Post by Mri on Jan 14, 2010 16:36:12 GMT -5
Age: Thirty-three (33)
Gender: Male
Profession: Mercenary << deceased >>
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Profession: Mercenary << deceased >>
Appearance:
His eyes are a milky white (he’s blind) with a single pinprick of a light blue in the center. Black hair slides across his face in a kind of unkempt-fixed appearance. His nose is long and straight; his mouth a little on the small side. His face is all angles and he stands at 6’3” with well-toned muscles.Personality:
In the space between his left shoulder and neck, there are three small scars that are placed horizontally above one another with the middle one half way out to the left (the mark of the family).
He is also missing his left hand, for it was cut off right before his death.
He’s suspicious of everyone and leans heavily on the paranoid side because of his lack of eyesight and having grown up more on the dangerous side of the world. He doesn’t speak much, preferring actions to words (unless he’s acting) and never goes anywhere unarmed (within his handy-dandy cane there’s a knife fixed to the underside of the dragon’s head, which acts as both the handle of the cane and blade). And though he doesn't speak much unless he's acting, he thinks a lot and his thoughts are usually sarcastic. From time to time though, they'll slip through, especially if he's irritated.History:
At the age of four he lost his eyesight when his father came home in a fowl mood and kicked the remaining embers of a fire. He hadn't noticed his son was there and a few embers had touched upon Malleus' eyes.Additional Information:
A year later he was made into a ward at Redmont when his father was lost to the throes of battle [his mother died in childbirth]. The other children had kept out of his way as if he had something contagious. He'd thought of it as a game when he was younger, but as he grew to understand, bitterness seeped into his mind. He began to resent the other children and play cruel tricks on them though he was never caught because of people mistaking his 'disability' to do so. He'd learn to rely on his other senses, especially his hearing, touch, and smell; but he learned to hide it, contempt to play the one who needed to be forever helped.
On the Choosing Day he wasn't picked for anything and instead of becoming a farmer, he decided to set out on his own. He learned to distinguish the sounds of the forest and after almost starving to death, he managed to track a rabbit with his hearing. He wasn't able to eat any plants since he didn't know which were posionous and which weren't until a few months after that. By listening to the grinding of teeth that told him a herbivore was currently snacking on something, and then pinpointing the plant and berries by their smell (and later the texture of the stem and branches from which they came), he unraveled that mystery of his life too.
Blessed with a quick mind, he became comfortable with living off the land, but he still yearned for the comfort of society. So he set off for the nearest town, a village by the sea, and arrived just as it was being raided by Skandians. On a bold stroke of luck, he escaped into Gallica where he learned the art of theivery and killing to survive. At first he hated the differences from his peaceful existance in the woods, but later he grew to accept it and then even like it as he found work as a mercenary. It was a way for him to put all his knowledge and self-learned skills into a profit.
A few years later he ended back up in Araluan, sent to end the life of someone or another; he never bothered to get to know his victims outside their name, and after his job was done, he forgot even that. It wasn't his first job, but it held his first mistake made upon by his emotions. As she died, she made him swear a promise to find her brother and care for him and even after seven years, he still continues his search (on the side of taking up jobs now and then of course).
One of those jobs put him in the spotlight of a Galen Maverick and a few months later he was accepted into the 'family.'
Posts he's in after history leaves off:
Araluen :: Meric :: A poster (Open) *year ago*
Araluen :: Araluen :: Gone Hunting (open)*year ago*
Gallica :: The Front :: Spying on Aslavia (Open) *dies here*
He’s learned to enhance his hearing and smelling sensors to make up for his lack of eyesight. Once he hears a voice or smells a human’s certain scent (everyone has one), he never forgets it – especially if that person tried to take his life and is still alive.