Malik Ximenez

Name: Malik XIMENEZ
Age: 27
Appearance: Standing straight Malik reaches his maximum height of 6’4 and a 1/2( (you can’t forget the half, it’s important to him), heavily muscled from battle. The dark skin from severe burns he suffered in a fire only serve to broadcast his ever growing assortment of pale scars. His eyes a deep brown, seemingly black and set neatly in his not so handsome face. But he is far from ugly, sporting a more chiseled ancient-Greek-warrior type face, all sharp planes and nothing soft. His hair is a natural platinum blonde, nearly white, actually.

As for clothes he rarely has anything, save for his vambrace(s) and deer-skin leggings. The soles of his feet are rock hard due to his aversion of shoes.

Personality: Though he looks stern and well-mannered, that is not the case. Arrogant, pitiless, self-serving he cares for nothing and no one. Though he suffers no pride, for what good is pride if your dead? Hard life has taught him to expect the worse and nothing will surprise you. He trusts no one and everyone would do well not to trust him. But that is not to say he doesn’t have a heart, he wouldn’t turn away from a child in danger, he would save that child…only to turn around and kill them himself. It’s simply in his nature, he feels it is a greater mercy than letting them live and carrying the burden of not knowing whether or not they will survive or be forced into the same situation.

Quiet by nature he only speaks unless spoken too—though more often than not you will be studiously ignored—and almost always has an ulterior motive for talking to people. Though most can’t stand talking to him for long because of his habit, a horrid, irritating little habit known as speaking in third person. He is smart but slow to learn, books will not teach him much he needs to be taught by doing. That is what his whole person runs on, what you do or do not do.

He is also not one to help the world rebuild feeling that if it has fallen to ruin it can stay that way, after all, wasn’t it man who created the problem in the first place? Heart set on anarchy he callously will destroy any forming ‘governments’ or ‘leaders’ he can find.

He is truly a very simple man with two goals in mind: Survive and conquer.

History: Born about twenty years after the war, civilization is still trying to reshape itself. Medicine and knowledge about herbs is scare so it is no surprise that his mother died in childbirth. Raised by his Aunt he had a relatively ‘decent’ childhood. He grew with love and warmth and the knowledge that human stupidity knew no bounds.

Trouble started when he turned twelve. His Uncle was becoming a growing favorite for the people in their small camp, he was becoming good at leading, he was fair and just. He also took raids to areas and reforming towns, not to raid the people but to rid the surrounding area of Brutes. It was on one of these raids that he died. Kill actually but strangely enough his Aunt did not care. Though it was soon known as to why, his Aunt, she had orchestrated the whole thing! It was then she told him how bad it would be if people unified how wrong it would be to have another war. How things were fine the way they were. It was population reduction…or so she said. She was a bit touched in the head, but that was something he never knew.

So in this manner he grew up. His Aunt filling his heads with things that usually only made sense to her and otherwise providing for him. She taught him to be handy with anything and fighting dirty was only dirty if you lost. He prefers using double swords of any kind. When she was murdered by raiders he buried her and murdered them swiftly. Not for vengeance but because they made camp to close to his home. After all if his Aunt was weak enough to die so easily it was simply her time.

By the time he turned nineteen he had killed a list of people both ‘innocent’ and ‘guilty’. He wandered without thinking of much, only learning new skills here and there. Hunting down the occasionally group of peoples who would get to large, whether it be a Brute, Raider or Towns person.
And that is how he had lived his life, staying to wilds and destroying small groups. But these new forming cities have caught his eye.

Race: Townsman

Starting Town:Traveling through the Cormount Dessert. Headed toward Newport.

How you got found here: ?

Skills:
1-Bladed Weapons
2-Agility
3-Hunting

Equipment:
1-One (18 inch) Kriss Sword
2-Waterskin
3-Water for waterskin

Roleplay sample :

Spoiler:

Its ok but for the equipment.
Swords have to be seperate. Must take up one slot per sword. Water skin needs to not contain water unless it is a separate slot. The map also must be ledgeable to anyone or not readable at all without some sort of skill. So basically you can have one sword, an empty water skin and

I'll fix that in like two seconds

EDIT: Fixed

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