Ballad of
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peacekeeper - vagabond - visionary
A kind-hearted and honest man, facing the world with nothing but pure intentions. His demeanor, obliged by pleasant, wholesome features and untroubled chocolate-colored eyes, project warmth, decency, and thoughtfulness, traits amply confirmed by those within his hometown. Malakai roams an increasingly dangerous path, attempting to maintain his morals along the way.
"Magic can only be harnessed to its full potential by the pure of heart."
（Names）
Malakai Bonnard（Age）
Twenty-One（Gender）
Cisgender Male（Species）
Human（Ethnicity）
Eastern Asian（Job）
Misc.（Affiliation）
Seventh son of the Bonnard clan☥Orphaned as a small child, Malakai remembers very little from his days before being brought to Citeron, a visciously growing costal kingdom. It was there, roaming the slums of the city, that the Bonnards found him. Upon being taken to their country-side estate, Malakai was introduced to the family, who accepted him with open arms. Alone, starved, and forgotten, it was a stark contrast to the reality of which he envisioned for himself. Naturally, he accepted the life he was being given, the life he thought was unatainable.
The Bonnards, a former court family known for running several mills and being savvy with technology, were regarded highly within the village, and yet the townsfolk had a hard time adjusting to the foreign, dark-haired runt that suddenly accompanied them. the Bonnards, with their characteristic flaming-hair, ocean eyes, and noisy habits couldn't have picked a child more different than them to adopt. And yet, Malakai managed to fit perfectly into the family, learning their secrets and sharing their food, forming a bond as strong as blood with them as the years went by, as well as gaining the love and adoration of those within the village.
It was the Bonnards who raised him into the gentle young man he is today: It was them who taught him how to string a bow, how to parry and thrust with a sword, how to make an honest living off of the land. It was them who stirred the embers of the Magics they knew were inside him, secretly delighting in the vicious flame that grew over the years. He would later come to realize that that had been the Bonnards intentions in adopting him — Though they were a just and fair family, at times even known to be charitable, they did not need another child and he was not merely adopted out of the goodness of their hearts. They had seen he was gifted and wanted to harness his powers to further their own agendas.
After all, it was the Bonnard family's secret profession. The use of Magics, which had been banned from all regions of the Kingdom after the last war, was condemned and would result in immediate execution if one was found to be using it. Magics were deeply feared. During the war it had been used to set fire to entire villages in mere minutes, to torture innocents in cruel and unimaginable ways, to wreak havoc upon the lands that many had worked tirelessly to cultivate. Despite 100 years of peace, the Magics were starting to make a comeback, and it would be from the Bonnards that Kai was raised to know Magics weren't as demented as it was made to seem.
They showed him how Magics could be used to build, to grow, to heal. He learned to use his powers only for good and to hide them from all who couldn't be trusted. The village he lived in was a ways from the city, where practice of Magics was more dangerous and often times deadly to pursue, though he still knew to be cautious. One wrong word, one set of prying eyes and he could be sentenced to hang. It was the Bonnards who taught him of the Kings misdeeds, his lies, how he was rotting the kingdom from the inside out. It is in learning this that he became conflicted about the path that he should take: Continue to live his simple life in the village, helping with his Magics in secrecy, or join his families plot to overthrow the Citeronian King?
"And perhaps ignorance is a bliss I'm inclined to keep."
（Skin）
Fair, warm undertones, tans easily.
（Hair）
Ravenette, dark locks worn long when in the comfort of his home, often tied back.
（Eyes）
Chocolate colored, warm and inviting
（Scars）
Several, many on his hands, the others hidden beneath his clothing
（Health）
Very good, with no underlying healthy conditions（Height）
6'2", broad-shouldered and tall
（Build）
Mesomorph, extremely fit
（Posture）
Good posture, learned from years of training with a sword
（Handed ）
Ambidextrous
（Scent）
Pine needles, with the under-lying scent of cinnamon
（Voice）
A deep, friendly baritone
"Some places are magic; it's a thing you feel in the soul as much as the eyes."
goodtrait ‑ strong willed ‑ trustworthy ‑ empathetic ‑☥Malakai's smile, a warm and radiant jewel that turns his expression to that of someone dependable in a matter of seconds, is often on display and easily given. Though he isn't attractive in the trademark Bonnard way (their fiery blue orbs and charming yet sly smiles those of daughter stealers and heartbreakers) he is certainly easy on the eyes: His features, almost feminine in their softness, give him an air of innocence.☥Likes ‑ cinnamon, autumn, festivals
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badtrait ‑ opinionated ‑ conflicted ‑ intense when angered
☥He carries himself in a way that allows him to empathize with others, the male being extremely passionate about understanding the world around him. Loyalty is an important ideal to him, the ravenette never considering spilling the Bonnards secrets, whether it be for his own personal gain or to save his neck. His loyal and honest nature has led him to have a skewed and too-positive outlook on the people around him. Though many know he is a man of his word, he tries his hardest to believe that others are too, making it easy for one to lie and manipulate him. In that sense, his good-natured ways can be a set back, though he is good at generally avoiding the untrustworthy type, the issue being more prominent when it involves those he's close to, be it family or friends, lying to him. Despite this, the males unflinching belief that all can be honest and good has led him to make many companions, the ravenette never having once felt the loneliness of the time before. That is how he refers to the early days of his childhood. Though his memories of it are faint, the images of war and loss are still burnt into the inky reccesses of his mind, the male seldom speaking of it in order to avoid the painfully visceral emotions they invoke. Despite feeling things deeply, he is one to be reticent when it comes to the deeper and often times negative emotions he experiences, the male not wanting to worry those he cares for. Thus, he can lash out after long periods of time, most often time isolating himself rather than communicating his feelings upfront. In the comfort of his home Malakai is known to be childlike in his sense of humor as well as curiosity, a stark contrast to the mature young man he presents himself as in public. He enjoys spending his time writing, a secret passion of his, as well as cooking — Many are surprised at what a good chef he is, much to his sheepish-delight. Cooking helps him clear his mind, and he can often be found pestering his mother into teaching him a recipe or helping him perfect a new one.☥
Dislikes ‑ cowards, violence, feeling powerless
"And aren't the flames our equally feared and beloved savior?"
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Flame Manipulation- From a young age, Malakai was able to produce a singular flame on his index finger. Years of training has equipped him with the ability to increase the intensity of flames, manipulate their shape, as well as their size. It is easier for him to manipulate already present flames, compared to conjuring his own.
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StatsProlonged use of flames results in him losing consciousness, as it quickly drains stamina. The higher the concentration of flames used, the quicker stamina is drained. Additionally, he is still susceptible to smoke inhalation, as well as burns, having no form of protection against them same as the regular non-magic user.
"Until fate bridges our paths once more."
In the honeyed light............................................................................................................................
Of the joyous dancing flames,
A heart of gold will be reflected,
Between the sparks pirouette,
The burning imagery,
Cast at the moon.
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