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P L A Y E R;
NAME: Bix
AGE: 24
PLAYER JOURNAL: bixasaurus
TIMEZONE: Arizona
CONTACT: plurk @corbix
OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED: n/a
C H A R A C T E R;
NAME: Malik Al-Sayf
CANON: Assassin's Creed
POINT IN CANON: 1195, after Darim's birth
AGE: ~30
APPEARANCE: Official concept art and a render from the gameplease ignore his weird potato head
Malik is on the high end of average height (between 5'8 and 5'10) and obvious middle eastern descent. The biggest identifying factor is his missing arm, it having been amputated after the fiasco of Solomon's Temple and the scarring beneath his clothes on the shoulder is bad. He keeps his hair short and neat though tends to have perpetual stubble about his face. He is still in excellent shape, with lean muscle and he has a few random scars from training and missions.
His wardrobe is…basic compared to more modern tastes, 12th century fashion wasn't exactly all that exciting especially not for Assassins. It consists of his long hooded white robes, red sash and wide leather belt over which he wears the black djellaba with white embroidery of his rank as Dai.
CANON HISTORY: Wiki link!
CANON PERSONALITY: To say that Malik is prickly and stubborn is both an understatement and a vast generalization. He is a man of sharp words and solid convictions who is unafraid to voice either of them to those around him. He is first and foremost an Assassin, living by the tenants of the Creed and remaining loyal to the Order even after betrayal by both his comrades and leader.
Malik's adherence to the Creed governs his actions and beliefs more than any other ideal. The first tenant is to not harm the innocent, and while he may turn his words against someone who has raised his ire he is not likely to raise a fist or blade unless they have done harm to him or those he sees as under his protection. The second tenant of staying hidden in plain sight is perhaps one of the looser ones to interpret, though no less important. The Assassin Brotherhood acts in secrecy, far more under Altaïr's leadership than previous leaders. Malik keeps his personal life and secrets close to his chest, often sidestepping questions or outright ignoring them if he does not see the questioner as needing to know. He's more than willing to keep his head down and blend with the crowd while keeping his eyes and ears open for every bit of information and opportunity that presents itself. The third tenant has been the one that is both hardest and easiest for Malik to uphold himself, to never bring either direct or indirect harm to any of those of the Brotherhood. He may be harsh and dour towards his Brothers, even seemingly uncaring but his loyalty has and always will be unshakeable even if his trust is not always easy to win.
Towards those of the Brotherhood, Malik is more than willing to be teacher and guide in all he knows; should it be combat skills or advice in how to act in a situation. It is a part of his role as the second in command of the Order. He is, after all, still a skilled fighter despite his missing arm as well as a competent leader and knowledgeable information dealer. He cares deeply for those he keeps under his protection, and seeks to better them in any way he can. The Assassins are his family and while he may not like all of them he will never betray their secrets even if it means his own death.
He knows full well that people likely see him as less of a threat with a missing arm and that is their mistake to make, and one he will take full advantage of. He also knows that if he had been a part of any other organization than the Assassins he would have likely ended up starving on the streets after it's loss, there is only so much a one armed man can do even if he can still do more than most. He would rather people think him angry and unyielding than in need of help or pity, in fact nothing slashes at his pride more than unwanted 'help' being handed to him. If he wanted help he would ask for it.
Malik's harshness and quick temper is an easy thing to not see beyond, he is quick with sharp words (the only thing quicker than a blade in his hand really) and is more often than not disparaging and sarcastic towards others. He wears his anger and frustrations with others as easily as his robes, and has no qualms about voicing them at length. He is not some quiet old man and his praise is something earned and not always easily given out or recognized as such if his words are all someone pays attention to. He holds on to his resentments tightly, bearing grudges and judgements of others until evidence proves a change in them needed.
Malik is not unkind however, or without forgiveness. He is more a man who displays his affections through action than word, quiet things like a meal already made or a door left unlocked in welcome. He is good at listening and giving wise advice to the problems voiced to him. He is also not uneducated, being able to both speak, read and write more than his native language as well as being an exactingly accurate mapmaker for the Order and competent strategist. He does not change his opinions based on mere words or rumors but on actions and solid proof, it took Altair changing who he was on a more fundamental level to earn Malik's forgiveness and the evidence of the templars themselves to have him willing to act against Al Mualim's treachery.
He is not without his own fears and demons either, he fears the day he will be useless and the loss of his brother Kadar has made him an even harder stickler for the rules of the order even if the years between have mellowed that pain somewhat. Malik is, however a man who has risen to his feet after loss and injury that would have killed another man and kept on through sheer willpower to become one of the few to stand beside Altair as an equal.
POINT OF DEPARTURE: n/a
ABILITIES: Malik's abilities are all learned through a lifetime of training them:
Combat: Despite the loss of his arm, Malik is still a formidable fighter both with and without a weapon in hand. He is known to be a master swordsman and is highly competent in physical confrontations. He is also trained to use the signature Hidden Blade of the Assassins as well as throwing knives (with remarkable aim).
Free running/Climbing: It's reasonable to assume that while he isn't as good as he used to be, Malik is still able to scale buildings to a degree and leap across rooftops. He can't scale large vertical gaps anymore but with ledges wide enough to keep balance on he can still manage well enough to keep up.
Blending: Knowing how to read and become an ignored part of a group or crowd gives Malik a degree of anonymity in public places.
INVENTORY; - Levantine Assassin Robes (Dai variant with black outer robe)
- hidden blade (improve finger saving design)
- one set (15) of throwing knives
ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW? On jaunts where he has his arm restored, the left ring finger will still be missing.
S A M P L E S;
ACTIONSPAM SAMPLE: From the 4th Wall/Test drive
PROSE SAMPLE: The second thing to do in a new city that was nothing like home, after putting on clothing that didn't mark him as an outsider at a glance, was to get his bearings for the layout of the entirety of it. While Malik had been given a map, one he'd found competently accurate to get him from point A to point B it wasn't as accurate as one he'd make himself. He'd have to make one, if only for something to occupy himself with that didn't threaten a well of panicked nausea over how horrifically different everything was.
He knew what the shock of a different land could do to someone and he refused to allow himself to fall in to the threat of hopelessness. He was an Assassin, a Dai who had gone from Master to Rafiq of the entire mass of Jerusalem to the second in command of their entire order, to remain ignorant of this place's culture and people because it was strange and intimidating was beneath the standards of who he was.
So it was that Malik set out to walk the streets, hand tucked in to a pocket and head slightly down as he'd noted enough of those walking doing. His gaze remained wary though, picking out buildings he could climb and high points he would need to get to to see the streets from above in order to get the lay of them as well as the groups that chatted as they walked. His ears picked out gossip, inane as most of it was it added to the flavor of the city and helped in building an assessment of the way things were; happy people complained loudly about petty things in their lives, tense masses whispered about the bigger things.
He would prepare for whatever members of the Order would arrive, or he decided to begin training should he feel it necessary. Being the only Assassin in a city was a dangerous thing to be, and he'd have to make allies or it would be even more so.
He turned down an alley, hand slipping out of his pocket as he quickened his pace. He took a few leaps, from crate to a dumpster to grab the second lowest rung of a fire escape ladder and haul himself up to scale it. He wanted to watch the market a few blocks ahead from above for a time and the closer buildings weren't ones he'd be able to climb easily.
Hopefully there wasn't anyone already on the roof, he didn't fancy showing off his willingness to leap across to the next building.
NAME: Bix
AGE: 24
PLAYER JOURNAL: bixasaurus
TIMEZONE: Arizona
CONTACT: plurk @corbix
OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED: n/a
C H A R A C T E R;
NAME: Malik Al-Sayf
CANON: Assassin's Creed
POINT IN CANON: 1195, after Darim's birth
AGE: ~30
APPEARANCE: Official concept art and a render from the game
Malik is on the high end of average height (between 5'8 and 5'10) and obvious middle eastern descent. The biggest identifying factor is his missing arm, it having been amputated after the fiasco of Solomon's Temple and the scarring beneath his clothes on the shoulder is bad. He keeps his hair short and neat though tends to have perpetual stubble about his face. He is still in excellent shape, with lean muscle and he has a few random scars from training and missions.
His wardrobe is…basic compared to more modern tastes, 12th century fashion wasn't exactly all that exciting especially not for Assassins. It consists of his long hooded white robes, red sash and wide leather belt over which he wears the black djellaba with white embroidery of his rank as Dai.
CANON HISTORY: Wiki link!
CANON PERSONALITY: To say that Malik is prickly and stubborn is both an understatement and a vast generalization. He is a man of sharp words and solid convictions who is unafraid to voice either of them to those around him. He is first and foremost an Assassin, living by the tenants of the Creed and remaining loyal to the Order even after betrayal by both his comrades and leader.
Malik's adherence to the Creed governs his actions and beliefs more than any other ideal. The first tenant is to not harm the innocent, and while he may turn his words against someone who has raised his ire he is not likely to raise a fist or blade unless they have done harm to him or those he sees as under his protection. The second tenant of staying hidden in plain sight is perhaps one of the looser ones to interpret, though no less important. The Assassin Brotherhood acts in secrecy, far more under Altaïr's leadership than previous leaders. Malik keeps his personal life and secrets close to his chest, often sidestepping questions or outright ignoring them if he does not see the questioner as needing to know. He's more than willing to keep his head down and blend with the crowd while keeping his eyes and ears open for every bit of information and opportunity that presents itself. The third tenant has been the one that is both hardest and easiest for Malik to uphold himself, to never bring either direct or indirect harm to any of those of the Brotherhood. He may be harsh and dour towards his Brothers, even seemingly uncaring but his loyalty has and always will be unshakeable even if his trust is not always easy to win.
Towards those of the Brotherhood, Malik is more than willing to be teacher and guide in all he knows; should it be combat skills or advice in how to act in a situation. It is a part of his role as the second in command of the Order. He is, after all, still a skilled fighter despite his missing arm as well as a competent leader and knowledgeable information dealer. He cares deeply for those he keeps under his protection, and seeks to better them in any way he can. The Assassins are his family and while he may not like all of them he will never betray their secrets even if it means his own death.
He knows full well that people likely see him as less of a threat with a missing arm and that is their mistake to make, and one he will take full advantage of. He also knows that if he had been a part of any other organization than the Assassins he would have likely ended up starving on the streets after it's loss, there is only so much a one armed man can do even if he can still do more than most. He would rather people think him angry and unyielding than in need of help or pity, in fact nothing slashes at his pride more than unwanted 'help' being handed to him. If he wanted help he would ask for it.
Malik's harshness and quick temper is an easy thing to not see beyond, he is quick with sharp words (the only thing quicker than a blade in his hand really) and is more often than not disparaging and sarcastic towards others. He wears his anger and frustrations with others as easily as his robes, and has no qualms about voicing them at length. He is not some quiet old man and his praise is something earned and not always easily given out or recognized as such if his words are all someone pays attention to. He holds on to his resentments tightly, bearing grudges and judgements of others until evidence proves a change in them needed.
Malik is not unkind however, or without forgiveness. He is more a man who displays his affections through action than word, quiet things like a meal already made or a door left unlocked in welcome. He is good at listening and giving wise advice to the problems voiced to him. He is also not uneducated, being able to both speak, read and write more than his native language as well as being an exactingly accurate mapmaker for the Order and competent strategist. He does not change his opinions based on mere words or rumors but on actions and solid proof, it took Altair changing who he was on a more fundamental level to earn Malik's forgiveness and the evidence of the templars themselves to have him willing to act against Al Mualim's treachery.
He is not without his own fears and demons either, he fears the day he will be useless and the loss of his brother Kadar has made him an even harder stickler for the rules of the order even if the years between have mellowed that pain somewhat. Malik is, however a man who has risen to his feet after loss and injury that would have killed another man and kept on through sheer willpower to become one of the few to stand beside Altair as an equal.
POINT OF DEPARTURE: n/a
ABILITIES: Malik's abilities are all learned through a lifetime of training them:
Combat: Despite the loss of his arm, Malik is still a formidable fighter both with and without a weapon in hand. He is known to be a master swordsman and is highly competent in physical confrontations. He is also trained to use the signature Hidden Blade of the Assassins as well as throwing knives (with remarkable aim).
Free running/Climbing: It's reasonable to assume that while he isn't as good as he used to be, Malik is still able to scale buildings to a degree and leap across rooftops. He can't scale large vertical gaps anymore but with ledges wide enough to keep balance on he can still manage well enough to keep up.
Blending: Knowing how to read and become an ignored part of a group or crowd gives Malik a degree of anonymity in public places.
INVENTORY; - Levantine Assassin Robes (Dai variant with black outer robe)
- hidden blade (improve finger saving design)
- one set (15) of throwing knives
ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW? On jaunts where he has his arm restored, the left ring finger will still be missing.
S A M P L E S;
ACTIONSPAM SAMPLE: From the 4th Wall/Test drive
PROSE SAMPLE: The second thing to do in a new city that was nothing like home, after putting on clothing that didn't mark him as an outsider at a glance, was to get his bearings for the layout of the entirety of it. While Malik had been given a map, one he'd found competently accurate to get him from point A to point B it wasn't as accurate as one he'd make himself. He'd have to make one, if only for something to occupy himself with that didn't threaten a well of panicked nausea over how horrifically different everything was.
He knew what the shock of a different land could do to someone and he refused to allow himself to fall in to the threat of hopelessness. He was an Assassin, a Dai who had gone from Master to Rafiq of the entire mass of Jerusalem to the second in command of their entire order, to remain ignorant of this place's culture and people because it was strange and intimidating was beneath the standards of who he was.
So it was that Malik set out to walk the streets, hand tucked in to a pocket and head slightly down as he'd noted enough of those walking doing. His gaze remained wary though, picking out buildings he could climb and high points he would need to get to to see the streets from above in order to get the lay of them as well as the groups that chatted as they walked. His ears picked out gossip, inane as most of it was it added to the flavor of the city and helped in building an assessment of the way things were; happy people complained loudly about petty things in their lives, tense masses whispered about the bigger things.
He would prepare for whatever members of the Order would arrive, or he decided to begin training should he feel it necessary. Being the only Assassin in a city was a dangerous thing to be, and he'd have to make allies or it would be even more so.
He turned down an alley, hand slipping out of his pocket as he quickened his pace. He took a few leaps, from crate to a dumpster to grab the second lowest rung of a fire escape ladder and haul himself up to scale it. He wanted to watch the market a few blocks ahead from above for a time and the closer buildings weren't ones he'd be able to climb easily.
Hopefully there wasn't anyone already on the roof, he didn't fancy showing off his willingness to leap across to the next building.
