Miki Tulok
Miki
sorry for being so quiet recently! I've been very burnt out because of school, but hopefully now that my second semester (with much less of a workload than my torturous first semester) has begun and that I've gotten some time to recharge, I'll finally be able to really be active here.
anyhoot, I think a backstory for Miki is long overdue. it's a long one, and thus it took me a while to get it from mind to paper (or screen). I'll just cut to the chase; here's Miki's backstory, pasted directly from its home in a Google Doc.
Some say Miki was born of the stars. Perhaps the product of the love of two gods, an owl and a cat, combining their abilities pertaining to time and space (respectively) into their successor. Maybe even just from an egg. Miki doesn’t know — he’s never seen his parents, if he has any. In any case, Miki was born into a wild life split between Arctic Canada and the Rocky Mountains further south.
It was a simple, easy way of living. Every day, the young fluffball learned skills on his own, and grew stronger. He learned how to fly, how to hunt, and how to camouflage himself to avoid bigger predators — until he started taking even them down. Even without any role models or loved ones in his life, Miki got by nicely. However, the lack of that early love still shows a little bit in how Miki may not know how to react or respond to romantic gestures, regardless of his familiarity with the person making the gesture.
A bit into Miki’s teenage years, hunters started showing up on their snowmobiles and ATVs, guns blasting and all. What were these weird creatures, and what the hell was riding them? That was Miki’s first little taste of what lied beyond the tundra — the unknown. Humans, their technology, their sounds… and their bloodlust. They were riding machines, not living beings; enormous hunks of metal and plastic that were obnoxiously noisy and frequently ceased to function as intended. They’d break, like an animal getting injured, but showed no signs of pain. Maybe just a few sputters, or smoke, or whatever else. But no whimpers to sympathize with. No limping. In the rare case they bled, it obviously wasn’t blood.
It felt… wrong. Artificial. Miki didn’t like these humans, or their puffy jacket exoskeletons, or their machines, or the weird vessels they left behind — what the fuck is a “Coors,” anyway? But his least favourite thing? Guns. There would be a sound like thunder, loud enough to leave the Meowl dizzy and disoriented, and some poor creature would instantly drop dead. Sometimes, the bigger ones were able to run away from the noise, but would likely drop dead not too far away. They all had a hole around the heart, and thus often either bled out or had some kind of heart failure. The ones who didn’t drop dead at first were usually bears, moose, or bison — Miki knew them to be tough fellows to fight, but all of a sudden they looked weak. These thunder-producing devices were terrifying.
So, the hunters became a regular problem. Miki’d always escape at first, but eventually figured out how to outmaneuver gun barrels and break their machines. Among humans, stories of the elusive, deadly Meowl started to spread, and they only picked up when attempts were made to locate Miki and capture evidence of his existence. Pretty safe to say that owls do not like humans flashing lights at them. He pretty much slaughtered every human that tried to capture, photograph, or worse, kill him — Miki started to get annoyed at their actions, which slowly built up to rage, and eventually a hatred of humanity.
Only making things worse was the arrival of more humans, with more of those machines — these ones seemed intent on destroying the Earth. Tearing down entire mountains, and flattening entire forests. Decimating his habitat… his home. Killing off life not just for sport now, but also simply out of pure greed. To him, it was an outrage. He’d never seen destruction on such a grand scale. Miki never turned back to acceptance for humans, after that. Violence was the only answer.
It was not too long after, on a freezing night, that he was captured by a crown-sponsored task force made of a combination of scientists and military personnel. His violence wasn’t very much to blame — it wasn’t widely believed Miki was responsible for the sudden spike in Missing Persons and Suspiscious Death cases in the area, although some speculated so. The actual purpose of this kidnapping of Miki, which happened while he was sleeping, was for research. Scientific purposes.
Well… the ‘research’ that would ensue felt anything but ‘scientific’ or ‘professional’. In fact, it didn’t even feel humane. Traumatizing levels of pain, while strapped down to a metal surgery table, iron cuffs digging into his wrists and ankles. The agony this team of humans knowingly caused him was even enough to activate his supernatural abilities for the first time.
Unbearable physical pain turned into the incomprehensible and undescribable. He fell into dimensions that shouldn’t even exist. Saw empty laughing faces. Shotguns aimed at him from every direction. Every way he has died, and will ever die, in every universe he could ever exist in. The paradoxical, mind-breaking horror of nonexistence. Demented, gorey alterations of his own childhood memories played on repeat. The machines ate him up. The Void snatched him up with its murky, corrupting tendrils, and tore him limb from limb. Black holes sucked him out of reality, corrupting him from existence with no traces left but a few specks of Hawking radiation.
Any comprehensible method of communication will never be able to describe horrors so intense and severe that they cease to be comprehensible.
To this day, reminders of this event, and subsequent episodes thereof, still send Miki into that same crisis. The trauma remains — but so does the young meowl's resilience and drive. Now, Miki has entered a period of healing, and exploration of both himself and what lies beyond. Newfound supernatural abilities, activated by the very same event that traumatized him so brutally, allow him to explore the Infinite freely and without fear of the things that exist in all the universes that could ever exist. Finding distant societies, new realities with rules so different from any other, and more than what could ever be imagined, Miki has found himself able to come face-to-face with the Infinite, and see the beauty of all that lies within.
And with how far and wide Miki wanders, you never know — it could be your world he'll visit next.
anyhoot, I think a backstory for Miki is long overdue. it's a long one, and thus it took me a while to get it from mind to paper (or screen). I'll just cut to the chase; here's Miki's backstory, pasted directly from its home in a Google Doc.
Some say Miki was born of the stars. Perhaps the product of the love of two gods, an owl and a cat, combining their abilities pertaining to time and space (respectively) into their successor. Maybe even just from an egg. Miki doesn’t know — he’s never seen his parents, if he has any. In any case, Miki was born into a wild life split between Arctic Canada and the Rocky Mountains further south.
It was a simple, easy way of living. Every day, the young fluffball learned skills on his own, and grew stronger. He learned how to fly, how to hunt, and how to camouflage himself to avoid bigger predators — until he started taking even them down. Even without any role models or loved ones in his life, Miki got by nicely. However, the lack of that early love still shows a little bit in how Miki may not know how to react or respond to romantic gestures, regardless of his familiarity with the person making the gesture.
A bit into Miki’s teenage years, hunters started showing up on their snowmobiles and ATVs, guns blasting and all. What were these weird creatures, and what the hell was riding them? That was Miki’s first little taste of what lied beyond the tundra — the unknown. Humans, their technology, their sounds… and their bloodlust. They were riding machines, not living beings; enormous hunks of metal and plastic that were obnoxiously noisy and frequently ceased to function as intended. They’d break, like an animal getting injured, but showed no signs of pain. Maybe just a few sputters, or smoke, or whatever else. But no whimpers to sympathize with. No limping. In the rare case they bled, it obviously wasn’t blood.
It felt… wrong. Artificial. Miki didn’t like these humans, or their puffy jacket exoskeletons, or their machines, or the weird vessels they left behind — what the fuck is a “Coors,” anyway? But his least favourite thing? Guns. There would be a sound like thunder, loud enough to leave the Meowl dizzy and disoriented, and some poor creature would instantly drop dead. Sometimes, the bigger ones were able to run away from the noise, but would likely drop dead not too far away. They all had a hole around the heart, and thus often either bled out or had some kind of heart failure. The ones who didn’t drop dead at first were usually bears, moose, or bison — Miki knew them to be tough fellows to fight, but all of a sudden they looked weak. These thunder-producing devices were terrifying.
So, the hunters became a regular problem. Miki’d always escape at first, but eventually figured out how to outmaneuver gun barrels and break their machines. Among humans, stories of the elusive, deadly Meowl started to spread, and they only picked up when attempts were made to locate Miki and capture evidence of his existence. Pretty safe to say that owls do not like humans flashing lights at them. He pretty much slaughtered every human that tried to capture, photograph, or worse, kill him — Miki started to get annoyed at their actions, which slowly built up to rage, and eventually a hatred of humanity.
Only making things worse was the arrival of more humans, with more of those machines — these ones seemed intent on destroying the Earth. Tearing down entire mountains, and flattening entire forests. Decimating his habitat… his home. Killing off life not just for sport now, but also simply out of pure greed. To him, it was an outrage. He’d never seen destruction on such a grand scale. Miki never turned back to acceptance for humans, after that. Violence was the only answer.
It was not too long after, on a freezing night, that he was captured by a crown-sponsored task force made of a combination of scientists and military personnel. His violence wasn’t very much to blame — it wasn’t widely believed Miki was responsible for the sudden spike in Missing Persons and Suspiscious Death cases in the area, although some speculated so. The actual purpose of this kidnapping of Miki, which happened while he was sleeping, was for research. Scientific purposes.
Well… the ‘research’ that would ensue felt anything but ‘scientific’ or ‘professional’. In fact, it didn’t even feel humane. Traumatizing levels of pain, while strapped down to a metal surgery table, iron cuffs digging into his wrists and ankles. The agony this team of humans knowingly caused him was even enough to activate his supernatural abilities for the first time.
Unbearable physical pain turned into the incomprehensible and undescribable. He fell into dimensions that shouldn’t even exist. Saw empty laughing faces. Shotguns aimed at him from every direction. Every way he has died, and will ever die, in every universe he could ever exist in. The paradoxical, mind-breaking horror of nonexistence. Demented, gorey alterations of his own childhood memories played on repeat. The machines ate him up. The Void snatched him up with its murky, corrupting tendrils, and tore him limb from limb. Black holes sucked him out of reality, corrupting him from existence with no traces left but a few specks of Hawking radiation.
Any comprehensible method of communication will never be able to describe horrors so intense and severe that they cease to be comprehensible.
To this day, reminders of this event, and subsequent episodes thereof, still send Miki into that same crisis. The trauma remains — but so does the young meowl's resilience and drive. Now, Miki has entered a period of healing, and exploration of both himself and what lies beyond. Newfound supernatural abilities, activated by the very same event that traumatized him so brutally, allow him to explore the Infinite freely and without fear of the things that exist in all the universes that could ever exist. Finding distant societies, new realities with rules so different from any other, and more than what could ever be imagined, Miki has found himself able to come face-to-face with the Infinite, and see the beauty of all that lies within.
And with how far and wide Miki wanders, you never know — it could be your world he'll visit next.