Mitchell Johnson
Legacy Name: Mitchell Johnson

Height: 5'11"
Weight: ~145 lbs.
Phyiscal Appearance: When it comes to Mitch’s build, he isn’t very intimidating—shoulders spaced close together, long legs, and generally a very lean appearance, not very muscular. He was obviously built for running, and he isn't someone you'd expect to be a tattoo artist. His hair is dark brown, almost black. It's four inches at its longest, and very untidy most of the time. His skin is very tanned, as well, which further brings out his striking blue eyes. However, he looks gaunt, as though his skin is stretched somewhat over his skull, giving him sharp features and a hollow look to his face. He seems malnourished.
He most often wears his black leather jacket (which he is very fond of, almost to the point of being obsessive), a white T-shirt, and a pair of ragged jeans. He never takes off his chain necklace, which has his father’s dog tags hanging on it. He has a few tattoos himself: one of a deer's skull on his back between his shoulder blades, two different barbed wire designs around his left wrist, and a small, coiled snake on his ankle.
**Note: I'm not sure why he carries those dogtags around all the time, since his father died before he was born, so he wouldn't remember him, but he hasn't let anything on, and I'm not going to ask.
Powers: He's a shapeshifter, but he can only turn into a caribou, which really only comes in handy if he's trying to camouflage in a forest or running from something. His senses are heightened a bit, as well, but mostly just in smell and hearing. Other than that, he's an ordinary human being.

Likes: Mitch shows appreciation for almost any type of nature. He enjoys walks and runs, especially through the woods, and he likes sightseeing. He likes to listen to soft, lullabye-like tunes and piano music, and sketching is one of his favorite hobbies.
Dislikes: When I said "almost any type of nature", I was excluding centipedes, spiders, and all those sort of creepy-crawlies--though, oddly, he doesn't mind snakes. His pet peeves are when people litter, pamper their pets, and drop their cigarettes wherever they please. Fish are digusting to him, and he hates crowds or loud noises.
**Note: The way Mitch put it, fish is to him like vegetables are to little kids.
Strengths: He's quick-witted and he has a long stride. He doesn't seem to tire easily--at all--and he's good at blending in almost anywhere.
Weaknesses: He's a human--most of the time--so he obviously wouldn't do very well matched up against an elf or anything supernatural. He's really only good at running away and hiding.
Fears: Mitch is a bit of a sissy in that he's afraid of blood and dead things. He'll vomit--or even pass out--at the sight of a body, and don't even ask him to bandage a wound. He gets really nervous when someone tries to fight him, and if he gets any kind of serious injury, he might start to hyerventilate. He fears for those he loves, too, and he would hate to have to watch a friend die.

Overall Personality: As a side-effect of being a deer-shifter, Mitch—though not high-strung—is easily startled. Some people take advantage of it, but he accepts their jokes in good nature, though secretly, he’s annoyed. Though he trusts people all too easily, he finds it hard to open up in front of others.
That’s not to say that he isn’t antisocial. He likes company just as much as solitude, and he’s always interested to hear other stories. He tends to latch onto people with a sense of humor and will always enjoy a joke—as long as it’s not played on him. When he’s alone, however, his imagination runs wild.
Of course, he has his flaws. Many things bother him, but he acts calm and happy around everyone else because he knows, in most cases, that it isn’t their fault. Plus, he hates being a downer. On the other hand, this can cause him to bottle up feelings inside, and occasionally they leak out in short, snappy remarks, and in some cases, have exploded violently into existence. This has rarely happened, though, and in most cases, he keeps his anger under control.