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Tyki Mikk ([personal profile] phaseshifts) wrote2000-04-06 04:49 pm
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ARE YOU 16 OR OVER?: Yes.
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CHARACTER NAME: Tyki Mikk
SERIES: D.Gray-man information/Tyki's information in par-Tyki-ler.
CANON POINT: After leaving Allen to die in the bamboo forest, when he's sitting in the fishpond eating koi raw.
AGE: 26
APPEARANCE: Tyki has two appearances, a marginally more polished look when he's in his Black form, and a rough hobo look (he's in the middle) (also usually he's wearing clothes) in his White form.

PERSONALITY: A creature of many parts is Tyki, and the divisions he constructs within his mind are massively strong and - to be frank - completely unhealthy. A sane person could not adjust the way Tyki does to his double life. As well as he fakes sanity, as much as the "white" facet of his personality might be sane, that part is only a part, not less important to him (but not more important to him) than his "black" part, his Noah part, which drives his contained madness and his bloodlust.

White Tyki Mikk is a friendly, uneducated sort, a bit of a layabout, a good enough worker for a day or two but not one to put down roots. But oh, is he loyal to his friends, doesn't he do such a good job of looking after those who are put in his charge? He might be a bit of a ruffian and a card shark, but to his friends he certainly is a friend. And this is not wholly a farce. Tyki truly does love humans. He loves being able to rough up his hair, put his dorky glasses on, take the top hat off, and go without shaving for a while. He enjoys this life genuinely, and of the two it's likely that this is how Tyki started out before the Noah awoke in him. Though perhaps shiftless, this Tyki wouldn't be likely to go out of his way to do anyone harm. He's easygoing, if loyal. He doesn't crave luxury even as he enjoys to the fullest what he has; his luxury is having these friendships, connecting to these people. And then sometimes, he gets a phone call from a mysterious person, and all of this changes.

White goes to Black. Tyki takes off his glasses and shaves. He puts on a suit and white gloves, the pimpingest top hat this side of steampunk, slicks back his wild hair, and with that, a whole different side of himself emerges. The Noah side comes closer to his skin. Tyki Mikk hunts for the Millenium Earl, presented with "to-erase" lists and tracking down every last person written down on them, to be killed in ways that are inventive to say the least, because part of Tyki's Noah nature is sadism, and he takes pleasure in that as he does everything else. He loves the terror he kindles in people, watching their eyes and their faces and their reactions as they realize they have no chance against him, as they realize they're losing - whether they react with wild struggle, tears, pleading for life... there's pleasure in all of it. And this side of him is also essential. As Tyki says, without both sides of his life, without the chance to befriend humans, travel and live very closely with them... without the chance to kill humans, to hurt them and scare them and make them ready for the death he finally releases them into... he needs both sides for his life to be enjoyable.

The Noah Tyki puts his friendship with humans aside to go and do this; he loves killing humans as much as he loves spending time with them, he loves his Noah family as well as he loves his human family. He has a special soft spot for Rhode, and acts as an uncle to her sometimes. He plays the part of the gentleman although he has no real backing in it. In fact, it might be difficult to say who the "real" Tyki is; qualities of one side appear in the other. He gorges on raw fish stolen from a fountain while wearing his fancy suit and top hat. This unwillingness to be pinned down is definitely definitive of Tyki, as much as his loyalty to those he considers friends, his love of teasing, friendly while he's a human, much darker when his Noah side comes to the fore...

And if he were to think about it, likely he knows it's a dichotomy that can't possibly last. The goal of the Earl, the goal of the family of Noah, is eventually to destroy all humans... and when the race dies, so will his dear human friends. And yet Tyki is still capable of the mental gymnastics required to maintain both sides of his life. He's indolent, greedy, somewhat selfish really except when it comes to a few specific people. He likes to tease and he likes to hurt people and he likes to be liked, he likes the double life he leads. He functions in high and low society, he knows how to charm people, how to make them like him, how to talk, even if he fails hardcore at things sometimes and isn't exceptional in a way anybody would consider book-smart. Likely he's a rags to riches kind of tale, and Tyki would never want to go back to being just one thing, to having just one kind of life. The most consistent factor between his Black and White personalities is that he takes pleasure in everything he can.

ABILITIES:
Some of these abilities will have little use in exitvoid as it stands as they're particular to the DGM universe. I'll list them anyway!

Usual Noah abilities: can command Akuma (constructs combining machinery and human souls, weapons of the Earl), destroy Innocence (weapons belonging to Exorcists, natural enemies of the Noah), and is immune to the blood virus spread by Akuma which is lethal to humans. He can also manipulate Dark Matter to both bind his enemies and make energy blasts. He is extremely strong and fast, more so than a normal human.

Particular to Tyki:
Tease: flesh-eating butterfly-shaped golems live within his body. He can extrude them and control them, and insert them into the bodies of others either to destroy that person's body straightaway or to farm the Tease (they'll eat and reproduce until they explode out of the host's body).
Choose: Tyki can Choose what he wants to touch. If he doesn't want to touch it, he won't. This allows him to rip internal organs out of the bodies of his opponents without ever breaking the skin, walk on water and fly, pass through walls, avoid being injured by normal weapons (at least as long as he sees the hit coming), and essentially can be applied however his street-smart creativity sees it'll be useful to apply.
Refusal: Tyki "rejects" and by doing such essentially removes the atmosphere around the body of his opponent. This both suffocates them and crushes them with pressure. He doesn't use this technique much - it's a trump card for when things get serious.

Awakened Form: Has not happened Tyki as of his canon point. I can elaborate on it if needed but really it's all on his wiki.
POSSESSIONS: The clothes on his back. No shoes (he took them off to go koi-fishing, more fool he!).


samples.
JOURNAL ENTRY SAMPLE: as Tyki has different sides to his personality, I hope linking some different threads will be acceptable!
(White) Being a huge nerd with Allen→
(Black) Ice cold monster flirting with Riful→
(White) Stupidity with Eris→

THIRD-PERSON SAMPLE: I'm recycling his sirenspull sample, though not apping him with that history.
The slave pens weren't the nicest places in the city by far. Tyki tried not to go there too often, and he at least managed to avoid doing it for the most part, on his own; if he had to follow one of AGI's customers or affiliates around looking amiable he went, but otherwise he kept clear, mostly. It wasn't a very nice place to go, that was mostly it; it wasn't very pleasant. For every slave that willingly gave themselves up and appeared happy enough in bondage there were ten broken souls, watching their potential future masters cycling around in front of their clean but sterile and utterly boring cells with flat, blank eyes.

It was the kind of thing where he'd have liked to make them all squirm a little (although he wasn't really supposed to do that; being there, he was there on work, after all, and had to pay attention to the customer), and also have liked (at least with some of the younger ones) to make them smile a bit, maybe talk a little, something. He was fond in a gentlemanly way (as much of a gentleman as Tyki ever was with anything; it was a farce, even he could admit it pretty easily, but he could play the part well, which was a marketable talent in Siren's Port as much as it was anywhere else, of course). Play his tractable part, follow the customer along, guard them from some things, sometimes... he was much better at the killing part, really. Although he wouldn't let himself go too far. It was good to be known for being good at his job, after all. Meant less effort expended for everything else the rest of the time.

The guy he was following along now was the paunchy, picky sort. Probably lucky for the slaves he was going through, anyway; even Tyki thought the man had some weird fetishes, and if the Noah of Pleasure thought they were bizarre -

More time for him to goof around, anyway, and as long as he wouldn't catch it in the teeth for doing it, Tyki didn't mind slacking off. He went to look at one of the slaves for sale instead. Some skinny kid, couldn't tell if it was male or female, sitting folded up on the floor of its little pen and watching Tyki with big, cautious eyes.

He had a little piece of hard candy in his pocket. Still in the wrapper, it was dark red, cherry-flavored (or something); he dug it out and held the sweet in one white-gloved hand, putting it close to the grate at the front of the cage. "Here, kid."

Big eyes darted up to his face, down to his hand again. The kid didn't move.

"Don't you want it?" He just moved his hand a little, rocked it in the kid's direction more than anything. "C'mon, I'm way too old for sweets like this. It's free." The candy gleamed under fluorescent lights. Without moving at all, the kid withdrew; Tyki could see it. All over its face. He didn't care that much, but it was a little annoying, and he sighed. You had to hold still with little animals. Let them get accustomed, let them come to you...

There was no smoking in here but he turned his attention away a little, looking at the other pens, wishing he could have a cigarette and that this guy would get done already. AGI had tight security around all its important offices but this was an area where a lot of money got traded around, and the sooner this guy got done with his stuff the sooner Tyki could clock off for the night. The end of his day was always his favorite part, especially on humdrum jobs like this...

From the corner of his eye, he could see the kid shifting. Hungry, wary, uncertain of kindness. It was just a hard candy, anyway. Humans were such fragile things. Easy to rip apart, mentally and physically. Tyki was good at both ways...

Footsteps tapping on concrete announced the approach of his client, and Tyki looked up, raising his free hand to the brim of his top hat in salute. The guy (Tyki hadn't bothered remembering his name; just callng him "sir" worked in a pinch, anyhow) was jowly and cranky-looking, with deep, dark eyes mostly hidden behind thick glasses. He wasn't the nicest fellow (Tyki thought to himself, smiling secretly - he knew he was so much worse).

A heavy exhale. Blowing like a draft horse. "Nothing," the man said, shaking his head in disgust - "Come on, we're done."

"Of course." Tyki waited politely for his fellow to take the lead, and then looked back into the pen. Whatever progress the kid had made towards him had all gone back when his client showed up. Tyki smiled anyway, and flicked the little candy through the grating on the door. "Enjoy."

He wasn't much of one for slaves himself. But perhaps if Rhode showed up... if she wanted a pet, or a chew toy...

He turned around and followed his client, thinking.

The night was almost over. AGI wanted this guy dead and fast; it was a pain, he could use him for a Tease farm otherwise but what could you do with these short-notice jobs. Tyki could have him in a dark alley gagging out his life in five minutes now, anyway (so much money changing hands, money and valuable property - never the safest area) - he could be cleaned up well enough and find a good bar to spend his evening and night in in fifteen. Easy, easy, tedious enough, a little pleasant, easy. Relaxing with enough time to think about other things (like maybe some slave registers, and what kind of toy Rhode would like).