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Malachie

Second-in-command of the Harlequins, a very dangerous criminal claiming to be some great chosen hero.

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a character in “Memoria Irae”, as played by MartinVole

Description

Name: Malachie
AgeGroup: Second Age
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 6'8", 170lbs
Morpholgy: Humanoid
Appearance:
A tall slender figure, lanky and terrifying in some ways, regal and handsome in others. Adorning his body is a flowing, tattered hooded faded blue tunic, adorned in the golden crest of the Memoria Tree on the chest. Leathery gloves and boots cover his hands and feet, and wearing baggy gray pants. Belt and pouches containing various items adorn his waist and a sheath strapped to his back.

His face, fearsome marked as it is, is actually human-like, the jagged mouth being the result of markings. His eyes, however, hold a ferocity in them, being pupiless and aglow with a haunting teal. His hair is medium-length and almond brown.
Profession/Hobby: Field leader of the Harlequins, "hero", murderer
Magic/Abilities:

A master magician, he can create manifestations of energy, creating complex forms, such as arms and eels, as well as displacing space to use the field to his advantage. He can phase through the world itself, levitate, and even pull his victims towards him, or push them away by manipulating space itself.

He seems to have a strange power to see into someone's heart, perhaps how he's managed to recruit and convert those to his cause, and detect his victims.

Gear:

Several knickknacks and tools he keeps in his various pouches, ranging from the simplistic needs like food and water, to bombs and unusual artifacts. His most feared item however, is the Dream Shard, a white blade carved from the great tree itself, like the guardians of the Great Tree once held, but this one was modified further, etched with symbols and hardened by the tree's sap. The blade can not only cut you, but project a cut through the air itself!

Brief Bio:

Once upon a time a young boy without a spark of hope. He was known as a loner then, always quiet, distant from others his age, always with a glum look about him. He was different, for he did not dream, and no vision would come to him. He became a low-ranking guard of the Great Tree in hopes that in its presence he would find the dreams he had not dreamt, and in its presence instead he found nightmares to drive him mad. It was in this time the blasphemer came, Zilthai, a witch from the depths, likely twisting the young boy's heart into her Knight, and the first slaughter was done by the hands of the once glum boy, armed with a customized Dream Shard.

Full of zeal, the first Harlequin is nothing short of absolutely sure of himself, and absolutely dedicated to his Mistress, Zilthai. Without hesitation he cuts down the things she tells him to, with absolute surety that they are an evil to be purged. He does however, as a so-called hero, have a code about him, to value the lives of his subordinates, as well as their well-being. He's picky of his targets, and separated from his Mistress for too long, he can become anxious. He can also overexert himself, and become irritated when being called a villain.

Extra: Harpsichord Revenge

So begins...

Malachie's Story

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Malachie Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci
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At the dawn of a new day, light shines on the landmasses below from the glow of the Great Memorian Tree, whose branches reach throughout the realm. Gradually the wildlife began to stir, and the warble of birds filled the air... or rather, this would normally be the case, but it seemed a bit less noisy than normal. It was the same in Lunalake City, the outbreaks in the lower islands, along with the threat of the Harlequins had people slightly hesitant, and actively trying to avoid its mention. After a while, it'd go back to commune and business as normal.

In the city hall building, however, shut in and away from the wandering eyes and ears of the average citizen, a different life was going on, as representatives tried to reconcile what to do about the ongoing threats that menaced their peaceful lives. It was fairly heated, with many disagreements abound.

"What if we pay them? Maybe they'll leave us alone! Everyone likes money these days, right?" one yelled out, clearly uncertain of his own words.

"Of course it is money with you, it is always money! We should fight back!" a woman screeches.

"Oh and I suppose you'll fight the Silence too!" another woman yells.

"D-don't mention that thing..!" a man whimpers. "You'll draw it to us!"

"You are all so... noisy..." a dry voice mutters, yawning. The room goes quiet and all eyes look back. For much of the meeting, Abdown had remained silent, to the point that most forgotten he was there. "I skipped my morning tea to attend this, you know? And hours in, there's been no progress."

"If you would actually participate for once, maybe, just maybe we'd actually get somewhere for once!" one snapped after a brief silence, only for the others to try hushing him. "But excuse us if we've interrupted your beauty sleep!"

"Ah," Abdown muttered, standing up from his seat, standing tall over the council members, stepping over them to stand over the man, looking down on him with intense eyes. "Somebody with guts, am I to take this as volunteering to be the one to take up action?"

"Uh," the man muttered as he shrunk down some.

"Help reform the guard, to capture these rogues and bring them in? Perhaps you want to take on that beast girl that has made the eastern woods her domain now?" as he said all this, the man quietly sat down and looked down in shame. Abdown sighed and backed away. "Of course not," he muttered, sighing before heading towards the door.

"S-sir, the meeting isn't over yet, we've still not reached a-" one began to say.

"As was last week, and the week before that, and the week before that, and so on, and so on," he said in a monotone voice. "Perhaps we've grown too soft, too cushy in our little revelries. We never will reach a conclusion, and we'll keep going as we have, til the end. Oh well. See you all next week, adieu." With this he unhooked his cane from the doorknob, opened the door and left out into the streets, shielding his eyes against the light as he does so. Giving no direct glances at the citizens he set out to head straight back to his tower.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Malachie Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci
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The morning light of the day shined over their island city, and in the morning a large man leaned against the city hall building. Although many people simply walked by minding their own business, he himself had a mission in mind. And that was listening on the meeting by the council. And boy did he get a nice chunk of info over their banter from the hours they were speaking. And the most notable thing he could take from this was a menance threatning the peace. And one was in the eastern woods.

Of course he did not simply lean on the wall listenening for hours doing nothing, he was burning through a pack of smokes to help pass the time. And eventually the door opened up and a man walked out, one of the council members seemed to have walked out early. He simply stayed on his spot to see what else the council had to say. If there was a danger then he would do something about it.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Malachie Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn
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Well this is going wonderfully. Aeila looked up from her slightly tattered book and shook her head at the chaos that was this meeting. She chose a seat in the corner of the room, not really wanting to get involved in the back-and-forth arguments taking place. She didn't truly think that an agreement would ever take place, there were so many voices going on at once, all with different opinions. Her stance was that something should be done, they will only invite horrid things if the city sits on their behinds, twiddling their thumbs - but she didn't see it fit for her to say something, she doubted people would listen.

Aiela pulled out her little pocketbook and pen from her belt and started writing down some notes from her book, dog-earing pages she wanted to take a closer look at later when she's back in her shop. She looked around at the scene, she could see Abdown was staying quiet, he seemed to be on the same wavelength as her, she chuckled softly to herself. Oh, I just love my city, she thought.

She was just about to return her attention to her book when Abdown spoke at last. She liked his ideas, taking action as soon as possible would be the best course of action, but of course no one wants to commit to any one thing. When Abdown walked out, Aiela took that as her cue to make a quiet exit, she wasn't gaining anything more from this meeting and they weren't benefiting from her either. As everyone in the room went back to their discussion, Aiela silently got up from her seat and slipped out the door, her ears welcoming the quieter streets. She was about to take a leisurely stroll back to her shop when she saw a rather large man leaning up against the building, smoking away. "You sure you want to spend your time eavesdropping? It's quite boring in there, I doubt anything will come of it.", she called over to him.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Malachie Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn
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What a beautiful city, Selesynia DuNalthis thought as she wandered through the city of Lunalake Island in amazement. The sun was shining through the branches to the Great Tree. All around her, strange people walked around her, talking in different dialects and wearing different clothes, each expressing different powers. I think I might like being a missionary here.
Suddenly, dark clouds began to move over the sun, and a peal of thunder sounded. What in the name of Light?! she thought as cold, hard rain began pouring down around her. People shouted and ran for shelter from the biting water; a few were shouting about this being the Harlequin's work. It did have a supernatural look to it.
In any case, Selesynia ran for the nearest building, a great marble hall. As she was flying through, lost in thought about religious things, she bumped into someone. "Oh!" she exclaimed, falling to the ground as she ricocheted off the body of someone. Groaning a bit, she looked up to see a towering man with a red-feathered bird head. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I was not paying attention," the missionary said, flustered. Great first impression there, she thought to herself.