Malachi Zsoldos (Alphonse' Alt)
Jul 12, 2009 0:14:33 GMT -6
Post by Malachi on Jul 12, 2009 0:14:33 GMT -6
Name: Malachi Zsoldos
Class: Knight ⇒ General
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Age: 51
Appearance: Malachi is quite muscular with a medium build and looks far younger then he actually is. He has longish, straight brown hair. He has a scar that goes across both of his wrists. He weighs about 210 lbs. and is 6 foot 5 inches tall. His armor, including his cape, is kept fairly clean, with his armor not really showing dirt and the bottom of his cape being slightly dirty.
Clothes: Malachi has large, dark blue armor with gold trim and has nearly no scratches on it. He also has a white/cream colored cape that reaches almost all the way down to the ground.
Born in: Central Ilia.
Story: Malachi was born in December in a small Illian village. His mother died in childbirth, so he was left with only his father, for he had no other brothers or sisters. Malachi by the age of 7 was gaining interest in his fathers work as a mercenary, but he kept pushing his son away, saying his was worried about him. His father didn’t want to loose his only son, but he couldn’t keep pushing away Malachi and he eventually gave in. He started to show his son how to use swords and other such weapons.
By the age of 16, Malachi had become a full-fledged mercenary and then some. He was reluctant to leave home, for he had grown quite attached to his father; he was his only true friend. He knew he had to leave for his own sake, and so he gave his final farewells to his father. “Someday father, I will return,” he said holding his hand in a handshake,” you will see how will have become a man…” His father smiled and let go of his hand. Malachi walked away, never looking back. That was the last time he would ever see his father. He headed west, towards Etruria, hoping to find some work there.
At the age 22 Malachi had become quite successful in Etruria, though not necessarily a wealthy man, he was better off than most. On his way off to a job, he spotted a cleric just ahead of him on the road. She was the most beautiful woman he had seen, and he instantly fell in love with her. When the cleric passed him she gave him a smile. He stopped, thinking of what to do: Should he follow her? Should he talk to here? Or should he just keep moving… Malachi turned around and ran back towards the cleric, stopping right beside her and introducing himself. Just over 1 year later, both got married, and the cleric was pregnant with two children. Malachi had set aside being a mercenary, and now wanted to settle down with his wife and raise his children.
Malachi was overjoyed to have a boy, someone to follow in his footsteps as a mercenary. Malachi taught his new son, which he named Alphonse, the way of the mercenary, but Alphonse didn’t seem like he was all that interested. Slowly Alphonse became a mercenary, but he never seemed motivated, not as motivated as he was when he was a boy at least…
15 years had passed since his children were born, he was now 39 years of age, but was still strong and young looking. During a stormy night, while Malachi and his wife were sleeping, there was a large bang inside the house. It shook violently and caught fire. Malachi was thrown from his bed and outside the room. He wiped the dirt, dust and ash on his face to see his house all around him on fire. He tried to run back into his room but it collapsed in front of him, with part of the ceiling and roof landing on his legs. He forced the timber up with brute strength and crawled out. Malachi took one last look into what used to be his room, got back up, and headed towards his kids room. He ran into the room, looking for his son and daughter; they were nowhere to be found. The rest of the house started to collapse behind Malachi. He ran through the heavily burned wall and fell onto the cold ground as his house fell to the ground behind him. Malachi looked up from the ground and saw a body on the ground. He forced himself up and ran to it. He kneeled down next to it; it was his daughter, Trisha. He picked her up and walked away from the burning house, tears running down his face.
About one year later, Malachi and his daughter were living in a house deep in Ilia, the same house the Malachi had grown up in. When Malachi returned to Ilia he found out that his father had been killed during a mission in eastern Ilia. He and Trisha didn’t get along okay at all, especially since she revealed that Alphonse was teaching her how to be a mercenary, and she was teaching Alphonse how to be a priest. They often fought, ending with Trisha stormy out the door and returning in the middle of the night. One morning Trisha and Malachi had a large argument, with Trisha hitting (not slapping, full fisted hitting) Malachi and leaving the house. That night she never returned. When Malachi got up in the morning she still wasn’t there, he was starting to get worried. He went from house to house, asking about his daughter, nobody knew where she was. Months passed, soon a year, she was nowhere to be found. Malachi assumed that she must have died while out in the cold of night. He had lost everyone that he had cared about, he needed to get of the country, start a new life. Malachi traveled south, to Ostia to become a knight so he could some peace within his life
With a decade of training, Malachi had become a high-ranking knight, just below the royal guard. He tried to push the past out of his thoughts, but he knew that he never would be able to. With so many things that have happened in the world, and what’s happening in the world today, Malachi is eager to explore the world, especially now that his thoughts of the past are starting to come back to him. Now he plans on going to Delfia, to join the ranks of this leader he has heard so much about, maybe get deep and see what exactly he’s up to.
(Zsoldos is pronounced the way it looks, the "zs" is pronounced like the "s" in "vision.")
Class: Knight ⇒ General
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Age: 51
Appearance: Malachi is quite muscular with a medium build and looks far younger then he actually is. He has longish, straight brown hair. He has a scar that goes across both of his wrists. He weighs about 210 lbs. and is 6 foot 5 inches tall. His armor, including his cape, is kept fairly clean, with his armor not really showing dirt and the bottom of his cape being slightly dirty.
Clothes: Malachi has large, dark blue armor with gold trim and has nearly no scratches on it. He also has a white/cream colored cape that reaches almost all the way down to the ground.
Born in: Central Ilia.
Story: Malachi was born in December in a small Illian village. His mother died in childbirth, so he was left with only his father, for he had no other brothers or sisters. Malachi by the age of 7 was gaining interest in his fathers work as a mercenary, but he kept pushing his son away, saying his was worried about him. His father didn’t want to loose his only son, but he couldn’t keep pushing away Malachi and he eventually gave in. He started to show his son how to use swords and other such weapons.
By the age of 16, Malachi had become a full-fledged mercenary and then some. He was reluctant to leave home, for he had grown quite attached to his father; he was his only true friend. He knew he had to leave for his own sake, and so he gave his final farewells to his father. “Someday father, I will return,” he said holding his hand in a handshake,” you will see how will have become a man…” His father smiled and let go of his hand. Malachi walked away, never looking back. That was the last time he would ever see his father. He headed west, towards Etruria, hoping to find some work there.
At the age 22 Malachi had become quite successful in Etruria, though not necessarily a wealthy man, he was better off than most. On his way off to a job, he spotted a cleric just ahead of him on the road. She was the most beautiful woman he had seen, and he instantly fell in love with her. When the cleric passed him she gave him a smile. He stopped, thinking of what to do: Should he follow her? Should he talk to here? Or should he just keep moving… Malachi turned around and ran back towards the cleric, stopping right beside her and introducing himself. Just over 1 year later, both got married, and the cleric was pregnant with two children. Malachi had set aside being a mercenary, and now wanted to settle down with his wife and raise his children.
Malachi was overjoyed to have a boy, someone to follow in his footsteps as a mercenary. Malachi taught his new son, which he named Alphonse, the way of the mercenary, but Alphonse didn’t seem like he was all that interested. Slowly Alphonse became a mercenary, but he never seemed motivated, not as motivated as he was when he was a boy at least…
15 years had passed since his children were born, he was now 39 years of age, but was still strong and young looking. During a stormy night, while Malachi and his wife were sleeping, there was a large bang inside the house. It shook violently and caught fire. Malachi was thrown from his bed and outside the room. He wiped the dirt, dust and ash on his face to see his house all around him on fire. He tried to run back into his room but it collapsed in front of him, with part of the ceiling and roof landing on his legs. He forced the timber up with brute strength and crawled out. Malachi took one last look into what used to be his room, got back up, and headed towards his kids room. He ran into the room, looking for his son and daughter; they were nowhere to be found. The rest of the house started to collapse behind Malachi. He ran through the heavily burned wall and fell onto the cold ground as his house fell to the ground behind him. Malachi looked up from the ground and saw a body on the ground. He forced himself up and ran to it. He kneeled down next to it; it was his daughter, Trisha. He picked her up and walked away from the burning house, tears running down his face.
About one year later, Malachi and his daughter were living in a house deep in Ilia, the same house the Malachi had grown up in. When Malachi returned to Ilia he found out that his father had been killed during a mission in eastern Ilia. He and Trisha didn’t get along okay at all, especially since she revealed that Alphonse was teaching her how to be a mercenary, and she was teaching Alphonse how to be a priest. They often fought, ending with Trisha stormy out the door and returning in the middle of the night. One morning Trisha and Malachi had a large argument, with Trisha hitting (not slapping, full fisted hitting) Malachi and leaving the house. That night she never returned. When Malachi got up in the morning she still wasn’t there, he was starting to get worried. He went from house to house, asking about his daughter, nobody knew where she was. Months passed, soon a year, she was nowhere to be found. Malachi assumed that she must have died while out in the cold of night. He had lost everyone that he had cared about, he needed to get of the country, start a new life. Malachi traveled south, to Ostia to become a knight so he could some peace within his life
With a decade of training, Malachi had become a high-ranking knight, just below the royal guard. He tried to push the past out of his thoughts, but he knew that he never would be able to. With so many things that have happened in the world, and what’s happening in the world today, Malachi is eager to explore the world, especially now that his thoughts of the past are starting to come back to him. Now he plans on going to Delfia, to join the ranks of this leader he has heard so much about, maybe get deep and see what exactly he’s up to.
(Zsoldos is pronounced the way it looks, the "zs" is pronounced like the "s" in "vision.")