Malkai Luther
Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 6:31 am
Name: "My name is Malkai Luther."
Age: "I'm about 24"
Race: "Human."
Height: "I'm around 6 foot."
Weight: "I'm pretty average, 150 lbs I guess?"
Physical Description: "Well I have brown hair" the young man replies easily, though he's quite ready to get off the subject
"-Oi, this guys not doing himself justice," interjects a young woman: his assistant, "the Guys built alright I guess, but you gotta hear him talk! You cant keep your bleeding eyes off him. He's got eyes like some sort of demon-or angel-or something; bright green! Hairs not bad too. curly." She's undereducated and one of the most talkative people he knows, but Malkai wouldn't trade her for anyone else.
"Ehm...ah Thanks Amah..." The man says, slightly abashed. "Umm, I'm pretty light skinned for my people," he gets back on track as quickly as he can, "and well, my mother used to say I had a very pointy nose." He grins.
Posessions: "The clothes on my back, my dignity, and some bishan. Well, Kailena advises me to keep this with me." Malkai hated the bloody thing, but all the same he pulls out the little dagger hidden under his arm and shirt. It isn't intricate, or exquisite, simply generic.
Powers or Strengths: "I like to talk. And people generally like to listen. My father taught me very little of the dre- magic..." the man catches himself.
Weaknesses: "Hmm... you can kill me just as easily as everyone else" He shrugs.
Ahma interjectes once again, blissfully unaware she's spreading gossip, "Oh my, you wouldn't believe how frustratingly level headed this man is, I've only ever once seen him lose his temper!" She leans forward, glad to loosen her tongue. "the bloke was sitting in a bar see, and Malkai comes in for a drink before heading out again. Malkai is a very friendly person, he'll talk to anyone. So they're talking right, and the poor bastard- the other guy, not Malkai is starting to get slam drunk, right? So the guy says something about the changers war, something about a General whatsisname- Singh - and Malkai just SWINGS and the poor mans on the floor bleeding!"
History: "I come from the east, war is no stranger to the land. Magic runs amok like a plague, empire is crumbling under its own weight, and the shadows of the western warlords loom ever darker. Do you understand that this world is on the brink of a second changers war? Its time someone did something, its time WE did something. Lands are governed by demons and devils, we must UNITE and take back our world! You people may call this peace, but you need only too look right at yourselves to see this is a LIE. Marn Is a RUIN- a shadow of what came before. We tore this planet apart! Our thirst for power sapped it dry! And where are we now? Ruin. Men and women steal and pillage simply to feed their childrern! You hide bread under your floorboards, bishan in your hair or locked away for none to see! This is not peace! this is desperate, foolish, suburban WAR." The man speaks as if he's possessed, his face condescending and furious, his emerald eyes alight with a smiling flame.
Malkai runs his hand through his brown locks, the beads on his wrist chattering as he does so, his face calm and collected as ever. "I fight for every man or woman, elf or gnome, dwarf or fairy. I fight for our right to live." he says simply, then like a pleased child he smiles. "I come from a little village in the southeast deserts." He begins. "The most magic we had there was a well. Simply put, the only thing we had to rely on was each other."
"He was the only one in our village to go to any kind of school. I remember how proud we all were when he came back." Amah smiles fondly. "He left when he was 7, he had this huge grin on his face,I remember , he walked right up to the village elder and said "Sir, when I come back, will you make me some soup?"
Malkai chuckles, "I went to school for ten years, through war and everything."
Amah's eyes widen. "Oh my,You shoulda seen him that day when he came back. The WHOLE village came out!" She chatters excitedly. "First thing he asks is if the elder made him his soup!"
Age: "I'm about 24"
Race: "Human."
Height: "I'm around 6 foot."
Weight: "I'm pretty average, 150 lbs I guess?"
Physical Description: "Well I have brown hair" the young man replies easily, though he's quite ready to get off the subject
"-Oi, this guys not doing himself justice," interjects a young woman: his assistant, "the Guys built alright I guess, but you gotta hear him talk! You cant keep your bleeding eyes off him. He's got eyes like some sort of demon-or angel-or something; bright green! Hairs not bad too. curly." She's undereducated and one of the most talkative people he knows, but Malkai wouldn't trade her for anyone else.
"Ehm...ah Thanks Amah..." The man says, slightly abashed. "Umm, I'm pretty light skinned for my people," he gets back on track as quickly as he can, "and well, my mother used to say I had a very pointy nose." He grins.
Posessions: "The clothes on my back, my dignity, and some bishan. Well, Kailena advises me to keep this with me." Malkai hated the bloody thing, but all the same he pulls out the little dagger hidden under his arm and shirt. It isn't intricate, or exquisite, simply generic.
Powers or Strengths: "I like to talk. And people generally like to listen. My father taught me very little of the dre- magic..." the man catches himself.
Weaknesses: "Hmm... you can kill me just as easily as everyone else" He shrugs.
Ahma interjectes once again, blissfully unaware she's spreading gossip, "Oh my, you wouldn't believe how frustratingly level headed this man is, I've only ever once seen him lose his temper!" She leans forward, glad to loosen her tongue. "the bloke was sitting in a bar see, and Malkai comes in for a drink before heading out again. Malkai is a very friendly person, he'll talk to anyone. So they're talking right, and the poor bastard- the other guy, not Malkai is starting to get slam drunk, right? So the guy says something about the changers war, something about a General whatsisname- Singh - and Malkai just SWINGS and the poor mans on the floor bleeding!"
History: "I come from the east, war is no stranger to the land. Magic runs amok like a plague, empire is crumbling under its own weight, and the shadows of the western warlords loom ever darker. Do you understand that this world is on the brink of a second changers war? Its time someone did something, its time WE did something. Lands are governed by demons and devils, we must UNITE and take back our world! You people may call this peace, but you need only too look right at yourselves to see this is a LIE. Marn Is a RUIN- a shadow of what came before. We tore this planet apart! Our thirst for power sapped it dry! And where are we now? Ruin. Men and women steal and pillage simply to feed their childrern! You hide bread under your floorboards, bishan in your hair or locked away for none to see! This is not peace! this is desperate, foolish, suburban WAR." The man speaks as if he's possessed, his face condescending and furious, his emerald eyes alight with a smiling flame.
Malkai runs his hand through his brown locks, the beads on his wrist chattering as he does so, his face calm and collected as ever. "I fight for every man or woman, elf or gnome, dwarf or fairy. I fight for our right to live." he says simply, then like a pleased child he smiles. "I come from a little village in the southeast deserts." He begins. "The most magic we had there was a well. Simply put, the only thing we had to rely on was each other."
"He was the only one in our village to go to any kind of school. I remember how proud we all were when he came back." Amah smiles fondly. "He left when he was 7, he had this huge grin on his face,I remember , he walked right up to the village elder and said "Sir, when I come back, will you make me some soup?"
Malkai chuckles, "I went to school for ten years, through war and everything."
Amah's eyes widen. "Oh my,You shoulda seen him that day when he came back. The WHOLE village came out!" She chatters excitedly. "First thing he asks is if the elder made him his soup!"