Mikhail is a sailor, that much can be seen at first sight. A fully bearded, rugged face worn by the dry sea winds and the unforgiving sun harbors fierce, penetrating blueish grey eyes. Deep wrinkles have developed near his eyes, no doubt from the many hours spend squinting against the fiery light of the setting sun. His body appears to be slim and not very large, but deceivingly so. His muscles are trained well enough, and the lack of sheer power is made up by the agility and confidence of his movements. Women probably don't regard Mikhail as an handsome man, since the scars inflicted by a plenthora of weapons are many. Yet, his self-confidence and sharp features grant him above average charisma.

As a noble of the Yew area, Mikhail is burdened with serving his homeland at a level not commonly accessible to the normal guardsman. The economy, safety and standing of Yew all belong to the agenda of the nobility. In the progress, Mikhail and his noble collegues don't shun working in favor of their own well-being. Mikhail feels his personal task is to support the militia by fighting along its side in the time of need, and safeguarding its interests by directing his powers as a noble.

Success and accomplishment are regular events in Mikhail's life, and he expects nothing less from himself, nor from others around him. He's self-confident, bordering on arrogant, and many regard him too demanding. Yet those that live up to his expectations are rewarded with a friend that will stand besides them unconditionally. Friends are an important part of Mikhail's life, and he will employ the powers available to him to their advantage. To those close to him, Mikhail is a caring, yet somewhat overprotective man.