Malum
Nobody knows from whence he came
A man, a beast, a malevolent spirit of the wild
Crawled out from the murk and the rot
Stinking of corpse-flesh and wreathed in bone
What Evil Hails From The Valleys North
(Not my artwork. Placeholder. Original by 'Euphidyce'. I cannot find their socials.)
Age : 24
Race : Human
Height : 5'11" - 180cm
Pronouns : He/they/it
Culture : Vague. Speculated to be a Jack.
Sexuality : Vague. Uninterested. Feminine company leaning.
Alignment : Chaotic Neutral(stupid)
Affiliation : Anarchist
Beliefs : 'We believe only in what we can taste.'
Malum (Evil, Wrong) | Lavelle ([of] The Valley
Voice : Mikee Goodman
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Malum can be described simply as a feral man. He cares little for presentation to the outside world beyond what he himself wishes to make of himself. He makes a large majority of his own clothing from hides, bone, and salvaged wares. His jewelry such as the necklace adorned with a rat's skull he wears (He calls it 'Vern') and the beads in his hair are hand crafted from wood, twine, and bone. Each adornment carries with it some form of significance or memory. He strongly dislikes wearing shoes or any footwear unless the weather is unbearably cold.
Malum has youthful features that are masked entirely by the grime and weathering of his lifestyle. His complexion is cracked and dry like his skin was made of pale leather, particularly around his lips which take on a slightly purplish hue. His eyes are most often hidden by his long wild hair but when revealed are wide eclipses of darkness, pitch black irises that are barely differentiated from his pupils. In conjunction with his somewhat gaunt features he has quite the haunting visage.
He has very long straw-like blonde hair that covers his eyes while the back reaches beyond his waist. It is frayed, unkempt, Lice ridden, and has the texture of horse hair. He will sometimes braid it but often wears it straight with handmade beads threaded throughout his bangs and the sides of his hair.
His teeth are by far the most noticeable feature from a distance. As while he still forms the typical grin of a Jack his is far less comforting, further accentuated from it being one of the only indicators of his mood visible at any given time. His cracked and dry lips framing a maw of teeth that belong more at home on a hyena then a man. His breath smells of rotting meat to those who stand too close.
Generally followed by a miasma of earthen stench. Wood-rot, masked only slightly with strong herbal smells like he had rolled around in a bed of spices, along with the natural musk of sweat and leather.
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Likes: Eating. Gnawing. Weapons and tools (for play and hunting). Dancing. Fire. Most animals. Scrimshaw and 'vulture culture' forms of art. Respect. Generosity. 'Glinty ones' (Figures, often Knights, in suits of armor.)
Dislikes: Being still for too long. Talking for too long. Feeling hungry. Mercenary figures. Water. Small and noisy dogs. Things that smell weird to him. Arrogance and pomp. Things he does not understand quickly. Jail. Locked doors/windows.
Character inspirations: Krieg (Borderlands), Inosuke (Demon Slayer), Power (Chainsaw Man), Thorfinn (Vinland Saga), Jin Enjoji - Evil Eye (Dandadan), Rudo (Gachiakuta)
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