hello, friends! here to present to you (my final muse) ivo michiels, a mutagen pacifist who’d rather use his gifts for art and protecting people. as of late, he serves as an art instructor for the local community. on the side he’d paint and busk as well. he’s inspired by real painters like renoir and gogh, how he applies his powers is very reminiscent of sai. i have a not-so tldr version of his background below the cut. additional stuff like playlist and pinterest board should be on my pinned post, if you want to have a look. as far as connections/plots goes, i prefer to brainstorm. now, if you want me to pop in your dms, just leave a heart!
born in 2002 on the cornish coast of england, where the sea was both playground and teacher.
his mother, claire michiels, a registered telepath with psionic resonance, worked as a consultant for the early british mutagen observation program.
his father, thomas michiels, a hydrokinetic, taught him that “water remembers every touch”—a phrase that became his life’s mantra.
the family lived quietly near the shore, away from the politics of london, tending gardens of sea grass and collecting driftwood.
ivo’s childhood was gentle but isolated—no neighbors, few friends, only the rhythm of the tide and the quiet hum of his parents’ abilities filling the air.
his mutation surfaced at twelve, during a school field trip: a girl fell into the current, and ivo, without thinking, reached out. witnesses said the water “rose to meet him,” forming a shimmering cocoon that lifted both to safety.
the mutagenic oversight board classified his hydrokinesis as stable yet advanced, citing his instinctive control as “an anomaly of inherited synergy.”
his father saw potential; his mother saw danger. he was taught restraint first, creation second.
by fifteen, anti-mutagen protests had begun across the u.k.—waves of fear dressed as patriotism.
during one protest near their coastal home, thomas used his powers to shield civilians. he was killed by extremists who accused him of “playing god.” the footage went viral; the sea turned red that day.
ivo and his mother fled the country under diplomatic protection, arriving in district x months later.
he began teaching art at a small community center—children, retirees, anyone who wanted to create.
his exhibitions, like waterlight and echo tides, combined hydrokinesis and psionics: water forming ribbons of suspended paint that followed his voice and motion.
he uses his powers only for art and protection, never for combat. his philosophy: “creation is defense enough.”
ironically, ivo fears large bodies of water—never swims, never sails. he says, “the sea doesn’t forget what it takes.”
whales often appear in his work, rendered in deep blues and silvers. he says they represent his father—massive, gentle, and always vanishing beneath the surface.
his life now is quiet but filled with undercurrents: grief disguised as beauty, memory disguised as motion.
to the d.m.h.o., ivo michiels is a model citizen—compliant, cooperative, peaceful.
to his students, he is a wonder.
to himself, he is still the boy who learned that even sorrow can move like water—endlessly, and without end.
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