Tarxan
Level 25
"I often ponder upon who truly is the puppeteer of my life, as I never really feel as if I'm in control."
Basic Information
》Full Name
Michael 'King' Concord.
》Preferred Names
'Father' - by his children.
'King' - by extended family.
'Michael' - by his peers.
》Aliases
"King"
"Master of Ceremonies"
》Gender
Michael is a male by birth.
》Age
Twenty-six years old.
》Height
Six feet, two inches (6'2").
》Weight
181 lbs.
》Build
A track-runner like mesomorph. Not super skinny, but not overly buff.
》Skin Color
A very fair skin tone.
》Eye Color
Brown eyes, like maple syrup.
》Hair Style
He wouldn't do too much with his hair in terms of styling, but it still was washed & conditioned often, as to why it looks so healthy. He'd do very little with it to make it look the way it does, brush it up and back in the morning.. That was about it.
》Hair Color
Chestnut brown.
》Fashion
Due to the fact that his presence alone represents a line of family that is known for their ability to run businesses and turn nothing into something, Michael had a strong belief that he'd have to carry himself as if he's an entire corporation at all times. Because of this, he'd fashion very "intelligent" attire, signifying that he was both sharp in the mind as well as wealthy.
》Abnormalities
N/A
》Date of Birth
November 15th, 1992.
》Place of Birth
"SIMP NATION-!" - Alejandro J. Concord
Languedoc-Roussillon, France.
》Nationality
French-Canadian & British.
》Race
White.
》Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual.
》Religious Beliefs
Catholic.
》Political Beliefs
N/A
General Appearance
》Appearance
It was a very obvious detail that Michael has taken very good care of himself as time passed, not letting a second pass by in which he was not productive in some kind of way. This included his physical appearance. His fair skin showed very little wrinkles and never faded in color to show any kind of paleness. The rare times in which his immune system was compromised and he grew sick is when his skin would ever so slightly become pale, and that was the only time. He'd consistently do all types of exercises to maintain a youthful and attractive stature. It had worked out for him very well, this was a very clear point on account of defined jawline and extremely capable body. His hair had no grays in it whatsoever, and was exceptionally full. Keeping up with his looks and hygiene was something he did for his own sake, but paid more attention to it upon marrying his current wife.
Not much would make him stand out from any other male his age with brown eyes and brown hair though. His eyes were narrow and his stare was blank and cold for the most part, but filled with much light in certain situations. Usually by his close family and friends, and seeing a positive change. The brightness in his eyes and smile were now to be rare, as much changed within the man's soul over the years. Seeing something like that is truly a blessing nonetheless. He'd have a small nose as well as small, pink lips. It all fit together on him so well, making him out to be quite a good-looking male. In terms of other small details hidden by his clothing, he'd have a tattoo of a compass on his right bicep, and that was all.
》Personality
Being able to pinpoint his own personality traits as individual words was something that Michael would struggle with for nearly all is life. He had seen himself as more than just a man in which words alone could describe. The question "Who are you, Michael?" bounces around in his head on the daily, and no matter how he answered it, he was dissatisfied with the answer he gave himself. A lost soul, in which the simplest questions would trigger a chain of inquiries of himself and the people who he's interacted with. Are certain people important to keep in his life? What could he have done better for the friends he's lost? What could he have done better for himself?
Despite not truly knowing who he is, he'd seem to be.. "trained" to act the way he does. He'd portray himself as an alpha, taking control of most situations himself. Anything he remotely disliked, he did not hesitate to speak upon and even change it by his own demands and actions. His stare, cold and intimidating, seeming to show no other decipherable emotion besides irritation. The true reasoning behind the way he acts? His current wife. Manipulating Michael from being an empathetic, generous man with a seemingly everlasting desire to assist anyone and everyone around him, to a husk in which she's implanted her own wishes and commands into. Using him as a separate vessel. Turning him into another version of her. Willingly, he takes the "advice" he gives her, all due to the fact that he had been in love with her for years on end. All he wants is to be the best husband he could be to Sofia, and he believed that following what she would tell him would help him achieve that goal. But nonetheless, the caliber had seemed to get farther and farther out of his reach as time passed, Sofia seeming to have endless expectations of Michael.
》Diseases/Illness
None, thankfully.
》Character Voice
》Equipment
Michael doesn't carry much with him, as he sees no reason to tug along items that he doesn't need on the daily. You'd usually find the following items in his pockets; His phone, a handkerchief, a pocket watch, and a pair of aviators.
》Hobbies
"I haven't quite had the time to participate in arbitrary activities lately, but I do remember enjoying doing embroidery alongside my mother- though I wasn't really the best at it."
》Serious Problems/Flaws
Michael struggles with some minor depression, but has never had the thought of harming nor taking his own life due to any inconveniences that occur. It more-so branches out to his subtle but constant desire for validation. This was hard to notice in all honesty, but one had managed to figure it out and exploit it. Sofia. She would verbally praise him once he carried out an action that she had told him to do, treating him as if he were a dog. Do good, get rewarded, in a sense.
》Skills
Deceitful.
》Quirks
Out of habit, Michael would constantly rub and pick at the stubble on his face if he hadn't shaved. If he did, he'd seem to always have a hand on his face, stroking at his cheek and jaw.
》Family
Sofia Alliviara; His wife.
Drew Concord; His brother.
Michella Concord; His daughter.
Dallas Concord; His adopted daughter.
As well as the entirety of the extended Concord family.
》Backstory
[writing this out, will post in a few!]
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