[color=ff9900][b]Name:[/b][/color] Malloc Vadym

[color=ff9900][b]Age:[/b][/color] 29

[color=ff9900][b]Gender:[/b][/color] Male

[color=ff9900][b]Appearance:[/b][/color]
Malloc has wavy, long and light hair which poses a rather strong contrast to his skin. The latter is tanned, clearly betraying his origin being the Tellon isle. His eyes are gray, but completely inconspicous otherwise while his jawline is covered in a well defined and regularly cut beard of mediocre length. Malloc never had to suffer from any lack of nutrition or many of those other issues less well situated people are often confronted with, something that resulted in him owning a very tall, strong and proud physique. It's not as if everything would be perfect as one can see when looking at his slightly emphasized waistline, but he is very fit definitely.

In terms of clothing he doesn't adhere to the standards of his class, but is quite happy with wearing whatever comforts him even if it's very casual. His current setup is a pair of thick, woolen trousers and a white shirt of similar fashion, held together by a black girdle. In case things get more dangerous though he also has a set of armor and blade, very expensive and custom-made for him. A 'small' gift of his family...

[color=ff9900][b]Background:[/b][/color]
Malloc originates from the Tellon isle and was born into a family of nobles. His parents were not only nobles, but also embedded into the regional system of politics and military. As such Malloc found himself in a quite protected childhood relatively far away from the abyss of the street, but it also was a very demanding one: Schooling, military training and good manners in general were things that he was hammered with in sequence or even simultaneously -- and just like pretty much every other person Malloc failed to live up to each and every expectation.

One could say that he was a lucky boy when his magical talent was discovered. It was something he soon could not only excel at, but also something that actually filled him with joy (unlike many other activities forced upon him). Having barely scratched the threshold of adolescence, Malloc was sent to the institute of magic in the Amar region. This was a mere couple of months before the first occurrences of constructs, so it didn't take long for his studies to take a turn more focused on fighting techniques, even though students never were sent to any actual frontline.

One day Malloc was sent into the catacombs to retrieve some alchemistic equipment, but he found that mysterious mask instead that he had never seen before despite having been in the same cellar many times before. He learnt about the king's call and knew that this was a higher priority than any ongoing studies or the desires of his parents. Of course he hopes that they'll agree once they learn about his current location -- if they don't already have.

[color=ff9900][b]Personality:[/b][/color]
One of the guiding principles in Malloc's education has been [i]noblesse oblige[/i], however it's fair to say that his standards have degraded quite a bit since his departure from the Tellon isle. He is friendly, jovial, loyal and far from arrogant, but his natural spontaneity and impulsiveness have reconquered parts of himself over the past years of study. He doesn't like prolonged planning, but believes that random circumstances will spoil any such attempt quickly and it would not be the first time for him to maneuver himself into trouble due to that.