Malicham hated the rain, always had and always will. Rain messed up his illusions and made it hard to make beings believe in something different. Then again, if Malicham had taken the time to train with his illusions he might have been able to make the person who is in his illusion feel as if they are being stabbed by daggers when it is just rain. But, Malicham had never been much one for using his illusions on people all that often. The desert generally does that for you if a person is out there long enough. There was a second reason Malicham hated rain and this one was a bit more mundane. 

Malicham had lived in the deserts almost all of his life and hated the feeling of rain. He much more prefered to be dry and basking under a sun that would burn the skin if you didn't have any shade. Malicham never had a problem with burnt skin and somewhat loved the smell of it. His human form never felt pain from being in the sun too long and never tanned which made it really hard to trick people in that form. After all, how can you trick people who live in a place where everyone is tan and you aren't? His human form has changed over the years until he took his current form. A rather bored looking eighteen year old with unkempt hair in Malicham's most favorite color, red.

Malicham looked at a watch on the person next to him the street and realized that he would be late if he didn't hurry. It took Malicham a few minutes to find a person willing to give him directions to the bar, mostly because he was an underage minor. When Malicham arrived at the bar he glanced through the window before moving towards the door and noted a scorched mark on it. He decided that one of the others inside must have done it and pushed the door open. As he stepped inside, Malicham noted five other individuals sitting around the building. "Well, I guess I am fashionably late as always. You can't expect a person who has never lived in a city once in his life to know exactly where to go." Malicham said with a smile as he took off his soaked hoodie.

"I guess this is everyone otherwise I would have seen people in a hurry to get here. Anyway, I am Malicham but my friends call me Mal." Malicham said after walking to a table and taking a chair to sit in. If these people knew each other it would be very akward for him. He knew not a single one of them but that happens when you live in the Middle East.