Malic Alosn

Age: 18

Alliance: Neutral

Appearance
Malic has a semi short stature, standing at 5'8" with shoulder length curly aburn hair. His body is fairly lanky and much more accustomed to hiding than fighting. Through days of relaxing in the sun his skin is slightly tanned. He tries his hardest to keep his shirt off but tends to put something on when going into any snowy region.

Personality
Through out his years Malic has become a bit of a lazy hermit. Tending to fall asleep in forests under trees, or in towns behind bars he clearly shows his sloth. As it comes with a lackadaisical nature he see's no point to the war being fought. Malic sees every person the same and treats them as thus.

Backstory
When Malic was born he was born within the walls of New Triton to a poor family and unfortunatly killing his mother. Through his first years alive he spent most of the time with his father walking around the city enjoying life. Malics life seemed to be on the up and up as he got ready to enter school to become a swordsman within The Kings Army. Until he came home to find his house empty. With no one to pay for the housing, and no where to stay Malic decided it would be best to leave the town to find his own path. Through out his early teens he started to understand what he wanted from life and what he wanted to do... Nothing!! Not a single thing, but live and be happy. He kept to this and set his life accordingly. After a few years of wandering he came up to a small shack in the desert and met someone he never even thought he would meet; His grandfather grinning at him through dusty teeth. Unsure how his grandfather knew him he proceeded to ask how. Only to find to his suprise that he looked precisely like his mother. He continued to tell him that his father was a spy for The Darksiders and had to flee the town once he was found out. With this knowledge Malic thanked his grandfather and left to find his father, and try to understand why this war had to still rage on.