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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.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Malachie Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Puah Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn Character Portrait: Aileana Mordoor Character Portrait: Vortahar

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Abdown raised an arm over his face as the explosion occured. "Ah... a bit much, don't you think?" Abdown muttered as he lowered his arm to observe the aftermath of the blast. As he watched, he noticed Aeila approaching the pit. Something laid at the bottom, that was for sure, stirring as it were at the bottom. "You should be careful, as unrefined as it may be, it is no less an incredibly potent form of magic."

As he made his warning the figure in colorful clothes stood up, looking about at their melting visage, the mask beginning to distort. They growled, holding their head, barely audible, with a voice so hoarse, they have to force the words out, but somewhere in it could be discernible as "they couldn't fight before," and "useless, useless, useless!" The pit soon filled with the viscous paint-like fluid, an agitated scream bubbling forth as the fluid twists, and emerging violently, a rather large form turning into a large clawed hand reaching upwards and slamming down beside her attackers, another soon following, as the rest of the body emerges spraying paint every which way. While once an elegant form, now stood as a sizable monster standing on all fours. Sharp teeth lining a large maw, forelegs sporting long thin clawed fingers instead of paws, multiple bushy tails ending in dropping tips like paintbrushes swayed frustratedly, wildly flowing blueish hair ending in white tips, patches of blue down the back and on the shoulders, decorated face with blue markings like a form of warpaint. The large mutant Memorian bore their teeth and growled jumping back from the group.

"Please, do calm down, perhaps we can discuss thi-" Abdown began to say, but the being yelled and, with an impressive display of power and speed, spun around and, with flicks of its tails, created wave after wave of paint based projectiles, a few tearing through the ground to show them as having more force than the softness of it displayed before.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Malachie Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Puah Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn Character Portrait: Aileana Mordoor Character Portrait: Vortahar

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After the explosion erupted a few feet in front of him, the large man skid to a halt as he figure he was chasing was apparently caught in the blast. Looking intonthe pit there was something stirring at the bottom of it. Eventually it was clear that it was a bubbling paint like substance...And then a claw formed from it and slammed near them. And the once humanoid like colorful figure turned into a massive colorful creature.

It would fire a spray of...paint...And it looked more similar to hardened objects as it torrent the ground. โ€œSorry governor, looks like itโ€™s not going to be in a mood to talk! Letโ€™s bring this threat down!โ€ Raimondo raised his mechanical arm as steam vented from the arm as he aimed it at the beast. โ€œI am the arm of justice! For the sake of the people Iโ€™m bringing you down!โ€ He shouted as a blue shined across his arm as a laser fired from his arm sending him skidding back slightly.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Malachie Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Puah Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn Character Portrait: Aileana Mordoor Character Portrait: Vortahar

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Aeila jumped back when the giant claw slammed down mere feet from where she was standing. She watched in awe as a huge creature began to emerge from the colourful goo, various body parts forming in seconds. "Uh.. I think I just made it angry.." she trailed off, not having a clue what the best plan of action was. They didn't even know what this thing was, and it didn't look like it was hurt at all by her explosion. Would they even be able to fight it?

She looked over at Raimondo as he shouted away at the monster, no ounce of fear in his voice, she was baffled by how confident and courageous he was, rushing in to fight the beast without a second thought. "You are a madman if I ever saw one, Raimondo." she said. She had to admit though, seeing him attacking the creature with such gallantry was giving her the courage to stand against it as well. Aeila ran towards the monster, swiftly dodging its projectiles and slashing her sword at its right leg, as soon as she connected with the creature, she quickly jumped away, not wanting to get caught by its swishing tails or claws. She watched its movements closely, trying to gauge how powerful this thing really was. She needed to gleam as much information from it as she could so that they could take it down as best they could.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Malachie Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn Character Portrait: Vortahar

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Vortahar was mesmerised by the scene happening before him. He had never seen such manifestation of evil and magic power in a creature. Still crouched behind a rock, he risked a good peek before he had to withdraw and dodge a paint projectile that nearly caught his forehead. What impressed him the most was that people were actually fighting it with extraordinary abilities. He recognised the governor standing near the fight and decides to try a ranged weapon he was secretly tinkering with. Drayden would not have approved, of course, letting a mere apprentice dabble with dangerous substances.

He clumsily reached inside his pouch and takes out a blowgun, actually a long cane tube with handles. Inside a small wooden box, he took a dart and let it absorb a viscous green liquid from inside a small vial. Drayden had told him that Dragonbane, which he stole from the University's dispensary, distilled from the mystic Purple Dulfir flowers that grew near Memoria Tree could knock out large beasts.
Vortahar inserted the dart into the blowgun and took advantage of the confusion when a woman charged the creature with a sword. He inhaled deeply and blowed the tube at maximum force calculating the trajectory of the dart to avoid friendly fire. Due to the size of the monster, it was a very easy target. He followed the dart with blazing eyes as it penetrated the creature's calf.

Vortahar sighed as it seemingly had no effect at all; it didn't flinch or scream. Nothing. But after some seconds, when the fight was getting pretty out of control, he noticed a very slight limp on the creature's left hind leg. He was not sure but it seemed that the monster's attack speed on the whole had lowered by a fraction.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Malachie Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Empathy Character Portrait: Puah Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn Character Portrait: Aileana Mordoor Character Portrait: Vortahar Character Portrait: Drayden

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A sound cracked through the air, or more like, a deafening of sound rang from below. It was not a sound, not quite the accurate term for it, but rather, a vacuum of sound, true to its name, the Silence was stirring. Night was falling soon, and with it, all villagers fled to their houses once more, stopping all work they had set up for today, including the repairs from the recent scuffle on the streets. What threat a small group like the Harlequins paled in comparison to the Silence by far, even as terrifying as the group can be, a corrupting force was nothing short of a surreal nightmare. It didn't just carry with it a sickness as some had described, but crawling forth sometimes were the monsters twisted and reformed by its touch.

"It would appear that time has come to return to my tower," Abdown said, looking down. He had to maintain the barriers, that was about all he could do at this point due to his advanced age. "Raimondo, what do you intend to do?"



On the far side of the great landmass, the beast had fled into the wooded region. She proceeded to lay down, having grown drowsy from the sedatives, and exhausted from all the exertion, panting, dripping with the paint-like substance. She searched with clawed hands to find what was the cause of an itch to pull out a dart from one of her legs and tried to get a better look at it. She pricked her thumb with the point of it and threw it aside, sucking on it.

"What did you do, Puah?" a man's voice called out. Puah looked around, checking for the origin of the voice, catching sight of a figure in one of the branches, it was a man, fairly young looking with strange features. It was Malachie, and he looked to her with not anger, but concern. "You weren't supposed to go there, so why did you?"

"I-," she muttered, but stopped herself. She looked down ashamed, ears drawn back.

"Honestly," he said softly, jumping down beside her. Taking from one of his pouches he pulled out some bandages and began to wrap her wounds. "You were there to get him, weren't you? Thought you could fix his and my issue?" he continued, tightening the bandage, causing the beast to yelp. He looked up at her, but she refused to look him in the eyes, looking a bit flushed. He sighed, looking more defeated than agitated. "Lady Zilthai had a vision of three places. Maybe this is it? Two of them should be easy enough, well, easy, as traversal goes, at least. One in the great tree, and one on an island below. The third, on the moon. Even if we could fly, the turbulence and distance would certainly be... a trial of its own."

"The moon..." Puah uttered, looking perplexed, even her magic, raw power as it was, wouldn't be able to penetrate the sky as it stood. Didn't help that she was an amateur at best, with only a powerful body. She sunk her head, thinking also of traversing the depths. "That island... too? Nightmares are greater there. I'm already marked, I..." she said.

"You won't turn, Puah. Zilthai said it yourself, you are resistant," he said, trying to give reassurance. "But... lets start with the tree, and see how it goes from there, alright? The others are waiting, if you are too tired to walk, I'll take you there."

Puah looked perplexed, but silently nodded, and despite the sheer size of her, a feat of pure strength, Malachie lifted the beast from the ground into his arms and began to carry her on his back, the scene both awe-inducing and absolutely absurd. And with only slight difficulty began to make the trek towards the Great Memoria Tree.