Malice Philaust

[Malice]

Malice Philaust

Keeper of the 6th
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Race:
Malice Philaust was once of Elven heritage, however in a frantic effort to save his dying race, his father wed a demonic female being giving birth to Malice, making him the first Demon Drow. Thought to be a disgrace to his kind he was bannished from his homeland and sent to die in the wastelands of the outerworlds.

Alignment:
Although he was of orriginal good nature, the tidings of his past and the dwelling anger of his fellow drow, had turned him, driving him insane. He now stands as Chaotic Neutral.

Class:
In his homeland he was to be trained as a Templar Knight, a chain of the king or queens finest guards. After being exiled from his lands he has been appointed keeper and overlord of the 6th level of Hell.

Appearance:
Malice favores Elven blood more than anything, though having dark blue/black wings and a Demonic vibe, he would be more commoly looked at as a human. His hair is long jet black and flairs out every wich way as if the wind had sewn itself into him, for as it may seem, his hair is constantly moving. His skin is a pale tone, darker than an elfs, yet lighter than any humans skin normally would be.

His clothing, though as if part of himself, is not anything ever seen before. The black suit had been made from a silk only found in the underworld, sturdy enough to withstand the most greuling movments and not tearing. Above the suit is a small set of blackend metal fitted with feathers from an ancient breed of pheonix now extinct. The feathers are as soft as silk, and as sturdy as leather and are lighter than air, making it seam as if he was able to float on the very wind itself. His size is large for his heritage. Standing at 5'7" wich is nearly a full foot taller than most drow, he is a fromidable size. Weighing at only 128lbs, his build seams as if there is no fat or pudge to be seen.

Age:
Due to the nature of elven immortality, there age differs from humans. However to be put into human terms, Malice's age is close to 260 years, however in elven terms he is just becoming an adult.

Weapons:
The weapon Malice currently holds has its own legend to tell. It is a Blue Mithril Flamberge and it had been named Keeper of Darkness when it was forged, used to slay hundreds of thousands of angels before the owner had been slain by a traitor of his own kind. The sword fell from the skies, landing in the very town Malice was raised in. The sword was thougth to be a gift from the gods, but instead it brought destruction and grief. Angels came from the heavens to reclaim the sword and destroyed everything in there path to find it, Malice hid the sword and fled his home untill the angels left, when he returned all he found was a golden spear stuck through the heart of his father.

Abilities:
Malice was born with natural abilities to see in the night and his hearing is double that of a normal humans, after all, he is an elf. His ability to see so well in dark areas has earned him the nickname as "Night Eye". Due to his "hybrid" form, he also has the ability of flight.

Powers:
Although not having any evident powers, he has been known to unleash some type of "power" when stuck in corners or surrounded. Nothing more is known about this power at the time.

Accessories:
Carrying only a small blackend leather pouch on his side, a black inverted steel cross and the gold talisman passed down the generations of his family. He travels very light and doesnt like to be encumbered by unusefull items.

Background:
Maliec Philaust was born and raised in a desolate wooded village on the east coast. Born of elven demonic heritage he lived a semi-peacefull life in his city. Learning to fight, sing wonderful melodies, and sing items from the nature around them, Malice had it made. Nothing was out of reach of him, he had the world at his fingertips. He became famous in his village for his academic and physical prowess. His ability to fight with a two handed sword far surpassed anyone else in the village. His tactics and war strategies had shown his King how smart he was and earned him the "Writ of Fate". Given only to the highest ranks of captains and royal advisors. An accomplishment like this ment he would spend the rest of his life as the kings right hand man. However, it did not last long. One day a rustic looking man came into there town, carrying a deep blue sword like no other. He started prophesizing on the destruction of the world, and the end of time, making many villagers frightened. Many villagers began to panic and overtime fled the village in hopes of finding somewhere to hide for when the end if time should arrive. Local traders boarded up there shops, and out of town carravans stopped coming. The once prosperous village he once knew, had become a ghost town in a matter of weeks...all because of this mysterious walker who bore bad news.

The villagers who had stayed had gathered one day and ran the walker out of town, cursing and shouting at his benevolence. Confused and angry at what had surpassed, the mysterious man tore off his old rags and revealed a set of bright white wings as beautiful as anyone could ever see. He wore a pale white suit of armor with golden trimmed edges, giving him an angelic look. He thrust up into the air and cursed down at the villagers, shouting in such a voice it seemed like it was able to shatter mountains. Then he disapeared into the air and vanished.

Some many years later, learning to become a royal guard of the king, learning the ways of knighthood and chivalry, and learning to comprehend foes movments and actions. Malice had finally become an adult. It was common in elven custom to give the eldest child a heirloom on his 230th birthday, signifying the start of a new generation and the continuation of an old one. In this case, Malice's father Leciphite had given him a golden talisman, trimmed in rubies around the chain. The heirloom was kept in very good condition and had been passed on for the last 9 generations of his elven family, wich in human terms would be about five thousand years.

A years had passed after becoming a trainee. Opon entering his village, Malice had noticed the sky was a deep black, nothing he had seen before, storms rolled through the air and rumbleing could be heard from as far as the sea. Lightning had struck the land in many places, including in the center of town. Malice had became curious as to what had become of the town square, where the lightning had stuck, and went to investigate it. Upon examination, he noticed the same deep blue sword the mysterious man had held.

Without hesitation, Malice quickly grabbed the sword before anyone had noticed him reach for it, and returned to his home in a frantic pace. The sword was beautiful, deep dark blue rays shinned on its blade, it was as sharp as any razor or diamond could be. Its hilt held a jet black color to it and was as cold as ice. The blade was made from what appeared to be a type of Mithril, and the hilt made from black onyx. On the tip of the hilt rested a scarlet ruby, its size was only comparable by the size of his thumb. A beautiful, but dangerous weapon indeed.

Few weeks had passed without anymore storms or feirce weather, when while at his duty. A strange sound came from outside the castle. Running to the nearest window, Malice had looked out the window only to see hundreds of angels wrecking everything, destroying buildings, slaying villagers, and throwing golden spears wich ignited into fire, down onto the huts of many families. Afraid of his fathers well being, he left his duty and flew back to his village, sweeping low to the land so not to be caught by the angels. When he made it to his hut, it had been torn apart and left completely trashed. He went into his fathers quarters....to his fear..his father had been slain, a spear stuck into his heart. Malice burst out in agony when something struck him from behind. It was an angel, and he had been stabbed by the angels spear. Dumbstruck malice reached underneath his father to find some sort of weapon... to his surprise he found the sword. He lunged it at the angel and beheaded it instantly. The angel let out a loud scream, capable of rendering any humans ears useless for life. All the other angels heard the scream and immedieatly flew up past the clouds into the heavens.

All of the villagers who had survived the onslaught had gathered in the center of the village. When Malice had walked out into the center, nothing but silence surrounded him. One of the peasants had noticed the blood on his tunic and the sword in his hand. The peasant immediatly shouted to the crowd "It was him, this is all his fault! He has the cursed sword and has slain one of the angels! He has doomed us all!". With that, all the peasants gathered against malice and ran him out of town. Malice had been exiled.

With no where to go and no one to turn to, Malice was on his own. Confused and dumbstruck, he feel on his knees and begged to lucifer to take him away from all this, he was damned by god and damned by his people, he had no where to go but to hell. Lucifer answered his prayers and brought him to the 6th level of hell, where he was appointed overlord and ruler of the realm. All feared him, all courted him. There was no one who would stand up to him. To this day, Malice has ruled over this land, and too this day, he has brought pain and suffering to all who dwelled there, hoping to get revenge on the ones who disowned him and shunned him.

He was determined to get his revenge on heaven....and one day.. he would.

"The angels descended from Heaven only to bring me Hell."
~Malice

[Kurai]

You have passed Judgement Malice Philaust.