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Malvo is getting a little excited.
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Malvo had passively listened to the conversation between his new-found allies with mild interest as he fed Little One. What illustrious company i've been invited to keep he thought as Little One finished its breakfast. Malvo decided to speak up "The treaty is all well and good but in the end it is a piece of parchment" Malvo said as he slowly shifted forward in his seat "Do we have a plan for the eventuality that the good king decides to ignore it?"
It has been ages since I've been allowed to spread my gift here in the mortal realm Malvo thought as he stared at the map How divine the agony I could bring to the people of this kings land Malvo found himself almost shuddering with anticipation. The more observant members of the room might notice the slight glint of greenish light flicker behind the lenses of his mask before he managed to calm himself.
It has been ages since I've been allowed to spread my gift here in the mortal realm Malvo thought as he stared at the map How divine the agony I could bring to the people of this kings land Malvo found himself almost shuddering with anticipation. The more observant members of the room might notice the slight glint of greenish light flicker behind the lenses of his mask before he managed to calm himself.
Malvo has arrived!(and he brought a friend)
The Citadel, what a wondrous place filled to the brim with beating hearts and panted breaths. Malvo sat at an old wooden desk stained and worn with age on it laid a small raven laying completely still save for the slightest movements of its breast, it was obviously dying. Malvo passed his gloved hand over the bird which gave a choked caw and kicked a few times before righting itself. "Pretty little thing" Malvo murmured in his low cool voice as he scratched it on the back of its head. "Come along sweetie, we must be off" he said as he stood and the little raven flew up and perched on the edge of the broad rim of his hat. Malvo gave his room one last look over, The walls were lined with holes where his ravens made their nests, even now several pairs of their uniquely intelligent eyes stared back at him watching and listening. Ravens were the only things that would willingly be near him for any amount of time and he enjoyed the company but he was needed elsewhere and so he would go.
The Templar outside of his room kept his distance from Malvo pressing against the wall to maximize the separation between them. "The Order calls for you Daemon" he said "You must answer." Malvo nodded to the Templar who turned and began to lead him through the halls to where he was needed. When they cut through the main hall he was given a wide berth, many had heard of what he had been capable of and they feared contracting something from him. If only Malvo thought as they cut through the crowd but alas the contract forbids me granting my gifts freely. Finally the Templar guided him to a door and stopped "This is as far as I have you" he told Malvo a little relief in his voice. "I bid you good day and good health" Malvo said giving a bow to the Templar who looked confused at the Daemons parting words. Malvo strode into the room and made his way to his chair quitely. He was a little confused at the presence of so many others and decided it would be best to wait to hear from Alastair himself. Malvo took his customary seat as far from everybody else at the table as space could allow and reached into a pocket in his robes and took out some breadcrumbs which he fed to Little One who pecked at them with great delight.
The Templar outside of his room kept his distance from Malvo pressing against the wall to maximize the separation between them. "The Order calls for you Daemon" he said "You must answer." Malvo nodded to the Templar who turned and began to lead him through the halls to where he was needed. When they cut through the main hall he was given a wide berth, many had heard of what he had been capable of and they feared contracting something from him. If only Malvo thought as they cut through the crowd but alas the contract forbids me granting my gifts freely. Finally the Templar guided him to a door and stopped "This is as far as I have you" he told Malvo a little relief in his voice. "I bid you good day and good health" Malvo said giving a bow to the Templar who looked confused at the Daemons parting words. Malvo strode into the room and made his way to his chair quitely. He was a little confused at the presence of so many others and decided it would be best to wait to hear from Alastair himself. Malvo took his customary seat as far from everybody else at the table as space could allow and reached into a pocket in his robes and took out some breadcrumbs which he fed to Little One who pecked at them with great delight.
Will post soon, I've been running errands all day and haven't been at my computer.
@Cayden He does but it would only be used when he is in physical danger which he does try to avoid, i imagine him actually rather physically weak (I'll add it on though)
Character Sheet
Name: "Dr." Malvo
Race: Daemon
Age: 132
Gender: Male
Description:
Bio: Malvo is a creature of disease, the very air around him becomes foul with every labored breath he takes. His crooked form seems unnatural to human eyes and only makes his demonic origins even more apparent. His very breath is laden with sickness and a thick black smog of bacteria and viruses exudes from the nostrils of his mask.
Rather ironically his power over sickness and death means that he has become a favorite summon for medics and doctors as they use his abilities to purify wounds and speed the healing process, not to mention his familiarity with the human body means he is useful for operations.
He does not care why he is summoned only that he is able to ply his trade when he is, whether that be helping a doctor treat the poor victims of a plague or assisting a wealthy land owner by starting one. He is not outwardly mean or cruel and instead is very soft spoken and almost kind, He does not see the diseases he creates and spreads as bad or evil but as gifts he is giving the world and in doing so making it stronger. His vindication in his beliefs is reflected in the words used to summon him. "Preacher of Pestilence, Hear my call" and his answer is always the same "The Doctor is in."
Name: "Dr." Malvo
Race: Daemon
Age: 132
Gender: Male
Description:
Bio: Malvo is a creature of disease, the very air around him becomes foul with every labored breath he takes. His crooked form seems unnatural to human eyes and only makes his demonic origins even more apparent. His very breath is laden with sickness and a thick black smog of bacteria and viruses exudes from the nostrils of his mask.
Rather ironically his power over sickness and death means that he has become a favorite summon for medics and doctors as they use his abilities to purify wounds and speed the healing process, not to mention his familiarity with the human body means he is useful for operations.
He does not care why he is summoned only that he is able to ply his trade when he is, whether that be helping a doctor treat the poor victims of a plague or assisting a wealthy land owner by starting one. He is not outwardly mean or cruel and instead is very soft spoken and almost kind, He does not see the diseases he creates and spreads as bad or evil but as gifts he is giving the world and in doing so making it stronger. His vindication in his beliefs is reflected in the words used to summon him. "Preacher of Pestilence, Hear my call" and his answer is always the same "The Doctor is in."
Very interested!
That bio...
Sabre 05 would be fine.
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