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a character in “The Sixth Great Nation! The Land of Harmony”, as played by Slybop

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Lonely Boy | Run Boy Run | Poor Boy | 21st Century Schizoid Man | Becoming Insane | Dead Inside
{Yeah, OK.}[/font;">




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[font=FrankRuel]{N A M E}
Malcolm Fate
{N I C K N A M E}
Mal
{A G E}
17
{G E N D E R}
Male
{R O L E}
Weapon 6
{B I R T H D A T E}
January 6th; Include Zodiac sign
♑
{N A T I O N A L I T Y}
American
{S E X U A L I T Y}
Heterosexual




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{Music is the only way I know how to express myself.}




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{H E I G H T}
5'11"
{W E I G H T}
171lbs.
{E Y E C O L O R}
Blue
{H A I R C O L O R}
Blonde
{A P P E A R A N C E}
Malcolm is around average height and has little bit more weight on him than someone his size. He has dull blonde hair and steel blue eyes. His skin is a bit pale and his body is very lean and rather defined.HE often wears a sky blue hoody with black loose pants and running shoes. HE is never really seen without his sterling white beanie. He usually wears a heavier black jacket over the Hoody, he seemingly always wears heavier clothing. Some people think that it is psychological, that he wants to feel protected.......or maybe he's just old all the time. When he works he rolls up the hoody sleeves and wears an apron over it. No matter what he wears, he never goes anywhere without that beanie.

{O D D I T I E S}
All of his small mannerisms are odd. In fact, there are very few things not odd about him. He is very much a Savant.




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{Hmm}




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{P E R S O N A L I T Y}
{Introverted | Broken | Kind | Uncertain}
Malcolm is very much an introvert. He keeps to himself and rarely talks to people. He never seems to make a move to talk to anyone, and when someone talks to him, he usually just keeps it at one or two word answers. Due to this, Malcolm was usually picked on as a child and bullied. Though, the bullying never really lasted because for some reason, he never reacted to it. People would beat him senseless and kick dirt on him. But, he would just stand up, brush himself off and walk away. Malcolm never really had any friends growing up, and due to this he seems more comfortable being alone than with other people. He never pushes people away, he just has difficulty conveying what he feels to people.

Indifferent would be a word that would describe Malcolm very well. He is very lazy, but not whiny. He simply has no ambition to do anything in his life. He would simply prefer to sit around, watch clouds and play his harmonica. He also seems to do whatever he is told without asking why. He will do anything his partner asks of him, because he trusts them. His expression almost never changes,




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{If I forgot what I lost.......does it matter?}




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{W E A P O N F O R M}
Delete if Meister. Include a description. A link to a picture would be nice, but not needed.
{S T R E N G T H S}At Least five
  • Strength- Explain
{W E A K N E S S E S}As many or more as Strengths
  • Weakness- Explain




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{*Musical Blues*.}




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{H O B B I E S}
  • Harmonica| Malcolm seems to mostly express himself through his Harmonica
  • Watching| Malcolm tends to watch slow moving things, like snails or clouds.
{H A B I T S}
  • Mostly responding with "Yeah, ok."
  • Tends to stare off into space if not directly engaged
{L I K E S}
  • Clouds
  • The Blues
  • His Harmonica
  • Anything his partner likes
{D I S L I K E S}
  • Loud annoying music that has no soul
  • Anything his partner dislikes
  • Candy
  • Not being able to express himself
{G O A L S}At least three
  • To achieve whatever his partner wants to achieve
{F E A R S}At least three
  • Never finding someone who understands him
  • Dying




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{I don't.....explain, well. If I could, I would make you smile.}




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{H I S T O R Y}
Malcolm remembers very little from his past. He was born in a small town on the west coast of the United States. He had a father and a mother and they both loved him very much. He was an only child, as far as he could remember, but he never really felt alone. He did remember how different he was from the other kids. He remembered not understanding them and they would never play with them. They called him "freak", though the word never elicited a reaction from Malcolm, ever. Though he had no friends, his mother and father supplied all the companionship he needed. His father even encouraged him to play the harmonica, at which he was a virtuoso.

One day, a plague seemed to stretch over the town. Something like a red mist. The towns people went berserk and started killing each other and doing other unspeakable things. His father managed to get him and his mother out of the town before they were affected, or so it seemed. They traveled on into the night, his father saying they needed to get to Death City, and that's when it happened. His mother turned on them. Her eyes were wide and a bloody grin stretched from ear to ear. She started to babble, then attacked his father. She tore him to pieces in front of Malcolm, he was unable to do anything. She then turned on him. She backed him into a corner, poised ready to strike. She beat him and scratched him for a time, until she was about to to strike the final blow. At the last moment, Malcolm retaliated, a scream erupted from his lips. He struck his mother, his hands changing and she went flying back into the sands like a torrent of blood. She laid still. Malcolm froze. He was 8 years old.

After a full day of not moving, he stood up, face expressionless, and started limping towards Death City. When he finally arrived, people tried to stop him and ask if he needed help, but he seemed to not hear them. he kept going until he reached the gates of the DWMA, then collapsed in front of them. He was taken in and tested. They tried to find out what happened but Malcolm never spoke of it, in fact he rarely spoke at all. They found they would have to remind him to eat and drink and sleep. If someone wasn't around, he would just sit in his chair all day, doing nothing. They knew he wasn't mad, but Lord Death feared for the boy. That's when he found out that the boy was a Weapon and how much raw ability he had. He believed the academy would be a perfect place to introduce himself into. Maybe being around others would change how he felt.




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{How do you know if your insane if everyone else is?}




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{F C}
Kazuma Mikura
{C O L O R}
#0000CD

{P R O T R A Y E D B Y}
Slybop

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