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Harold Michel

Hmmm? You gotta be kidding me....Ha! That is funny my friend.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Zenia

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Name:Harold Michel
Age:21
Sex:male
Race:seems human
Height:5'10
Weight:unknown
Sexuality:he likes who he likes, not many have caught his eye before
Power/Skills:dance, hand to hand. Hacking
Personality:Seems to always be plotting, but can be a nice guy. Snarky and can be very cocky almost arrogant.
Weapons:a few hidden knives
Unique Features:yellow eyes, green hair
Likes:computers, jazz, his hat, a challenge, electroswing
Dislikes:viruses, authority, bad music, clingy people
Fears:jail, imprisonment. Electrocution
Weakness:only mortal
Past: Not much is known about Harold, or if that is even his real name. He is a hacker and can be a bit of a con man and thief. He breaks in and out of places as a data thief. He has had many alias that he has managed to keep them all straight. When he is not stealing anything he can be found roaming the streets. It is not suggested you fight him though, he knows how to fight and can use some of his fluidity from knowing how to dance to weave past attacks, all with a half smirk on his face.

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Harold Michel's Story

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Harold sat in an abandoned shack, back leaning against the wall. The only light came off his computer screen. The only sound was that of his keyboard as he broke past a systems security. He grinned as his eyes scanned the data as he found the one he was looking for. He grinned as he copied the data onto his flash drive and started to carefully erase his tracks.

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Harold blinked as he heard the laugh, "What in the?" he muttered as he saw his screen go dark. "No, no!" he cried out as he tried to reboot it. "Damn it!" he growled in frustration as he took out the flash drive. "Hopefully I got the data...I can take the comp apart and see if I can salvage anything." he muttered with a shake of his head, his green hair covering his yellow eyes for a bit.

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Harold looked at his computer as he saw the file. "Yeah...I ain't clicking on that....I ain't an idiot..." he muttered as he put the flash drive in as he tried to open it to see if he got the data. He didn't get paid for most of the data...only all of it.

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Harold frowned as he looked at his folders, "Ah there it is...." he muttered as he clicked on the newly renamed file, to busy to realize that that usually wasn't where he kept that folder. "Let's see...." he muttered as he fixed his fedora a bit.

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Harold blinked as he heard the laugh. "Tsk...what in the fell is this-" he started to say as a hand grabbed him by the throat making him cough. "What the fuck?" he muttered as he grabbed the wrist and tried to yank the hand off of him. "Who the hell are you?! Better yet what the fuck are you and why are you in my laptop!" he barked at the voice.

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Harold blinked, "God fucking..." he muttered as he realized his own mistake. "How the hell did you know my name?" he asked him. "So you are Kyneaz huh, Well mind letting go of my neck?" he asked as he kept a grip on the wrist so he could try to break free from it.

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Harold grunted as he felt him being grabbed by the claw hand, he did not date to move, he did not want to give himself a slit throat. "Yeah 'was' is the keyword in that sentence." he remarked bitterly. "So what lot of people snoop, I am not the only one." he remarked as he stared at him, "So what are ya gonna do?" he asked him.

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Harold heard the list as he sighed, "And I thought I back racked well enough...well enough so I wouldn't be found out." he muttered as he heard his offer. He seemed to think about it before smirking. "Nah, I work alone." he remarked as he tried to carefully wriggle out of his claw.

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Harold looked at him, "Quarantine it also works. Might not destroy it but it can't do anything either." he remarked as he glanced at his computer there must be a way to halt it...but it wasn't like he could do anything about it. "Yeah see saying I want to do something while threatening to slice through my neck doesn't...really make me wanna join you."

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Harold glared at him, "A: you grabbed my neck when you did your creepy laugh and popped your hand out of my computer. B:I think I have every right to try and harm you." he commented as he rubbed his throat a bit, his hat casting a shadow on his face. "Great, cause that is what I need..." he muttered as he shut his laptop. "Look I am a hacker, we don't tend to work in groups." he remarked to him. "So how the hell did you get in my computer, were you embedded in the code?"

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Harold looked like he was about to say something before clucking his tongue and rubbed his neck, "Whatever." he muttered, "I don't care about my computer I have more parts to make one and recover the hard drive data." he remarked, "Not like I keep much on it." he remarked as he twirled the flash drive. "Ya know of me, should be flattered...but am not. Not good if my type is found out. So you were a client or my help during missions. Peachy."

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Harold heard the demonic chuckle as he saw Kyneaz bend down to him as he was stared down. He stared back at him with his yellow eye. "Take me? What are you talking about now. You gonna MegaMan me in the computer?" he smirked. "Yeah, you say that but I don't buy it." he remarked though he had to admit, at least to himself, that that tone was...creepy. He gagged at the smell. He tried to keep from coughing as he felt the oil spill all over him. He growled at that as he took off his hat and shook it a bit to get it off of it. Showing his face completely before he placed it back atop his head.

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Harold looked at him, "yeah you can't rewrite humans...." he muttered as he thought about it, technically humans were like a living computer so it might be possible. "Am I supposed to say thanks?" he asked him as he crossed his arms. "Look I don't even know what you want. Assimalation is all you stated."

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Harold looked at him as he put his flash drive away. "Your bad side?" he asked him as he wiped off his laptop. "It isn't a theory...it is a hypothesis." he corrected him. "A theory is something that is pretty much proven as a law. Like Gravity, that is a theory...but someone someday may still disprove it." he explained. "Oh you were? Great. Then of course you ended up like this." he stated to him.

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Harold leaned against the wall as he took out his pocket watch checking the time as he listened to him. "So....you were a hacker, got infected by a virus? Lost your hair, became a computer virus and now need someone to help you correct a mistake." he recited as he shut his pocket watch with a snap. "And I am the one to help you?" he asked him. "And test you? My, my you are sensitive to words aren't you?" he asked arrogantly.

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Harold looked at him, "Threatening...Noooo ya think?" he asked him as he saw the body collapse on itself as he grabbed his computer. He looked at the now humans style as he clucked his tongue, "Great." he muttered as he loked at his own clothing looking at him with his radioactive yellow eyes. "Ya stole my look too?" he asked him.

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Harold looked at him, "Yeah whatever." he muttered as he tipped his hat down a bit. "Look Kynaez gonna take more than just being human now to convince me to work for you. Ya see I don't get hired by people. I choose who I work for. I get info decide if it is boring or not and consider it." he remarked as he crossed his arms.

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Harold nodded, "Yeah you think of a way to do that, in the mean time I have a drop off to do..." he remarked as he picked up his computer and put it in his bag. He wasn't convinced that he'd be, well, convinced. "Also you ever oil me again the results won't be pretty. I know more than just hacking." he remarked as he headed for the window of the building, the door long since rusted shut.

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Harold stopped in his tracks, "Jesus...." he muttered, "Drop offs are done one on one. If you were the great hacker you said you were than you would know that, I bring someone else I get a bullet through my head, and I don't think a computer virus could save me then."

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Harold looked at him. "What are you...Hey! Stay away! What are you doing don't reach in there!" he snapped as he felt a hand in his pocket before the guy vanished. The only thing he carried in there was his pocketwatch. "Oh don't tell me..." he muttered as he pulled his pocket watch out. "goddamit. Did you infect this? Do you have any idea what this is?" he snapped at him. He had modified his pocketwatch to record voices, act as a camera and send the pictures to a secure place as well as hold a lot of data, all while nobody suspected a thing.

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Harold frowned, "If you mess with any of my data on that I wil find away to get rid of you, understood? And no looking in files." he snapped as he put it back in his pocket. "...no need to tell me twice." he muttered as he climbed out the window and to the destined place, carefully looking around as he saw a glint from a rooftop. "sniper..." he thought to himself as he shook his head and walked forward acting like he did not notice. He soon saw a black car as he smirked. "Ms. Kageyama I assume?" he asked as he gave her a bow. "Gramatik..." she mutterd. He nodded, "Yep. Money slid over and I will give you the data." he explained. "Did you look at it?" she sternly asked. "Not really got a few...bugs out of it. Other than that I don't care." he remarked as he showed her the flash drive. She nodded as she slid the money over to him. He nodded as he tossed her the flashdrive. She smirked as he smiled. "What you are so happy about? Oh right! The niper up there right?" he asked as he waved to the sniper. "Hello there sir!" he called out before looking at her. "Yeah you think I am unprepared? I didn't look at the data, but for this price...it is illegal, and I have a contiguency plan. You see if I die and a password from my home computer isn't...filled then you go to jail or worse." he explained. "Also no point of torturing me, I have three, one two send data, one to blow up the computer and send it...and the third is the real. Won't know which one is a lie...and no second chances." he whispered to her as she trembled. He picked up the bag as he tipped his hat to her, "Pleasure doing business with you." he said as he walked away. He took out his pocketwatch. "I hate clients like that, like I wouldn't be prepared for a simple sniper..." he muttered. "You didn't touch anything in there did you?" he asked his watch.

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Harold smirked, "Talking pocket watch great." he muttered as he shrugged, "I get those a lot think that it would be best to shoot the informant, a good plan...if the informant was an idiot." he explained as he looked around. He started to head home when he felt something slam into the back of his head making him stumble forward as he turned around to see a few thugs. He sighed, "Hired hands..no way to link to Ms. Kageyama...and obviously didn't hear the news, or you are from a company and are the hired hands from them." he remarked as one tried to punch him. He grabbed his fist as he snapped the wrist.

He fought as long as he could, but there were too many. Soon he was pinned against the wall bleeding from his head and mouth and suffering a fractured rib as a man with a knife came at him. "Any last words?" the man asked him in a whisper. Harold looked up with him, one of his eyes swollen shut as he spat blood on him. Glaring at him.

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Harold felt his pocket watch fall to the ground, "....Kyneaz...well his is not going to turn out well for them." he thought to himself as he saw Kyneaz appear roar at the thugs. "Not well at all." he muttered as he saw him rip a guy in half, looking away as he did so, he felt the blood land on him as he sighed. "Great first oil and now body fluids." he muttered as he broke free of the ones holding him. Soon there was two left as he saw the dagger being kicked to him as he put his boot on it. He felt one man try to sneak up on him as he elbowed him in the gut before he slammed his palm against his noise braking it before he repeated the movement twice quickly as the man died a splinter of his bone had been jammed into his brain killing him. "There is a reason I wear gloves." he muttered as he shook his hat off and picked up hsi watch putting it back in his pocket as he picked up the bag of money and his laptop bag.

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Harold looked at him, "I..." he tsked, "I didn't ask for your help." he muttered, not denying that he needed his help. Not really accepting it either. "Yeah, yeah. Least you got that out of it." he remarked as he knelt down to one and pulled out the wallet as he checked the ID. Memorizing the name. "Might as well make this look like a mugging. Well besides the torn in half one." he muttered as he took the money and credit cards. He wasn't stupid enough to use the cards he'd probably sell em to someone who deserved to be put away for murder...he knew many. He got up as he pocketed the money. "Just glad they don't know my..." he heard a noise and covered his face. He glanced at Kynez. "Gotta get out of dodge." he muttered in a voice only Kyneaz could hear.

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Harold shrugged, "There is a glen I know of, outta the way but better than nothing." he muttered as he heard panting, he kept his hat on to mask his face. It would be better if people did not link him to an event like this. He heard panting and footsteps, "More coming, you wanna go back in the watch or you wanna split up?" he asked in a hushed tone of voice as he felt on of his hidden blades. As he said he knew more than just hacking.

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