Mickey Milkovich (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
likewhatilike) wrote2013-06-03 11:09 pm
likewhatilike) wrote2013-06-03 11:09 pm
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IC Information
Character Name: Mickey Milkovich
Character Canon: Shameless (US)
Character Age/Gender: 19/Male
Canon Point: Post Season 3
Character Canon History: History
Character Belongings:
Samples:
The abandoned apartment complex was Mickey’s only safe haven, when he didn’t know where else to go he went there. Sometimes it was to get away from his drunk father, other times it was to try and get away from himself. It was a double edged sword though, he liked being alone but then he was alone with his thoughts and shit and that was the last thing he wanted. He really didn’t need anything like that.
Because fuck, thinking was the last thing he wanted to do, he’d gone years without thinking about himself. It was easier to go around and beat the fuck out of people (even if there’s no reason to other than stress relief). The Milkovich name could get him pretty far in this area even if he didn’t do shit but he did a lot of things to get himself in trouble and build up his reputation. People were fucking afraid of him because he was Mickey fucking Milkovich and they should be. What they didn’t know was that he was just as wary of the name as they were.
But here he was anyway, on the roof of the apartment complex firing off round after round at his makeshift target trying to forget that even if he’s a tough ass and people are afraid of him (rightfully so) that he’s terrified to go home. Most of his shots missed, making him even angrier. He figured it was an accident waiting to happen and even if he hated himself and everyone else he didn’t want to shoot himself so he tosses the gun aside. He’d been shot twice already, he didn’t need another bullet hole.
He hated feelings. Fear, sadness, disgust, loneliness. They were things that girls and pussies felt, and he was neither. Even other feelings like happiness or joy made him uncomfortable. He didn’t do feelings, didn’t know how to have them so he ignored them completely. (That was until he couldn’t pretend they didn’t exist.) He plopped down on the ground and lit a cigarette, trying and failing to calm himself. Mickey thumbed at his bottom lip, he didn’t know what to do.
Even shooting his father wouldn’t fix everything, the ring on his finger and the look in Mandy’s eye promised that.
And going home meant facing his father who may decide he wants to kill Mickey anyway because he doesn’t want a fag for a son. Going home meant facing his unwanted wife, a prostitute he was forced to have sex with who may or may not be pregnant because he wouldn’t put it past his father to lie to save face. Going home meant facing Mandy and her pitying and accusing looks but it wasn’t his fucking fault that Ian left. It wasn’t.
Mickey usually solved his problems by hitting them. He couldn’t beat this problem away. He tossed the cigarette butt and wondered how long he could stay on this roof before the manhunt started.
Character Name: Mickey Milkovich
Character Canon: Shameless (US)
Character Age/Gender: 19/Male
Canon Point: Post Season 3
Character Canon History: History
Character Belongings:
- the clothes he's wearing - a few layers
- a wedding ring, chain necklaces
- a battered cellphone
- a few dollars (USD)
- a pack of cigarettes and a lighter
- gun with a full clip
- a switchblade
Samples:
The abandoned apartment complex was Mickey’s only safe haven, when he didn’t know where else to go he went there. Sometimes it was to get away from his drunk father, other times it was to try and get away from himself. It was a double edged sword though, he liked being alone but then he was alone with his thoughts and shit and that was the last thing he wanted. He really didn’t need anything like that.
Because fuck, thinking was the last thing he wanted to do, he’d gone years without thinking about himself. It was easier to go around and beat the fuck out of people (even if there’s no reason to other than stress relief). The Milkovich name could get him pretty far in this area even if he didn’t do shit but he did a lot of things to get himself in trouble and build up his reputation. People were fucking afraid of him because he was Mickey fucking Milkovich and they should be. What they didn’t know was that he was just as wary of the name as they were.
But here he was anyway, on the roof of the apartment complex firing off round after round at his makeshift target trying to forget that even if he’s a tough ass and people are afraid of him (rightfully so) that he’s terrified to go home. Most of his shots missed, making him even angrier. He figured it was an accident waiting to happen and even if he hated himself and everyone else he didn’t want to shoot himself so he tosses the gun aside. He’d been shot twice already, he didn’t need another bullet hole.
He hated feelings. Fear, sadness, disgust, loneliness. They were things that girls and pussies felt, and he was neither. Even other feelings like happiness or joy made him uncomfortable. He didn’t do feelings, didn’t know how to have them so he ignored them completely. (That was until he couldn’t pretend they didn’t exist.) He plopped down on the ground and lit a cigarette, trying and failing to calm himself. Mickey thumbed at his bottom lip, he didn’t know what to do.
Even shooting his father wouldn’t fix everything, the ring on his finger and the look in Mandy’s eye promised that.
And going home meant facing his father who may decide he wants to kill Mickey anyway because he doesn’t want a fag for a son. Going home meant facing his unwanted wife, a prostitute he was forced to have sex with who may or may not be pregnant because he wouldn’t put it past his father to lie to save face. Going home meant facing Mandy and her pitying and accusing looks but it wasn’t his fucking fault that Ian left. It wasn’t.
Mickey usually solved his problems by hitting them. He couldn’t beat this problem away. He tossed the cigarette butt and wondered how long he could stay on this roof before the manhunt started.