam's punishment, yes he would let it live but he would NOT give it the name he had wanted for son he would love.
Early childhood was a lonely and painful one for Myka, his father would ignore him and continued on his original path of 'righteousness', the only attention the boy got was constant beatings. No other children would go near him, the rumors of the demon boy whose skin would burn hot to touch when angered spread and evolved until he was seen as the devil himself. It took Adam nine years to have had enough, he wanted to be seen as powerful and loved by Allah yet he sported around a cursed child that was demonically possessed. Despite knowing his sin, Adam took the boy on one of his spiritual journeys, through Morocco and to Libya before he dumped the boy out in the middle of nowhere and left. If he had of killed his own it would have caused him far worse a punishment than the abandonment.
A homeless child on the streets of Libya was nothing new to see, however what came next got attention. One touch, whilst very... Very angry was all it took for a muggle to drop, burning from the inside out, leaving a charred blackened corpse. Myka was just as surprised as those around that watched him, scared now more than anything else he ran and for good reason as he was being hunted down by the officials. At first the boy assumed he was to be punished for taking another mans life. He was scared but he felt the guilt of what he had done, the man had angered him but he didnt deserve death. It wasnt long until the boy was found, Myka didnt put up much of a fight as he had more guilt than anger, however with knowledge of what he was capable of he was knocked unconscious. A safer way to catch a boy who could burn you with a single touch.
When Myka woke up everything was different, he wasnt in prison he was in a hospital. It was futuristic for the boy who grew up in nothing, the smell was incredibly clean, breathing in felt almost painful. Once he was released, Myka was handed over to the military. Fear had made the boy silent, he refused to speak which lead to a refusal to answer the questions being asked. At first people were gentle, friendly, promising they wanted to be there for him, Myka by now was untrusting enough to know not to fall for this, next the aggressor came, threats and loud noises to scare the nine year old boy into talking, flashes of his father filled his mind and he was able to block it out. Lastly came violence, it wasnt so bad to begin with until it got to an almost unbearable stage, which was when his skin began to crack once again. Whilst in his burning form he could barely feel pain, yet as the burning would subside it was more agonizing than anything these soldiers could have done. It was a catch twenty two, but even if Myka had of chosen to not burn it wouldnt have worked. His emotions were tied to his power, his curse.
Myka feared this would last forever, the pain, the torment. Why was he so important? He was a cursed child, a demon child. He had murdered an innocent man, he had been abandoned by his father, his life had caused his mother to die. What could soldiers possibly want with him? Myka ever considered the fact that he could be weaponized, the idea never crossed his innocent mind. Thankfully before any information was subtracted strangers showed up, it was the dead of night when others arrived in a puff of smoke. It was like a dream it happened so fast, before Myka knew what was happening he was gone. Rescued. At first the rescue was perfect, the people were like him... At least a little bit, they came from all over the continent to find eachother. Myka finally felt like he belonged, a wizard apparently. He was the youngest, infact he was the only child. There were two women and four men, all middle eastern like he was, each with a story some more impressive than others. Myka didnt share his, the last thing he needed was the only place that welcomed him to think he was a demon like everyone else did.
By age thirteen Myka was 'part of the gang'. It became clear that this group was hell bent on survival more than anything else. When you can move things with a flick of your hand, or wand as he was only just being introduced too than often society does not welcome you, neither does your family. Most of these people were alone, alone but together. Myka was taught self discipline, he was taught to control his emotions, to be to hide, to listen. Myka spent four years with this group of people, though none of them ever fully developed a friendship. The eldest male Aaron taught Myka to the best of his ability but the others, they seemed to stay out of necessity, they preferred to know there was someone out there waiting for you than to be alone, yet no one really knew who anyone was. Yet they were all content to pretend they were a family, that was until the the authorities caught up with them. The moment the heat was one, everyone ran leaving Myka. Everyone except Aaron. In the end though, Myka wished he had of apparated away with the others, something Myka couldnt do but it would have saved the life of the only one he considered a friend. It seemed almost funny to the teenage that a man who seemed so strong and wise, so magical could be killed by a single bullet. His life was anticlimactic. However, in Aaron's final words he was able to send the boy away. Myka was sent to Aaron's brother in a puff of smoke, it became clear to the man that it was Myka they were after, he had a family, he had friends and he wasnt willing to give that all up to protect a boy he'd never met, and Myka wasnt going to ask him too either. Being as kind as he could, the man gave the boy a pocket full of cash and told him to run as far away as possible.
And he did. Myka ran further than he had ever ran before, infact he flew. By fourteen Myka was in England. Everything was so different, the people were different, the rules were different. The only thing that seemed the same here was himself. For the next two years Myka stayed in a group home after a kind older woman took him for food, he never left but he barely said a word to any of the workers that attempted to help him. Nothing would make Myka talk however, especially not the questions they were asking. One night, one particularly cold night one of the boys living in the home decided he didnt like Myka's attitude, his silence was rude and he was sick of it. In reality it was most likely to show off to the other boys, to assert dominance, Myka how ever was not buying into it. The boy at first was verbally abusive, which grew to flicks and pokes, until punches were thrown. Not once did Myka hit back, which lead the boy on more and more. Punch after punch, cracking bone could be heard throughout the house but Myka never cried out, he never said stop. It was only when the boy hit and his hand was pulled back with scorch marks did he even realize what was happening infront of him. The blood that had spewed from the the boys face was bubbling under the head of the cracking skin, yet still he did not hit back. The hospital was called and an ambulance arrived, nurses saw what their minds could not explain however by the time they got to the hospital, Myka looked normal -beaten but normal- no one at the hospital believed what the ambulance had seen yet kept the boy in over night.
By the morning another visitor had arrived, it was happening once again. The hospital, the soldiers, everyone would repeat itself. Only this time, it wasnt a government official, this time it was a man who claimed to work for the Ministry. What ever that was. He released the boy and took him into custody, at first Myka objected, he had no idea where he was being taken and this man would tell him nothing, it wasnt until he was brought through a magical doorway into a hidden building did Myka accept his fate. From then on things happened in a blur. Myka's curse was outted and he was sent before a judge who seemed to know everything that had happened since the escape in Libya. One of his rescuers had obviously told the ministry what ever they wanted to hear. A stranger, a man fought for Myka's freedom, he claimed the boy had as much of a right to it as any while another man told of the life that Myka had taken so long ago. This argument seemed to last all day until it finally finished, yet a decision was not made. The man who had fought for Myka was called Johnathan Clarke, he stood before another man and claimed responsibility for the boy until a final decision could be made. Myka would be sent to one of the preapproved locations on the containment list, from there he would be constantly supervised until it is decided if he is a threat to society or not. Until that time, Myka would stay at Hogwarts and learn to the best of his ability, under the care of Johnathan Clarke.
Adam Noori - Father - Half Blood Wizard - Moroccan blood
Abigail
Mills - Mother - Muggleborn - Israeli blood - Dead
Many half siblings, some he knows, others he doesnt.
marital status;; Single
history;; Adam Noori was alway problematic, he was abusive, aggressive and often simply rude, he would often use his power against those weaker than he was and claimed it was in the name of Allah. He believed whole heartedly that the power he shared with his mother was a gift from the heavens, that he was blessed, special to the others. As magical schooling in the middle east was unheard of or at least, rare Adam was not taught the traditional sense, however he was taught enough to become an aggressor. Abigail on the other hand was a quiet woman, mousey infact. She was born to a muggle family, and at first thought very differently to Adam, she did not assume she was blessed or special, she believed she was cursed and her family was being punished. When word got back to Israel of the man from Morocco that could preform such miracles, he was claiming to be a saint sent by the one true Allah. Abigail traveled weeks, selling what little she had to get to where he was, apparently she was one of the few that believed in his wild tales of magic and spiritual awakening, however by the time she was able to see him first hand he did have a small group of followers.
At first Adam liked the girl, she was younger than he was, well presented even if she was not attractive. Mainly though, he liked her for the way she looked at him, she believed he truely was their savior and in this he reveled. Of course it did not take long for Adam to take her to his bed, he was a prophet so she had to agree to his advances, Allah wanted her to. This though only made him treat her like a piece of meat. Abigail had hoped to marry this man, for him to father her children and the two to live together, spreading the word of Allah and living happily, she did not get what she wanted. After less than a year Abigail fell pregnant, which was a joyious occasion for both parties despite the obvious implications of them being unwed. Adam spoke of marriage, he spoke of love for his son and family, Abigail believed that this too was a blessing to bring her happiness. The promise of a son had Adam ready to bend a knee, he seemed genuine and many thought this would be enough to change him. A son of his own, to raise loved and powerful, magical like them both and full of spirit. Adam began to feel less like a prophet and more of a peice in a greater story. He was not the one to change the world it would be his son, born to TWO blessed magical people, this boy would be much like Jesus was. This was more than Adam could have hoped for. He would name the boy Micah, and he would do incredibly things.
During the birth however, everything changed. One of the Midwives stated halfway through that the child looked like a healthy baby girl. Instantly Adam felt his dreams come crashing down around him. His son was nonexistent, a daughter? Abigail tried to calm him from her position but was unable to hold back the screams of child birth, when she could she promised him it would be alright. A Daughter could be just as grand, a blessing, she said they could name Her Myka instead meaning 'Who is like God'. In a fit of rage, Adam cursed his wife. Black smoke filled the room, like a cyclone circling as she screamed once again in both fear and pain of the child that was now fighting to be born. As the smoke forced its way down her throat she gave one final push and her baby was born. In fear the midwives all trembled in the corner, leaving the now torched body of the woman who had only moments before been giving birth to lay limp while the only sound that could be heard was the wailing sound of a baby filled the air. Adam walked closer to the child, still slightly inside the woman he was ready to call wife with the intent of breaking its neck before he stopped and noticed something. Bending down to pull the child out completely the baby moved. He was a boy.
Before Adam could respond to this information the skin on the baby began to crack like blackened, burnt porcelain. Confused and disgusted Adam watched as the entire body of the naked boy formed cracks, that began to glow red from underneath, the wailing getting louder as the burning intensified. It was as though under the skin was a fire desperate to escape. It was clear to everyone in the room, the baby was a demon. Despite this Adam kept the baby, he never got the name Micah that had been originally for him, but he did get Myka, exceptionally similar in pronunciation despite one being traditionally male the other female. It wasnt the name though, it was the meaning behind refusing to give the boy the name that he had hoped would become the next prophet of the lord. This boy was Adam's punishment, yes he would let it live but he would NOT give it the name he had wanted for son he would love.
Early childhood was a lonely and painful one for Myka, his father would ignore him and continued on his original path of 'righteousness', the only attention the boy got was constant beatings. No other children would go near him, the rumors of the demon boy whose skin would burn hot to touch when angered spread and evolved until he was seen as the devil himself. It took Adam nine years to have had enough, he wanted to be seen as powerful and loved by Allah yet he sported around a cursed child that was demonically possessed. Despite knowing his sin, Adam took the boy on one of his spiritual journeys, through Morocco and to Libya before he dumped the boy out in the middle of nowhere and left. If he had of killed his own it would have caused him far worse a punishment than the abandonment.
A homeless child on the streets of Libya was nothing new to see, however what came next got attention. One touch, whilst very... Very angry was all it took for a muggle to drop, burning from the inside out, leaving a charred blackened corpse. Myka was just as surprised as those around that watched him, scared now more than anything else he ran and for good reason as he was being hunted down by the officials. At first the boy assumed he was to be punished for taking another mans life. He was scared but he felt the guilt of what he had done, the man had angered him but he didnt deserve death. It wasnt long until the boy was found, Myka didnt put up much of a fight as he had more guilt than anger, however with knowledge of what he was capable of he was knocked unconscious. A safer way to catch a boy who could burn you with a single touch.
When Myka woke up everything was different, he wasnt in prison he was in a hospital. It was futuristic for the boy who grew up in nothing, the smell was incredibly clean, breathing in felt almost painful. Once he was released, Myka was handed over to the military. Fear had made the boy silent, he refused to speak which lead to a refusal to answer the questions being asked. At first people were gentle, friendly, promising they wanted to be there for him, Myka by now was untrusting enough to know not to fall for this, next the aggressor came, threats and loud noises to scare the nine year old boy into talking, flashes of his father filled his mind and he was able to block it out. Lastly came violence, it wasnt so bad to begin with until it got to an almost unbearable stage, which was when his skin began to crack once again. Whilst in his burning form he could barely feel pain, yet as the burning would subside it was more agonizing than anything these soldiers could have done. It was a catch twenty two, but even if Myka had of chosen to not burn it wouldnt have worked. His emotions were tied to his power, his curse.
Myka feared this would last forever, the pain, the torment. Why was he so important? He was a cursed child, a demon child. He had murdered an innocent man, he had been abandoned by his father, his life had caused his mother to die. What could soldiers possibly want with him? Myka ever considered the fact that he could be weaponized, the idea never crossed his innocent mind. Thankfully before any information was subtracted strangers showed up, it was the dead of night when others arrived in a puff of smoke. It was like a dream it happened so fast, before Myka knew what was happening he was gone. Rescued. At first the rescue was perfect, the people were like him... At least a little bit, they came from all over the continent to find eachother. Myka finally felt like he belonged, a wizard apparently. He was the youngest, infact he was the only child. There were two women and four men, all middle eastern like he was, each with a story some more impressive than others. Myka didnt share his, the last thing he needed was the only place that welcomed him to think he was a demon like everyone else did.
By age thirteen Myka was 'part of the gang'. It became clear that this group was hell bent on survival more than anything else. When you can move things with a flick of your hand, or wand as he was only just being introduced too than often society does not welcome you, neither does your family. Most of these people were alone, alone but together. Myka was taught self discipline, he was taught to control his emotions, to be to hide, to listen. Myka spent four years with this group of people, though none of them ever fully developed a friendship. The eldest male Aaron taught Myka to the best of his ability but the others, they seemed to stay out of necessity, they preferred to know there was someone out there waiting for you than to be alone, yet no one really knew who anyone was. Yet they were all content to pretend they were a family, that was until the the authorities caught up with them. The moment the heat was one, everyone ran leaving Myka. Everyone except Aaron. In the end though, Myka wished he had of apparated away with the others, something Myka couldnt do but it would have saved the life of the only one he considered a friend. It seemed almost funny to the teenage that a man who seemed so strong and wise, so magical could be killed by a single bullet. His life was anticlimactic. However, in Aaron's final words he was able to send the boy away. Myka was sent to Aaron's brother in a puff of smoke, it became clear to the man that it was Myka they were after, he had a family, he had friends and he wasnt willing to give that all up to protect a boy he'd never met, and Myka wasnt going to ask him too either. Being as kind as he could, the man gave the boy a pocket full of cash and told him to run as far away as possible.
And he did. Myka ran further than he had ever ran before, infact he flew. By fourteen Myka was in England. Everything was so different, the people were different, the rules were different. The only thing that seemed the same here was himself. For the next two years Myka stayed in a group home after a kind older woman took him for food, he never left but he barely said a word to any of the workers that attempted to help him. Nothing would make Myka talk however, especially not the questions they were asking. One night, one particularly cold night one of the boys living in the home decided he didnt like Myka's attitude, his silence was rude and he was sick of it. In reality it was most likely to show off to the other boys, to assert dominance, Myka how ever was not buying into it. The boy at first was verbally abusive, which grew to flicks and pokes, until punches were thrown. Not once did Myka hit back, which lead the boy on more and more. Punch after punch, cracking bone could be heard throughout the house but Myka never cried out, he never said stop. It was only when the boy hit and his hand was pulled back with scorch marks did he even realize what was happening infront of him. The blood that had spewed from the the boys face was bubbling under the head of the cracking skin, yet still he did not hit back. The hospital was called and an ambulance arrived, nurses saw what their minds could not explain however by the time they got to the hospital, Myka looked normal -beaten but normal- no one at the hospital believed what the ambulance had seen yet kept the boy in over night.
By the morning another visitor had arrived, it was happening once again. The hospital, the soldiers, everyone would repeat itself. Only this time, it wasnt a government official, this time it was a man who claimed to work for the Ministry. What ever that was. He released the boy and took him into custody, at first Myka objected, he had no idea where he was being taken and this man would tell him nothing, it wasnt until he was brought through a magical doorway into a hidden building did Myka accept his fate. From then on things happened in a blur. Myka's curse was outted and he was sent before a judge who seemed to know everything that had happened since the escape in Libya. One of his rescuers had obviously told the ministry what ever they wanted to hear. A stranger, a man fought for Myka's freedom, he claimed the boy had as much of a right to it as any while another man told of the life that Myka had taken so long ago. This argument seemed to last all day until it finally finished, yet a decision was not made. The man who had fought for Myka was called Johnathan Clarke, he stood before another man and claimed responsibility for the boy until a final decision could be made. Myka would be sent to one of the preapproved locations on the containment list, from there he would be constantly supervised until it is decided if he is a threat to society or not. Until that time, Myka would stay at Hogwarts and learn to the best of his ability, under the care of Johnathan Clarke.
WHEN IT ALL BOILS DOWN,
at the end of the day, it's what you do.
at the end of the day, it's what you do.
ooc name;; Lisa
age;;20
role playing experience;; This many
contact info;; Admin account
other;;
age;;20
role playing experience;; This many
contact info;; Admin account
other;;
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