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| Ishira | Apr 24 2014, 11:37 AM Post #1 |
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Name: Malice Gender: Male Approximate Age: ~400 Cycles. His memory has been clouded over the years. Region: Vagabond Pack/Village: n/a Rank: n/a Race: Aershaa Breed/Species: Light Type/Occupation: Shifted Class: Wild Mage Class / Element: Shapeshifting Physical Appearance: Malice holds the large size of an Ice, menacing stature of a Fire, and a coat style claimed by the Darks. Though he is none of these breeds by lineage, he feels the mixture of traits has created a pinnacle of terror and beauty. (Reference picture below) Any references?: Spoiler: click to toggle Personality: Base trait Cynical. At the base of it all, Malice has lost his faith in Dreyrull. Supportive trait Hate. It's been bred within his mind, which was never entirely stable, that no one is worth it. Nothing and no one is worth caring about anymore. He hates the younger generations of 'Shaa, resents them even, for reasons his mind cannot even comprehend. The meaning is lost, but the feelings are real. Fatal trait Pride, and a Messiah complex. Malice is arrogant nearly to the max, and his ignorance of reality could ultimately be his end. Hidden trait Redemption. Malice was not always how he is now. He was an average light born in a dark time, who's mind had been damaged and left to rot by his extended longevity. Deep inside, there's a part of him that recognizes this, and under the right circumstances he may be saved. However, his inability to relate to others on a mental and emotional level would make the connection required extremely difficult and definitely improbable in his remaining lifespan, though not impossible. Malice in his current state is defined as Lawful Evil. His sense of justness and righteousness goes hand-in-hand with a warped idea of vengeance. To him, all races have soiled themselves through lust and desire of war, and need to be punished. History: "War? Why? I see no need for us to fight... but we are sworn as Sunborn. I won't have any of it, personally." - Lumeair (pre-shift) Malice, known by birth as Lumeair (Loom-ee-air, play on Lumière), was once a laid-back, nonchalant Light who took pleasure in learning magics and the illustrious gift of flight. When he was old enough to begin his first minor shifts, the immediate response was feathers. Feathers on his ears, legs, and tail so he could take to the skies with ease and dance with the grace of an Air. He grew up in the relative early stages of the War. As a moonling he was skeptical of fighting, and though he knew the sunborn and moonborn were different in their cultures and religions he saw no reason for it. However, despite his efforts to share the doubt with his loved-ones, at this time Lights were still fierce in battle, and were lost either in body or in mind. ---- "My family.. my friends.. lost in battle if not in age. I'll be damned by this... nothing feels right anymore..." The loss was reeling. Lumeair was if anything very close to his parents, and as the years went by his friends of other races grew older, all the while remaining young himself. Most Lights were steered in the way of peace where others still fought, for they could not produce offspring and, from what he figured, wanted some sort of recompense from the gods for having 'reformed' to better ways. Whether this was true or not, Lumeair found the thought disgusting. It was then, piled with grief and foreboding that any friendships he makes will end in more death and pain like the others, his mind began to fail and warp. From the outside in, memories became distorted, as did his view of the world. The entitlement was developed, that he lived for a specific reason: to act as a Harbinger, a punisher to those responsible for so many deaths and broken families. He sought to quell the raging fire of his own grief, which he decided by now meant all the new generations of Dreywalkers. "Everyone is responsible now. Everyone must suffer. My pain has been too great to carry the burden alone." ---- "The Stones and the Airs... Draians... peace... perfection? I'll show them perfection." He created a new body to go with his "prophecy", one he thought fit to scour the Drey with. It's size was large and intimidating as an Ice, with the fierce and stern body of a Fire, and the potency of a Dark with his dark pelt, glowing eyes, and a pattern though striking and beautiful resembled the destructive force of lava, which glowed faintly with bioluminescence in the night. Upon "rebirth", he credited himself with the name Malice. He attempted to use his new Moonborn appearance to infiltrate the Nightstalkers, but the recent event where a team was lost on an expedition to the Underdrey raised too much suspicion and the effort was wasted. As time went on and Malice was still in his prime, there was no doubt in his hate as he picked a fight just about anywhere with anyone, even if the odds were not in his favor. He was driven by an inner rage that spoke to him as if it were sentient. A large part of his targets a bit later on were the newly re-acclimated Draians, which he resented greatly for hiding during the wartime when he and his kin had to fight, suffer, and die. Shortly after, when his fellow Lights found a new "ridiculous" way to breed, he decided they were petty and worthless, and shed the memory of ever being a Light at all. The world changes so quickly around him in the last handful of years, but it does nothing but fuel his blind and now meaningless hatred. The Magistorm, humans on the rise against Aershaa, it all becomes lost to him in one big swirling cloud. By now, he's lost control of himself and his mind. All he knows is anger; an empty vessel of rage. ---- "When I picture the past... it looks strange. Unnatural. Is what I remember real? I wonder if any of this is real, sometimes." - Malice (current shift) [edit_reason]All of it[/edit_reason] Edited by Ishira, Apr 30 2014, 10:13 PM.
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