Innocent Shuuichi's characters

[Ma Sai The Caged Tiger]

Name: Tobin Michaels
Nickname: Toby (by his mother and Theo only)
Age: 24
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Seme,Uke,or Seke: Uke

Features and Attire: Though not extremely short by any means, Tobin is still slightly less than average height for an adult male, standing at 5’7’’. Dark auburn hair normally cropped in feathered lengths down to the tips of his ears frame a fine featured face with sparkling forest green eyes. He likes to wear loose fitting clothing, nothing of expense as he often spends time out in the yard and ends up with a good deal of earth on his clothes.

Personality: Before his lover’s disappearance, Tobin was a light hearted and cheerful young man. His demeanor made him easily likeable and thus had many friends in his hometown. His emotions became a bit less shown after his lover went missing however, though he was still distantly friendly and polite to a fault.

Bio:
When he was 17 his lover disappeared without so much a trace, leaving the teen in a grieving despair. He searched as much as he could, but nothing ever turned up, and as soon as he was able to provide for himself he moved to a cottage of his own at the end of his town, distancing himself from memories and his family. His family long since gave up on keeping close contact, instead opting to send cards and open invitations to holiday parties. His father had passed on long ago when he was younger and his mother, who he used to be so attached to, grew sick. He stayed his distance and soon enough his little sister had her moved to her own home to be cared for in a neighboring town, leaving Tobin alone in their original town. He works as a clerk in a small office down the lane from his home, doing the accounting and making sure finances are in order, going home to an empty bed and a lonely existence with only a kitten for company. When he was barely into his twenty third year, he was taken after locking up one night at the office. He spent a majority of a year in a tank or on a table before being liberated by Tithe. The result is a half finished ability to regenerate at a rate far more advanced than normal humans. Being spliced with various plant cells has given him the unique ability to synthesize large amounts of sunlight to fasten his normal healing rate. The result however severely weakened his system during hours of no sunlight. He has to soak up enough during the day to remain active at night.  

[Ma Sai The Caged Tiger]

Name: Cinaed Liam Darcy
Aliases: Uses his middle name in all standings
Age: 28
Race: Fireblooded human
Gender: Male
Seme,Uke,or Seke: Seme

Features and Attire: Liam is your storybook detective in that he wears slacks a button down shirt and tie. He lacks the normal care that most take into their appearance and so his outfit normally has a very rumpled live in look. He would much rather spend the time it takes to iron on a case where it’s more useful. While he may not always be seen wearing a long coat, he does still have one as per custom and wears it often. His hair is a messy short mop of black hair, accented by the scraggy rugged unshaven facial hair. His eyes are a honey light brown, bordering on the amber yellow of a wolf. His look has gotten him dubbed, the big bad wolf of the precinct.

Personality: He tends to remain aloof of every sort of interaction save transfer of information for his work and pounding the streets for information. He has remained unpartnered due to his anti social attitude but also the exemplary work he does while unpestered by a second.

Quirks: Liam is a chain smoker when he is agitated. When he drinks or is very emotional about something, the accent he grew up with emerges, giving him a lilting brogue. He grew up in a very traditional Irish home world, and so he is fluent in Irish and partial in old Gaelic.

Bio: Liam as a child was a complete opposite of his shadowy adult life. When he was younger he embraced the ability to see that which the mundane human could not. He made many friends with smaller fae and sprites of the garden in his backyard, and it was encouraged by his granda before he had passed on. The man was the previous generation to inherit such traits from his family, and warned the boy that other abilities may arise that were far more dangerous than seeing what goes bump in the night.

He once tried to tell his parents what he could see but they, lacking the ability themselves, passed it off as a child’s willful imagination. He shrugged it off and continued to watch his little friends in their gallivanting all the way up until he was nine. At the time, as his grandfather had foretold, another ability reared its head but it was a violent way of doing so.

One day while playing out in the yard in the mid summer heat, Liam was playing on his own tossing his baseball. Wishing like all young boyos to be able to through one of them fireball pitches the Yankees pitcher was so proud of, he gave a surprised yell when his glove caught fire. Once he realized he wasn’t burned by the fire emanating from his hand, he ran towards his house, intent on finally proving his parents wrong.

He didn’t realize in his haste of throwing the door open that his ball had fallen from the glove, or that it had rolled in a heated line under the couch. He raced up the stairs, intent on showing his mother his firey glove. They had been in the middle of a summer nap, and awoke slowly, until she saw the fire licking her son’s hand. His mother screamed which brought his father awake and the man tried to get a hold of the flaming piece of leather but his own hands were burned by the flame.

Meanwhile fire slowly ate up the bottom floor of the small house and soon heat and smoke wafted up to their room, further panicking the couple. His father finally dislodged the glove and threw it to the ground but the flame appeared on the boy’s bare hand. Liam couldn’t understand why his parents weren’t happy with his amazing new skill and it angered him when they began to yell about finding a way to stop it. To his surprise a large gout of flame burst from his arm, setting their bed afire.

His father picked him up and moved to herd them down the stair but their way was blocked by the flames that had spread from his carelessly dropped ball. Backing up they re entered their room which was quickly filling with smoke and fire crawling up the walls. His father smashed open the window as his mother was reduced to a coughing fit as the acrid smoke filled her lungs. Scooping up his small son hw wrapped him in his trenchcoat and through him from the window, hoping the coat would protect him from most of the small injuries on impact.

By now out of fear, the flame had disappeared from his hand as it sunk in that he had caused the source of the flame. The fall was painful, but being small, the bushes below bounced with his impact. Crawling out of the nest of branches he high tailed it over to the middle of the yard, watching the window for his parents to make the same jump.

A horrible crash from the top story made his insides turn to ice. He watched in terror as the roof of his parents’s bedroom collapsed, and the distant scream of his mother would haunt his nightmares for years to come. Running towards the flaming building he was scooped up by a neighbor, held back as he kicked and screamed for his mother. The wail of sirens sounded down the street but it was already too late, the old wood house gone up as quick as a burning match.

He was sent to live in an orphanage after that, burying his talents deep inside and blocking them off, subconsciously blaming himself and his skills for the demise of his happy family. No one wanted the sullen little child, so he stayed at the home into his teens, getting a job and saving for his eventual boot into the adult world. Fresh out of high school he spent his life savings and what was left to him of his father’s life insurance to got to the police academy. He quickly moved up in ranks with his knack for solving odd cases, eventually moving out on his own into the homicide unit and becoming an outstanding detective by the age of 25.