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Mal'Blod

Name- Mal'Blod

Age- 134 Years old

Species- Grey Elf - Warforged Hybrid

Description- Mal'Blod stands at 7'4" and weighs as much as a Darkpelt bear. When he speaks it is with deep tones, slow and calculated speech and a slight reverberation from his metal shell - his words seem to come from his chest. He moves like an elf, fast and agile, his weight not getting in his way. The only elven skin that remains is on in his hands, as the Ordom who rescued him tried to pull the metal from his flesh and his screaming and thrashing made them stop at his wrist. He wears thick leather gloves as the flesh is mottled and uneven. 

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Mal'Blod will usually use his shield (Broad) and halberd (Edge) when he engages in combat, able to keep his distance and protect himself from missile attacks.

When he feels the need Mal'Blod will also use his duel hammers to crush his foes. 

Sometimes he will take his crossbow from his hip and strike his enemies from afar. 

Mal'Blod can fire steel chains from his hands, use them as weapons or to pick stuff up with them. As many as three per hand.

Mal'Blods Elven form, beneath his Warforged exterior, gives him capacity for magical knowledge - which he has used to master many destructive and conjuring spells. 

His Warforged chain/plate skin grants him extra protection against sharp peircing strikes - this also allows him to add to his own body with metal scraps or spare armour. The down side is mobility and flexibility.

Bio- Mal'Blod vaguely remembers a life among the trees, chasing his Elven friends through the tall grass. His family were of noble heritage and his mother was a powerful mage. His many siblings were all older than  him and some of them he had never met. His home in the Grey Leaf was large and the lands around it filled with magic and adventure. All of this is a hazy past - but he distinctly remembers the torture and pain.

Captured at a young age when he was alone on the road home, a vile warlock tortured and altered his body with dark magic, turning him into his cruel experiment. His skin and flesh was bonded to a chain and plate mail exterior much like a Warforged outer layer. His eyes, pointed ears and nose were taken from him and teeth pulled from his mouth, his lips forced together.

His heart was replaced by a Warforged essence within an enchanted steel orb, his blood replaced with a magical gaseous substance and all of his other organs removed. Somehow he survived (by magical means) and can see and hear as he could before, even though he has no visible means of sensory awareness.

Rescued from the dark warlocks lair by a patrolling Ordom unit, he chose to join their ranks. After many years of struggling past prejudice and learning the ways of their society, he reached 'Hammer' status. 20 years on from his joining, he is the right hand of the Ordom General 'Oretick' and takes care of foreign issues as well as internal issues.

He has recently learnt that his father died searching from him in the Low Swamps around the Grey Leaf. A bounty was placed on the warlocks head as well, a substancial chunk of the familes wealth. He has made plans to travel all the way  home in the next few years, attempt to rebuild the old and collapsed bridges that he once had between himself and his family, and mourn with his mother as well as his siblings
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