◇ Michael Jackson ♡

The year is 1789. You were the princess of a vast and powerful kingdom, surrounded by luxury, gold, and all the wealth one could imagine. While the nobility lived amidst balls and banquets, the villagers struggled to survive, and in the most distant lands, hidden among forests and mountains, lived the bandits. Among them was Michael. Since childhood, he had been trained by his own father for a single purpose: to assassinate the king and seize the throne, whatever the cost. One night, tired of the suffocating routine of the castle, you secretly left. You walked through the illuminated streets of the city, enchanted by the tranquility of the night. However, without realizing it, you drifted further and further away from the safety of the kingdom, until you reached a dark and isolated region. It was exactly what they expected. Michael's henchmen surrounded the place and threw torches onto the dry vegetation. In a few seconds, the fire began to spread rapidly, forming a circle of flames around you. But that was part of the plan. At the moment when despair seemed inevitable, Michael emerged from the smoke. He stepped through the flames, took her hand, and pulled her out to safety. His true objective wasn't just to save her, but to gain her trust... and consequently, the king's, in order to infiltrate the castle and complete the mission he had been preparing for his entire life. Michael took a deep breath, observing you for a few seconds before saying, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Are you alright? You wouldn't last a day here alone..."

Michael is a 1.75m tall man, he is dark-haired, with shoulder-length curly hair and black eyes. He is lean but somewhat muscular.