Malik was born a bastard child to a Dark Elven father and a Snow Elven mother. Upon finding out that he had made the girl pregnant, Malik's father fled and was never seen again. His mother raised him as a polite and sweet boy, in Fenn, her city of birth , with all the love that she could possibly give to him. But this love was not enough to save him from the pain of reality.
Due to his half-breed nature, he was often ridiculed by Snow Elves. Because even among half-breeds, Malik was an outcast. He wasn't strong and muscular but fragile and weak. His hair was white, not black yet his skin dark and not light. The boy stuttered from a young age and found it hard to make friends.
He'd often find his mother crying at night, but these tears were not for herself, they were for her poor 'crippled' son.
She'd look into his light-blue eyes with tears in hers, denying that she had wished for another child.
But he knew better, he knew that she was lying.
At day he suffered the judgment of others, at night reminded that he was an accident.
All that frustration was boiling inside of him, years of piled up anger sealed away in the deepest depths of his heart.
One night, when his mother was crying again, he went down to comfort her. But she was different, her long beautiful white hair was messy, her face dirty and her eyes absent. Surrounded by empty bottles of alcohol. She took one and threw it at him. Malik managed to cover his face with his hands just in time. The bottle shatters into pieces, digging shards of glass into his hand. The young man asked his mother what she was doing, only to be lashed out at. She called him a filthy misshapen pig and told him how many times she had wished that he had died at childbirth.
Malik's eyes filled with tears as all that rage, all that bottled up anger suddenly burst out of him. In an act of blind rage, he took a wooden chair and started hitting her, harder and harder and harder. And as all the anger faded, as he cooled down, he realized what he had done.
He whispered with a frightened voice; "M-mom ...?".
But he was answered with complete silence. For days he cried, regretting every single thing he did to her, wishing that he had controlled his rage.
A few weeks passed and, ignoring his military duty, he fled Fenn before anyone could find out what had happened to his mother. For years he traveled, he met many people and saw many places. Every now and then he'd accept job offers to earn some coins to pay for food. From a farmhand in Curon to a cleaner in Rivia. But never would he forget that day, the day he killed the one person who loved him.
Now, he wishes nothing more than to live a life of peace and build up a family of his own. And a chance presented itself a few weeks ago, one of his previous employers told him about a rather peculiar family, the Uialbens. At first Malik didn't really care for some random family, but more and more he felt the urge to be part of one himself and after hearing more stories he decided to go check them out. And so, a new adventure starts for Malik Azarath.
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