Post by MALIK NBEDELE on Jan 5, 2014 4:05:59 GMT -5
M A L I K
N B E D E L E
" THE CACKLING SPECTER "
N B E D E L E
" THE CACKLING SPECTER "
» Alias The Cackling Specter.
» Species Arrancar [Vasto Lorde].
» Age Two-Hundred Sixty Eight.
» Faction El Renacimiento.
» Rank Septima Espada.
» Alignment Chaotic Evil.
» Difficulty Hard.
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THE BODY
The demonic assassin of the infamous "Ten Blades" boasts a visage gleaming with ivory fabric, the six-foot-two, one-hundred and seventy-six pound male towering above most, usually with a menacing grin upon his face. The dark-skinned Vasto Lorde exhibits a trait quite strange but not unexpected from someone of his kind, being completely devoid of a single hair follicle. Due to his lifestyle of constantly killing and feeding on powerful entities, Malik has reformed into an extremely fit, muscular physique. The murderous hollow's left pupil is colored with a bright, golden hue, while the right is nothing more than an empty space... the hole that instantly reveals his true identity; however, the terrifying feature normally remains hidden beneath his white, hooded cloak. The recurring jubilant expressions of the demon are complimented by the longer-than-normal incisors in his mouth, which only amplifies the predatory essence of the cackling specter. Identical to that of his Arrancar brethren, remnants of Malik's previous form are distinct through his body, such as the horn-like bone protrusions on both of his elbows, which extends no further than a few inches. White, fingerless gloves laced with streaks of ebony-black are worn on his hands, created with the intention of greater weapon-handling with his Zanpakuto. In addition, Malik adorns a white-and-black, sleeveless, extremely-tight leather tunic, which is both lightweight and condensed enough for maximum maneuverability. Unlike the majority of his brethren, a black holster worn diagonally across his chest seats the Arrancar's massive scythe-like Zanpakuto to his rear for easy accessibility. The lower attire is hardly different; white-and-black leather pants and knee-high boots that coincide with the remaining clothing, each strand being provided to the Arrancar by his master, the Godking, as representation of becoming one with the completion of the Espada.
THE MIND
Machiavellian. Sadistic. Predatory. The seventh Espada has adopted a personality revolving around his own aspect of death: "Torment". Due to this distinctive trait, Malik has come to be known as one of the more disturbing Arrancar to be around, showing little remorse for his torturous endeavors and merciless crimes. While it's expected of a Hollow to feed on souls and their own kind to evolve into greater beings, the cackling specter has earned his title and reputation for tormenting his victims before their inevitable death, relishing every opportunity for his prey to let out the most agonizing screams of pain... but they would be drowned out by the howls of Malik's own excruciatingly cruel laughter. The antagonistic obsession of the Shinigami-like Hollow is frowned upon by even his own comrades, and thus for the sake of pleasing his master, Malik tends to suppress this quirk when near the other Espada. However, the fiend's desire is never left unsatisfied, his blade usually finding it's mark on countless Hollows and humans depending on the domain. Malik, due to his selfish mentality, has also shown to be quite manipulative and intrusive, and his caution for the potential of dangerous situations is usually disregarded if the prize is worthy. The demonic construction of the reaper, almost serving as a profession because of his species, causes him to have zero sympathy for both humans and Shinigami alike, considering them nothing but food... and sometimes "playthings". The constant fighting and predation that came with survival in Hueco Mundo sharpened his mind into that of a superior being, exhibiting heightened intelligence, battle expertise, and mental stability that enables Malik to defend himself against extremely powerful Shinigami and Quincy adversaries. While the seventh blade has become infamous for being merciless, unrelenting, and brutal with his "prey" when hunting or within combat, the psychotically jubilant Hollow is regularly calm and lethargic. Indebted to the one and only Godking, the sharp-tongued assassin is certainly not to be taken lightly.
THE CHRONICLE
"Bahaha! Mmm... the blissful screams of pain, the sensational thrill of the hunt! You must understand, I may be nothing more than a demon but I have a terrifying appetite... just give me the torment I desire and I'll promise to make it quick!" - Malik Nbedele, Age 24.
The madness of the psychopath known as Malik Nbedele began centuries before his ascension to a powerful demonic being in Hueco Mundo, originating from the dangerous badlands of the Transvaal region, where he was raised in a village near Pretoria, South Africa. Born in the early 1700's, the African child was already destined to be a slaughterous warrior, his Reiryoku immediately being greater than normal, while his physicality grew stronger due to being chosen to fight under the current king's command from birth. The tribe, formerly a part of the larger Nguni people, traveled from Natal to the uncharted territory with intentions of conquering new land and spreading their influence. Under the reign of Chief Musi, hundreds of children were recruited and trained to become men, to ensure the longevity and survival of their people. However, the enhanced spiritual potential of the young warrior exposed him to more than just the brutality of the wilderness and the harsh reality of taking another's life, but his ability to sense and observe spiritual entities only amplified the chance of the child becoming mentally distraught. Concealing these events as secrecy, Malik trudged forward and understood that he served a purpose, and that was nothing less than risking tooth and nail to protect his village. The ambition to become stronger, faster, and the warrior his family could be proud of drove the child to evolve into a young adult that eventually stood out amongst his fellow clansmen, and he truly became a killing machine.
Conflict welcomed tragedy, and the breaking point of the warrior's fragile mind came with the unexpected invasion of another tribe against his village. The beckoning of the night rained with hundreds of spears led by merciless invaders and flaming arrows that set what he once called home ablaze. Regardless of the countless years the African warriors had spent honing their skills, nothing could prepare them for such a nightmare... Malik's suffering had just begun. While the expert spearman had successfully defeated his enemies, his eyes fell upon a sight that he never dreamed would happen... the beheading and murder of his mother and father right before him. Enraged and driven to the brink of hysteria, the warrior unleashed a latent power that sent him into a blind fury, the events afterward becoming nonexistent in his memory... suddenly, he awoke to a desolated village, and the invasion had ended. Although the village remained their own, due to a fierce resistance and Malik's murderous frenzy, the amount of lives sacrificed was immeasurable, and he couldn't help but feel like he had failed his people, and most importantly, his own family. Unable to protect his parents from death, Malik's depression sank into a dark place, the obsession with revenge clouding his mind and determining the outcome of his future. Despite the desolation of the village, the soldier was praised and respected as their greatest blade, and he instantly rose to become the head of the village.
A decade later, and the once-prestigious teenager had become a feared man throughout the African badlands. The vengeance of his people's massacre bred more death, and before Malik could save himself, the lifestyle of a cold-blooded tyrant became him. The Ndebele tribe grew to resent their decision, but it was already too late... his power-hunger transformed into arrogance, dementia, and the complete negligence for a sense of morality. The torment of failing to save his parents haunted him, and the only cure to this agony came in the form of blind revenge, his orders causing numerous acts of crucifixion and murder against his enemies... until this amusement became his one and only source of happiness. From the protective, honorable child to a deranged, relentless executioner, the reputation of the powerful tribe rapidly blackened and became tainted with the blood of many tribesmen, with the demented laughter of the tyrant being his most feared trait. No longer had the tribe sought expansion and unity, but the reign of the cackling specter brought about endless torture and suffering... for the mere satisfaction of their king. The greatest mistake a leader could make is losing the faith and loyalty of his own people... and this inevitably led to his downfall. A wind of change brewed, and the tolerance of his people couldn't follow his path of insanity anymore; a brilliantly staged coup d'etat led by a rebellion of his own subordinates cleansed the village of the corruption that had overtaken it, and upon a burning stake the former prodigy hung... the mad king was no more.
However, life after death came, and the former tyrant was reborn in a twilight wasteland that reeked of neurosis and a malignant presence... Malik had degenerated into a mere Hollow. The malevolent path he had chosen was unfortunate, but judgement was unforgiving, and the cursed demon accepted his fate with a twisted smile. With the transformation of his spirituality came the arrival of a new hunger, one that coincided perfectly with the fiendish games he called "delightful". Lost and driven by an unbearable thirst for devouring, the already-powerful entity wandered the ivory deserts like a wolf in sheep's clothing, his tormenting obsession bellowing howls of laughter throughout the silent nightsky that would intimidate even those of his own kind. Eventually, Malik survived and fed to the point of constant evolution, his terrorizing rampage and progression into the form of the Adjuchas earning him the moniker "the cackling specter". The demonic fiend truly never felt so avaricious, but the game was becoming increasingly difficult. Time flew, but to the African descendent, his indulgence was on the verge of a screeching halt. Upon finally reaching the status of a Vasto Lorde, Malik had ascended to what he presumed to be his near ultimate form, and he believed he had truly become an entity his parents could be proud of... until that fateful day, when he stumbled into him... Luucio Kraaken.
Enchanted with an overwhelming feeling that he had never felt before, Malik immediately perceived the man as an extremely powerful adversary, his appearance being almost identical to that of a human, which inspired the cackling specter even more. Despite the conflicting spiritual pressure alarming the Vasto Lorde to not test his luck, the desire within him to conquer such a tremendous prey wouldn't allow him to be recognized as nothing more than another meal. The lunacy within him boiled to a roar and his body dashed forth with a mind of it's own... but with a single resounding blow, the Vasto Lorde crumbled to his defeat. From the that point, Malik came to respect and follow the Godking as his one and only master, utilizing the opportunities granted to him by joining the Espada to further his path of torment.
FACE CLAIM - Zasalamel, Soul Calibur.
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