MIHAEL

KEEHL

GIVEN NAME

"who is like God?" | ROMANIAN, SLOVENE

AGE

19-20

HEIGHT

5'7¼" (171 cm)

LIKES

chocolate

SURNAME

"loving change, enthusiasm, reliability" | SLAVIC, RUSSIAN

BIRTHDAY

December 13 (SAGITTARIUS)

WEIGHT

115 lbs (52 kg)

DISLIKES

those better than him

BLOOD TYPE

ENNEAGRAM TYPE

xxxx

MBTI TYPE

xxxx

TRIVIA

Mello's gun is a Beretta 92FS.

headcanons

FUNNY: Hearing someone else laughing will always at least make him crack a smile. Innuendos. Sarcasm or sass of any kind.HANDWRITING: Tiny letters that slant to the right, a straight beginning stroke. A confident, selfish individual that has somewhat low self-esteem but is intelligent. A person who’s outgoing, impulsive, and emotionally sensitive. Someone who’s rigid and doesn’t like being told what to do.DOGS OR CATS: Mello’s a dog person but cats are ok.MUSIC TASTE: Not a huge fan of any genre, really; just likes anything with a good beat. Leans toward metalcore, rock, pop, and alternative, though. Tumblr bands like My Chemical Romance and Twenty One Pilots' 'Trees.' Definitely doesn’t like country, though.GUILTY PLEASURES: Long hot bubble baths using oils and salts with a nice smell. Buying skin care creams. Buying sunglasses of different colors and shapes.WHAT CALMS HIM: Long walks in the middle of the night while eating chocolate and feeling the fresh air in his hair. I feel like writing would be a thing, too. Mello would use that to blow off steam; and he has, like, ten thousand documents unfinished that no one is allowed to look at. Talking to Matt, too; his companion’s point of view (always almost too carefree) helps to ease his mind from time to time -- but he'd never actually tell Matt about it.PAST: Mello and his mother got along great. Mello’s father left, but when he was 7, she remarried. His stepfather quickly changed, taking all his frustration out on tiny Mihael. He beat him and told him never to tell his mother. Eventually, his mother put two and two together, snapping and holding the man at gunpoint. The police came, and Mihael hid behind a couch. His mother shot his stepfather and the police shot her. Mello was sent to Wammy’s when he was 9. The rosary he has was his mother’s.

Even though it’s illegal to own a gun, he still has one despite being scared he’ll be arrested.
He takes super long showers.

y/n

X | BEAUTIFUL: “I’ve been cast out, sequestered. Pushed the fuck around. Blindsided, beaten, locked up and bound. Always thought I was human, but maybe I was wrong. I’ve been treated like an animal since the day I was born…” A tear rolled down her cheek. A sudden warm feeling and arms wrapped around her. “Don’t say or even sing stuff like that… You’re an absolutely beautiful girl. I don’t want you to think like that,” Mello said as he held her tighter. “Thank you…” Myrrh replied faintly. He then peppered her cheek with kisses.X | PLANE CRASH: The phone was snapped in half and in some desolate corner of the living room when Matt came home, a pool of blonde hair splayed out across the kitchen table. His knuckles were white, fingers clutching the bottle as if it were the only thing anchoring him to the world. “She— ah. There were some unforeseen difficulties on the flight and—” he choked. There was nothing else to say.X | CUTTING: Myrrh was hiding something from him, something bad. He thought he knew what was already, but he had to catch her off-guard so he could make sure. She had recently started wearing long pants even though it was the middle of summer and blistering hot, and she was refusing to let him touch her as though he carried the plague. Myrrh was wearing false smiles and looked like she was always on the verge of crying, but refused to share what it was that was bothering her. Questions were shrugged off as nothing or outright ignored, and it was starting to wear on his nerves. Myrrh was in the kitchen, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows and she washed the dishes. Matt and Mello were supposed to be out and she had decided it would be alright to wear shorts. Little did she know— “Jesus Christ, Myrrh! What the hell have you done?” She screamed, dropping the dish in fright as she turned around to face Mello. Myrrh heard the dish breaking as though through a tunnel, all of her attention on Mello as he glowered at her in anger. Her face paled as he approached, his angry gaze not on her face but on the pink marks and words carved into her thighs. They were ugly words, words he never would've thought of her in a thousand years, yet they were on her body like morbid tattoos. He dropped to his knees, warm calloused hands wrapping around her calves, and looked up at her. His anger was fading, leaving confusion and worry in its place. “Is this what you think of yourself, Myrrh?” The woman gave him a half-hearted shrug in answer, tears falling from her eyes as she looked to the side. Myrrh gasped when she felt him kiss the still-tender flesh softly. “You— *kiss* —are— *kiss* —beautiful.” *kiss kiss kiss* She was trembling slightly by the time each and every mark had gotten a kiss, and when he stood up to look into her eyes, she buried her face into his chest as she tried to contain her sobs. “I’m sorry, Mello,” Myrrh whispered. “Don’t be. Just don’t scare me like this again.”

- when he gets drunk he speaks in a Russian accent.- he really likes the Untitled Goose Game and pictures that little boy with the toy airplane as Near while he messes with him in his godly goose form.- he sings really loudly in the shower. Like, he’s basically screaming. He also wins arguments with the soap bottles in there.- I am very biased. HOWEVER. I feel as though he would be the type to pole dance specifically because it is fun and for exercise. More so in an alternate universe where he has time for hobbies and whatnot.- I feel as though he would despise drinking lemonade. The citrus does not accompany the taste of chocolate well at all and we know how much he eats that stuff so I feel like he would just taste that every time he drinks lemonade, therefore avoiding it altogether.- give him a topic and he can rant about it for as long as he’s allowed. He has very strong opinions about many a thing, even mundane things. Whenever Matt gets bored he just brings up one of those topics and lets Mello go at it for however long.- *drops chocolate* *stares down at it* *picks it up* *blows on it* *eats it*- on that note, he licks the chocolate off of donuts. And puts the rest back.- tuck his hair behind his ear oh my god just do it. He won’t show it, in fact he’ll most likely bat your hand away if you do it too suddenly, but the gesture is so innocent and comforting to him and makes him feel cared for.- when Mello shops, he SHOPS. The man is intense. It becomes a ritual, knowing exactly what stores to go to that carry his precise style and which ones have the best prices. If you offer to go with him, god help you. You’re being dragged around all day and perhaps, if he’s really in the zone, into the night as well. He’s mainly focused on buying for himself but, if you ever start to express a desire to leave, that’s when he’ll start to offer you clothes to try on and keep you busy.- he has some of the most creative insults you ever did hear. They were most likely created when he was young and couldn’t curse (thanks, Roger) and he occasionally uses them when he’s out in public and there are children nearby.- he doesn’t laugh a whole bunch, but when he does it’s the most unrestrained, boisterous, adorable laugh ever like wow. I don’t know why but I always imagined him to be the type to not hold back when he laughs, just happy to have something to laugh about. This often times leads to him snorting while he laughs and it’s so damn cute.

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