#inter:kia

Name: Malakiah Age: Seven-hundred and Seventy-three Birthday: November, Eighteenth Birth place: Unknown Sexuality: Homosexual

Place of Work: Owner of The Underpass Place of Residence: Edge of the Belwyn Forest, Eastside

Tattoos: Chest piece of roses and thrones, American Style Swallows on his hands, and ‘Hellish’ tattooed in script across his right ass cheek. Scars: Large, thick, scar that comes around his right cheek bone, down across the right side of his lip. He also has a lot of scarring on his left leg, around the hip area.

Hair Colour: Black Hair Style: Short on the sides, longer down the middle. Normally pushed back. Curly when not styled. Eye Colour: Blue

Hobbies: Hiking, Generally working out, Drinking, Smoking, Messing with People, Going Out, Guitar, Piano. Introvert or Extrovert

Good Traits: Charming, Ardent, Prolific, Good Humoured, Blunt, Out-Spoken, Independent, Flirtatious, Laid Back,  Dedicated, Creative. Bad Traits: Impulsive, Conceited, Vicious, Anxious, Emotional, Forgetful, Jealous, Possessive, Controlling, Selfish, Temperamental.  

History:

  For Malakiah, being young, a child, isn’t something he can remember. He simply remembers being. That in his first moments he was given a task as an angel and that was that. A duty to fulfil perfectly. That was all he was going to do for the rest of eternity. He was placed with a fairly simple job. He was to sit and write down the names of every human that died in a single day. It was incredibly boring. All Malakiah knew for about a hundred years was a single room and the sound of voices repeating names in his head. Names that needed to be written down. That was it. His life, day in and day out. Even if he wanted to leave or see something else, wanting such a thing was considered a sin. At the time no one really knew what would happen if an Angel sinned. At the time, Malakiah feared that if he rebled, he would simply stop being. Although, as the years ticked on, and nothing changed, Malakiah began to wonder if no longer being would be better than spending even a second more writing names. 

And then the first of the Angels began to fall. 

Watching them fall was one of the first things outside of his room that Malakiah ever saw. He hated them deeply for having the freedom he had begun to crave. What would they do with their lives? Would they explore the whole of the earth? What would they feel? Taste? Touch? See? Malakiah grew jealous of all those who had cut ties with the other Angels and gained freedom from it. His envy grew and that was his first sin. Craving freedom turned into a hatred for those who had it while he did not. Malakiah can still remember the moment that thought ran through his head. The moment he didn’t push it aside but embarrassed the envy. Feeling Envy freely lead to his fall. 

One moment he was doing his work, the next he was in pain. Twisting and ripping through the air. His wings twisting in ways they shouldn’t have ever moved. He could not do anything to stop himself and yet there was no fear. In fact, Malakiah couldn’t help but laugh. Was this it? His wish for freedom was going to kill him? He had wanted so badly to do anything else but his duty and now he had just that? And the best part? He had chosen this. The rush of it all caused a smile to cross his lips, and a laugh to leave his lips. He tried his best to take in the surrounds that washed around him as he fell. See everything he could see. Feel the wind around him and smell the earth. Sometimes, even to this day, he has dreams of that moment. 

When Malakiah hit the ground, the pain came. His left leg shattered, and hip dislodged from its normal resting place. Strange enough, Malakiah did not scream or cry. This new feeling called pain was something altogether new. He could not help but enjoy the rush of his blood. The way his heart pounded in his chest and his head spun. The enjoyment did wear off and the tears came shortly after he realized he could not really move. What was left of his wings were useless and his leg was wrecked. Thankfully a human family stumbled across Malakiah and took him in thinking he was an angel. He did not fight them or correct them as they helped set his leg as best they could and patch him up. 

Being bed ridden might have driven others crazy but in that time Malakiah experienced so much. He continued to feel that pain, that discomfort that was still fresh. He felt the heat of fire for the first time and the cold of night. He ate food and talked to the family that had saved them. He asked so many questions about the earth and how they lived. The helped Malakiah get back on his feet and gave him the space and time to get a hold of his new found powers that came with being on earth. He tested himself in many ways as he healed. Although, he did not fully heal. Malakiah still has pain in his left leg and walks with a limp. If nothing else it reminds him of his fall. Of his life before freedom. Before envy. 

While staying with the family, Malakiah witnessed violence for the first. He was out in the yard with the eldest male of the family when their neighbor got into an argument with him. The argument broke out into a fight that ended the eldest man's life. Without much thought, Malakiah killed the neighbor by stabbing him over a hundred times before taking off. He never returned to the family but is still rather grateful for their care. 

From then on, Malakiah went on a journey to experience everything that he could possibly experience. He has lived a great many lives and done some truly disturbing things as his mind generally wonders towards the darker pleasures. For the most part, Kia is outgoing and relaxed about things. He is, however, extremely claustrophobic. He cannot stand feeling as though he is trapped. The first time Malakiah felt that way resulted in what the humans called a panic attack. They still strike him when the thought of being trapped enters his mind. Control is very important to Malakiah. The only time he likes to be out of control is when it comes to sex. Even then he will only allow someone he truly trusts to restrict his movements or tie him down. Kia does not like to talk about the fact that he has problems when it comes to small spaces, closed in areas and being tied down. Kia hasn’t come to terms with it in himself so going over that with someone else isn’t exactly on his to-do list. 

He has lost a great deal of people he has let himself care for over the years and has become rather wary of caring for anyone who isn’t immortal. Watching people age and die that he likes kills a little part of him. Kia, after all, does not get along with a great deal of people. He has gone to great extremes to save those who have gotten close to him. Sometimes Kia does regret saving them and other times he cannot help but know he’s right. One of the things that creates a great deal of envy in him is a couple that lives without fear and is just happy being together without any worry. Malakiah has never really felt that. He doesn’t think he ever will. While some things do really get to Malakiah, he is generally very happy with doing his own thing. He owns the Underpass and is out every night drinking far too much. He smokes like a chimney and loves to get in a bit of trouble. Whether that means sleeping with a married man or setting fire to someone's home really depends on the night. Nothing is off the table with Kia. 

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