тнє мιѕ¢єℓℓαηєσυѕ тαℓєѕ σƒ вє¢qυєяєℓ мι¢нαєℓιѕ

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Hello! Please do not post on this thread.

This will be my form for Tempest Rain's Staff Kiamara.

I hope you enjoy my form c:

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ƒυℓℓ ηαмє
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Becquerel Michaelis
(beh-kwah-earl) (mic-ay-less)

His first name comes from the French scientist Henri Becquerel, the first person to discover radioactive decay. The surname he inherited comes from a German biochemist, Leonor Michaelis, who discovered how to stain the mitochondria (the powerhouse of a cell), so it could be seen and studied.

ηι¢кηαмєs
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He'd prefer if you'd call him by his full name, but he will
sometimes go by the nicknames Bec, Que, and Querel.

αgє
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His real age is unknown, although he appears to be a young adult,
in the mid 19-23 range.

gєη∂єя
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Becquerel is, in fact, a male.

вιятн∂αу
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January 18th

αѕтяσℓσgι¢αℓ ѕιgη
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Becquerel is a Capricorn ♑

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вℓσσ∂ туρє
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AB+

ѕєχυαℓιту
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Panromantic Asexual
(he will date any gender, but feels no need to reproduce)

ℓιкєѕ
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• Rollercoasters
• Waking up early
• Spicy foods
• Paranormal shows
• Large cities

∂ιѕℓιкєѕ
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• Taffy
• Nicknames
• Anything sticky
• Abstract art
• Having to swallow his pride

ƒєαяѕ
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• Being stuck in a small space
• Falling backwards off a high place
• Getting framed for a crime he didn't commit

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Since the beginning of time, there has been decay.

One of the driving forces of nature, it weeds out the weak and feeds the strong. Without decay, crowding and overpopulation in plants would occur, covering the continents in their silent, leafy wake, muffling the footsteps beneath humanities feet.

With many driving forces, there are powerful beings behind them. Becquerel Michaelis happens to be one of those beings. As a god of decay, he gains his power from the deterioration of the things around him. The continuous atrophy of life that surrounded him allowed him to continue the cessation, and allowed him to remain youthful and powerful, the very picture of what a god should look like. With an iron fist, he ruled over the Earth, bringing his decay to those who's time was up, and shielding the young from the rot that follows in his footsteps.

At least, until he got bored of doing his job like that.