Post by Malakai Enzo Wolfe on Oct 1, 2019 16:43:05 GMT
MALAKAI ENZO WOLFE
BASIC INFORMATION
NAME: Malakai Enzo Wolfe
AGE: 19 {500}
RACE: Vampire
GENDER: Male
ALLIANCE: Azalea
OCCUPATION: Dead
FACE CLAIM: Timothée Chalamet
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual to become Homosexual
RELATIONSHIPS:• Family is all deceased.
• __ __ - Sire/Lover/Abandoner/Returner
PERSONALITY
STUBBORN | SHORT-TEMPERED | BRUTAL HONESTY 
Malakai has spent his life in resentment for what he has become, he never wanted this and he makes sure it is known about the nest. His hatred for this new world has sent him insane, how weak everyone has become and how sensitive the human race is. It makes him feel sick. Malakai is short-tempered, brutally honest and comes across as an asshole.
He has a few things he lets no one see, including his loneliness and longing to be loved by someone who can accept him, his longing to be able to walk in the sunlight and how destroyed he is that he can't. He hides his wants and needs well, covering it with this facade of asshole and savagery.
HISTORY
Malakai, where do you start about him? He was born to a poor dress maker who had been sexually abused by one of the kings guard. She kept the child a secret for as long as she could, making sure when the guard passed the boy was either away from her and the home or hidden inside safely. He grew up to be as poor as his mother, until he had the opportunity to rise up and be something, make something of himself. Which he did. He joined the kings guard at eighteen, not such a small boy now and no matter how much his mother asked and pleaded for him not to he did it anyway.
Thats when they found out about who he was, the king ordered his mother to be hanged, which went ahead,
He was fed and clothed, the next day he awoke and was greeted by another lad about his age, they were to be stable hands. They would collect the harvest, ride to market, sell produce and return to bath and bed the horses. Or just routine checks and learning to smith while at it, they were fed and clothed well on this estate, the man it seemed was gravely ill, or so was said. He never left his room during the day, which was odd for any fit person, but a few times Malakai could swear the movement of floorboards and the creaking was too loud to ignore. Once he turned nineteen, he was requested to aid the ill home owner, where he would bring him food and a substance he thought looked a little to like blood. Which he would leave on the mans nightstand, bow his head deeply toward him and then back out of the room. He was warned to not raise the mans temper by turning his back on him, so he abided by that. For so many months.
His last visit was the worst, the man was sitting up, his pale legs drawn to the side of his bed, as if he was waiting for the boy to come and assist him. He thought nothing of it, approaching the mans table as usual, but this time he was surprised, falling back, he hadn't realised what had happened yet but the man had pinned him to the ground, something like a horror movie, the dim light lit up his pale face, eyes and the sudden long canine like teeth in his mouth. Malakai didn't even struggle, he didn't scream at all, the man seemed surprised by this. Malakai could feel the man debating whether to let him go or whether to kill him there and then. But he managed to stop feeding just in time to perform the ritual that the boy had read about so many times in the mans library.
It was all fading into place, the fact that most of the rooms in the house didn't have windows at all, the whole of the top floor, along with the servant bedrooms were bricked, the only light was artificial and held in place by rings on the wall. Fire was the only light in this place. Obviously wary of this the man decided to lay the lad on his bed, before clambering back in beside him. Where he waited patiently for the boy to awake.
Malakai woke three days later, an aching and neediness for blood, the cravings were strong and he seemed agitated, but because of his new title, vampire. He wasn’t ready for the enhanced senses, so irritation had sent him into a full blown rage, where he was quickly grabbed and taught a lesson by the man of the house. He was made to see that rampant behaviour would get him caught, as well as his sire of course. He had his first drink right after, the craving had subsided a little, he had complimented his sire on the choice of blood, not that he knew the difference. Yet the man seemed appreciative. Together they formed an odd friendship, one that saw them living within the top floor of the house, together. Malakai his his resentment for the man as best he could, after-all he had stollen the boys life.
Eventually as the years went on he did many things that made the country proud of him, including taking part in World War One as well as World War Two. He dodged bullets and drank like a sailor through those years, yet he managed to come home unscathed, or so he thought. His mind was damaged, images came to him through the night, not only of those he killed cursed to haunt his sleep but of the bombs and gunshots themselves as they went off around him. He was soon driven insane by this, yet his sire and bestfriend managed to keep him grounded through it, teaching him how to live with the demons that were attached to his soul as well as his increased cravings for blood, which he managed to keep to a minimum.
They formed an unbreakable bond, over those few years, they became inseparable and would often have foursomes which ended up as dinner. They enjoyed each others company, some may even say too much. That was until the man of the house decided he couldn't allow his feelings for his best friend to ruin what relationship he had left with his woman. So the sire, decided to marry his childhood sweet heart, who had just returned to England after a trip to another country, she was his sire. Together they vowed death till part and ran away, leaving Malakai with not only a broken heart and another broken home, but with more resentment than originally.
Over the next one-hundred-and-fifty years, he managed to pick up the pieces, spending his early evenings until early sunrise at the tavern, which they had replaced within fifty years with the name 'bar' which made no sense... or 'pub', he still lived in his sires home, waiting the day he would return to him. Maybe even fall in love with him, as hey had so nearly accomplished before he did what he thought was right all those years ago. Malakai got bored of the same boring scenery, especially as he was left alone with it. So he decided five years ago, to move to America, New Orleans to be exact. Where he found refuge within the Alliance and behaved the best he could.
Malakai will make a great man one day, but right now his sorrows are his destruction, alone time and alcohol is all he requires. Also the thought of his long lost friend, as well as his search for another bond like he had with him.
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