Post by Malcolm Selder on Oct 10, 2010 17:39:48 GMT -5
Name: Malcolm Selder
Age: 53
Age Turned: 21
Gender: Male
Occupation: Bartender (Shooting for the owner of Dragon’s Keep)
Residence: Cados
Physical Description: Malcolm stands just under six feet, and he often stands tall and confident enough for it to show. He’s lanky rather than strong, preferring not to rely on brute strength to win his fights. His hair is dark-brown to the point of being nearly black, and his eyes match in a lighter shade.
Garment: He never wears black, for fear that the contrast between dark cloth and pale skin would make it too obvious. Generally, he sticks with an olive-green shirt and brown pants, along with a pair of brown leather boots. Nothing too fancy; wearing nice clothes to a pub is like wearing white through a swamp trek.
Weapon: In the event that he can’t talk his way out of it first, Malcolm keeps a dagger in his pocket for emergencies.
Demeanor: Generally cheerful, in a somewhat-sadistic sort of war. He’s the one cheering on the bar-fights as long as they stay away from the bottles, and laughing when the losers hit the floor. He doesn’t have much of a temper, and glee seems to be his favorite emotion. He favors anyone who helps him on his lifelong-dream of murdering his goody-two-shoes brother and living to tell the tale. Generally, he divides everything not into good or bad, but into whether it helps him or not.
Story of their Change: Some peoples believe twins to be a bad omen; one will be good, and the other will be evil. The Selders called it a mere myth, so Malcolm and his twin Markus proved them wrong. Malcolm, the opposite of his benevolent brother, burned a house down at age twelve and got banished from the town. He spent the following years wandering between towns and taking on odd jobs, until bad luck put him in the wrong dark forest at the wrong time, with one hungry vampire as the cause of the misfortune. He would’ve died if not for a chance passerby chasing the vampire away and nursing the poor man back to health. Malcolm, never one to be grateful, ate the fool when he got the chance and moved into Cados to work in the Dragon’s Keep, where the lights are dim, alcohol is the prevailing scent, and disappearances are explained with ‘She left around four or so. Out of sight, out of mind.’
Picture: ((None, yet))
Age: 53
Age Turned: 21
Gender: Male
Occupation: Bartender (Shooting for the owner of Dragon’s Keep)
Residence: Cados
Physical Description: Malcolm stands just under six feet, and he often stands tall and confident enough for it to show. He’s lanky rather than strong, preferring not to rely on brute strength to win his fights. His hair is dark-brown to the point of being nearly black, and his eyes match in a lighter shade.
Garment: He never wears black, for fear that the contrast between dark cloth and pale skin would make it too obvious. Generally, he sticks with an olive-green shirt and brown pants, along with a pair of brown leather boots. Nothing too fancy; wearing nice clothes to a pub is like wearing white through a swamp trek.
Weapon: In the event that he can’t talk his way out of it first, Malcolm keeps a dagger in his pocket for emergencies.
Demeanor: Generally cheerful, in a somewhat-sadistic sort of war. He’s the one cheering on the bar-fights as long as they stay away from the bottles, and laughing when the losers hit the floor. He doesn’t have much of a temper, and glee seems to be his favorite emotion. He favors anyone who helps him on his lifelong-dream of murdering his goody-two-shoes brother and living to tell the tale. Generally, he divides everything not into good or bad, but into whether it helps him or not.
Story of their Change: Some peoples believe twins to be a bad omen; one will be good, and the other will be evil. The Selders called it a mere myth, so Malcolm and his twin Markus proved them wrong. Malcolm, the opposite of his benevolent brother, burned a house down at age twelve and got banished from the town. He spent the following years wandering between towns and taking on odd jobs, until bad luck put him in the wrong dark forest at the wrong time, with one hungry vampire as the cause of the misfortune. He would’ve died if not for a chance passerby chasing the vampire away and nursing the poor man back to health. Malcolm, never one to be grateful, ate the fool when he got the chance and moved into Cados to work in the Dragon’s Keep, where the lights are dim, alcohol is the prevailing scent, and disappearances are explained with ‘She left around four or so. Out of sight, out of mind.’
Picture: ((None, yet))