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                                        █ █ B A S I C S

                                              █ NAME ▬ Maluk Avasaad
                                              █ AGE ▬ 42
                                              █ NICKNAME ▬ none
                                              █ GENDER ▬ Male
                                              █ RACE ▬ Caim
                                              █ ORIENTATION ▬ Bisexual
                                              █ OCCUPATION ▬ Unaffiliated underground healer.
                                              █ PARTNER ▬ Single, Widower
                                              █ STATUS ▬ No Slaves as of yet, in the market

                                  █ █ A P P E A R A N C E

                                        █ HAIR ▬ Brown
                                        █ EYES ▬ Hazel
                                        █ BUILD ▬ Muscular and gigantic. He has a huge, hulking frame, broad shoulders and a mass of muscle. He's a real mountain of a man. [6"11]
                                        █ TATTOOS ▬ So many. Under his jacket, Maluk is covered in tattoos, the most prominent being his two sleeves, connected across his chest and shoulderblades. It is an oddly colorful depection of swirling blue and purple smoke, permeated by multiple eyes gazing out and vague scenes of torment along the edges.
                                        █ SCARS ▬ Only a few shallow cuts along the outsides of his forearms.
                                        █ BIRTHMARKS ▬ none

                            █ █ P E R S O N A L I T Y

                      █ █ H I S T O R Y

                            █ BACKGROUND
                            Maluk Avasaad was born completely mute.
                            He was the oldest of three children, born of a caim and a werewolf. They were both law abiding, respectful citizens of the city, for all the good it did them. They played by the rules, worked hard every day, and at the end of each day came home with barely enough to keep their little family afloat. Both of Maluks parents worked long hours. As the eldest, that left Maluk in charge of looking after his little siblings. This was difficult for a number of reasons. First and foremost, being mute limited him as an authority figure to other children only a few years his junior. When he would sign angrily at them to get off the counters, they would simply pretend not to see or, if they were feeling particularly spiteful, they'd just turn out the lights. The second biggest issue, was that unlike himself, his younger brother and sister took after their werewolf mother - they were lycans. As such they were bigger and stronger than he was at a young age. So Maluk had to earn through effort what came naturally to his siblings - brute strength. After wrestling them into submission night after night, Maluk soon enough learned how to assume the role of 'alpha' as his mother gave him lessons in. Even if he wasn't naturally inclined to the natural canid hierarchy, living with three gave him enough insight to integrate himself into the mindset from an early age. This talent bled into his personal life at school as well. Since his family was stuck in the slums, along with all the other working class, their neighborhood was... less than the best. Maluk and his little siblings grew up making sure other kids their age (and some notably older) knew to keep a respectable distance. As their ringleader (and self-appointed guardian) that meant that Maluk was in charge of scaring off any offenders. In spite of his well-earned brawn, Maluk always preferred to avoid physical confrontation with others outside his family as much as possible. This was due to the fact that, when he touched people outside of his own family, he tended to... feel things. And he hated that. It really didn't seem fair that he had to feel his lip splitting when it was his fist decking the other guys jaw. Later in life, he would learn to control this, and do it only on command. But as a child, he adapted how he could; by making himself as menacing as possible, so he never had to actually lay a finger on anyone. This was where his mother teaching him to be an 'alpha' really came in handy. By the time he was entering middle school, he could send boys twice his size scurrying with just a glare. And, for the most part, his siblings were cowed by him as well.

                            Maluk would have been a troublesome, rebellious teenager, if he had been given the chance. Unfortunately, his brother and sister were quick to claim that role, forcing Maluk to go chasing after them, ever the responsible big brother. These long-distance games of hide and seek became increasingly intricate and troublesome, as soon enough his siblings discovered that they could smell Maluk coming from a mile away, while he was blind to their smells. This caused a great deal of concern for Maluk as well as his parents. His siblings were like many underprivledged youth - they craved power, relevance, security. Things that they could find in less than savory places. And they were inclined to go looking for it. The both of them were scrappy, and easily found purchase among the lower ranks of budding wannabe gangs. Maluks searches for them when they disappeared began to stretch out longer and longer before he could find them. Sometimes it would even be several nights before the two would resurface. Distracted by his siblings and his own need for rebellion, Maluk struggled in school, managing to pass only because he could see how important it was to his parents that at least one of their children do well. But he was wearing himself thin, running constantly to wrangle his siblings. One night they ran off, and Maluk couldn't find them. He couldn't find them the next night, either. Or the night after that. A week passed. Their mother was in tears, and their father hardly slept. Never resting, their mother joined Maluk in searching for them. It was their mother that found them. His brother was dead.

                            It had been a simple death. They had gotten into a petty squabble with another 'gang' in the same territory. There was a fight that turned bloody, and his brother had simply been unlucky. His sister hadn't even realized it until the dust had settled. Terrified of going home or to the police, she had taken his body to one of the old warehouses, hid, and cried. She was hurt as well, and the wound had begun to fester. Maluk would never forget the look on his mothers face. For all she had cried before, looking at his siblings, she seemed so... cold. Like she wasn't even there, behind her eyes. She wanted to take his sister home so his father could heal her, but Maluk didn't like the idea. His father had explained to him in great detail exactly what being a caim meant, and what it did to you when you healed. Maluk knew what his sister had been through. His parents had already lost a child; he didn't want to make them watch it happen, too. So without waiting for his mothers approval, Maluk put his hands on his sister and took a deep breath, the way his dad had described doing. He could feel himself tugging, pulling at the stinging heat beneath the wound, draining it away from her, into him... and when he blinked, he was somewhere else. There was the taste of blood on his fangs, the heat of the pavement beneath him, muscles clashing, a flurry of loud pops, like someone was shooting firecrackers next to his ear. It was a blur of light and pain, the smell of singed fur, and blood, panicked shouting, searing pain, adrenaline... then, without willing it, he felt the eyes that weren't his turn. The others were running away, and there was a crumpled heap on the ground. It smelled like smoke and blood, but it looked like... --Maluk vomited, and when he couldn't anymore, he cried great silent sobs. He didn't remember being brought home.

                            Maluks parents split two years later. Despite their best efforts, the void between them after his brothers death just couldn't be reconciled. By then he was old enough to get his own place, even if he was kind of young for it. His sister came to live with him, and they soon fell out of contact with their parents. That was just as well, since neither of them approved of Maluk and his sister being involved in gang activity. After barely managing to graduate highschool, Maluk dropped all other pretenses, and joined his sister in patrolling the streets, looking for the ones who had put their brother down. His sisters tracking nose had earned her a good spot in a budding weapons organization, and Maluk had learned to use his natural Caim abilities in more.. creative ways. Namely, a technique he lovingly coined 'come quietly.' He had learned how to take away a persons pain, mental and physical. He also learned that you could keep taking and keep taking... until there was hardly anything left. No pain, no fear, no preservation instinct... nothing but a listless, dreamy expression while shady men in glasses led you off. This, combined with his ability to glimpse into peoples minds, and get glimpses of truth, motivations... secrets. He and his sister made for a good pair. It was through his sister that he met a young woman who changed his life... a woman named Alyssa. She was friends with his little sister through a non-gang affiliated lycan meetup group. She was a ray of sunshine in that dingy city. She was shining, beautiful, and so... happy. So full of love. He didn't even need to touch her to feel it, rolling off of her in waves.

                            Their courtship was brief, spurred on by their youth. He was twenty, she was eighteen, and they were both all too willing to rush headfirst into life and its challenges. Damn it, they were going to do it together. They got married at the downtown courthouse, and a year and a half later she was pregnant. At this point in his young life, Maluk started to seriously reconsider his decisions. He didn't want to risk his new family, even if it was to avenge his old one. He would leave the gang. His sister was furious. She called him a traitor, a coward, a sellout. Maluk wouldn't budge. He told her she ought to get out too, while she still could. He took what money he had, rented a dingy little apartment away from his sister and her sinister ties, and put himself in the same position his father had been in. He tried finding legitimate work, but it turned out most medical professionals had to go to college. Imagine that. He got a bluecollar construction job, suited to his build, and started scraping pennies with his wife to support their new family. It was a happy illusion, for a brief few months. Each time Maluk touched her, he could feel her warmth, her happiness, her love, bleeding into him. It was never like that with anyone else, and he relished it. As the end of her term approached, Alyssa became weak... and then she became ill. Maluk saved her life, more than once. Every night he would sap the sickness, the pain, the deterioration from her, and push his energy, his health, his solidarity, back into her. Her heart slowed, and he traded the beats of his own for hers. She was supposed to be dead several times over, but again and again Maluk pushed himself to his limits, bringing her back from the brink. He vomited whenever he tried to eat, and he could barely keep himself standing, let alone work. But he did anyway. Desperately, he sought out the only person he thought could help him - his father. They had not been in contact for a few years, and he was somewhat difficult to track down. The years had not treated him well. Although it had only been a few brief years, his father seemed to have aged by twenty. He found him in a small hovel, a narrow flight of stairs tucked between to ominous dark buildings, a dark cranny easily missed in the crowded streets. There, his father had set up shop - as an unlisted healer. His father took them both in, and sustained Alyssa even when Maluk was at his limit. He took the young couple under his wing, and started teaching Maluk caim healing in earnest, trying his best to help his son recover his lost strength as well. But, in the end, the complications took their toll. Alyssa died during the birth, and the source of the complications was made apparent. The child, who lived thanks to the efforts of Maluks father, was a werewolf, and had wrecked havoc on Alyssas lycan system. Maluk wanted to hate the child. But when he held him, such a puny, tiny thing, small enough to rest comfortably in just one of Maluks oversized hands, he felt it again, that same warmth that Alyssa had once radiated, like sunbeams. He cried once again.

                            Over the next ten years, Maluk moved into his fathers unauthorized healing den, and became his apprentice. He quit his construction job - his father made plenty of money in this shady healing trade - and focused on learning and raising his son, Yuno. His father taught him everything, how healing injured folk without having to involve the government, or documentation, was a very profitable business. How to use crystals and herbs to hone and hone in his natural caim abilities. How to make salves and relaxants to make the healing process smoother. How to manipulate what your patient did and didn't feel, even how to turn on and off entire segments of perception for them. But, most importantly, he gave Maluk his wisdom; There would always be death, no healer could stop that. There would always be violence, be killing, and it would never change. A death would never be anything more than that - the loss of a life. Revenge, honor, business, none of it changed anything. But as a healer, he could prevent it. There weren't always healers. He could stop someones world from ending. That was power worth wielding right. Death would beget only death. If only a little, Maluk had the power to heal the world.

                            When his son Yuno was ten, his father passed away, leaving the two of them to be alone. Yuno, who had been very close to Maluks father, took the death very hard. As the years passed, Yuno became more and more rebellious; a dangerous trait for a young werewolf. Maluk had done his best to keep his son comfortable and safe during his transformations the only way he knew how. Every full moon, he tried to make Yuno as comfortable as possible, and when his transformation came on, he would utilize his natural talents in an unusual, and very self-destructive manner. Similar to the way therapeutic caims would drain negative emotions out of their patients and into themselves, Maluk would hold his son as he changed from an inquisitive boy into a rampaging monster, and would calmly seep away all of his rage, panic, fear, and bloodlust. The result was Maluk laying with a giant werewolf laying across him, breathing slowly, mesmerized, only occasionally twitching his ears or wagging his tail. On the other hand, Maluk, fought all night long to stay still. in his sons stead, Maluk experienced all of the aggressions of the werewolf transformation. Pain, rage, bloodlust, all he wanted to do in the world was find something, anything and rip it apart. To fight, to conquer, to spill blood and tear flesh. He would grind his teeth and ball up Yunos thick chestnut fur in his hands, but he would stay in place, and he would keep doing it. All night long, Maluk would fight. On one occasion (thankfully when Yuno was still rather young, and even his werewolf self wasn't so giant) Maluk couldn't stand it, and he let go of Yuno while he was still transformed. All of his rage went rushing back into him, and Yuno had lunged, viciously attacking the first thing in his sight: Maluk. Their fight had been blissfully brief, since as soon as Maluk got his hands on him again, he used his powers and lulled the beast once more, but not before taking several gashes along his arms, which had been raised up in defense. He took proper care of the wounds, so the scars are shallow, but still visible. But Yuno, and his werewolf rage, was becoming more and more difficult to handle. And one night, when Yuno was fifteen, eager to really get a taste of his own power, Yuno fled on the night of the full moon.

                            Maluk never saw his son again.

                            That night he had searched frantically, calling upon every friend he had yet made working on the streets. He tried, in vain, to track down his mother or sister, both lycans familiar with their familys scent, but they remained as lost as they had for the previous fifteen years. Even when morning came, Maluk didn't give up his search. But he was forced to concede when the police showed up, ringing sections of alleys and streets stained a rusted brown with bright yellow crime scene tape. They knew enough to know a werewolf rampage when they saw one, and now they were looking for Yuno too. Maluk had seriously considered giving up the search and hiding from them. After all, if he worked with the police, he would be investigated, as would his little 'shop' and he would risk having his entire operation shut down. If it had been only himself at stake, he wouldn't have hesitated. But he had come to know the downtrodden people in this town who relied on him, and what he could do. There were people on these streets who, if they couldn't get help from him, would get no help at all. But, in the end, Maluk couldn't bring himself to turn his back on his son. There were programs for werewolves, and he was a minor, so certainly, they would show some leniency? So he sent out a mass text, warning all of his contacts to stay away from the shop until he said otherwise, and went and spoke with the police. He told them everything... about Yuno, at least. He trashed all of his contacts and links in the shop so that, if nothing else, his friends in the underground wouldn't be outed.

                            For months he collaborated with the police, but after his rampage subsided, there was no sign of Yuno and, more disturbingly for Maluk, no more rampages. This sudden cessation of activity could mean a few things, but the most likely was that, on the night of his first rampage, someone had killed him in self defense, and they simply hadn't found the body. They might never. The police handled him gently, and gave him their sympathies, told him there was simply nothing else to be done, but they would let him know if anything changed. Once again Maluk had lost a member of his family. But this time, he was left utterly and completely alone. It took a solid year before Maluk was able to reopen his shop.

                            After losing Yuno, Maluk dedicated all of his energy into healing. He had been broken, but was determined to use that pain constructively. His first son may have died, but that simply meant that all the children of the streets were his now. All of the energy, effort, and care that he had once poured into taking care of his brother and sister, his wife, his father, his son, he now gave to anyone who walked through his doors in need of help. Certainly, he was no sweet smiling catholic nun. He was still a scowling giant with a grip like iron and a grin like death, but it could always be said that Maluk would take care of you, no matter what. Over the years he earned a few notable feats, such as (literally) knocking together the heads of two rival gang members who tried to brawl in his shop, and them making them sit and eat their oatmeal together while they were under his care. Maluk takes payment whenever he can, but it is also known that Maluk will never refuse his services to anyone, even if they can't pay (although he will sometimes call in favors later). He has also received some rather generous donations from various... 'organizations' and gangs around town, who are interested in keeping him with them. He has upgraded the size of his facility, and these days has three rooms for people to sleep and stay in if they need to stay under his care for more than a day. He has also been known, on occasion, to temporarily allow people in difficult circumstances to stay with him and seek sanctuary. It is also well known that Maluk doesn't tolerate any violence to occur on his grounds, even if someone is hiding there. And, since no groups generally want to risk Maluk turning them and theirs away in the future, his rules are generally abided by. And so there, in his own tiny square of territory, Maluk continues to operate to this day, healing anyone and everyone who comes through his doors.

                            The tl;dr version
                            Here's a brief recap since the bio itself is pretty lengthy!
                            Maluk is a caim, the oldest son of a werewolf and a caim. He grew up keeping his lycan brother and sister in line. When the three of them were teenagers, his siblings became involved in gang violence, and his brother was killed by an as-of-yet unknown enemy gang member. This caused his parents to split, and Maluk and his sister lost contact with them both when they grew into adults. Maluk and his sister ran in gangs for a few years, until Maluk met a lycan woman named Alyssa, whom he married. In anticipation of having a child with her, Maluk abandoned the gang life, causing a falling out between him and his sister, whom he subsequently lost contact with. Alyssa grew deathly ill while pregnant, due to their child being a werewolf, and Maluk got help by reconnecting with his caim father. The two of them managed to keep Alyssa alive, but only long enough to birth their son Yuno. Maluk and Yuno moved in with his father, who had already started an underground healing parlour. When Yuno was ten, Maluks father died. Maluk kept Yunos werewolf transformations under control by absorbing all of his rage into himself. But Yuno hated being confined, and when he was fifteen, he ran away from home and went on a rampage, and was never seen or heard from again, and presumed dead. Maluk worked with the police to find him, but to no avail. He reopened his shop over a year later, and has since been healing anyone and everyone who comes to see him.

                            █ ABILITIES
                            ▬ COME QUIETLY
                            Maluk uses his caim abilities to drain out not only pain, but fear, anxiety, even will to fight or move. He entrances them, and lulls them into a zombie-like state. Once mesmerized, they can be led around or moved just about anywhere as long as Maluk keeps his hands on them. It's also very useful for stopping brawls and fights. He's gotten very good at using this ability even on those who are struggling against him, although it takes quite a bit more effort and energy on Maluks part.

                            ▬ I AM YOUR ALPHA
                            Growing up with rowdy lycans and tending werewolves has given Maluk a great deal of control over his presence and energy. He is generally able to command those around him with simple looks. He has a very overwhelming presence, and combined with his intimidating frame, most folks aren't inclined to cross him easily.

                            ▬ EASING THE PAIN
                            Like most Caims, Maluk can ease pain by draining it away into himself, as long as he is maintaining skin-to-skin contact. The tradeoff is, of course, that he takes on that pain himself. These days, he rarely uses this ability. Most of the people he treats are gangsters, so if they want to get themselves into trouble, the least they can do is shoulder the pain themselves. He is quicker to use this power when dealing with innocents, or those in extreme pain.

                            ▬ HEALING TOUCH
                            As long as Maluk maintains skin-to-skin contact, he can slowly cause wounds, injuries, and even some illnesses to heal up, at the cost of experiencing them himself. He generally uses these abilities in conjunction with more conventional methods, such as bandaging, sutures, salves, and medicines.

                            ▬ DEMON... SUMMONING?
                            Maluk has done his best to avoid this... power, of his. While most caims have a natural inclination to be able to drive out and repel demons, for some reason, Maluk seems to attract them instead! On his seldom few attempts at exorcisms, demons have instead leapt into him, and he has been possessed at least twice, and plagued by nightmares other times. He has a contact whom he sees for demon expulsion, and otherwise stays as far away as he can from anything demonic. He figures he must smell good to them or something.

                            ▬ INNER EYE
                            Like many caims, Maluk will often experience a persons memories, thoughts, and feelings when he heals them. What he has learned is that having a bunch of repeat customers produces an... interesting effect on this phenomena. Upon the first few healings, Maluk will get glimpses of a persons past, present, and sometimes, even their future. The more frequently he heals them, the stronger these images get, and the longer they last afterwards. With those whom he has healed repeatedly, Maluk develops a sort of connection to the person. He is able to tell when they are close, and what they are feeling when they are.

                            ▬ FUTURE SIGHT
                            Occasionally, when Maluk is healing someone, he will get glimpses of that persons future. But, for Maluk it is often difficult to tell apart the past, present, and future in these visions. But with a person whom he heals frequently, he can more easily tune in to that frequency when he lays his hands on them, and, with practice, can purposefully get glimpses of what is to come. However he does not advertise this ability.

                            ▬ SIZE SOMETIMES MATTERS
                            Not a power, per se, but Maluk is VERY LARGE, and he is actually an ex-gangster who still works out. So while he may not be as formidable as many of the active fighters and gangsters out there, you can bet that is he puts you in his deathgrip, trust me, you're not going anywhere soon.

                            █ EXTRA
                            -Maluk keeps a whiteboard on the desk in the front room of his shop, and usually jots down things if he has to communicate with someone who does not know sign language. That is... most people.

                            -When he is not healing, Maluk actually offers to teach people signing.

                            -Maluk has a sore weak spot for children. Can't imagine why.