Name:
MalthusRazrokGalronOg'drunith
AKA Malthus

"I have many names, yet I am nameless. I am nothing and everything. I am eternal. I am death."

"I'm going to write down Malthus."

"Fine."

Sex:
Male...?

Court:
Unseelie Court

House:
Nuckelavee

Appearance:


History:
Malthus has been here since the beginning. He has watched the birth of the world and every creature on it. He watched the first fae form from creation, and he watched the humans crawl from the sea. He watched as the creatures evolved and grew, and he watched the beginning of the end of the world. The humans starting burning the planet, turning life into ash. Malthus wished he had killed the first slug to crawl from the sea. Then maybe, humans would not be. Then maybe, it would be just the fae, and the other peaceful creatures. Humans were garbage then, and they are garbage now. When they began to kill, Malthus watched. He wanted to see what they would do. Humans crossed oceans to spread disease and filth. Their victims prayed, and Malthus answered. He wanted to watch, but he had been summoned. The monsters called them Indians, but that's not what they were. They were witches, warlocks, and shamans. They were the original, the only humans tuned to the earth. They asked for plague, pestilence, destruction, and death. Malthus delivered. He granted the tribe with the gift of cleansing disease and killed many men. He swept through the land, poisoning mankind and leaving a trail of corpses. Only when another tribe, one much newer than the one that summoned him, asked him to stop, did he go back to watching. He killed millions with smallpox and plague, along with many other things. He was the Watcher, The Bringer of Disease, The Black Death, The Rat, The Faceless, and The Vyugi, but his true name was not death. It was Malthus.

Personality:
Malthus prefers to sit and watch. He waits to see how things turn, and only acts when asked. Although, if never asked to stop, he will sweep through the land like a storm, carrying disease and death. He likes to observe, whether it's a snail or an elephant. Nothing is ever insignificant to him. Every move, every motion, has a purpose. A simple sneeze could create a universe entirely different from his own. Every action has consequence, and that's what he watches. He watches the dominoes fall.

He's patient, never rushing fate. He's terribly apathetic. He doesn't understand emotion, especially not mourning. He his surprisingly shy for one of his kind and he doesn't like to be in the spotlight. He observes and calculates, waiting for his turn to destroy. Although, he it isn't really his end goal. He wants to observe and test the world. He can only act when called upon, so instead, when given the chance, he plants ideas in feeble minds. He enjoys riddles and puzzles and is quite smart. He is terrible when put in the spotlight and often trips over his words.

"Tell me this, human. W-what walks on four legs in the morning, t-two legs at noon and three in the
evening?"

"I don't know, some weird dog?"

"F-fair enough." *throat clear* "Y-You may pass."

Plan For Humanity:
If Malthus had his way, humans would be no more. They have done nothing for this planet and are garbage. If he was free to do as he wished, plague would spread and destroy all that was man.

Knacks:
Summoned:
Pestilence - Create any kind of disease or illness. He manifests a sickness and gives it to the dust motes to carry. They put it on
fleas, birds, rats, dogs, any creature it can get ahold of, but it only harms what he wants it to.
Unsummoned:
Watcher - He can see anything that isn't warded against him. An effective ward is a mirror made of red glass or simply a powerful
magic ward.
Thoughts - He can plant obsessive or controlling thoughts in the weak minded. Weak minded includes; Mentally weak people, mentally ill
people, people going through grief, or people going through immense suffering. These thoughts can be removed with red sand blessed by
an Indian shaman.

Name:
Aaron Hundahl
Sex:
Male

Age:
12

Court:
Associated with Malthus and the Unseelie Court, but the Court doesn't really know he even exists.

House:
Human

Appearance:


History:
Aaron was always alone, other than his grandfather. His parents were either dead or off somewhere, doing anything but take care of him. His grandfather hated them for this and spent all his free time with the boy. They didn't have much, even though his grandfather was the shaman od their tribe. They got gifts every now and then, but they both still had to work in the fields in order to pay for meals.

When Aaron was five, his grandfather had made enough money working to buy him a gift. He gave him a small checkerboard, the checkers being painted rocks. The board was made of red sandstone. Aaron loved it and always played checkers with his grandfather when they got home from the fields.

Then, they came. They were a different tribe, one much more vicious. They came in the night, stealing and burning what they didn't take. They swept through the inky blackness, killing. His grandfather saved him from the one that tried down to burn down their home, but he was shot. As he lay bleeding to death, Aaron's grandfather gave him his shaman abilities. This included several scrolls and objects that were buried under the home. These buried things gave him the ability to summon something that would give him revenge.

The only things Aaron took from his home were his checkerboard, his grandfather's bracelet, and the summoning ritual. He ran into the forest, a place that the intruders would not know. Late at night, shortly after his grandfather's death, he performed the summoning ritual.

"Who summons MalthusRazrokGalronOg'drunith?" The demon's voice echoed through the forest, but that was the only sound. The insects were no longer chirping, the breeze no longer blew. It was just him, the monster, and the trees.

There were tears in his eyes and scorn in his voice, but there was no fear. Aaron answered the creature, "I'm Aaron Hundahl, and I want you to kill The Scorpion tribe. They have destroyed everything I've ever known, I want you to do the same."

"There will be no mercy."

The creature, who the boy nicknamed Malthus, disappeared and the world around him came back to life. The boy knew in his heart he had doomed an entire people, but they deserved to die. They slaughtered his people and Malthus would do the same to him.

The next year, when the boy was nine, Malthus returned. This time in the midday, when Aaron was chopping wood for his hand-made home. He didn't notice at first because Malthus was behind him, observing. In a year Aaron had made a new home. He lived in a small cave, nothing short of a den. Malthus found the area had a strange charm to it. The monster felt something he had rarely ever felt before. He felt the misery and pain the boy was going through. He could taste the anger in the air, but there was something else to it. A sort of quiet peace. Malthus enjoyed feeling it, so he continued to stand there, wordless.

The two didn't notice each other for an hour. Aaron worked and Malthus watched. Normally, Malthus felt nothing for his summoners. They were all full of petty needs. But this boy, something about him made Malthus feel. He didn't hate the child but was instead intrigued by him. The boy didn't want any power or anything that would better his life. He wanted pure death. Malthus respected that.

Eventually, Malthus spoke. "The Scorpions are no more."

The kid jumped and threw the home-made woodcutting ax he had at the beast. It stuck in Malthus's shoulder. If he had eyebrows, he would've furrowed them. But he had no facial features, so he sat there in silence, staring at the startled Aaron.

"Oh, it's you. Sorry about that," Aaron genuinely apologized.

He was wearing a sheepish smile, embarrassed by his reaction. Malthus removed the ax and handed it back to the boy, and inky blackness covering it instead of blood. The wound the tool had made quickly sealed, making it seem like there was never an injury.

"I don't have anything to pay you."

"Your fury is enough to satisfy."

"I guess you're done then."

"Until next time."

When Malthus disappeared a second time, Aaron felt terribly lonely. The short talk with the creature was the only interaction the boy had in a year. Playing checkers alone made the game worthless. Doing anything without company made it pointless.

Aaron waited a few days before calling Malthus again.

"Why have you summoned MalthusRazrokGalronOg'drunith again?"

Aaron sat in silence for a moment before pulling his prized checkboard from behind his back. "Do you want to play checkers?"

Malthus was taken aback. No one had ever summoned him for such a pointless task. Then again, this child wasn't just anyone. Malthus stood tall, his featureless face creating a small feeling of regret in Aaron.

"Fine. I will be the black pieces."

Malthus quickly grew fond of the child. He was rather good at checkers and his unhinged emotion made him interesting to be around. He was smart and enjoyed sitting in silence with Malthus. Every week or so Aaron summoned him to play checkers or to watch the world in person.

"The planet is beautiful when you're so close." Malthus and Aaron stood at the edge of a lake, watching a bear and her cubs drink from the cool waters on the other side.

Aaron felt invincible around Malthus, and Malthus felt like he finally had a friend. Or at least someone he could tolerate. It was a bond between Summoner and Monster, but it felt like a partnership. Even when Malthus was gone, he never felt alone. He knew Malthus was watching, or finding stories to tell.

Personality:
Aaron is smart and brave, although he lets his emotions get the better of him. He's only twelve, but thanks to Malthus he knows much about the world. He loves to learn and enjoys sitting somewhere just to watch the world go by. He also enjoy's listening to stories and solving riddles, which is part of why he's Malthus
s favorite. He's usually quiet. Aaron believes in, "Don't say something unless it's worth saying." He is tormented by memories of his grandfather's death and is often still full of spite for the Scorpion tribe, even though they are all dead. He is quick to anger, but he's rational. If you have a point, he will listen to it. Lastly, Aaron is friendly to every creature, although he only trusts his grandfather and Malthus.