Malafor Q. Rofelav
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| Malafor Q. Rofelav ♂ | |
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  Número Veintiuno | |
| Date of Birth | 30th January, 1871 (141) |
| Place of Birth | Ninety-Six, South Carolina, United States |
| Player | DesertVichy |
| Arrancar | |
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Appearance
Malefor stands at 6'3" and weighs 179 pounds. But one thing to notice about him is that many things on him/a part of him aren't what they seem. His hair, which is normally a dirty blond in color can either change from regular blond, or regular brown. His eyes, which are normally green can swap between blue and brown. Going back to his hair, it is possible it can go from its normal length of stopping at his shoulders to easily stopping just below his earlobe to stopping at his armpit (a trick caused by an illusion). The only things he is unable to change are his skin tone (which is a slightly darker shade of peach), where his mask fragment is (his right eye is his fragment and it alters his eye as well; it glows whatever color he changes it to) and any permanent markings (a carved scar of some strange demonic seal on both his palms and on his back). His uniform is the standard monochromatic one but with black crushed velvet in the form of a vest over a long sleeved shirt/jacket (hollowed out looking of course). At the ends of his slightly too long sleeves is a crushed black velvet trim. His slacks resemble bleached white casual dress pants with the same crushed velvet trim on the ends. His shoes resemble dress shoes however. Usually seen along with him is a solid black top hat with a 10 of Spades sewn into the left side.
Personality
To say Malefor is bad company would be an understatement of the most egregious kind. He's very untrustworthy, a kleptomaniac, sexist, conniving, manipulative, and just an all around asshole. Malefor is a con-artist and is usually seen around ANY place where there is a large number of people just so he can trick them out of possessions of the whatever kind using a southern accented showcase voice. He's extremely sociable, but doesn't trust the majority of people he comes across. Although an obvious fluke, he claims to know a person just by looking in their eyes. Given the chance, he can corrupt others into doing his bidding or turn them into his own little protege. Amidst all of this massive negativity, there is SOME decency in the man. He's actually fond of collecting coins from the past or other countries and keeps them hidden which is possibly why he doesn't trust anyone. He has much knowledge on the human body for one and truthfully, whenever he isn't doing anything bad, he's probably reading or being a little banker. The saying 'don't judge a book by its cover' doesn't apply to him however as his list racks up more harm than good. Also, it is assumed that Malafor appreciates males more than females, but he's not going to admit it himself.
History
Francis Gerald Samuel was born in Ninety-Six, South Carolina on January 30, 1871 to a carpetbagging father from Connecticut and a wealthy Ninety-Six native mother who was the daughter of a former southern mogul. The middle child of five, Francis would often, despite his mother's lineage, receive hand-me-down clothing from his older brothers to wear to school. He barely saw his busy father and his mother, while not tending to her own sickly parents, tended to the dealings of sharecroppers that shared their lavish plantation as well.
When Francis was six, his father was arrested and given jailtime for a plethora of scams, conning, and robbery of whatever a poll tax came the towns way. For the next 23 years, Francis' father would be out of the picture which would ultimately shape the boy's future without anyone's knowing. House life became quiet and solemn. And eventually, Francis' mother's parents passed away. They continued living in the same house for another two years until a letter from Francis Sr.'s father sent them packing from South Carolina to Connecticut. All five Donnahue children attended school in New Haven and all five received quality education. Francis' older brother, Michael, graduated once he turned 18 while his younger brother dropped out.
Right after the aforementioned brother dropped out, Francis met a Polish migrant boy by the name of Nikolaus, Nikki for short, while traveling around the city. The two became fast friends and everyday after schooling, Francis would go see him and his kindly family. It was one lazy Sunday afternoon when he found out Nikki's favorite pastime. A wealthy elderly couple had taken a stroll down the wrong street and ran into the 15 year old boy. Deciding to play a game with him, the Polish boy quickly unloaded them of 60% of the jewelry, gold, and silver they had on their persons at the time. The trick he used was a simple one: sweet talking the two into playing a ball in cup game. But unbeknownst to Francis, the reason they lost so much was due to an older brother named Kilik who robbed both blind in broad daylight. It wasn't until a few days later did he find out who they really were. And of course, the 13 year old Francis didn't care. He was more enthralled in the fact that the two seamlessly robbed people blind in the quietest fashion possibly known. And when Francis asked to learn, his answer quickly came back to a 'yes'.
Francis had a knack for confidence tricks and it took him no time to become a pro at it which surprised his teachers. Kilik was out of the picture by his 22nd birthday deciding to keep a low profile but Nikki and Francis continued on. The both of them started up an extremely successful conning school, pick-pocketing school, and charade school with all the street children and children living in poverty. The school ran on until five weeks after Francis' 19th birthday when both he and Nikki were apprehended and given jailtime. There the two stayed until Nikki's 21st birthday on May 21st. But the damage was done. Francis had become a kleptomaniac and subsequently developed a gambling problem from trying out luck based tricks and games on the streets. Nikki took advantage of the man's disorder and when the two of them were cast out, Nikki used Francis as a money making machine. Francis gypped people with an extremely high success rate but gained a temper if he failed. By the time the two had reached New York, Francis had caught onto what Nikki was doing and assaulted him for it.
Both immediately split ways and both went out on their own. Nikki became was well off. When he conned a few of the local tycoons, he stopped his street games and settled in a flat on the Lower East Side. Francis however, stole his way from home to home and quickly became homeless. His success rate plummeted from 77% to 12%. And the only thing that made up the 12% were immigrants and stupid people. Francis remained this way until a stranger visited him on the eve of his 30th birthday. This stranger seemed to know about his early life and before Francis could assault this man as well, the cloak was shed revealing Francis Sr., his father. As you know, Francis had a hard time believing his father until his father said something to fully convince him. Immediately, the older man apologized to his son for not being there and blamed himself for what happened to him. Tears were shed but the reunion was short lived as a familiar face appeared from the shadows. Nikki who had been watching the whole time confronted Francis and at the end of the confrontation, the Pole pulled out a gun, aimed it for Francis Jr's head and fired it thrice. Francis was dead before he hit the ground and just like two criminals, both Francis Sr. and Nikki fled leaving no trace of their presence.
In death, Francis wasn't locked to any building or object or place and wandered around the city. Almost three weeks went by until he stopped at a pub hearing a familiar voice. Both Nikki and his father sat in the building talking with a tearful father asking why did Nikki use him for such a heinous crime. Nikki responded with his stupidest sentence yet and his reason for his disproportionate retribution. Apparently, when he and Francis had a falling out, Francis added insult to injury by swiping his golden pin and had sold it that very same day receiving a bundle of money for it. He'd just found that out when he checked close to a month ago. Not only was that no reason to kill someone, Nikki made the very fatal mistake of talking about about him negatively in death. This pissed Francis off so much so it provided the main fuel to his hollowfication. There was pain and a loud ear splitting roar and by the time the two left the pub, Hollow Francis was there waiting and wasted no time in killing the both of them. Nikki was the first to die and his father was immediately after. But even with the both of them dead, Niki continued to thirst for blood which in our sense would be his never ending hunger. The whole pub went from over crowded to a bloody barren wreck in a matter of minutes. The leonine like figure of Hollow Francis continued roaming the city preying on souls, the living and whoever decided to cross his path, shinigami or no.
But soon Francis grew tired of the human world and after his 2185th (random number generator) meal in the human world he escaped into Hueco Mundo and began his routine all over again. Nothing moving was safe from this overly aggressive hollow as he attacked whatever hollow that crossed his path or attempted to prey on him. And humorously, he played games with his prey. Confusing them and then feasting on their confused bodies. One such hollow, a donkey like one, was a little harder to trick much less kill. It took some doing and a lot of it, but he only managed to walk away with a nice gash on his back and a good meal that wasn't satisfying enough. He continued feasting for decades until his possible 2000th meal. That's when, for some strange reason, an anomaly appeared on his hind legs. He ignored it at first going around searching for others to feast on until it grew to be a nuisance. His hindlegs were changing shape from regular feline like paws to something hooves almost. Except they weren't exactly hooves that he'd seen before as a horse, a mule, or a donkey. These were cloven, ragged and sharp as he himself could attest to.
There was this one voice that he remembered. One clear distinct voice and whenever it spoke to him it left a literal mark on him. First it was on his right paw and it bled profusely. The next time it appeared again on his left paw and that too did the same thing. After a while it stopped but that voice hung around his head like an angry gadfly. He was growing annoyed with it and when he told it to get lost, it simply replied back in a graveled voice that sounded backwards almost: "Remember the mark and remember it well." This now nameless hollow had all memories wiped completely after that one sentence had been uttered. The hollow couldn't remember his name at all but what he did remember were the seals on his paws. They burned like acid and even turned red for a few. That's when they both shot up taking the human faced mask by the right half of his face and that's when they both came dragging down with portions of a white mask and blood pouring as they did so. There was a loud yell and a sudden almost explosion like occurrence before a body was left in the wake of it. A naked body of a 'human' it seemed.
When this human came to, he was greeted by a small lizard who just blinked and stared at him confused. And the first thing out of the so called human's mouth? "Hello there, Malafor Q. Rofelav at you service dear sir or madam!" From there he proceeded what would be his normal routine, a game. Of course the lizard lost and before it could get away, Malafor snatched it up and messily devoured it with a snarky reply to its murder. That's when his eyes caught something very intriguing. A large castle of sorts...a very large castle. And where there was a castle, there were people. And Malafor, for some strange reason, just wanted to be around them. Just a nude man going around conning people....that seemed to be somewhat normal in so few opinions. So very, very normal. It didn't stay that way for long though...
Combat
Strengths
Malafor's extensive knowledge of the human body classifies as a strength. His manipulative nature is used frequently to try and discourage people. His illusionist tactics (which are low grade) are used to confuse people. Statistic wise the biggest things about him is his speedy nature since he can make a get away pretty fast and his endurance which helps him keep up that fast sprint for a maximum of 5 minutes. He has a slight pain tolerance as well but nothing too horrific or he'll cave in like a normal person.
Weaknesses
Malafor may be smart in a few subjects, but he's extremely stupid in others. His own manipulative tactics can be used against him as well which can fuel his atrocious temper. Just about anything can set Malafor off, but the one thing that does set him off is when something doesn't go his way. He is normally shown throwing a temper tantrum if this does happen. Statistic wise, his defense is so sub-par one solid punch is able to knock him into dreamland for a while. His attack is the second worst thing on him as he can't really make more than a slight crack on a stone face without either breaking his hand or hurting himself in the progress.
