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 Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 10:06 pm
Approved by Leikkun
Name: Mal
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Orientation: Homosexual
Craft: Ex-Harper?
Rank: Candidate
Physical Description: Standing at the grand height of 5’3’’, Mal is far from the most… well… physically imposing person around. It’s possible that he could be muscular someday, but he tends to avoid actual physical labor. He has wavy dark brown hair, cut just below his earlobes; a bit longer than what is fashionable, he admits, but… eh. He likes it, and that’s what’s important. He’s built more for speed rather than stamina or pure strength. His eyes are gray. His teeth are, by far, his worst feature, being all crooked and stained.
Well, after a Turn of living in the Weyr, Mal has actually developed some muscle. Hurray! He can no longer qualify as 'skinny' and instead could be aptly described as 'lean', with a nice layer of muscle.
Personality: He’s… err… well, he’s a flake in many ways. He doesn’t take very much seriously and, what he does take seriously, isn’t generally very serious. Dodging responsibility and avoiding blame are two things he lives for. Well, there’s also booze, but we don’t talk about that. That'll come up more in the future. Being a relatively clever young man, he has figured out that the best way to be clever is to pretend to be about as intelligent as your average rock. And the best way to do that is to pretend to be completely open about everything. No one looks for secrets if they don’t realize that those secrets exist, yes? Not to mention, by being so open and all that, other people tend to trust him a good deal more than they should.
He’s rather manipulative, using whatever he can to get other people to do his work for him. Well, some of it, anyway. Like heavy lifting and whatnot. He delights in ridiculously circuitous plans and plots. Mostly, he delights in proving how clever he is. When his ‘plots’ fail (which is often, because he has the attention span of a concussed duckling), he generally sneaks off somewhere to sulk and complain and possibly nurse a bottle of booze.
In a rare dichotomy, he is happy in a group or on his own. When in a group, he prefers to be the center of attention. He does not, however, make a particularly good leader, since leadership comes with responsibilities. Honestly, he’s much better at a supporting role, one where he gets the joy of being important, but not so much that he’s too frightened by the responsibility of it all.
History: What hasn’t he been? If you listen to Mal’s stories, he’s been an orphan, a b*****d, a motherless child, the only son of a secret Lord Holder, one son among many of farmers… he’s a liar, plain and simple, rewriting his history so often that it’s possible that even he doesn’t remember the truth. He’s gotten so used to telling the lies that the truth hardly even matters. The truth is a good deal less… glamorous.
He’s not sure who is father is, in all honesty. It doesn’t matter much either. His mother was a woman of… questionable character and even more questionable morality. In the manner of mothers everywhere, she insisted that her son was special and worked hard to secure a future for him. Eventually she managed to catch attention of a Harper and ranted about how great her son was going to be. The Harper listened politely, possibly only because he was unable to think of a good way to get this insane woman out of his way. Still, he had to admit, the boy had talent and he eventually agreed to take him in. This was when Mal was twelve.
At first, Mal was quite content with this new Harper life of singing and attempting to play instruments. (Ironically enough, he’d never gotten the hang of the harp or any other instruments; mostly, other Harpers would eventually take the poor instrument away from him in pity). But, after a while, he began to grow… well… bored of it all. Sure, it was hilarious the first time to put salt in the klah, but that sort of thing got boring eventually. Besides, the amount of attention he was starting to attract was rather disquieting… Eventually, he got to thinking about what a Harper really did.
It wasn’t all singing silly songs and entertaining people. It was… well… teaching people too. And, suddenly, Mal realized that he may very well be responsible for the education of others. And the thought terrified him. He quickly disappeared to avoid that fate. That was when he was eighteen.
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Yeaaaah... in retrospect, it probably wasn't the brightest thing to do. Traveling around as a lone teenager is pretty stupid. He figured that out---eventually---and settled down in a Hold under a fake name. Occasionally things would go missing in his presence----small things, like bubbly pies or perhaps the occasional apple---but he had always been a decent actor. Being Searched a huge relief, actually, since people were starting to put the pieces together.
Pets: Eventually, he’ll have a bronze flit, Aeron.
Aeron: New Cert
Other/Talents: He has a good singing voice. Not OMG amazing, but it has potential. He’s also intelligent, even if he doesn’t seem to have much common sense. He’s a bit like a terrier with OCD; if he sees something that doesn’t fit, he’ll keep pulling and pulling at it, regardless of the outcome. He is, however, quite good at acting.
On a sidenote, he is red-green colorblind, a fact that occasionally comes back to haunt him. It is not severe; it's not as if he'll mistake, say, a Green for a Blue or something. He also possesses all the writing skills of a drunken beluga on a trampoline during an earthquake. Reading and writing are both very difficult for him.
Will this character be a candidate? Yes
Picture: Mal by ReineShadowguard
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