Mika MacMillan

Name: Mika
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Morphean Delirium
Occupation: Pastry Chef and Partner of The Hot Muffins Bakery
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 110lbs
Eye Color: Moss green
Hair Color: dark red
Appearance:When one looks at Mika MacMillan the first thing one notices is her dark red hair. Long and helplessly curly, it falls past her hips, although is usually pulled up into a bun. The second thing one notices would be her moss green eyes, exotic, tilted eyes, not dissimilar to those of Asian descent, although not as slanted. Her skin is a pale, smooth alabastor, interupted only by the occasional light freckle here and there, and gently layering the bridge of her nose and her cheek bones. Her small ears have four peircings each. Three in each lobe, and one in the upper cartilage of the ear. She also has her bottom lip peirced to the left side, and her tongue.

Her form is small and delicate, lithe and flexible. She stands at five feet even, weighing around a hundred and ten pounds, maybe a little more. Her waist is slim, and her hips are only a little wider, with small, up-turned breasts. Her limbs are slender and agile. She has a tattoo of a blue bird just above her right ankle. Another marking on her left shoulder blade depicts a wolf, sitting, perky and tense, as if listening for prey. On her left shoulder blade a black dragon languishes, seemingly sleepy and satisfied. There are also various scars, from burns or cuts, across her arms and legs, mostly her forearms, one on her shin, and a very bad burn scar on her left bicep, these are from accidents in the kitchen, and none of them were critical. The eye of Morpheus brands itself upon her neck, to the right side, just below her jaw.

She most often adorns herself in a simple pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Most of her T-shirts tend to have some sort of design on it, or a band name. She tends to wear a pair of plain black sneakers, or boots. She always wears an anklet around her left ankle, it has a small blue bird dangling from it.

Personality: Mika is a bold, friendly person. She enjoys life to the fullest. She rarely ties herself to one person. To say she has a major case of wander-lust would probably be right on target for her. She enjoys fun company only for a certain period of time before she usually boots a person on his or her way.

She likes to spend her time indoors, -as her skin gets sun burnt very easily- but hates having nothing to do. If she wants time to sleep, then she just goes and sleeps, if she wants to cook then she cooks. She is always doing something because she always has too much energy. She usualy wastes her energy by cooking some sort of pastry, such as homemade doughnuts, or cheese cake. One should never be fooled by her slender build, the young woman probably enjoys eating her creations more than she does making them.

This girl, well, young woman, loves thrills. The bigger the kick she gets from it the more she loves it, this could be riding a roller coaster, or skinny dipping in broad daylight. If she gets a rush from it, she loves it.

Sometimes Mika can be very sweet, she could walk up and hug a complete stranger if they looked sad, and she believed it would make his or her day better. However, if someone else did that to her she would most likely say, "This is why people bring guns and shoot people!" She can be a little rough, and a little mean, sometimes even cruel, but she is a generally nice person.

History: Mika MacMillan was born a Japanese-Scottish Army Brat. Her father, James MacMillan had the usual Scots charm, firey red hair, bright green eyes, and light freckles. The sort of boyish charm women love. It sure worked on Kai (pronounced Kay) Ikari. The pair hit it off when MacMillan was stationed in Japan. He and Kai were married within the year and expecting a child.

Kai, sadly, died in childbed, birthing young Mika. James MacMillan did remarry, but not until Mika was ten. The girl was utterly rebellious and already sported her first tattoo, the blue bird on her leg. She shared a mutual dislike with her stepmother, an Irish woman by the name of Lily O'Bar. Lily encouraged James do send Mika to a boarding school. Instead, Mika convinced her father to send her to his cousins, in Hawaii. Now, these cousins were not exactly the kind one should send his or her eleven-year-old daughter to. But, James had not seen these cousins for many years, and had not realized how different they had become since he and his wife had last visited.

And so, that was how Mika ended out under the thumb of Terra and Arther Judge. Now, there was nothing really wrong with Terra and Arther, except maybe the fact that they spent more time in a drug -or alcohol- induced stupor, than in a sober existance. There was nothing Arther liked more than Whiskey, and there was nothing Terra liked more than a nice drug to knock her out, or get her on an extreme high. Now, really, when they were sober, they were two of the sweetest people one could ever meet. However, those sober moments were few and far between, and only when a teacher would call home because Mika got in a fight and requested a parent-teacher meeting. The strange thing, was that even though Mika was placed in an environment surrounded by drugs, she did not become a user.

Mika spent most of her time with a girl by the name of Amber Knight. Amber was the daughter of one of the Judge's cronies, and therefore acceptable to Mika's guardians. Amber was not dissimilar to her parents or even Mika's guardians, she liked to get high, preferably off of "mary jane." Since Mika had always shown an aptitude for cooking, her friend convinced her to make some "Magic Brownies," since she specialized in deserts. This would not be her last time dabbling in such things, and not once would she ever do so unwillingly.

She managed to keep her grades above average, but as soon as she got out of high school, Mika was hired at a twenty-four hour bakery. Her boss was Sandra Vasquez, an outrageous lesbian who liked nothing more than a good pastry, a hot woman, and the finest ecstacy money could buy, sometimes she even mixed the drug and pastry together. Sandra took Mika under her wing at The Hot Muffins Bakery, not for a sexual reason, but because she saw potential in the girl. At least, that was what she told Mika, however, she never understood why Sandra liked her. Mika has worked for Vasquez since she was seventeen, slowly working her way up from a simple waitress in the bakery, to a chef, to a manager. Finally, Sandra made her a partner in her business, then sent her to Saoraid, in the hopes of establishing a new bakery there.
Special Skills: Cooking, self-defense

Sample Post:

Mika stood before the oven, counting down the few seconds left until the banana-nut muffins could come out. She jumped when the timer let out a shrill call, as she always did. She smacked the timer, jerked open the oven door, and removed the tray of muffins with a single, oven-mit adorned hand, sat it on a cooling rack, and inserted a tray of blueberry muffins. This was her daily routine at the Hot Muffins Bakery. Well, this was the end of her morning routine. The muffins were the last thing cooked because they usually sold slower than everything else.

The bakery had probably been open for ten minutes. Mostly people had ordered doughnuts, or biscuits. She moved to the tray of banana-nut muffins. They were her personal favorites. Her father had once told her that banana-nut had been her mother's favorite. Mika delighted in the thought that she was like her mother in some way. It always seemed that the only thing she had inherited from the woman was her slanted eyes and dainty build.

"Mac!" Sandra's voice startled her from her musings, and she hastily began setting the muffins on the display rack as her boss entered the kitchen. Sandra might have been her "partner" of sorts, but she still thought of the woman as her boss. "About that proposition I offered you...."

"Really, San, I don't know..." Mika scratched the back of her neck, casting unsure eyes towards the floor. Sandra had begun rambling on about how it was the perfect oportunity. But, come on now, really, the perfect oportunity? For what? Mika thought to herself, after all, the place Sandra wanted to send her was Saoraid, a worse place she had never heard of. "It's the location, San. I really do not want to go to a place like that."

"I know, I know, sweetie. Think about it though! That's exactly why you never hear about a bakery in Saoraid! We could make good money there. Even a drug lord wants some good, old-fashioned, homemade muffins every now and then! Yours are the best I've ever tasted. Besides, you've been with me for six years. I think you need a change, Hawaii does not suit your complexion either. You go out into the sun for ten minutes and turn bright red."

"Look... Sandra, I'll make you a deal, if you manage to sell all of these banana-nut muffins in less than thirty minutes I will go to Saoraid for sure. If you can't, then I want more time to think about the decision." Mika figured it would take Sandra longer than thirty minutes to sell three dozen banana-nut muffins. She thought wrong, before her very eyes, she saw the most unpopular muffins in the store sold off in less than thirty minutes. It looked as if Sandra Vasquez had won the bet. Mika MacMillan was out of luck that day, and any other day in her opinion, after all, she now had to go to Saoraid and attempt to set up a bakery.

Life has just become a living hell.

Unfortunately you have to be affiliated with one of the gangs. Sorry.

o.O That's all you have to say? Usually you load everything on a person. Feel free to do so. Actually.... I think I know who will give me the most hassles with my character. Anyways, I'll go read the gang info again. It's probably been a month or two since I've done so, and I need to refresh my memory on it. Like I said before, what works for you, works for me.

Yeah, I'm definitely the easy one. Honestly, she's an interesting character, and I like her. (Though whoever forced the name Mika MacMillian on their child is just cruel.)

My only major problems are these:

It's Morphean Delirium. I think you spelled it Morphan. Probably a typo.

The other one is this:

The grammar is alright, but it seems choppy and kind of forced. Maybe "She shared a mutual dislike with her stepmother, an Irish woman by the name of Lily O'Bar."

Yes. that was a typo. And THANK YOU! I was trying to find a way to put it, but it was nearly midnight the night I typed it up and I was a bit lazy. I think when I editted to add the gang I was getting ready to go to work. I had the first paragraph or so of her history typed, and I had the name of her step-mom, because I had been making her for this site, but, I altered it. In my sleepy haze I couldn't think of a way that I wanted to put it. sooo... thank you, I'll put that in.

I'm taking the fact that you like her as a compliment, and I say thank you.

and umm... yea, I'm going to go fix those and then go to work. yay...

I know Max will be the hard one, if he does mine.

One approval done. And yes, Max will be doing yours.

yea, I know he'll be a hard ass, he even told me he would be.