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About Mykhail

Raised by his loving parents, Leandra and Marcus Amell. They didn't exactly have the money to raise Mykhail the way they wanted to but they were happy none the less. For his 15th birthday his mother and father surprise him by taking him to see the city as he'd never been, growing up in the slums on the outskirts of the city didn't make traveling easy. His father left the to the 'fun' stuff while he went on his own searching for ingredients that were hard to come by for his practice in alchemy. He and his mother spent the day joking about all the wealthy people around them, making up ridiculous life stories for them, and ate some of the best foods he'd ever eaten.

It was on their way back to meet up with his father when a man approached them asking for their valuables. His mother being sassy said there was no way she'd hand over her son. The man didn't take kindly to it and he pulled out a weapon that Mykhail had never seen before. Suddenly there was a loud sound and then his mother was clutching her stomach as she sank to her knees. Mykhail felt the heat of her blood sinking into his clothing as he watched his mother bleeding out, not sure how it was possible that a man dozens of feet away had managed to hurt her while he'd been so far away.

Anger welling inside him he rushes the man, the loud noise ringing in his ears one more and then he felt a slight pinch in his side but he didn't stop until he knocked the man over, his weapon clattering to the ground. Mykhail didn't stop beating him until the man was begging to be let go. He grabbed the weapon the other had used to injure his mother and he pointed it at the man who cowered before him. His finger sliding into place on some sort of trigger and when he pulled it that loud shot rang out and the man's body stilled, he could see the rush of blood seeping into the ground. He looked at the weapon in astonishment. The thing had jerked in his hands, perhaps it was shooting a projectile of some sort, he'd have to ask his father about it.

Realizing that he was going to have to tell his father about his mother, Mykhail went to find him, tucking the weapon away so that his father wouldn't take it. He wanted to learn more about it. The next couple of months pass slowly, everything seeming different about their house that now seemed so dark and empty without his mother. He continued to help his father with his practice when he remembered about the weapon he now had hidden in his room under the floorboards.

Sure enough his father had known about the weapon and told him that it was a new sort of weapon. He went on to tell him how it worked and how to make the gunpowder, that it was actually something he crafted. So Mykhail bid his time, learning all that he could so that his father wouldn't ask questions. He would make his own ammunition then sneak off and practice shooting. He did this for years until he started to become more proficient with the pistol.

He made a vow to his mother's headstone to get justice for what happened to her, he would keep the peace by any means necessary.
Now at the age of 20 he heard about a protest against Barzillai Thrune and his new proclamations. The whole situation reeked of injustice and he would see it set right by any means necessary.