Post by snorlaxpunk on Feb 3, 2011 16:22:31 GMT -8
Number/Name: 87 / Malik
Number Placement: Right shoulder
Gender: Male
Years since Creation: 2 Years
Date of Creation: March 15th
Alignment: Racketeer
Height: 7"
Fabric: Polyester
Metal: Aluminum
Anomalies: He is missing his left arm
Accessories: Carries around a huge pack which holds all the miscellaneous trinkets, fabrics, and so on that Malik lugs around. The bag itself is about the size of Malik, if not more
Abilities: Malik is a merchant, plain and simple. Though he does know how to stitch, since some of the items that come into his possession aren't in the greatest shape. However, he isn't much of a fighter, nor is he that smart, but he does what he can.
Weapon: The weapon he carries around looks similar to that of a butcher's knife, though much smaller.
Appearance: Malik is a simple looking fellow without his bag that is usually seen on his back. He is made from black fabric, and wears a black cloak with white stripes going down the sleeves (The left sleeve is limp, obviously because there is no arm to support it) . Malik tends to slouch over a bit due to excessive carrying of the heavy bag, and always seems to have a thoughtful expression on his face. His eyes are always surveying the area , showing signs of paranoia, but it's only natural considering what the world has become. One of Malik's more noticeable features is the brown fabric near where his left arm should be.
Personality: Malik is a very goodhearted and optimistic person despite his occupation. He will often go out of his way to help others in need, though this doesn't mean he isn't cautious. His missing arm doesn't exactly make him good in a fight either, so he must rely on wit in order to beat his opponent. Though if at all possible, Malik would much rather avoid conflict and settle things peacefully. He is also a strong believer in the Racketeers cause, feeling that order of would help resolve the conflict being experienced all throughout the Emptiness, specifically between the Saviors and Rogues.
Origin: The doll awoke inside of what looked like an old toy store. The entire place was empty, and looked to be untouched by the Machines. Thankfully it only took him a moment to grasp his small size in comparison to the room, and quickly adjusted to the sense of vertigo the place was giving him. He glanced at his shoulder, reading the number "87" carefully written in ink. 87 quickly accepted this to be his name and decided to explore the building.
The stitchpunk carefully made his way off the table down to the ground floor, his metallic footsteps giving off an eerie echo with every step. 87 headed toward the door, but was stopped by the sight of an open book on the floor. He moved toward it, taking a moment to make sense of the words, before finally reading it. 87 quickly realized that it was a journal written by a man who hid in the shop away from the Machines, though the last entry seemed to suddenly end, giving no clues to how the stitchpunk had come to exist. However, 87 read the man's name several times, "Malik", and decided that it would be a much better name then some number. Malik was so lost in thought that he didn't even hear the clanging of claws behind him....
Malik hastily moved over to a fallen needle and thread nearby, his left arm was completely severed from the rest of his body. The machine had caught him off guard, and he paid the price for his mistake. He stopped himself from having a panic attack over his lost arm and focused on the task at hand. After several minutes of fumbling with the needle, he finally managed to make a decent stitching and slid down on to the ground.
"Well...at least I'm not dead..." said Malik optimistically with a forced smile.
Theme: Quutamo by Apocalyptica
Voice Actor: Nolan North (Most notably his roles as several video-games characters, including Desmond from Assassin's Creed, Nathan Drake from Uncharted, and much more.)
Tropes Relating to Character: Collector Of The Strange, I Am What I Am, I Can Still Fight
Other Information: Posses a great hatred toward the Machines, mostly because they took his arm.
Number Placement: Right shoulder
Gender: Male
Years since Creation: 2 Years
Date of Creation: March 15th
Alignment: Racketeer
Height: 7"
Fabric: Polyester
Metal: Aluminum
Anomalies: He is missing his left arm
Accessories: Carries around a huge pack which holds all the miscellaneous trinkets, fabrics, and so on that Malik lugs around. The bag itself is about the size of Malik, if not more
Abilities: Malik is a merchant, plain and simple. Though he does know how to stitch, since some of the items that come into his possession aren't in the greatest shape. However, he isn't much of a fighter, nor is he that smart, but he does what he can.
Weapon: The weapon he carries around looks similar to that of a butcher's knife, though much smaller.
Appearance: Malik is a simple looking fellow without his bag that is usually seen on his back. He is made from black fabric, and wears a black cloak with white stripes going down the sleeves (The left sleeve is limp, obviously because there is no arm to support it) . Malik tends to slouch over a bit due to excessive carrying of the heavy bag, and always seems to have a thoughtful expression on his face. His eyes are always surveying the area , showing signs of paranoia, but it's only natural considering what the world has become. One of Malik's more noticeable features is the brown fabric near where his left arm should be.
Personality: Malik is a very goodhearted and optimistic person despite his occupation. He will often go out of his way to help others in need, though this doesn't mean he isn't cautious. His missing arm doesn't exactly make him good in a fight either, so he must rely on wit in order to beat his opponent. Though if at all possible, Malik would much rather avoid conflict and settle things peacefully. He is also a strong believer in the Racketeers cause, feeling that order of would help resolve the conflict being experienced all throughout the Emptiness, specifically between the Saviors and Rogues.
Origin: The doll awoke inside of what looked like an old toy store. The entire place was empty, and looked to be untouched by the Machines. Thankfully it only took him a moment to grasp his small size in comparison to the room, and quickly adjusted to the sense of vertigo the place was giving him. He glanced at his shoulder, reading the number "87" carefully written in ink. 87 quickly accepted this to be his name and decided to explore the building.
The stitchpunk carefully made his way off the table down to the ground floor, his metallic footsteps giving off an eerie echo with every step. 87 headed toward the door, but was stopped by the sight of an open book on the floor. He moved toward it, taking a moment to make sense of the words, before finally reading it. 87 quickly realized that it was a journal written by a man who hid in the shop away from the Machines, though the last entry seemed to suddenly end, giving no clues to how the stitchpunk had come to exist. However, 87 read the man's name several times, "Malik", and decided that it would be a much better name then some number. Malik was so lost in thought that he didn't even hear the clanging of claws behind him....
Malik hastily moved over to a fallen needle and thread nearby, his left arm was completely severed from the rest of his body. The machine had caught him off guard, and he paid the price for his mistake. He stopped himself from having a panic attack over his lost arm and focused on the task at hand. After several minutes of fumbling with the needle, he finally managed to make a decent stitching and slid down on to the ground.
"Well...at least I'm not dead..." said Malik optimistically with a forced smile.
Theme: Quutamo by Apocalyptica
Voice Actor: Nolan North (Most notably his roles as several video-games characters, including Desmond from Assassin's Creed, Nathan Drake from Uncharted, and much more.)
Tropes Relating to Character: Collector Of The Strange, I Am What I Am, I Can Still Fight
Other Information: Posses a great hatred toward the Machines, mostly because they took his arm.