ALBERTSON, Mikael

[style= text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]MIKAEL JULIUS ALBERTSON

This application is currently complete. My name is Streamstrider and I'm 21 years old. I was awesome and read the rules, so I know that the secret phrase is peach snapple rocks.

NAME: Mikael Julius Albertson (Sometimes called Mickey by priveleged individuals, and "Old Man" by others)
AGE WHEN TURNED: 53
AGE: 746
GENDER: Male
BIRTHDAY: September 14th
STATUS: Fledgling. Just don't call him one. He gets dramatic.
PLAYBY: John Malkovich

CREATOR: Ate him.
COVEN: He thinks they're all silly children with control problems.

MOTHER: Quite frankly, he doesn't remember.
FATHER Don't remember him either.
BROTHERS: None.
SISTERS: None.
EXTENDED FAMILY: None he ever cared to keep around.
PETS: Brown and White Ferret named Tipsy.

Mikael is a tall, fairly muscular man, although he is no giant by far, standing at a mere 5'11" and seeming to shrink in size when he dons his white suit, the same as all his other suits, light and colorless. He wears light brown shoes that match the suits, sometimes beige, with a slight heel on them. Some joke that it's because he wishes he was taller, but really, he just likes the slight clicking noise they make. He has a receding hairline, his hair white, peppered with light gray. Most of the time he goes clean shaven, finding his beard to be itchy, but he's been known to let it grow half an inch or so, if only for a lady-friend's attention. His eyes, one could say, generally appear to match the color of his shoes, light brown. Despite his appeared age, he has good posture (and encourages such in others) and he prances about his little world like a man half his age, with all the energy and stubborn curiosity to boot.

Just when you think you know what he's going to do next, he goes off and suprises you. He's unpredictable, at least in actions, but quite the opposite in terms of his humor. He can turn the most gruesome thing into a joke, and he finds no distaste in it. To him, everything can be poked and prodded at, whether with a stick or a spork. Congenial (most of the time) and gentlemanly in manner, most would not think him to enjoy partaking in a manhunt, spilling the blood of innocent people. While he does not make it widely known, he does enjoy the sounds of the soon-to-be dead. He is straightforward in one particular manner, of course, and that it in what he thinks of you. You never have to guess. He'll tell you. He ain't scared o' you.

BIRTH PLACE: Somewhere in Europe.
CHANGED: In the 1200s, somewhere in there, though he'll never tell you that.

I told you he would never tell you when he was changed--more specifically, he'd never tell you when he was born--and it's not entirely because he doesn't trust you, although he really just doesn't trust anyone. Mostly, it's because he simply doesn't remember. Yes, you read that right. Pulling the memory trick may seem lame to most, but truly it's probably what allows him to be so loose and light-hearted all the time. He's been quite carefree most of his known life. (He may only remember the past 200 or so years.) He's lived in America, mainly, although having built up a company designing fashion, he has traveled much of the modern world of today. As for his relations with the covens, he disregards all threats and invitations, finding them to be little groups of children only wanting to squabble amongst each other over which set of blocks is theirs. He just wants to sit on the sidelines and poke fun at their mistakes.