Maleki kneels atop a large stone mound, all that remains of his lost mother, praying to Archondrix, The Soul Keeper for her safety. A large sword forged from a fallen star sits on his back, bound like a slave to be used when useful, a tool of war, a tool of death.
His coal black hair, reaches his shoulders in Elven braids, despite his blood being solely of Human heritage, he lives with these people now, worships with these people now, they are his family now.
He was trained as a Sorcerer under the famed Kinathey, a master Elven spellcaster, who spent his whole life mastering the magical arts. Now Maleki roams the world, a soldier lost in a world of war, he has given up the battle, he sees no need to fight a war that will never end.
Visions of death fill his head, the faces of every being he has ever slaughtered flashes before his eyes. He is tormented by his past, tormented by the evil of his ways. Once a boy destined for greatness, now a man who wishes for anything but.
Hate fills his heart, pain fills his life, fury fills his mind. His evil is unleashed.