 About Malandraenas[ Tracking Info | Party (Inventory, Matrix) | Expendables | Profile | Spells | Talvyra | Wealth ] Name: Malandraenas Tylalaes
Str 22 (20), Dex 18, Con 16 (14), Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 8 Looks & Personality:
Malandraenas is savage predatory nature bound to humanoid form. He looms over you at nearly 7 feet tall with shoulders as wide as a great axe-handle is long. Despite these monstrous proportions, he isn't built in a bulky or ungainly way, instead having a rangy, athletic build; long arms and legs built on a surprisingly lean frame corded with ropey, rock-hard muscle. His skin is evenly and darkly tanned on it's exposed surfaces, but his movements reveal the skin under his armor - skin that is surprisingly pale, hinting at his elven heritage... a heritage also evident in the angles of his face, the tilt to his greenish eyes, lobeless and pointed ears peeking out from under nearly black hair falling naturally straight and long. Strangely enough, his heritage holds no true humanity in them; he instead wears the powerfully feline attributes of a Great Cat Scainor. His Scainor blood gives him an edge that is definitely… predatory is the only word that comes to mind. His smile reveals long sharp teeth capable of rending; his hands end in deadly claws instead of blunt fingers. The posture of his powerful frame belies the capable self-reliance of a hunter, his movements are deadly grace and power in motion, savage violence under a thin veneer of control.
His simple clothes seem to be chosen with comfort and utility in mind, and he often wears long cloaks and jackets in an attempt to hide his more obviously predatory features. His armor is a finely-wrought breastplate crafted from the hide and scales of a brass dragon - equal parts rusty scales and tough yet supple leatehr. His weapons marry the needs of the hunt and the battle, using predominantly multi-use items except for a viciously hooked kukri of some strange metal stashed on his belt. Like many wild predators, he is most uneasy in the sprawl of civilization, but most specifically in the presence of "high society". In these settings, his usual quiet confidence can be replaced by an uneasiness. His cutting but friendly humor replaced with sullen sarcasm. Because of his jarring lack of social capabilities, he lets others take the lead, only really supporting such endeavors with his naturally intimidating ways. Otherwise, Mal is generally a quiet individual, letting his actions speak. He does enjoy joking often, a humor that is cutting and often misunderstood to be insulting. He is not overly suspicious or paranoid, instead relying on his instincts to guide his trust. He also has a surprising drive to look after those he sees as outsiders or castaways, collecting a strange and rag-tag group of friends. To these, he is generous, selfless, loyal, and fiercely protective. For the most part, Mal sets his own moral compass - both distrusting and disliking those thrust upon him by society - adopting a predator's outlook on life. Killing is not inherently evil. Food, survival, protection, love… these are all justifiable reasons to take a life, usually without any personal moral repercussions. Senses low-light vision, Scent; Perception +13
Melee +1 Aravernim Claws ×2 +14 (1d6+7, 18-20×2)
SKILLS ACP -1*
FEATS
HALF-SCAINOR ABILITIES
CLASS ABILITIES
Barbarian:
Lion Shaman:
Ranger:
EQUIPMENT
42 lbs: Worn:
+0.5 lbs: Pouch:
+22 lbs: Weapon Belt:
+15 lbs: Pack:
Capacity — light: 200, medium: 400, heavy: 600. Background
Spoiler:
Mal's dislike for civilization and high society are not simply due to his wild nature. Much of it was learned and earned during his tough childhood when, quite frankly, he was a huge black stain on the remarkably pristine family tree of the Royal Elven House Tylalaes, in the ancient mountain-home elven city of Yandrl Sharaes. He was the bastard half-blood son of an heiress of said house, and the House leadership was horrified at his arrival. They struggled to care for the child, doing their best to both educate him and "make him more proper" as well as keep him closeted until he was presentable. They failed at both, and only succeeded in making Malandraenas's childhood a painful and awkward experience in which he was ever the outsider looking in.
At the earliest opportunity, Mal was shipped off for some military training, both to get him out of sight and because his enormous physical stature and wild nature could be used. For once, he excelled. He became an excellent scout and combatant, so much so that he was chosen to train under a Special Forces Trainer, a Scainor who fought with a wild savagery that Mal found engaging. He traveled much in his apprenticeship, and by the time he entered into active service again, he was both widely traveled and exceptionally gifted as a Ranger, Scout, and Shock Trooper. This time was crucial in him reconciling himself with his unusual heritage, a feat he lays squarely at his old teacher's feet. Now he excels as a Corporal in the special branch of the military. PROGRESSION
Level History:
WILDSHAPE
Cheetah:
speed 60
DEFENSE AC 23 CMD 25 (27 vs trip) OFFENSE
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