Malik Grimsley Nov 26, 2017 12:40:28 GMT -8
Post by Malik Grimsley on Nov 26, 2017 12:40:28 GMT -8
Razor’s Kiss. A set of butterfly knives with a straight edge until the tips which take a single 150-degree bend to the backs of the blades. The edges are sharpened to an extreme level, able to even out-shave a razor at times. Blades so sharp that the weight of a single strand of hair falling on it would cut it in two… these are the blades Malik carries with him, concealed in arm-sheaths. These two blades are what Malik likes to use when being serious… otherwise, he prefers to use just about anything else to end a conflict violently.
Boot Blades. A set of spring-loaded blades stowed inside the toes of his boots. When weight is suddenly placed on the heels of his shoes at a certain angle these blades suddenly shoot out of the toes of his footwear. The blades are sturdy and are even capable of assisting in climbing, but fare better against softer, fleshier targets. Malik uses these either when the fullest extent of his ambidexterity is needed, or even to get in a sudden surprise attack.
Malik’s body is lean and slightly toned; built for speed for speed. His hair is short and barely reaches the nape of his neck, but is roughly finger length in some places. He just lets it fall as it wills and only minimally grooms it. His face is stern but lax, dropping in a nearly perpetual expression of boredom and listlessness. His eyes are a vibrant yellow, sharp and nearly glowing with their intensity. They’re shaped in a perfect, natural glare, even when he doesn’t intend on it. His clothes are made of a sturdy material for the sake of utility. He enjoys wearing buttoned shirts and slacks, preferring the formal look over anything else. His clothes are always impeccably clean lest he finds himself entrenched in a bloody situation; he’s especially picky about this. While he wears the uniform while attending classes he doesn’t wear it quite proper. He instead wears the uniform jacket draped over his shoulders, not even bothering to put it on all the way. Whenever not attending classes he goes without any part of the uniform and wears business-casual clothes instead. Before current day he had waist-length black hair that hung freely, pale skin, and crimson eyes.
After coming to the mortal realm he decided to tone his appearance down, cutting his hair to the Japanese norm, though not without his own preferred style for his own vanity. Through natural ability, he also turned his eyes a striking yellow, much like glimmering gold (one of his favorite colors and treasure-types). His pale skin darkened a few hues to a fair tone, mostly due to his introduction to the bright and searing sun of the mortal world.
It’s rumored that Malik despises others, but that isn’t necessarily true. He simply hates the fake polite fluff that makes most interactions enjoyable. Rather than indulge society, he speaks his mind bluntly, and usually in few words. Because of this, he’s picky about the company he keeps, preferring isolation mostly, save for those he’s willing to tolerate or admires for unique talents, skills, or subservience. He’s plainly arrogant but doesn’t showcase it or use it to specifically put people down. He still treats most others with some degree of respect, although how much changes as he gets to know them better, for the better or worse. However, his cruelty is ever-present, no matter how much respect he has for you. He’s cold, calculating, and ultimately concerned about number one. He’s selfish, and thus an opportunist. He doesn’t think twice about screwing someone over if it benefits him. He refuses to believe that he can’t have both his cake and eat it, too…even if it’s someone else’s cake.
STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES
Malik has a lean and fast body but also has a mind that works just as fast. His hands work in tandem, capable of precision in an equal manner, ambidextrous. His footfalls are as quiet as a single leaf falling upon the ground as he uses careful steps and even breaths. He is capable of keeping a clear mind enough to keep an eye on any given situation and is able to react to most things that come his way. His eyes are sharp, not just in shape but in his ability to perceive even the tiniest details. Even if his eyes seem still, he’s always taking in new information and processing it like a computer, retaining many thoughts and mental images like a massive database.
Malik being so precise leaves a lot to be desired in his personality, and his own ability to work with others. Due to his perceptive prowess, and quick body he tends to perceive himself superior to others in both terms of genetics as well as skill. With such self-perceptions comes a large amount of arrogance and a cocky thinking pattern. He believes himself the most superior being of the realm, if not in direct power in terms of potential. He tends to act more recklessly than needed in some circumstances due to his belief that nothing is out of his grasp.
He hates the predictable, and finds it uninteresting… this is in large due to having more or less analyzed various personality traits, abilities, and beliefs to great effect and has found his findings… less than favorable. People are boring when they act within the boundaries of the parameters set forth by their traits, and as such he tends to act rather coldly due to his innate boredom and disdain. He’d prefer to push away those he finds boring, and only ever displays trace amounts of something other than coldness towards those whom he finds unique to their traits and stats.
He is the God who stands before the masses, capable of judging them for their deeds and actions. Judging everybody who he sets eyes upon, and as such being a judge stands above all else. He doesn’t do well with authority and tends to disobey in preference to his own desired actions lest it leads to highly unfavorable circumstances… though it doesn’t mean he’d be unwilling to undermine their authority to manipulate the fates to his favor in the end.
Above all else, he is a man who manipulates, hates, judges, and thinks… but it’s in the face of certain cute things that his own patterns begin to break down…
Mazoku are the purebloods of demons. They typically only sire offspring for the sake of gaining powerful servants that match their own ability-types, choosing to meld them in their images and only letting them live as long as they remain a pawn. Malik was born for that exact reason. He was meant to be especially obedient, brainwashed since birth to obey the will of his father, Overlord Ankiel Grimsley.
Malik exceeded all expectations as a "son" to Ankiel. He was the perfect soldier. Obedient, capable of following any order, and clever enough to ensure any and all plans were executed despite any unforeseen circumstances. Truth be told, he was less of even a soldier within his power, but more like a slave. For years he was taught to be able to "see into the souls" of those around him. Trained to be perceptive and understanding of personalities and traits of people, learning what made them act the way they did. By the age of six, he was able to understand his station and reason for living. It wasn’t satisfying but disliked the idea of being terminated. By the age of seven, he’d taken up a hobby in analyzing those around him to understand their actions. It quickly grew boring as each one of them was motivated by power, greed, lust, or some other sin. They were predictable.
His hobby soon became second nature, as he wasn’t allowed to show or express his own thoughts, let alone to display any sort of ambition. It was worse than treason. He was potentially the biggest threat to his father’s reign, especially since it had gone around not long ago that recently one of the other Overlords had been killed by its impure son. He was put on an even shorter leash and was forced to stay by his father’s side to act as a personal bodyguard. Life only got worse from that point on. His permission to speak was slowly taken away as his input was unneeded. His father dealt with all issues coming before him personally. Malik was a body, not even a face. He wasn't even allowed the privilege to bathe and groom after he started to mature. He was grimy, unkempt, and shaggy-looking as to deter anybody’s eyes falling upon him while in Ankiel’s presence. This was life, the life of an unloved tool.
This would have continued if not for the actions of the young Overlord Pangizor. The young Overlord struck Ankiel down and took control of his territories. Malik was privileged enough to watch the action happen, and for once he acted on his own. He stood to the side and allowed it to happen. He actively let Pangizor strike his old man down, and his expression was perhaps one of the most interesting things he’d ever seen. Pangizor noticed him staring at the unmoving body of his father, and took in enough interest to allow him to speak. It was the start of a new life from there on out. Pangizor took Malik in, a willing Mazoku subordinate. The Overlord even helped him discover a passion he’d never known before. While observant to how people acted normally, he showed him to the joy of influencing those actions directly. Sadism. He would grow to love the look of fear, terror, and attempts at cleverness at the hands of his future victims. How they would change so drastically when faced with the threat of death. It was splendid.
Malik was revitalized. He was free. He loved nothing more than the contrast of crimson fluids dripping down his pale flesh, or even the memories of his victims when cleaning his waist-long hair of the viscera. He was allowed to think, feel, and grow. Above all, he was allowed to have his own ambitions. He would grow in strength so he could experience even more death and destruction at his hands and strike fear into the hearts of many. Just like Pangizor himself. He aspired to have that kind of life.
Though through the years he grew rather distracted by the Overlord’s sister. Isis. Despite what he’d learn of her in the days to come, he was unable to stop pondering about her. Everything he knew about how certain traits dictated how a person acted seemed to be null and void when it came to her. She always seemed to act the opposite of how he predicted she would. He could tell how disturbed she was to work with Pangizor, his actions, and with his goals, but all in all, she collaborated fully without hesitation or fear. He had to put in the effort to focus his gaze elsewhere to avoid Pangizor’s wrath as he seemed to covet his sister. It didn’t bother him much. He knew where Pangizor stood, and that was the top. He was capable of following the rules.
Standing in Pangizor’s shadow allowed Malik the freedom to slay those who stood against him, freedom to terrorize his victims, and freedom to kill whoever he pleased. Though, life took an unexpected turn when he met a Mazoku who didn’t seem to serve anyone. His existence itself defied all understanding, and he couldn’t quite follow this new person’s beliefs and actions. His name was Cain. He was interesting enough to cause him to begin taking a strong interest in analyzing people again, though in a new light. He felt a strong desire to find those who were different from the rest, who defied the logic of their own brains. He wanted these unique individuals to know him, and he wanted to understand them. He wanted to surround himself with these unique individuals, as they seemed to help with the boredom on a more sustainable level.
Malik befriended Cain, and despite the fact that he didn't serve Pangizor, he was still able to make frequent contact with him. He began to see the merits of friends and even potentially other people around himself. For the first time, he could feel what it was like to have ambitions, desires, and a goal. He would build up his own group become Overlord, in result taking Pangizor’s seat of power. He would do whatever he could in order to surround himself with competent, interesting people…and perhaps that Isis girl, once Pangizor was removed from the picture. With that desire in mind, he continued to cut a swath through the Makai for Pangizor’s sake until the day came that he, nay, the entirety of Pangizor’s forces were needed in the mortal realm. War erupted. He fought well in the battle but was eventually pushed back into the Makai along with the rest of the remaining forces. Afterwards, it was discovered that the mortal world was sealed off from them.
Afterwards, it was further discovered that Isis had gone missing during the conflict, and was likely still in the mortal world. She was away from Pangizor’s eye, accompanied by a Fallen. This pushed Pangizor to find a way to breach the mortal’s barrier to allow one or two entities to pass through; a brief one-way ticket to the mortal world. Malik volunteered. He was more than happy to take the mission. Enter through a temporary rift, retrieve Isis, and then find a way back. He asked Cain to accompany him and they left.
Upon arrival, the duo found that information regarding Isis was scarce. It was, however, found that the mortal factions would have interest in her due to one of her abilities. Before too long, it became quite necessary for them to blend into the world. Their search was beginning to draw unwanted attention, so he enrolled at Seito Institute and Cain went underground. He would take advantage of this opportunity to enrich and grow his own ability under the talented faculty's mentorship. It was a rare chance to learn so much about safety without needing to sell your soul for it.
Given what Malik knew of Isis, what she looked like, what she sounded like, and what she was capable of, he was sure she was being hidden and disguised on campus. Given how quickly scouts for the school came upon him, there was a 60% chance she was taken in and hidden by Seito. In the time to come, he’d try to comb through each student individually and try to find some sort of clue to who she was disguised as and/or where she was hiding. He would do everything in his power to find her. The missions became personal at some point without him realizing. He justified it by rationalizing she was one of the interesting people he’d met, just like Cain. He wanted to know more. He had to know more.
ONGOING MAJORS & MINORS
Ongoing Major: Umbramancy
Ongoing Minor: World History
[attr="class","fall"]Levi Ackerman (Attack on Titan)
Max Changmin (TVXQ)
Animal: Demon Cat
Likes: Cleanliness, soft things, laps, dairy products, small rodents, gossip, soap operas, sudoku, word cross, radio, music, television, drama, romance, suspense, and misfortune.
Pet-Peeves: When the radio or television are on mute, how the key sounds when it enters a lock, the smell of beef, strings, cat toys, squeaky toys, when the drama is solved quickly and easily, bad plots, chipper couples, and computers (no fingers to type).
Favorite Toy: Remote Control, as she can both change volume and channel on it.
Favorite food: Mice. Delicious, fresh mice.
Tricks: Able to change the channel of TV as well as adjust volume, following specific directions, and able to balance like a boss. Also quite capable of pouncing on a mouse from over three meters away.
Moderate. Jynx tends to laze about often, but occasionally gets the yearnings for adventure. She simply enjoys laying on soft surfaces and listening to the conversations of others. When there are none or there's a blaring amount of silence she tends to get bored. She's the reason Malik owns a television, as when bored she tends to be rather destructive.
High. Jynx is incredibly intelligent as she is a demon, though small she's none the less incredibly intelligent. She simply lacks the proper anatomy to be able to speak her mind to non-animals verbally and instead opts to speak with body language. Usually, in the same ways, her dormant form would, so much like a cat. She's capable of following complex instructions, reading, and understanding various languages. She's NOT capable of writing, drawing, and speech. Despite her intelligence, or perhaps because of it, she's easy to distract with chit-chat, books, tv, radio, music, puzzles, small animals, and other such similar things.
Low Moderate to Very High. Jynx loves the sensation of warmth and a good petting, though she dislikes it at the hands of the inexperienced or unskilled. Instead, she prefers to direct her friendliness towards those who are more willing to give love than those who aren't. It just takes some warming up to before she gives you her fullest stamp of approval.
Low. Jynx doesn't like to "play." She enjoys hunting for small critters but finds stimulation through fake rodents, fuzzies attached to sticks, and strings to be too far below her. For the people attempting to tempt her into playing with such things she even finds it insulting, though her own baser instincts still can find them enjoyable. It takes the right kind of person to get her in a playful mood.
Curious and Calm. She's nosy and likes to stick her snout into anybody and everybody's business. Her happiest times can be when she's laying in a comfortable place and able to listen to the stories people tell each other. The mortal world has been quite fruitful in these desires, even more so when it comes to the campus of the school. She enjoyed learning and discovering new things, but dislikes putting too much energy into her pursuits lest it yields potential fruits.
Malik came across Jynx in the short few years ago while Malik was poking around the ruins. She was heavily injured and on the brink of death, but the thing that interested Malik was the fact that she refused to let that stop her from attacking him out of recreation rather than find a means of survival. He could see that she wasn’t starving, and the blood trails led him to believe that she had come from quite a distance away so he wasn’t necessarily in her territory. She was simply refusing to let imminent death and severe pain stop her hunt.
She was surprisingly vicious despite her state and in the ensuing fight, she had even removed one of his arms, though the outcome was in Malik’s favor. Jynx was too far gone to fight anymore and eventually surrendered outright to death at Malik’s hand. Malik gave her an alternative option, however.
His instructor had taught him that despite how different the nature, source, and reason for a shadow to appear that they all share a bond in the darkness. The darkness is feared for a reason. It is a primal power that feeds onto itself and on others, but the same can be said about it being able to create bonds. Bonds of darkness are rarely shared due to how entwined a shadow can grow, as at any time a being of darkness can suddenly try to overtake its lesser half and assimilate it into themselves.
Malik had scoffed at such a teaching before, but what he saw before him was another being of shadow on the brink of death. Instead of letting her die, he offered her to allow her to feed on his severed arm and become connected to him as a form of elongating her life. Her defiance and attitude interested him and he didn’t want to see that leave anytime soon.
Apart from that, it would help him keep on his toes having a familiar who could attempt to overtake him. It would be just like the underlying of an Overlord. Helpful, subservient, and obedient… but with potentially sinister intentions of treachery just behind their eyes.
Jynx was stubborn, but eventually conceded to Malik’s git and became a part of his shadow.
Their shadows fused together as one, but Malik allowed her to wander from is shade for the sake of her own independence and his convenience. The only stipulation was that she was to come and aide him whenever he called for her.
Due to her near death and the minimal power, Malik gives her from himself each day she had adjusted into a smaller form to compensate for the lack of umbral energy. Rather than her normally proud size of being an umbral panther, she tends to spend most of her days in the shape and size of a house cat. She is fed a mixture of meat and dairy products to keep her strong aside from the small bit of umbral energy Malik gifts her each morning.
All in all, she enjoys this new life. It is easy and sometimes fun. Much easier than living on the fringes of society in the ruins, or even on the fringes of civilization in the Makai. Less danger, but all the fun.
She has since grown lazy, but she still has the heart of a predator… just waiting to pounce on her next prey.