Mikhael

Mikhael, "Mikh/Raven/Mickhey/Mike" Lewis. All American. All hero...

Back story He was born in Seattle, Washington, 27 years ago. Right from the get-go, he was earmarked as a mutant. ExoGene technicians working at the hospital ripped him from his mother's womb, and told her he was dead. Shortly afterwards, he was transported to a secret CIA/ExoGene facility deep in the Cascade Mountains, codename Zeta Aquilae. There, he was 'created', being pumped full of serums, vaccines and God knows what else. After being selected for the ROOSTER program, he was given wings, the procedure was painful, the scars still visible today, the wings were designed for flight. And he can fly!

After four years of training, martial arts, horse riding, small arms fire, hand to hand combat and many more, at the age of five, he quickly attained a level approaching the maximum the staff could handle, He was injected with a vampire serum, as a control mechanism. This backfired when he attacked the fridge, eating up every last scrap of food in the dorm fridge. Realizing their mistakes, the staff let him have blood packs to control his hunger. This would cause a shocking event two years later that Mikhael had no part in. That event, just after Mikhael had turned seven, was thus. A fire had broken out in an enhancement lab, and caused the evacuation of the entire 1.9 acre complex. Mikhael slipped away, and vanished into the snowy night, the guards searched for him, their infra-red sights proving ineffective, in fact Mikhael was at the feet of one guard, who never even noticed, until Mikhael disarmed him and shot him with his own gun. That incident spurred them into developing a way to track him, despite them declaring him legally dead, some scientists refuse to believe it. Mikhael stole a prototype Desert Eagle to take with him.

If ExoGene created him, hitching a ride to Seattle and living on the streets made him. From a shy kid, to a kid who wasn't afraid to fight. In fact he likes fighting a bit too much. He got a huge stroke of luck, being taken in by a retired race driver, who taught him the ways of racing. With Donnie by his side, Mikhael swept the sprint car series, in his fourth year of a five year program that Donnie had drawn up earning an invite to a nationally televised race, finishing third. Then tragedy. Donnie revealed he was dying of cancer, so Mikhael opened up to him, figuring that his secret was safe. Again, Mikh and Donnie swept the season the next year, this time he won the national race and moved onto bigger things, namely NASCAR, toiling around for ten years, then pulling off a shock victory, the day before Donnie died. Abruptly Mikhael quit NASCAR, wanting that moment to be the way he was remembered. It was, in fan polls, they still rank Seattle as one of the top 200 moments, somewhere around ninth. He went, instead to Indycars, buying up a struggling team for $15,000, re-naming it MLR, hiring high school dropouts and vampires, and going racing. He again made an impact. On the wall, crashing in his first race, the next four years proved bittersweet, winning five races, but always missing out at Indy, maybe this year will finally be his year?

Away from the track, he is a typical rich member of society, he loves the beach and hanging out, exploring, relaxing and following sports.

He's moved himself and the team down to Virginia, to Colonial Bay, to avoid the taxes in Seattle, and lives in a suite at the Helix Tower. He hates being compared to Hollywood vampires, and is (generally) friendly.

Personality Mikahel's personality varies with his mood, from sweet, to flat out nasty, it also depends on who he is around. It doesn't vary much, a sarky remark here, a thrown compliment or insult there. Here's a tip. Watch his eyes, they change color according to his mood,the lighter they are, the better mood he's in.

Powers Pretty simple really, accroding to his design document, the spec is quoted below "He can fly, he can fighty, he can shoot. He is a scout. Nothing more. Nothing less. Expect deployment to SEA"

Trivia He's a vampire. Obviously. But not your average one. He has a fridge full of blood packs, a liking for the beach, and a love of exploring. He loves to sing... And fish... And drive... And write... And play sports in his spare time... Wingspan measures sixteen feet wingtip to wingtip when fully extended