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Malchar

Played by timaeuz

Basic Information

  • Basic Info

    • Name: Malchar
    • Gender: Male
    • Played by: timaeuz
    • Nicknames: Mal
    • Personality: A bit of a wallflower and socially awkward, very protective over what he cares for
    • Mannerisms: Hand fidgets when nervous or thinking
    • Likes: Gardening, crafts, lengthy books, peace and quiet, napping in the sun
    • Dislikes: Unnecessary conflict, physical intimacy, alcohol

  • Physical Stats

    • Age: 220ish
    • Race: Tiefling
    • Class: Cleric and warlock multiclass :)
    • Bodytype: Somewhat athletic
    • Height: 5’10” (closer to 6’3 if you count the horns)
    • Complexion: Purple skin, his complexion is smooth other than his birthmarks
    • Hair: Black and messily cut
    • Eyes: Yellow
    • Handedness: Right
    • Scars: Mostly on his hands, one crossing the bridge of his nose, and one on his lip

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    Malchar is a purple tiefling with two horns that point straight up, however his right horn is broken in half and has not regrown properly. He has wild black hair that is awfully messy because he cuts it himself with a pair of hedge clippers, so when out of control it will often fall into his eyes to his dismay.

    His eyes are tired looking, with black scleras and intense yellow irises. He has a couple facial scars from a scuffle many years ago, and his cheeks have a black, branch-like pattern on them that extend down his neck and onto his chests and arms, a very large birthmark given to him by his father that signifies both his familial ties as well as the magical pact ties to his father.

    His hands have too many scars to reasonably count, and all of them are from his extensive gardening hobby, whether it was getting sliced by thorns or irresponsible use of clippers, he always seems to wind up getting himself hurt.

    Mal’s wardrobe consists of clothing that looks a little worse for wear, often sweaters and pants that have been stitched and patched countless times. He can’t bring himself to throw any of it out until it’s in pieces.

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