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Malak Zander Giegue
He remembers vague things. He remembers being an infant; wrapped up tightly in a tattered wool blanket, shielded only slightly by the constant freezing wind that slammed up against the sheltering that they were to call their home. His mother, clasping him as tightly as she could although stricken with an illness, smiled weakly at him. He, in return, stared at her; her ebautiful eyes, that he inhereted, and in their reflection, he could see his brother, Zander Giegue; standing at an older age than he, with a dagger clasped in his hand, staring angrily out in the distance. He remembers his mother whispering foreign words to him, kissing his young cheek, and then drifting into the land of forever bliss.
Zander took him to a Kingdom to be raised, as he did not have the patience, knowledge, or love to take care of his younger brother. He grew up with but a name, and with no true family. His makeshift family were kind, but too gentle for his born rough taste. Upon reaching the age of 10 years, he ran away, taking with him only a small sack of gold. The made no effort to find him, as they agreed with the rest of the village when it was said Malak was a very, very odd child.
He remember training with a man by the name of Grayan. Built like an ox, with white hair covering his face and head. He always had a smirk on his face, and as role models do, influenced Malak to have the same, later on in life. Malak grew older; every day learning the ways of the blade. On his seventeenth birthday, he watched as Grayan was buried, after a war. A war he only vaguely remembers, as well. He's blocked all those memories out .. especially the one of Grayan's body being surrounded by enemies, in an ambush, there only for him.
Life, he remembers, moves in flashes, then afterwards. He began travelling on his own; improving the skills taught to him by Grayan. He slowly began to get a name for himself about the land. The Zormites, under the ex rule of King Hiryuu, knew him as the only human that could make Hiryuu smile. The Dustarians, under the ex reign of Asuka, knew him as a wandering Swordsman, who often talked to Asuka, and would then mysteriously leave again. His alignment stayed neutral, and he enjoyed the pleasures of walking long distances to accomplish a task, whether for free or for a sum of money.
He remembers being asked to join the ranks of the Dustari. He did, after much thought. He then remembers, soon after, being asked to be the adopted sbrother of the Dustari King, Kamuii Nightrose. Taken aback, he was indeed; but still he accepted. As Prince, he found himself bored and restless. It was not long before he took off his crown and robes, put back on his armour, and wandered again.
He has secrets and memories that he shares only with himself. His brother, although he sees him rarely, has stayed the same man he remembers him to be, every time he saw him. And Malak, quite similar to his brother, remains the same quiet and somewhat emotionless warrior he has always been.
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I really hate this story.. my one for Val was a lot better. Oh well. |