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| Name: Malakaf Nickname/s: Status: Race: Unknown, may be an Istari Gender: Male Origin: Language: Age: 28 (estimate, actual age unkown) Height: Weight: Build: Generally thick, very muscular, but not bulky Hair: Pitch black, no brown or blue haze when light hits it, no shimmer is given off. Eyes: No coloring, eyes contain no pigment Skin: Distinctive Marks: Clothing: Elaborate black robe with patterns that swirl and move in the moonlight. Underneath, the robe fits his figure to disguise any armor he may be wearing, making him look simple and unprepared. Underneath his robes he wears black armor plates, most of them hold points everywhere, and below his waist is a typical wizards robe. Weapons: Wizards staff, sword, magic Special Abilities: A truly strong force, Malakaf is in essence, in touch with everything. His colour is black, and black is every colour as one. His physical attributes are a wide variety. Though his Magic, is somewhat less refined. Animals/Steeds: Personality: Interests: Family: History: Malakaf was born on a lone farm, far from an city. He grew up during the age of the Rise and fall of the Noldor (the first age), living a peaceful life. Malakaf was born a chubby farmer's son, his golden blond locks and his bright blue eyes would shimmer as he cut the wheat and brought in the cattle. His life was cut short at the age of 17 when the forces of Morgoth were marching to set up a small camp. His Mother and father were slaughtered gruesomely before he himself, was taken apart. He soon woke up in a bright land- everything was white, he stood bare before a council of gods, the Valar. They stood before him in their glory and passed silent judgement upon him. Many years later he awoke during a masssive battle of some sort. He was lost, knowing many things he hadn't known before. He remembered nothing of his real past, but he knew what he was doing. Life progressed and he moved up the ranks, his skills being the epitome of perfection, Malakaf joined the ranks of Aragorn's seceret Service. Soon thereafter, things started coming to Malakaf: memories, messages, and dreams from the Valar. He vanished from knowledge and thought, and came back as a powerful force. He did not know where he had been, it had been like a blink, but he had come back as something that no one else was. He was not Istari, he was not Maia. He has been sent by the Valar to end conflict in Middle Earth. For better, or worse. |