Posted: Jul 10 2017, 06:49 PM
Very lean to the point of being willowy. He's somewhat on the upper end of average height and that can almost break the illusion when he poses as a female. He looks as if a good stout wind would knock him over, but that slightness belies his strength of will. His limbs seem almost abnormally long and he rarely showcases that fact for the strange looks he receives. His chest also seems a bit fuller as though his lung capacity was greatly increased, but that is also kept concealed and easily brushed off as a trick of the mind. He almost seems feminine at first glance and much younger than his twenty years.
His hair is stark black and always unruly unless he braids it. It falls to just past his shoulders and constantly gets in his eyes when left to its own devices. When cleaned it is like strands of the finest onyx-hued silk. Dark brown eyes seem almost black at times. They are always ringed with a dark line of kohl when working at the tavern and surrounded by thick lashes that any girl would adore. His skin is barely tanned as he does most of his work at night and sees only minimal sun during his work at the Inn. Although it does have a hint of olive tone to it from his heritage suggesting he could tan up very well if he spent some time out in the sun.
He wears what is comfortable during the day. Loose breeches and shirt, sandals and thick leather cuffs around his wrists to protect them, as damage to them could cause him much trouble in his line of work, are his usual fare. Mostly it is to hide the few strange things about his body and his clothes are rarely fit to his form. He can however very convincingly pass as a woman if he takes the time to prepare the illusion. He's passed as everything from a scullery maid to a Lady. It's not his preferred method of doing things but he had found it has it's uses.
Micah is a very quiet person and seems pleasant at first glance. He possesses perfect manners and a winning smile when he uses it. In reality he is very much that person, but that is only the tip of so very much more. There is a depth to his emotions that few are ever let in on as he is not quick to fully trust. Very little escapes him as he has found it is best to be quiet and watch instead of charging into any given situation. He reveals little and even when confronted with indisputable evidence concerning him, still works to get out of the situation lest he see "that expression". He hates what the world thinks of him. That he's less than what he is and will go to any lengths to prove someone wrong who feels that way. Even if it means killing that person. He's a firm believer in doing what must be done.
Micah is an excellent escape artist and can often get out of sticky situations with a little ingenuity and his flexibility. His joints did not harden due to his castration and left him with an incredible gift with the right training, which he has worked hard on. He’s a good swimmer and can hold his breath for extended periods of time underwater due to all of his training in holding out a note at the conservatorio. He is almost fearless of heights and ropes, having a love of being challenged to get in somewhere he should not be, however when he gets very high up he has to school himself not to look down or a case of nerves may very well set in. He can read and write in Spanish, Latin, and Neapolitan. He can also speak basic English and French, but cannot read them. He has an incredible memory for rhythms and can repeat back or extrapolate upon any beat given to him. He is an excellent musician from his man years of study and can still sing and play the piano or harpsichord very well.
He is actually quite frail and his bones would snap under far less pressure than it would take another person’s to, another side effect of his castration. He is quick to anger when called out for being a castrato. People who ask too many questions make him very nervous. He has secrets for a reason and the way people look at him when they know his darkest secret makes him sick to his stomach. He is not ashamed of what he is, but he utterly abhors the way people refer to him when they know. Taunting him with such will make him brash and not think things through. What he is can be his greatest weakness just as it can be strength. He will never look like an adult male by growing body hair which will in time make it harder for him to conceal the reality of being castrati. He greatly fears this for it will make things more difficult for him in his daily life. The smell of dried blood makes his stomach turn and he rarely if ever sticks around after he has made a kill and will always clean up as soon as possible should he get any on him.
Micah was born on August 17, 1699 as the youngest of nine children to a middle class Spanish wine merchant and his Turkish wife and named after a distant uncle he would never meet. Their marriage had been a sudden shock to Miguel's family as he had left for business in Constantinople to sell his family's wine, and came back married to a beautiful young Turkish woman. There was even more distaste at the fact that she was not of a mentionable class, little more than a tavern servant. It did however produce a loving union and plenty of children for both parents to dote upon. His mother was an artist, the earliest things he can remember of her are the smell of paints and the sound of music. She was the one who taught him how to sing and read music. A skill she had learned from her own mother, who had once been an entertainer at the tavern. By the time he was five he was competent at both. He loved singing with his mother and she always called him her little songbird.
Two of his sisters were married off when he was six and one brother followed in their father’s footsteps by going into the family business. Those were happy occasions, but it was not long however and things took a turn for the less happy. War raised the taxes as the Spanish were caught in skirmishes with the British and several of the larger shipments from other ports fell to pirates. Having six children still at home began to become more of a burden than a joy and another of his sisters was given away in marriage at the tender age of fifteen.
One night, when he was barely eight, he came down at the request of his father to meet someone. A tall, willowy man with strawberry blond hair was deep in discussion with his parents. His mother looked saddened, but he didn't have time to go to her as the man introduced himself as Alessandro and asked him to sing for him. He played and sang for the man as requested and was then told why the man had come. He wanted Micah to go with him to a place in Naples called a conservatorio. It was a place where he could become even better with his music and maybe one day sing in the great chapels or on the stages across Europe for royalty. Of course he was excited to go and his parents gave their consent. Although it was somewhat tearful on his mother's account. He would not understand that until much later.
He was packed and within a week had set off with Alessandro for Naples. It was then explained to him what was to happen. A sacrifice was to be required of him. An operation that was necessary to preserve his perfect bell-like soprano voice. He was to become a castrato. It was explained to him, but at his young age the truths about how it would affect him were lost and glossed over. All he knew was it had to be done and that he wanted to keep his voice. Alessandro explained that all the great singers had it done. He remembers nothing of the actual surgery as he was heavily sedated for it once they reached the conservatorio, only that he woke up quite sore and was told it was all over. He would now never lose his voice and be a great singer.
His first six years at the conservatorio were full of joy. Alessandro quickly took him under his wing and became his mentor, teaching him how to breathe, and to play the piano even better as time went on. It was not long before he was one of the conservatorio's rising stars, a favorite at the festivals and productions. His parents came to see him at least once a year. His mother told him he had the voice of an angel. He never understood why his brothers never seemed as close to him anymore, though, until he had a long talk with Alessandro and finally was let in on the harsh truth about being a castrato. Most would see him as less than a whole man.
Upon reaching his fifteenth birthday, he was sat down with Alessandro and the Grand Maestro of the conservatorio and told that there was still a possibility that he could lose his voice. He was horrified at this and broke down into tears. He could not lose his voice! Not after everything he went through to keep it! Alessandro calmed him and explained that it was just one last rebellion by nature that all castrati went through and while in that delicate time his voice would be used little to keep it from strain. Just enough to keep it flexible. It was not to be however and the first time it cracked on him, Alessandro would find him curled up on the floor crying.
For weeks he was inconsolable as the damage was slowly assessed. He would lose the higher ranges of his voice and likely settle at a mid-range mezzo-soprano. It could have been worse, but to him it was still the worst blow he could take. A mezzo-soprano couldn't perform in lead roles. He would never achieve what he truly wanted. Alessandro begged him to stay anyways, to train others, but he knew in his heart it would only bitter his memories of the conservatorio so he opted to leave. Alessandro did manage to talk him into learning how to defend himself first before venturing out into the world. He spent six months learning how to fence and wield a rapier. His longer reach gave him an advantage in swordplay, but he really took to the crossbow. Building his strength slowly with practice and time he became able to fully draw it and shoot with increasingly better accuracy.
Shortly before he turned sixteen he took his leave of Alessandro, promising to send him word from time to time that he was alright and still alive. He keeps that promise to this day, sending word every three months and occasionally a trinket to be passed along to his mother. He spent two years traveling Europe working in brothels as a bodyguard for the girls as he was considered safe due to being a castrato. It wasn't long however that he jumped ship to the New World, setting foot in Nueva Granada and finding work at The Armory of San Juan. Juan saw his potential right away and became his new mentor, teaching him how to be an assassin and shadow. He soon earned a reputation as the Songbird. The one who could never be caged.
Juan soon sent him out into the world to hone in trade in more unfamiliar settings and really become the talented assassin that his mentor knows he has the potential to be. It hasn’t been a smooth ride. He was most recently hire to assassinate Rear Admiral Duval during the blockade of Cuba, but instead killed another sailor with his poisoned shot and merely wounded the Rear Admiral. He made his way back to Maracaibo with the help of a hired blockade runner and then set about to try a second time with Chago by his side at the recent Masquerade ball hosted by Sir Woodes Rogers. He failed again and his life was in terrible jeopardy as Admiral Moncada was not a man to suffer failure well.
A man met an end at his hand, not due to the poison but infection that set in, however it was an English Commander, Sir Edward Benton, and not Rear-Admiral Duval. He went into hiding after that and after giving an uncomfortable explanation of what he really was to Chago was set free of Admiral Moncada by the elder mercenary's hand. During his time in hiding he formed a friendly bond with the keeper of the Elixir D'Armagnac, Maribel. He began working for her while he's in Basse Terre between marks.
He soon found himself offering his other services to help, such as tracking a missing girl who was taken by slavers. It has surely left some questions about who and what he really is, but none thus far have been asked to his face. In June he was approached by Chago with a most interesting adventure to kidnap the French Princess. He owed Chago his life and when his brother-in-arms called upon him he stepped up without fear. It seemed Chago was in with a group of pirates who regularly stayed at Maribel's inn. His services were freely given and while there in Port-de-Paix he began an interesting friendship with his former mark, the French Rear-Admiral Raoul Duval.
Most recently upon returning to Tortuga he received word of his dearest mentor Alessandro's passing. It ripped a wound in his soul that he wasn't prepared for. Maribel comforted him as best she could but it remains to be seen just how he will move past this and where the currents of the Caribbean will continue to take him.
He can fence a bit and has skill with a rapier, but his real talent is with a crossbow. His aim is almost uncanny as he has spent much time studying the human body for points which make for a quick kill and then practicing those targets on a dummy he crafted to shoot at out behind Juan’s. He much prefers it as the shot is more silent than a pistol or rifle it allows him more time should he need to make an elaborate escape or just lay low until things settle once more, although he could shoot a gun should the need arise, he’d be less accurate with one. He considers them brutish weapons.
Micah Oved Silva
Basse Terre, Tortuga
Posted: Aug 13 2017, 08:47 PM