TheGreasyChef

Malik sits silently within the home that they once shared, sulking since the day she disappeared. The newly crowned Sultan bends at the waist as he sits on the very sofa he and his wife once shared. His tired, aging face rests almost delicately into both of his palms as he releases yet another sob into them. Inside he cries, no begs, for help. He can not do this without her. Malik only quietly watches his son from afar, having never said more than two words to the young boy. Ameen, Malik breaks into yet another sob as he thinks of the father he has become. His young boy looks just like Saharfajhari. Malik pulls himself together moments later, rubbing at his own face, though not leaving the couch. He would look up, to one of the large windows within the eerily silence of his home, hoping to see his Habibi, standing there, looking out of it. Malik pulls the wide headband from his head and tosses it to the table between the two sofas before laying down. He has never slept in the bed that they had shared together alone, and he never will. "Farewell, habibi.. I hope your pain has ended."

'I get up every morning at 5:30 and commute for an hour and a half to some bullshit job where my jag-off boss expects me to kiss his balls all day just so I can afford to keep my ungrateful, screaming kids decked out in Dora the explorer **** and my wife up to her fat ass in self-help videos until the day I get up the courage to put a shotgun in my mouth.'

A note is delivered to the Caliph, by a young boy, trotting into the palace where the old growing man sits, "Gotta note for ya', sir." The little boy calls before handing it over. As the little boy hustles out, and the note would be opened, it reads:

Name (Leave IG name as well): Duncan Moore (tuslwmonster) Race: Human Gender: Man Skills: Hard head, and fists. Do you meet the criteria to join Hallowvale Contracting?: Aye. Leave an address for a return letter of accepted: Return the answer with my bird. ((Also, please message me your skype privately as a way for OOC contact.))

Name: Rimaeder Aronokath ((MCName)): tuslwmonster Origin: Born in Athera, in a city with an unknown name. How can you declare you are Mali'thill: I would not be filling this application out if I were not. If the one reviewing this does not believe me, then they may simply look at me, to find the truth. Why do you wish to become a citizen of Haelun'or: To join those who hold the same potential as I, and perhaps have an intellectual conversation with a race that is actually more intelligent than the clothes they wear. What is your personal vision for our blessed race: I view our kind as not only the most prosperous, but the most sensible with time. If our absence were the case, it would not go unnoticed, for there would be none to guide the lesser races. What does maehr'sae hiylun'ehya mean to you: Prosperity, intelligence, health, and the will to study the un-studied. What Elven phrase do you particularly take to heart? Please explain why: Maehr’sae hiulun’ehya is the most important phrase to me. I believe that overall purity is a must and I also believe that our progress could excel tenfold when that is achieved. What is the subject of the first book you will submit to the college (If you have already submitted a book, please inform the council and provide us with its name): Alchemy and its Methods. What would be your reaction if you ever saw a human, orc and unknown Mali'aheral travel the roads from The Cloud Temple together: This one is clearly corrupt in one or more ways. I would keep my distance and inform the Sillumir of their description. Are there any other details about yourself you wish to relay to the council: I conduct experiments and study different compounds involved in alchemical recipes, I tend to get tired and irritable.

Malik Kharadeen Basic Information Nicknames: Windu, The Iron Imam, The Iron Emir Age: 30 Gender: Male Race: Human, Qalasheen (half High Elf) Status: Married to Saharfajhari Kharadeen (el-Abdulrashid) (Malocchio) Description Height: 5'11' Weight: 189 lbs. Body Type: A somewhat thin, though exercised man. Eyes: Green Hair: Dark brown hair, dreadlocked, and pulled back. Skin: Malik's skin is tan, though not as tan as most Qalasheen. Markings/Tattoos: Malik has various scars, the biggest being on his knee, which appears to have once been a large hole. Health: Nearly 100%, though his pastime causes injuries. Personality: Malik is a very serious person, though his heart is warm and his judgement on people is less harsh than most may think a Prince's may be. Malik's personality changes when appearing as another alias, he tends to be sporadic and more hot headed. Inventory: Two unlit torches, one lever, an aurum broadsword that shimmers even in low light, a finely crafted scimitar which seems sharper and more sturdy than most. You can't forget that he always carries a few nuggets of cactus green in atleast one of his pockets. Further Details: Life Style Alignment: Neutral Good. Deity: Allah. Religion: The Righteous Faith. Malik lives in the Caliphate under his Father, the Caliph, Faiz Kharadeen. He spends most of his time in the palace of Al-Wakhrah or in Eastern Khalestine. Job/Class: Malik is one of three Emir of the Caliphate of Khalestine. Also an oathed member of Hallowvale Contracting. And the Alkabir of the Alwahdat Alwaqi. Title: Emir (Prince). Profession(s): Chef, Leatherworker. Special Skill(s): Malik excels in herbalism, and could make salves, creams, or mixtures for any kind of issue. Flaw(s): Malik has a bad temper, and tends to act before determining consequences or anticipating responses. Weaponry Fighting Style: Aggressive, contains mostly hand-to-hand combat. Trained Weapon: Scimitar. Favored Weapon: The Scimitar or his own body. Archery: Malik is a poor archer, though isn't bad with an arbalest. Biography Parents: Faiz Kharadeen (ymbninjakiller) and Arabella Kharadeen (ImmaHorseRidda) Siblings: Arlen Kharadeen (AlteredGENx), Ceto Kharadeen (PessPess), and Alai Kharadeen (lucdean). Children: None, yet. Extended Family: Nephew: Fakhiri Kharadeen (Juno_Ax) Pet(s): History Artwork

As a bannerman of house de Sola, it's hard to express yourself when everyone wears the same uniform. I'm looking for someone to make the cloak and belt parts of my skin a bit nicer and different. Though, I'd like to keep the colors either black or gray. The belt could stay the same or be changed, maker's choice.