Post by Malachi Sandor Kahan on Jun 1, 2018 2:24:20 GMT -5
MALACHI SANDOR KAHAN
THE ETERNAL RAMPAGE POKEMON
| AGE | GENDER | ALLEGIANCE | OCCUPATION |
| Nineteen | Male | Plasma | Coast Control |
APPEARANCE
He's 5'5 and the only reason he weighs in at 215 lbs is because of his new muscular form. His morphing process left him developing more muscles. Tighter, more dense and much more powerful. He's got long, black, wavy hair and ice blue eyes. His nose is straight and sturdy, and right under his eyes are two, visible gills. The third gill is difficult to spot, being right next to his eye, it just looks like some marking when it opens up. They may present well the whole time you speak to him if the air is humid or he is in water.
His skin burns easier now, thanks to his new life, and his skin is also rougher, akin to a shark. His teeth have also taken on traits from the Sharpedo, sharp and strong canines having grown in in place of his old teeth. His jaw is also stronger, wider and more square than it was before he changed, giving him a more boxy, but much more angry appearance when he's frowning and glaring. His tongue also broadened with the change, flattening out in his mouth. While sharks don't have tongues, it's almost as if his tongue tried to turn into the shark's equivalent.
His clothing ranges and varies, but he usually avoids wearing sleeves and actual pants. He doesn't appreciate wearing clothes that stick to his skin, so he's also picky about the fabrics. He usually goes for a grunge punk style from the 90s and leaves it at that, the flannel part of that style usually tied around his waist. Sleeves also make him feel suffocated with how they lay over the three gills on each of his shoulders as well. While usually, these six stay closed, it's still a difficult feeling to put up with when you spend a lot of time in a tank, or in water in general.
There's also a strange, yellow, four point star just above his butt. It can be visible when he isn't wearing a shirt, other than that, he does pretty well to keep it hidden. On his other side, there's a long, diagonal scar that starts on his upper left chest and trails all the way down to his lower right abdomen. This scar is old, but is large and deep enough that the odds of it ever going away are slim to none.
His dive suits vary but are notably different from the average suit. It's reinforcements along his torso are flexible but strong and if one where to look close enough, they could see that it also runs along his limbs. The reinforced suits allow some shock absorption while he's underwater while allowing him to maintain flexibility and mobility. The suits are usually black, navy blue or a mix of both. The color usually coordinates with what and where he'll be doing and going. One of the more important features of the suit though is a mesh that allows water flow, but only through the gills on his shoulders, allowing him to increase his oxygen intake while submerged in suit rather than severely reduce it considering the gills on his shoulders are the largest out of either set.
His skin burns easier now, thanks to his new life, and his skin is also rougher, akin to a shark. His teeth have also taken on traits from the Sharpedo, sharp and strong canines having grown in in place of his old teeth. His jaw is also stronger, wider and more square than it was before he changed, giving him a more boxy, but much more angry appearance when he's frowning and glaring. His tongue also broadened with the change, flattening out in his mouth. While sharks don't have tongues, it's almost as if his tongue tried to turn into the shark's equivalent.
His clothing ranges and varies, but he usually avoids wearing sleeves and actual pants. He doesn't appreciate wearing clothes that stick to his skin, so he's also picky about the fabrics. He usually goes for a grunge punk style from the 90s and leaves it at that, the flannel part of that style usually tied around his waist. Sleeves also make him feel suffocated with how they lay over the three gills on each of his shoulders as well. While usually, these six stay closed, it's still a difficult feeling to put up with when you spend a lot of time in a tank, or in water in general.
There's also a strange, yellow, four point star just above his butt. It can be visible when he isn't wearing a shirt, other than that, he does pretty well to keep it hidden. On his other side, there's a long, diagonal scar that starts on his upper left chest and trails all the way down to his lower right abdomen. This scar is old, but is large and deep enough that the odds of it ever going away are slim to none.
His dive suits vary but are notably different from the average suit. It's reinforcements along his torso are flexible but strong and if one where to look close enough, they could see that it also runs along his limbs. The reinforced suits allow some shock absorption while he's underwater while allowing him to maintain flexibility and mobility. The suits are usually black, navy blue or a mix of both. The color usually coordinates with what and where he'll be doing and going. One of the more important features of the suit though is a mesh that allows water flow, but only through the gills on his shoulders, allowing him to increase his oxygen intake while submerged in suit rather than severely reduce it considering the gills on his shoulders are the largest out of either set.
PERSONALITY
| POSITIVE - Tenacious - Quick-Witted - Protective - Good at pretending to like others - Undauntable NEGATIVE - Possessive - Boorish - Closed off - Indifferent - Short Tempered - Cynical | Malachi is an incredibly short-tempered war machine created by Plasma, for Plasma. He recognizes this and oddly enough, holds no ill will to it. Well, it's odd to outsiders. He was more than willing to sell his body to Plasma for experimentation. In his own way, he's perfectly content with what he's become, but expresses it horribly. He's rude, standoffish, closed off and just in general, a real, outward jerk. He trusts hardly a soul and thinks everyone is out only for themselves. Whenever someone is nice to him, he automatically assumes they're just doing it to try and gain something from it. He has the social graces of an ox with the clinginess of a growlithe with abandonment issues. If he decides he actually likes someone, he sticks to them. What good there is in him usually doesn't reflect into his social life. The only real, authentic, noticeable thing he does for another person and especially his Pokemon, is project how protective he is. His pretending to like someone is just something he's taken to developing. If he really needs to, he can pretend to like another person, even if he wants to drop them into a manhole or kick them down a hill. He's quick-witted, Tenacious and undauntable. He's not as dumb as he may look, and is swift to think and react, and he's not the kind of guy to give up. Learning how to breathe underwater was a hell of a challenge that wound up with him choking and coughing more times than he could count. His undauntable side stems from his past as well as accepting that he could die at anytime. He remembers the explosion like it was yesterday and that's ingrained into him a type of bravery that he hadn't had before. On top of his new genetics, Malachi is even more bold and even if deep down, he feels twangs of fear and panic, he can suppress them long enough to get his job done. |
BACKGROUND
Life was about as simple as it could be for a boy that grew up in a Plasma family. He grew up, used to the strife and war and for a long time, he was incredibly indifferent to the war despite his parent's involvement with it. It took him getting a little sister for him to start caring. She was small, that was for sure but it wasn't until about a year later that her epilepsy started becoming a real problem. This made Malachi start to become a little more passionate about things, he had even started training Pokemon as he was allowed so he could learn to protect her better.
Things really began to grow abnormal though when his mother went missing without hardly a trace. She had gone a mission and about a month past the date she was supposed to be home, she was reported MIA. Apparently, they believed that she had been captured by the Resistance mid-mission. Malachi had overheard this while putting his little sister to bed and he tried to fight his dad, claiming that he could 'kick all of their asses'. He was told that he couldn't and that night, as well as quite a few after that, he slept in the same bed as his dad for comfort.
It was some time later that the hospital was bombed. His sister, father and all three of his Pokemon perished. He remembers it more vividly than he'd like to admit. The smell, the sounds, the feeling of something splitting his torso open from shoulder to lower abdomen and many other things that he won't admit to hearing and feeling. He still doesn't like talking it, and may stare off with a thousand yard stare when it's brought up.
He was sent to some arceus forsaken foster family and went to some school that he really couldn't care about even if he tried. These new foster parents really didn't try with him because as time passed, he became more and more closed off. Sending him to a therapist did nothing but close him off more. What advice he was given blew up spectacularly in his face whenever he tried listening to the 'professional'.
He didn't make any friends in school, peer pressure kept any of the other swim team members from liking the boy that and the way he would sometimes just stare off when he got angry would get to them. He was denied by the one girl he liked and even his graduation ceremony was torment for him. As soon as it was over, he was glad to be gone. The only thing was, is that he couldn't stay in his foster home anymore and he wasn't a good enough swimmer to become an olympic swimmer.
His scar on his chest was a reminder that past injuries stopped this pro level swimmer from going beyond. With nothing more of a choice outside of what Plasma was offering, he considered an offer. It was vague, they were indirect, but it had something to do with genetic enhancement. Hell, Malachi had nothing to lose, so what was the harm?
He doesn't remember much leading up to it, but he does know now that he was finally given a purpose. Even if said purpose came with worsened anger control issues, pains from his physical changes and writhing agony when anything that smells poorly comes anywhere near him.
He's spent a while now in his containment tank, working for Plasma in coast control and training his body and mind to better handle the things he comes across. Training his nose and brutal anger are the two biggest things.
Things really began to grow abnormal though when his mother went missing without hardly a trace. She had gone a mission and about a month past the date she was supposed to be home, she was reported MIA. Apparently, they believed that she had been captured by the Resistance mid-mission. Malachi had overheard this while putting his little sister to bed and he tried to fight his dad, claiming that he could 'kick all of their asses'. He was told that he couldn't and that night, as well as quite a few after that, he slept in the same bed as his dad for comfort.
It was some time later that the hospital was bombed. His sister, father and all three of his Pokemon perished. He remembers it more vividly than he'd like to admit. The smell, the sounds, the feeling of something splitting his torso open from shoulder to lower abdomen and many other things that he won't admit to hearing and feeling. He still doesn't like talking it, and may stare off with a thousand yard stare when it's brought up.
He was sent to some arceus forsaken foster family and went to some school that he really couldn't care about even if he tried. These new foster parents really didn't try with him because as time passed, he became more and more closed off. Sending him to a therapist did nothing but close him off more. What advice he was given blew up spectacularly in his face whenever he tried listening to the 'professional'.
He didn't make any friends in school, peer pressure kept any of the other swim team members from liking the boy that and the way he would sometimes just stare off when he got angry would get to them. He was denied by the one girl he liked and even his graduation ceremony was torment for him. As soon as it was over, he was glad to be gone. The only thing was, is that he couldn't stay in his foster home anymore and he wasn't a good enough swimmer to become an olympic swimmer.
His scar on his chest was a reminder that past injuries stopped this pro level swimmer from going beyond. With nothing more of a choice outside of what Plasma was offering, he considered an offer. It was vague, they were indirect, but it had something to do with genetic enhancement. Hell, Malachi had nothing to lose, so what was the harm?
He doesn't remember much leading up to it, but he does know now that he was finally given a purpose. Even if said purpose came with worsened anger control issues, pains from his physical changes and writhing agony when anything that smells poorly comes anywhere near him.
He's spent a while now in his containment tank, working for Plasma in coast control and training his body and mind to better handle the things he comes across. Training his nose and brutal anger are the two biggest things.
MISCELLANEOUS
| OOC NAME | FACECLAIM |
| Daxton | [b]Boruto[/b] - Shizuma Hoshigaki, [i]Malachi Gujic[/i] |
