Player Name/Alias: Gridrunner
Character Name: Malcolm 'Nightfall' Kereiu
Character Species: Anthro
If Anthro, what sub-species? (Put N/A if Human): Hyena
Character Sex: Male
Character Age: 23
Height / Weight: 6'1/190
Physical Description: A lithe, graceful canid. His long golden headfur is gathered into a neat ponytail tossed in front of his right shoulder while bangs conceal his left eye, covering it easily with that thick cascade of bright yellow length. His visible eye is a soft blue. A small notch is cut into his right ear about half way to the tip, while two golden rings pierce his left, one near the top, the other close to the bottom. He wears a hooded white leather vest that is devoid of sleeves. There are large cuts and tears in the zipped vest, allowing views of his well defined figure beneath. His fur is black, covered all over in small grey spots of lighter colored fur. The belt cinching the somewhat loose looking tan trousers to his waist is marked only by the numeral thirteen etched into the buckle. His long bushy black tail waves slowly behind him. His fur at this point suddenly takes an unusual turn, forming seven thin golden rings about six inches apart from one another down the length of that brush. The boots upon his foot paws appear to be coated in dust and a breif survey would show that they are well worn, on the verge of coming apart though at one time they must have been of expert cobbling. Upon his left paw is a fingerless alabaster colored leather glove marked with a silver pentagram, an array of archaic lettering making up three circles around the enclosed star. His fingers move slowly as he curls and uncurls his right, though not so much in a nervous manner as that of one who simply wishes to keep his hands in motion. Upon his ring finger glistens a simple golden band. His black fur glows with vitality whenever the light shines upon it just right, showing this hyena must groom and clean regularly. No doubt that fur is soft and silken to the touch.
Background: Born the son of a drunkard father and mother who paid for the rent on her back, Malcolm wasn't raised in the best environment for a young and growing mind. After being beat one too many times by his father he returned the favor by killing the older hyena in his sleep, then leaving home at the tender age of 13 years old. He was later taken in by an old wolf who taught him the ways of assassination. Malcolm learned eagerly and well, taking in all he could before slaying his master as was the old wolf's tradition, even though the two had come to be close friends.
Personality: Malcolm is a bit of a recluse, afraid to start friendships and filled with self-doubt as to himself and his place in the world. He finds himself often lingering in the shadows of The-Tankard, afraid to come forwards most of the time but needing to see social interaction all the same. He can turn out to be chatty at times though, usually driven from his shell of solitude by lonliness, needing the companionship of another living creature. He is filled with depression at seeing the ways his people (Anthros, not just hyenas) are treated by humans, but everytime he begins to have ideas of revolution he thinks of the exploding collars and rubs his neck, suddenly grateful once more for the air he breaths.
Weapons / Equipment: The weapons he carries are what is to be expected of an a Class E citizen, but they are unique all the same. Twin shortswords are strapped across his back in plain unassuming leather sheaths. One has a golden hilt, while the other is a silvery color.
Additional Info: The only really special thing this young hyena owns is a AMC Imperialist(resembles a 1943/44 military Norton, model WD16H motorcycle). When not at a bar he can be found at his small house in Lower Alkesh spitting and cussing as he works on it, trying to make improvments to the ancient and cranky vehicle.
