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| Malach Mairya Ha-Maet | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 10 2012, 02:51:15 PM (277 Views) | |
| Lani | May 10 2012, 02:51:15 PM Post #1 |
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[IMG]Insert Image Url Here[/IMG] Playby|Image credit Name: Malach Mairya Ha-Maet Homeworld: Tatooine Nickname/Alias: Mairya Date of Birth: 30ABY Faction: Independent Rank: ex-Holyman Species: Human Height: 6ft 3inches Weight: 183lb Hair Color: Black Skin Color: Olive Appearance: Stoic, brooding eyes, a rich velvet brown in colour, so soulful and trapping if one meets his gaze. Framed by long lashes, the exact shade as his hair, his eyes are further enhanced by those long lashes he possesses. They say the eyes are windows to the soul, and that eyes cannot lie, be that the case, he has honest eyes. Malach is aesthetically very pleasing. Dark glossy curls that frame a smooth angular face, he rather than being feminine is most certainly male. Although his face is smooth and young, and his shoulders broad, before tapering into a trim waist, his chest is heavily scarred. In a network created with no pattern in mind, his chest, and his back are the canvas of a drunken artist. Faded, or livid, many of the scars are from a sharp edge. Some inflicted by the hand of another; most inflicted by his own hand. Stranded amongst those scars, comes the shiny remains of burns. It is grotesque, such scars marring such a lovely faced man, removing much of the appeal. Dressing plainly, mostly on what he can find, he has little care of what he wears. Much of his wear is shabby from use, patched from repairs, and likely has had an owner, or two before Malach has lain his hands on them. Favouring versatile clothing, fit for his travels, and not expensive to replace when inevitable wear and age ensure them retirement. Favouring dark colours, which with his darker complexion, do give him a sinister air from afar. Personality: A stoic man, he is not of many words. Unyielding against the greater forces, the ones that threaten with their force, they meet with a shield, for he is like a ancient tree, firmly embedded with its roots sunk deep into the earth, and is not easily fell. Solid in his beliefs, he isn't difficult to reason with, however, he listens well, and will take into consideration, but rarely deviates. Being a man of solid principles: "one shall reap what one will sow" means that he is accepting of what may come. This easy acceptance comes from his understanding that he will earn whatever comes his way, whether it be positive, or negative, through his own actions. He isn't easily shaken, no matter the influx of new information. Presenting a calm exterior, to some reassuring, to others suspicious, comes easily to Malach. An interesting mix of piety, a refined sense of aggressive justice, and kindness - Malach is a conundrum. A contradiction who walks the Galaxy: bestowing kindness to those in need; a blade that strikes in the name of vigilante justice; a lost monk whom has been led astray. Malach is whom he is, a deliciously complex man, there is a darkness in him, creeping out and entangling him with the scum and villainy of the Galaxy. Yet, he stands apart, deep in those shadows, as a lone candle flame, shining his light as he toils through the dark reaches of humanity. The question remains on the table, how much of a light is he? It is true that despite his kind deeds, he is inherently as twisted as those who meet their death by his hands, perhaps worse. He masks the dark impulses that rule him, the beast within that snakes its way out, he is a liar despite his honest eyes. Deep inside, the self loathing that prompted the self mutilation, alerts him to the fact that he is as just as much as a beast as the ones he hunts. Craving human contact, but loathing the complexities that such relationships involve as they evolve from acquaintanceship, to closer bonding, he is a loner. He might have people who would speak fondly of him, but even then they do not know him. Malach has deep rooted issues in his psyche and justifies acts that if committed by his victims would be the justification to kill them. He is dangerous in that. How long will it be that he unravels enough to see innocents, or those undeserving even by his previous standards as guilty? Weaknesses and Strengths: Equipment - - - Force Powers - - - History: A colorful history, one spanning from the beginning on the sandy dunes of the desert planet, Tatooine. Born into a large family, all moisture farmers, surviving in a cluster of three different farm compounds, he was taught to be self-reliant from early childhood, the blood soaked sands of the desert planet not lending itself well to nurturing the young. Values of hard work, austerity and squashing of fanciful notions were pounded into a naturally inquisitive child. With big dreams that extended beyond the desert planet, he was never at ease, always questioning. It was clear that he was meant for things far beyond the comprehension of simple moisture farmers, and he was sent away at the age of seven. Twenty years prior to his birth, an Uncle had left the desert planet, found himself embraced by an Order of Naboo Holy men. This Uncle settled amongst the peaceful scholars, and never left. He became one with them, a member of the brotherhood. Malach was a quiet child, contemplative and intelligent. Often found lost in another galaxy, big dreams, and strange musings. He had big ideas. It was obvious even at a young age that Malach was no farmer, he was meant for bigger things, away from the dusty planet that swallowed up its inhabitants into a hard and unrewarding life. His education was limited, attending the local school, he learned the basics taught to all freeborns, but it wasn't enough. He hungered for more than others could give to him. On leaving the Holy Orders, the age of twenty six, he found himself traveling, and those travels led him to the Aing-Tii. It was there he at last learned to utilise his force power. As a scholar, he had learned of it, studied it to some extent in theory. Edited by Lani, Jun 29 2012, 07:55:38 AM.
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