<span style="color: #FFFF00">Appearance:</span><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/library2/0230e388-aaef-4354-a350-1a95caf5b069_zps4eaa86cc.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Name:</span>Michaelangelo Davinechi<br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Alias(es):</span><br/>*Crimson Veil (most commonly used)<br/>*Bleeding Blade<br/>*Gunslinger<br/>*Ghostman<br/>*Phantom<br/>*Michael (not well known)<br/>*Mike (not well known)<br/>*Mika (not well known)<br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Age:</span>18 1/2<br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Race:</span>seems human but is unknown for sure<br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Personality:</span><br/>*distant (unless you get past his shells and defenses)<br/>*gruff (at times)<br/>*serious (due to training)<br/>*goal oriented (due to training)<br/>*protective<br/>*fierce (due to training)<br/>*merciless (to those he is after)<br/>*cold (until you get past his shells and defenses)<br/>*caring (usually seen when around kids)<br/>*intelligent<br/>*creative<br/>*dangerous<br/>*kind (to those he lets in)<br/>*compassionate (mainly for kids)<br/>*strong<br/>*Dominate but can be submissive in the bedroom (is a pleaser for a lover)<br/>*honorable (believes in a code of honor only he knows)<br/>*loving (to those he lets in)<br/>*mysterious<br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Short Bio:</span>He was born into a very powerful, very wealthy and very dangerous mafia. A mafia which owned most of the other mafias. Those who his father didn't own feared him. He was never evil enough for his father even as a child. His older bother and his twin brother (not identical) always made fun of him. His mother was a sweet woman who he unfortunately took after. One day when he was around five and a half he got it into his head that he was through with being beaten for taking after his mother. It had gotten worse when his mother passed away half a year earlier. So he ran away. Ran off and joined a mercenary assassian guild. Was trained in all the skills needed to be the best. By the time he was sixteen he was the top mercenary assassian that the guild had ever known. He was noted as number one.<br/><br/>He had several code names or nicknames. The one most popularly known by the public was probably Crimson Veil. For his hands were stained crimson with the blood of evil who had been sent to take down. The veil came from nobody really knew his appearance as he wore shades that hid his eyes and a ninja hood which covered his nose and mouth and a large trenchcoat. By the time he was eighteen he was the best of the best and the worst of the worst. He had left the guild at eighteen but was still a mercenary for hire and still kept in contact with them...for the most part. Nobody really knew where to find him. The one person who he had kept in contact with over the past five years happened to be the one known as Cyber Witch. Occasionally they had avatar to avatar conversations but other than that...nobody personally talked to him. His avatar though had an uncanny resemblance to what he really looked like. He took military training from an ex-military man when he turned eighteen.<br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Extra Information:</span><br/>*wears a leather trenchcoat that hides weapons of all kinds in the pockets and lining the inside of the coat.<br/>*is armed to the teeth whenever he goes out.<br/>*knows the Cyber Witch better than most<br/>*has a bad habit of blowing things up<br/>*knows how to build a bomb from every day items<br/>*tends to be the shoot/kill first ask questions later type<br/>*loves his bad ass customized motorcycle (see image below)<br/>*has a bad habit of silently sneaking up on people<br/>*has a soft spot for kids<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/My%20album/motorcycle-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Michaelangelo needed to find a place to lay low. He had succeeded his mission but it had been an ambush...and a trap. So now he was running from a building which exploded and sent up into the air a large ball of flame and smoke. The explosion easily able to be seen even from where the woman was. Yes....things tended to blow up when he was around. He had a bad habit of initiating said explosions. What could he say? He liked to go out with a bang. Literally. He rushed as he tried to think of a place he could lay low. Then he received a message informing him Cyber Witch was in danger. He frowned and looked at it again. It wasn't possible. Nobody knew where his friend was. He adjusted his shades. Flying through the streets like a bat out of hell. His weapons vanishing as he tried to seem less suspicious.<br/><br/>Instead he pulled out the voice command phone nobody could intercept that he contacted Cyber Witch with. He rang it as he ran. "CW? Its Crimson...we got a situation. Somehow you are in danger and I need a place to lay low. I need you to meet me at the tram location not far from that fancy club that you are always saying gets their menus hacked. Though I still don't see why someone would repeatedly hack a menu. Anyways...I'll be where the covered bench is. I believe this threat to your safety and life is serious or I wouldn't even suggest this. Crimson out." He hung it up and vanished to the covered bench that was approximately twelve feet from where Rea was currently at. He moved into the corner of the area standing on the bench. Drawing his weapon and hoped the woman would come. Otherwise plan B was to hunt her down which he was afraid would be too dangerous. If he did find her and they didn't know where she lived exactly he'd have led death to her front door. No...it was best to meet up somewhere. Then head there as if just a normal "couple" heading home.