Malcolm Rangvaldr
Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 12:00 am
Basic Information
Name: Malcolm Rangvaldr
Aliases: Wolfie
Gender: Male
Race: Human/Werewolf
Age: 25 Years
Profession: Mystic Theurge
Languages: Common, Animal, Draconic, Celestial, Dwarf, Elven
Accent: Very faint, but his accent is something out of the Silver Marches (Luruarian)
Physical Information
Height: 5 ft 8 inches in human form / 6 ft 4 inches ground to shoulder in full wolf form
Weight: ~130 lbs in human form / 200 lbs + in full wolf form
Body build: Skinny and lanky as a human / muscular in wolf form
Skin: Dry, like someone who has spent their life in a cold, dry climate
Hair style: Shaggy and left to grow down to his shoulders, though clean
Scars: None... yet.
Tattoos: None... yet.
Colouring:
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Philosophy: Magic, whether it come from the Weave or elsewhere, is the ultimate curiosity and source of power. If one understands magic, they can understand everything else.
Deity/Beliefs: Boccob
Personality:
Gear: Malcolm carries his spellbook with him at all times. Bound in light brown hide, the book's spine is reinforced with animal bone. His personal arcane mark glows green on the front cover. The edges appear chewed on.
Jewelry: None.... yet.
Habbits/hobbies: Studying, reading, and chasing rabbits.
General Health: Malcolm is in great health - aside from the lycanthropy.
Favorite Drink: Spiced Rum
Weaknesses: His lycanthropy is only partially under control, and it tends to interrupt his studies. He suffers from all the usual wolf-like "personality" issues: aggression, territorial, mistrust, and so forth.
Background
Malcolm contracted lycanthropy as a young adult while hunting. Subsequently ostracized and threatened with death, he fled to the Cold Woods. He lived there for a few years, finding shelter in a cave and making it as comfortable as he could.
During a sudden blizzard, a band of Uthgardt exiles took refuge from the storm in his cave. Finding the werewolf Malcolm inside, the Uthgardts drove him at axe-and-blade-point from his cave while trying to slaughter him, one staying behind to burn his belongings they found in the cave. Panicked and without a plan, Malcolm did the only thing he could think of - he opened a portal and ran through it.
Ending up in Sigil was an accident, though a good one considering all the other places he could have ended up while running away.
Name: Malcolm Rangvaldr
Aliases: Wolfie
Gender: Male
Race: Human/Werewolf
Age: 25 Years
Profession: Mystic Theurge
Languages: Common, Animal, Draconic, Celestial, Dwarf, Elven
Accent: Very faint, but his accent is something out of the Silver Marches (Luruarian)
Physical Information
Height: 5 ft 8 inches in human form / 6 ft 4 inches ground to shoulder in full wolf form
Weight: ~130 lbs in human form / 200 lbs + in full wolf form
Body build: Skinny and lanky as a human / muscular in wolf form
Skin: Dry, like someone who has spent their life in a cold, dry climate
Hair style: Shaggy and left to grow down to his shoulders, though clean
Scars: None... yet.
Tattoos: None... yet.
Colouring:
- [b]Hair:[/b] Black [b]Eyes:[/b] Bright, light blue [b]Skin:[/b] Light [/li]
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Philosophy: Magic, whether it come from the Weave or elsewhere, is the ultimate curiosity and source of power. If one understands magic, they can understand everything else.
Deity/Beliefs: Boccob
Personality:
- [u]Spotty Memory[/u] [i]With a head full of magical information, other more mundane details might escape him.... like your name. Or where he's going.[/i] [u]Head in the Clouds[/u] [i]Were you talking to Malcolm? He didn't notice. He was too busy thinking about whatever topic of magic that has his interest at the moment.[/i] [u]Smooth as Sandpaper[/u] [i]He is not the most suave individual in social situations. He might be abrupt, inattentive, or just plain rude without realizing it.[/i] [u]Can't Stand Idiots[/u] [i]He can't stand anyone with a low intellect - true or perceived.[/i] [u]Impatient[/u] [i]Malcolm dislikes wasting energy or spending unnecessary time before making decisions or acting. Idle chatter and standing around irritate him.[/i] [u]Possessive[/u] [i]See that half-eaten, day-old bread? That's Malcolm's. You're not going to touch it. If you do, he'll bite your finger off. Even if he's not eating it either, its still his. Forever.[/i] [u]Conflicted about Lycanthropy[/u] [i]He's still working on getting his own affliction under control and doesn't know what to think about others in the same position. Prior to coming to Sigil, he never met another were-creature beyond the one that infected him.[/i] [u]Loves the Forest and Snow[/u] [i]Growing up in Coldwood, Malcolm learned to love the winter and forests.[/i] [u]Sweet Tooth[/u] [i]Chocolate, cookies, cake - he loves it all. Leave him alone in a well-stocked kitchen and he'll sample it all.[/i] [u]Hates Uthgardt People[/u] [i]Driven from his small cave home by Uthgardts, Malcolm wants nothing to do with these people anymore.[/i] [/li]
Gear: Malcolm carries his spellbook with him at all times. Bound in light brown hide, the book's spine is reinforced with animal bone. His personal arcane mark glows green on the front cover. The edges appear chewed on.
Jewelry: None.... yet.
Habbits/hobbies: Studying, reading, and chasing rabbits.
General Health: Malcolm is in great health - aside from the lycanthropy.
Favorite Drink: Spiced Rum
Weaknesses: His lycanthropy is only partially under control, and it tends to interrupt his studies. He suffers from all the usual wolf-like "personality" issues: aggression, territorial, mistrust, and so forth.
Background
Malcolm contracted lycanthropy as a young adult while hunting. Subsequently ostracized and threatened with death, he fled to the Cold Woods. He lived there for a few years, finding shelter in a cave and making it as comfortable as he could.
During a sudden blizzard, a band of Uthgardt exiles took refuge from the storm in his cave. Finding the werewolf Malcolm inside, the Uthgardts drove him at axe-and-blade-point from his cave while trying to slaughter him, one staying behind to burn his belongings they found in the cave. Panicked and without a plan, Malcolm did the only thing he could think of - he opened a portal and ran through it.
Ending up in Sigil was an accident, though a good one considering all the other places he could have ended up while running away.