Malerith's story begins with bloodshed and sweat. His father was unknown, having been one of the countless men who had raped his mother in the ritual meant to birth a being of destruction such as the world had never seen, a champion of evil that could bring whole nations to their knees. Malerith was born screaming into the world, killing his mother in the process, and was taught from an early age to devote himself to the art of weaponry and magic.
Malerith grew up in the temple dedicated to chaos and bloodshed. Many a man were dropped at his feet, and he was forced to kill one after another with no chance of naysaying his tutors, strange men in deep robes that refused to show their faces. They stripped him of positive emotions there, forcing him to turn dagger, then sword, and finally his falchion upon men weeping for pity and mercy from the half-elf boy with solid eyes belying no emotion whatsoever.
When not at this gruesome act, he spent time learning of sword and sorcery sparring with the men, or Pip, a boy his age. They slowly grew to become close friends, and often joked or rough-housed. Pip was better at the sword than young "Mal", but Malerith outstripped him when it came to the art of magic and its uses. If Mal could end the fight quickly, he often won; however, if Pip could outlast the enchantments the Mal placed upon himself, he found himself easily beating the smaller boy. Upon reaching their teenage years, Malerith continued honing himself to an edge-point until one day the unthinkable happened. It had been a long day, and Malerith had been killing men by the dozens until he reached the last supplicant, a man with a bag over his head. At the sword-stroke, the priests tore the bag from the man's head only to reveal Pip, skewered on Mal's sword-edge.
Strength: Can use both spells and sword-fighting.
Weakness: Relies on buffs, which can be stripped by waiting long enough or through dispelling.
With a cry, Malerith launched himself at the robed figure who laughed and danced back. Time after time Malerith swung his blade and called on his magic, but to no avail. He then used his magic carelessly, flinging spell after useless spell at the robed figures who laughed as they batted away his magic with barely any effort. Finally, his magic spent, Malerith did what he could, launching himself forward with his sword. His blows were parried and flung aside by the thick cudgel the man produced before knocking Malerith unconscious with a few well-placed blows.
Malerith woke up in a dank cell where men had been stored. He gathered himself and crept from it and out into the keep where he had been kept, now absolutely deserted. Vowing to himself that he would wreak his vengeance upon the men who raised him, he left the keep and began his journey. Full of anger and revenge, he destroyed entire villages he passed by, and even managed to flush out a few of the black-cowled men and defeat them. But he always remembered the voice of he who laughed, and it spurred him ever onwards. Unaware, he destroyed the villages who harbored enemies of Volt, gaining the conqueror's attention then, who kept a hidden eye on the man as he continued his rampage.
Strength: Can resist most offensive spells, and has a decent AC despite the fact that he goes around relatively unarmored.
Weakness: Fairly low HP for a fighter-type, damage can bring him down far more easily than a trained swordsman.
It was years later when he finally cornered he who laughed. Mal had grown in power, and his name brought terror into the hearts of the good people of the land, but always he travelled, destroying everything in his path in the name of vengeance and destruction. When confronted by an adversary he could not destroy, he would tap into his abilities and the magical items he had acquired to pass right by them, wait until the opportune moment, and kill them then. He laughed at the mighty heroes, the witches and champions who had been sent against him. In their moment of carelessness they were as defenseless as newborn babes, and he made sure to make short work of all of them.
Finally, after many years of travel he had found traces of he who laughed. He had tirelessly made pursuit the man, and finally caught him upon a cliff's edge. There, their battle ensued, the two fighting against each other back and forth against the rain-streaked clifftop while lightning clashed overhead as though cheering each on. Scores of wounds littered the man's body, while Malerith was relatively unharmed. In a fit of desperation, the man rushed and wrestled with Malerith, who found himself unable to wrench himself free from the man's embrace. Rolling on the cliff, Malerith found himself flagging, and with an act of desperation threw both of them off the cliff.
The man had been wounded, and landed broken with Malerith atop him at the base of the cliff while waves lapped at their clothes. With a chuckle, the man died, but not before finally intoning his success. "Now, you are complete," he laughed, cackling as though he had reached the greatest joy possible, and then passed from the world. As he died, his body collapsed in on itself, destroying the area for miles in every direction, and eliminating some key villages who had been resisting Volt's Kingdom for some time. When the destruction had passed, only Malerith remained, unconscious, to be found by Volt's soldiers and brought back to have an offer made.
Strength: Can transform himself into a monstrous form, sometimes with more than the usual pair of arms.
Weakness: Malerith isn't very good at close fighting, and can be neutralized without too great of a problem by being grappled.