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Mahalet Mahzun

None of you appreciate my art!

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a character in “Myths of the Forgotten”, as played by RacoonMoon()

Description

Mahalet Mahzun
"The driest tree. The burning tree. The dead tree. Each one tells 1,000 stories....and those are just trees! Imagine what you could tell. "

Nickname
Little Birdie, Mahl

Gender
Male

Age
23

Race
Shapeshifter
a Secretary bird (easiest) and a Black Mamba (disliked but most effective)
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Appearance
Mahalet's human appearance is that of an African male. He is scrawny but not without a healthy amount of muscle. His animal characteristics start in his eyes which match the dark eyes of the black mamba. His brow has a bit of scale textures. He has more features from the secretary bird, bearing their characteristic long head feathers and bird-like feet. His tongue is also black.
Clothing: Mahalet's clothing if specifically picked to hide his animal qualities. Its the smart choice of clothing although he prefers to wear them proudly. He wears a gray hoodie with a tribal pattern pocket it the front. He may also frequent a turban. Most shoes are too small and uncomfortable for mahalet but while he prefers going barefoot or sandals he often wears tennis shoes. Pants seldom come in his size so he typically wears a long skirt or hammer pants.
Height: 6'5'' abnormally tall
Weight: 120 abnormally light. hollow bird-like bones.

Occupation
Journalist
....in a town full of people with secrets. This doesn't make him the most likable character.

Personality

Many of the town's regulars would attest to Mahalet as a nosy, persistant, intelligent, and invasive journalist that "plagues" the town. They're not totally wrong. Mahalet is an artist with a strong desire to share his works. Sadly his muse of mythical creatures means that the majority of his work is either unpublishable or unbelievable. Still he keeps a large archive of his writings in his well organized home. outside of his work he is a thoughtful, cautious, observant, and finicky shapeshifter.

Skills
+Flight
+escape artist
+skilled writer

Flaws
-determined
-Deathly curious/nosy
-Longs to share information
-pacifist

Weapons
Magic: The animal he shifts into bear all of his weapons. The bird has its beak and talons and the mamba has its speed and poison.
In the dire event that Mahl needs to attack as a human, he has a tribal cudgel stashed in his home.

History
Mahalet grew up in a small coven of mythical creatures in a village right outside of Port Sudan, Africa. He spent a great deal of his youth wandering the Savannah. As the only one of his coven able to fly he was able to explore quite easily. He spent a lot of time observing actual secretary birds (and running from them when they noticed him) until it was never very difficult to shift into them. At around 7 years old he learned that others in his coven had more than one animal and was soon inspired to try it himself. At first at a loss of what to learn, he figured it out when a poisonous snake invaded the coven and he stopped it. It wasn't easy, much different than becoming a bird, but he learned this form before immediately coming to dislike it. He never found any reason to really utilize the form unlike his bird. Around 10, he developed his interest in life outside the coven, so the coven satisfied him with news articles and journals. He soon came to begin writing his own news articles and became fairly skilled by the time he was applying to college. Putting them into his portfolio, he got into college for ....creative writing. close enough.
By the time he was a junior, The HON had apparently found some of his articles and tracked them down to his coven, scattering if not destroying it. Amazed that something could destroy what he viewed as the world's strongest, he quit his college education and fled to Europe. He got into more than a few close calls that the mamba thankfully got him out of. He collected many stories that paled to the stories of mythical creatures until he wound up in Veraloia almost completely on accident. He has lived here collecting stories for about 2 years now.

So begins...

Mahalet Mahzun's Story

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Character Portrait: Jodhal Character Portrait: James Goldsworth Character Portrait: Shena Savel Character Portrait: Mahalet Mahzun Character Portrait: Zollamairi Character Portrait: Adry Laetho Character Portrait: Alice Byaku Character Portrait: Mantra Character Portrait: Shane Duggan Character Portrait: Mila Di Santo
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October. Early morning. H.O.N office at Crambvoyak. Phone ringing demanding someone to answer.

As soon as the phone was lifted the person in the other end started to talk. ”It's L. I have a new client. Your shopping list is following. Two Cerberus tails. Minced and dried tiefling horns. And one Valkyrie. Alive.” That's all the voice said before hanging up.

The phone was put back down and a member of H.O.N. wrote the ”shopping list” on paper. He then walked downstairs to living quarters. It was a simple space with couple of couches and a tv. In corner was a small kitchen with tables, sink, and stove to cook food. The most luxurious part was that each member was allowed to have their own bedrooms for personal space but each two bedrooms shared same bathroom. He knocked on three doors to wake up one of the teams. ”James, Shane, Mila! Time to get work!” The man shouted a slided the piece of paper under the door to James' room.





Shena Savel

It was early morning, sun barely even risen yet when Shena was flying leisurely through the Alsangi Forest the spear in her hand as usual. In the chilly fall air the mist was floating above the ground as she was doing her usual round around the forest. She was looking for any sights of possible danger. Footprints, fabric from clothes, weird items, anything that might belong to humans. She hadn't had any luck that morning. Which was a good thing for the village but Shena was wishing to see at least something so the patrolling wouldn't be so awfully boring each time.

She arrived to the Verah Pond and landed down glancing to the sky. It was cloudy, might even rain later that day. Shena walked edge of the water kneeling down and took so water in her hands drinking. It was cold just like the air and ground, the winter was clearly coming soon. After drinking she stood up stretching and looked around her. Seeing no one she picked up her spear and starter running further away from the water as she struck the spear on ground swinging herself in the air and kicking the air before landing down. It was one of her morning routines to practice at the Pond when no one was bothering her.

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For the first time in 20 minutes Mahalet didn’t hear the rushing of wind in his ears as he slowed himself for a landing. Approaching a short plateau in the side of the mountain he angled his wings down so that he could land on a small boulder. Just as his long crane-like leg touched the rock, he heard a gunshot from the direction he'd come from, causing him to take a few clumsy steps forward. Thankfully, he was able to dig his talons into the rock right before he would have fallen headfirst into the mountain. He swung back in their direction as he imagined the Dwarves' phantom laughter following him. Laughing not only at his near fall, but about he had failed to get any of their secrets about Nitrite and the mine. Again. He imagined they were halfway to some drinking hall celebrating by now. He raised an eyebrow.
Which meant the vault was ungau-another gunshot halted his fantasy. He crowed angrily in their direction as he turned his tail to them in contempt. Well for all their gunshots they hadn’t managed to hit hi- He squinted as he leaned in on a clump of broken tail feathers. He grumbled before sitting down and beginning to pull out the shafts. They'd only hinder him for when he decided to fly home, not to mention how they'd feel if he turned human. He looked up at the sky as he yanked a feather out. The sun was just appearing over the mending range causing the corners f his beak tock as he o raise in a smile. Yanking the last of his tail feathers out, he placed them into his bag (they'd be nice quill pens to sell later) before pulling out a small leather bound book. Placing it neatly on top of the bag, he hopped off the rock as he began shifting back to human.

After a few short breaths he felt the familiar tingling of his bones beginning to twist and rearrange back to those of a human. His skull condensed as his beak shrank back into teeth, hands forming from wing tips and many other alterations that he thankfully didn't have to think of. The tingling that ran over his body acted as an anesthetic grown from years of practice. Unlike changing into a snake as he'd done earlier this morning. He erased the thought before he began to change into one. After less than a minute he was human again and changed back into the clothes he'd stowed into his bag. Once the tingling had fully left his hand, he marked down all of the speculation he'd recently gathered on Broaden mines before tapping his pen on the book in frustration. His inside scoop on the mine had been running dry for.... well it had never been particularly flowing in the first place, but his repeated failure was starting to eat at him. He needed something to write and town gossip and histories were barely sufficient for his investigations. He slammed the journal closed before walking back towards the rock to sun himself atop it. It wasn't the best angle for it but it would do, at least until he thought of something else worth investigating today.

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OOC: Agh triple post! Please a combo breaker! even more apologies.....

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OOC: agh double post! didn't even realize it. Apologies.

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Mahalet Mahzun

After about an hour of sunning himself, Mahalet eventually got over his mental rut. He ducked under a branch as he took a deep breath of the forest air. his hometown was never abundant with trees s the forest had always been an intriguing environment for him. Mind he'd never come in here as a secretary bird . That was hardly suited for this habitat, not to mention the predators it would have to compete with. No in ever way but for Mahl's human side it was inspiring to say the least.

Mahalet stood out like a sore thumb in his red harem pants and orange hoodie. The fact didn't go over his head and it was slightly intentional. Any predator would immediately notice him and upon realizing how inedible he was move on. Any hunter might see him and start talking of their kills if he was lucky. Unless in the odd event he scared off their quarry, in which case it wasn't a fool-poof wardrobe.

Mahl continued his daydreams and hardly realized when he came upon the edges of the woods towards human housing. Rolling his eyes, he languidly began putting on his hood to cover his head feathers and sunglasses over his eyes. He contemplated just turning around back into the forest but concluded there was probably something he needed in town. As great as Veraloia was he still needed his fix of modernity every now and then. Just before his glasses completely obscured his eyes, he caught a glimpse of children playing with their dog and smiled as he leaned against a tree.

He'd always considered learning to become a dog. Imagine all of the things someone would just tell a dog thinking it a normal animal. his own choices in animal were hardly inconspicuous or cuddly. And aside from stupidity and a general subservience to humans, they still maintained a wolf-like majesty. Something the cats he'd seen couldn't attest to. Although ths particularly reddish brown dog seemed to hold more of that wolven quality than he was used to. Perhaps it was in the familiar look in its eye or the power that seemed to resonate behind them. He was about to start writing notes for a story on humans playing with magical dogs or forces they don't understand (again) when the realization of who this dog could be connected.

Now that... is a far more interesting story He thought as he began writing down as many notes as he could on the area time, his reactions, the kids descriptions etc. in order to help him formulate an actual story later. More evidence might be needed though. He didn't know every cerberus in Veraloia but he could only imagine how interesting it would be if it as any of the cerberus he knew. There goes those tough.....façade is not the right word. he didn't doubt that a majority of the threats those Cerberus had made toward him were deadly serious. This ...would be an expose piece! Showing a softer side to those three-headed hell hounds. In his excitement he almost rushed without a single picture of the event. he was too invested n this story to be discredited as he had been before. He pulled his polaroid camera from her bag and snapped a couple of pictures of the house, kids and especially the dog. The sound of the camera shudder was nothing subtle and any above average ear would be able to hear it. Through the viewfinder he soon noticed that the mother was looking a him and beginning to move into the house toward the phone.

Accepting how much of a creep he must have seemed, he walked back toward the wood, waving the developing photos.