Here in this wicked world of wasted opportunities and distant rebellions: On a barren, wasteland of a planet known as Earth, two very different and very unique individuals will meet and join forces against something far beyond their expectations. This world has grown accustomed to magic and darkness; demons, kitsune, vampires, werewolves, and any number of other imaginary and spectacular beasts wait in the dismal and foreboding homes of their kind. Some walk among the human cattle they usually feed upon, and others linger in the shadows waiting to strike. Humans have begun their research into scientific advancement; from gunpowder to medicine, and yet they still fall so far behind the magically inclined that some believe the effort futile and wasted. As if they could ever amount to more than but a few tinkerers in comparison to those who could move the earth underfoot with but a thought...

Others however, claim humanity shall only live on if they move away from the tortured existence held together by magical arts, and gain independence from the damned beasts that hide everywhere. Whether they are right or wrong is of no concern, as the world still spins no matter what, and the clock still ticks closer to that midnight hour for all.

In a bar; full of drunken patrons, fetid bar wenches, and the creatures suited for life among mortals, two 'men' take a seat at the counter beside one another, and a quick glance at one another is all they share for the longest time. One, a monk, drinks a few drinks, bows to the bartender without so much as a word spoken, while the other seems to guzzle down the liquor without so much as breaking a sweat. The two come from vastly different worlds, from far apart nations and ideals, but something about the bar and the lateness of the hour, seems to slowly draw them to the same conclusion...

Something is wrong in the little desert oasis...

First off, My Character is as Follows:

Name: Malakii
Age: 32
Height: 6'2''
Weight: 195lbs
Build: Muscular-Lean

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Upper Body: Simple robes (Reddish Brown) and a thin white wrap around his ribs.
Lower Body: Sandals, simple robes continue downward to his ankles

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Upper Body: A large bead necklace/prayer charm (3'' diameter darkwood beads connected by woven silk hangs down to his stomach from around his neck)
Lower Body: None
Hand - Right: Darkwood beads wrap from elbow, around his wrist, and interlink with a hardwood grain ring. (1/8'' diameter beads connected by woven silk threads; each roughly 3'' apart from the next and last)

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Trained:
Martial arts expert in hand to hand combat
Focused mind and body eliminate a pain threshold
Resilience and Fortitude through meditation and practice account for a responsive and calculating mind in all situations.

Innate:
Manipulation and consolidation of air through the combination of pressure control and meteorological knowledge (Knowledge gained through training)
Increased oxygen intake and regenerative abilities linked to pure oxygen constantly circulating through his body
Increased muscle definition and tone through incredibly rigorous training and miraculous metabolism
Heightened sense of smell and touch through innate power over air and wind; increased through training and focus
Nearly sixth-sense like reflexes and reaction speed; Innate qualities lie with the movement of wind preceeding an attack/ strike, and increased through training over years.

Name: Zakarius
Age: 204
Height: 6'1”
Weight: 275lbs
Build: Built more like a large Ork other than an Elf
Race: Drow
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Clothing-

Dominating his large form is an even larger cloak, its exterior a dark forest green, the alternate being the most lush of purple, the simple silks glittering with strange energies, seemingly always to shift.
Beneath that, he wore nothing upon his torso, his skin a deep violet, the perfect scape of his honed and chiseled form near perfection save thousands of scars in different sizes.
From his waist down the softest of black silks wrap around him, with multiple partitions and folds in flowing robe. This was as such for the freedom of movement… and the breeze.
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Accessories-
He was Spartan of all possessions, traveling with nothing but his clothing, and a small black book. It was wrapped simply in leather, with an ornate keylock upon the strap. This hangs by a leather thong upon his waist, just to the left.

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Abilities/Skills-

Zakarius is a mage, and that’s all that need be said. His abilities range far and around the scale as has his training in study and war. With the start of earthen lore from long ago realms, the elf swore his allegiance to life and nature, and with approval, he would learn of any and every piece of knowledge he could lay hands on,this naturally leading to many secrets of power.