name: Malyss Blaik
nickname: Mal
race: Human
gender: Male
age: Twenty-nine
description:
He stood at six feet and five inches and he had seen countless battles as scars littered his body. His physique was the lean-muscular type, not at all unappealing to the eyes. As was his face. His pale eyes were of a clear ocean, blue but different, and his jet black hair was ever so slightly wavy - it fell just below his chin. And his skin... an almost tawny look. His chiseled countenance had but one scar right down his left eye, thankfully his eye had been left intact. The clothes he adorned were generally light armor and skins of various animals to keep warm in the cold, as it helped him be quick on his feet and did not weigh down his horse when he was in chase.
profession: Hunter of Fey and Prey
skills: Hand-to-Hand Combat; Hunting; Bows; Fire Magic; Swordsmanship; Cooking
bio: Malyss was born into poverty on the island of Orkney. He was a lone child with only a mother while his father had disappeared a month before he was born. And so his uncle took care of them, his father's brother. His uncle taught him much of what he knew today, from hunting to sword fighting to shooting a bow. His mother taught him essential things as well such as how to prepare food and even some defensive combat.
Malyss had always been stoic and blunt - hiding his true emotions and never withholding the truth. It was clear with other children whom he never got along with that he was... well, different. And not in a bad way nor even a good way, it was simply what he was. Different. He couldn't understand why his peers cried so often or ran to their parents when they got hurt.
At fifteen years old his mother and uncle decided to set off from the island. As they made their venture to the ship they would be taking, Malyss met his first fey creature. It was in the middle of the woods and away from his mother and uncle. At first, what he came across was a lone tree until something morphed out of it, turning into a young girl. To Malyss, she was utterly breathtaking and he couldn't believe his eyes. A fey? They were real? For the next few days he talked with the young fey and they even played together. Although he considered himself a man, in the end, he was only fifteen at the time. Very much still a boy so of course, they played games together.
Until... one day... the fey's mother showed herself. And she was
angry; angry that her daughter spent days with a human. She viewed them as dangerous and now that Malyss had seen them... he remembered her words...
"He must die."
Malyss ran as fast as he could to where his mother and uncle were resting which brought the fey directly to their location. The mother fey ended up poisoning his family with some sort of magical mist, rendering them unconscious. Malyss continued to run, and once he had lost her... he returned to his camp and found his mother and uncle dead. They looked asleep, however, their hearts no longer beat.
After this incident, Malyss built a grudge against the fey - labeling them as evil. And thus he sought to hunt fey and find the one that murdered his family.
But there's more...
personality: Malyss is a stoic individual and brutally honest. It's almost as though he's never shed a tear, but of course, that remains unknown. Although he is seen as standoffish, he has the best intentions in mind. WIP
items: A bow with arrows, extra clothes, a hatchet, medkit, and various tools.
other: Malyss mounts a horse named Russet.
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