Why make a champion, when you can make the Prince of Thieves?
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: Malek - Title or rank
: The Prince of Thieves. Home region
: Capital Slums.Age
: Malek is a toned and lean young man, who stands at a firm 6 feet sharp. His height is the least noticeable thing about him, as the rest of his appearance certainly calls for attention. His hair is as scarlet as blood, grown long and flowing to curtain his face. His eyes take the same colour hue as his hair, a slightly brighter red emitting from the iris. It is an odd coloration of hair and eyes, yet he never questioned it. His teeth are white, exceptionally so, a trait not common among lower born humans within the capital. He is often dressed in bright golden jewellery, none of it he bought, all of it stolen. He is quite handsome, with a beautiful face and a firm body structure to rival any of the kingdom's warriors and champions.Combat ability and experience
: Malek is the crowned king of dirty fighting, based off of his profession and line of work. He is an experienced martial artist, yet as many masters would tell you, has tainted the combat techniques he's learned by infusing them with dirty and 'Un-honourable' tactics. He is famous for fighting without honour, caring very little or outright disregarding the concept of it. Winning is everything, and victory is not always achieved cleanly or honourably. It rarely is. It is not uncommon for him to aim right at your most sensitive areas, or use cheap and dirty tricks to get the upper hand. All this is not to say his fighting skill alone is weak. He has an unmatched skill with a sword and daggers, his weapons of choice, usually coated in different poisons. His hand to hand combat is formidable, his techniques focusing more on evasion and using the opponents strength against them rather than requiring brute strength. As founder and acting prince of the Thieves Guild, he has experience managing and dictating hundreds of members beneath his command. There is no loyalty among thieves, and as such he has survived too many attempts on his life to count. He is combat ready and possesses acute situational awareness, with the ability to lead from the shadows and achieve long lasting results. Personality
: No one knows Malek's true personality per-say, simply because it is always fluid and ever changing. One could say his personality depends on the person he is talking to, and the situation he finds himself in. If talking to, for example, a princess, Malek is charming and seductive while maintaing a gentlemanly facade. If talking to an enemy or a threat, he is often arrogant and taunting, choosing to play mind-games and using trickery to purposely anger and annoy his opponent. Generally, how you approach him determines his personality towards you, yet one thing is for certain, never trust him with anything. Background and history
: In the very back of his memory, since the very first thought was found in Malek's mind, he had no one. No parent to speak of, no family, no family friends or relatives. The streets of the Capital's slums were his parents, rats and scavengers his family. He was unlike all the other orphans within the capital, since they either had their parents killed or were simply abandoned by them. Malek on the other hand, had no memory of parents to begin with, and had no interest in finding out who they were. From simple research, he concluded early on that whoever gave birth to him left him to the streets at no later than a tender age of two years old. How he survived since then, he concluded was up to strangers' pity and pure instinct. His will to live.
Learning to steal was like learning to walk, a necessity if Malek was to ever make it. The local orphanage and homeless shelters were often occupied or out of food by the time someone as small as him at the time made it to the front of the lines, and as such he had to rely on his own to find food and water. He would make frequent trips to the market place, studying, watching other thieves trick and lie their way into a free meal. He memorized everything he saw, everything, and applied it until he achieved the same results. For a long, long time, he had no name. To anyone who say him or knew him, he was just 'another orphan'. That is until he realized that living day to day, stealing basics and sleeping on the pavement was something he had outgrown, a life he was not willing to continue living. He gave himself a name, Malek, which ironically translates to 'King' in a foreign language he'd heard a travelling merchant speaking. He began searching for people like him, children like him, who knew no parent or were abandoned. People who had to steal to survive, to kill to survive, and recruited them all.
Small groups turned into bigger groups, techniques and skills were shared and subsequently taught by Malek to others who joined his ever growing companionship. With age, came experience, and with experience came grander and harder tasks. Simple thievery turned into much, much more. As such, Malek founded the Thieves Guild at age 17, a haven for the shady and un-clean, a place where all thieves, assassins, and hit-men would gather to look for jobs and contracts, to find common interests and partners, to hone their skills and find a place to practise newly learned techniques taught by the very thieves gathered in the guild. It was a sanctuary for those who were deemed too wicked, too unclean for the capital and its champions. Malek himself had no expected what he started to grow into such an encompassing sanctuary within the slums of the capital, and yet it brought him fortune. Exiled masters of martial arts would teach him how to fight in return for their safety within the guild, swordsmen and assassins would show him how to stab and assassin, poison makers would demonstrate how to craft their potions and venoms.
Yet the most important resident within the thieves guild was an old man, who showed up at Malek's gates looking for a home. The man was a clergyman and a priest, who had abandoned the church after the death of his wife and his subsequent loss of faith. The old man taught Malek the very basics of magic, slight of hand trickery, small flashes of light, useless to many yet priceless for a thief. It was with that, that Malek's teachings were complete, and he could comfortably run the thieves guild as he gained loyal followers and experience.
The next few years were spent establishing the Guild's foothold in the capital. It was like a virus, taking root within the kingdom and spreading its disease. Bribery was rampant, and Malek had many officials and judges under his thumb, taking constant payment to turn a blind eye to the guild's activities. Malek had influence, influence over the city and perhaps some of its politics simply because of how easily it was to corrupt people. The temptation of money, whores, safety from capital punishment, all of these things were easily enough offered and in return, Malek got amnesty. His wanted posters were everywhere, littering the city's walls, yet no one dared report him knowing his money was in the soldier's pockets, and their head would be severed as a result of trying.
The high capital, the people his money could not bribe however, issued him a title and a higher bounty: The Prince of Thieves, Wanted Dead or Alive, the reward being a single wish granted by the emperor, no matter the price. His reputation grew and so did his infamy among the slums, becoming a cult legend within the streets. People claimed he was not human, others claimed he was demon-born, and rumours spread about him. Yet none of it bothered him, Malek was only after one thing from the start: The abolishment of the nobility system, and of course, a seat of power. It was a reckless dream, but he dreamed to take the Emperor's seat, and then...no longer would he have to bribe, no longer would he have to steal and kill to live, no longer would his guild, his family, would have to hide. They would instead, rule.
Luckily, news of the tournament came, the winner having a chance to become Emperor himself and take a princess' hand. Oh what a chance that was. A few forged documents here and a few bribes there, and Malek was 'Prince Abaddon of Gareth, Republic in the East', contesting for the position among the other champions. And hey, if he could steal a few golden necklaces and a few hundred coins in the process, it's better than nothing at all.Strengths
- Leader of a Thieves Guild, thus having many combatants and greedily loyal men beneath his command.
- Basic use of Magic.
- Experienced Hand to Hand combatant and swordsman.
- Influence, bribing and blackmailing several people in authority to turn a blind eye to his actions.
- Infamous: His reputation may cause people to know some of his moves/techniques.
- Wanted: Higher officials who cannot be bribed may want to arrest him, if recognized by them.
- Physicality: While he is leaner and muscular, he is built for agility. Brute strength warriors may damage him if they land a hit.
- No loyalty among thieves: Self-Explanatory. Vulnerable to betrayal.
: Cunning, Witty, Charming, Ruthless, Leader, Charismatic, Greedy.On/Offs
: Same as Player's. (See Signature).[/list]