The Abraxas Brood

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Name: Malleus
Gender: Male
Design: Design #1
Personality: Steadfast and loyal, Malleus is the rock upon which his family is always welcome to stand. As a child he craved the attention of his father and learned quite quickly that the best way to get it was to be perfect. If disobedience had ever been a part of his makeup Malleus abandoned it the moment that realization struck him. That conclusion is responsible for much of this demigod's stoic personality. He is courageous in the face of adversity, calm under pressure, and loyal to a fault. While he is consumed with his own desires and selfish almost to a fault among mortals, when it comes to his family the reverse is true. For the good of the family Malleus is willing to put their needs above his own. One day the Abraxas will reclaim their rightful place among the stars; if he has to sacrifice today to make that happen, so be it.

First and foremost Malleus is a prince of heaven; a son of the fallen god. His only equals are the rest of the Abraxas horde and this firmly held belief has a way of coloring his interactions with outsiders. More often than not, with them, he is haughty, aloof and quick to lash out with scorn. A wolf doesn't concern himself with the opinions of sheep; the same too can be said of gods and men.

Malleus could best be described as the strong silent type. Beneath his quiet, brooding exterior is a rich inner world governed by a sharp, analytical mind. He is a planner, a plotter, a long-ranged thinker, and he prides himself as the kind of person who can make difficult decisions. To those that don't know him Malleus probably seems like nothing more than a sulking henchman, but those that do know him know that he is quick to smile and eager to pepper those dearest with subtle affection.

Plans: Malleus will replace Uvall as one of Amon's sons. Mally will want to stick close to his family. He's loyal to his father and sees himself as a valuable asset in Amon's campaign for supremacy. At the moment he thinks he'd make a good second in command, but perhaps one day he'll see himself as more than just a useful tool.

RP Sample: Some ways away his father was speaking to one of his many cousins. The distance between them made it impossible for Malleus to hear what his father was saying but he knew by the demigod's stance that his cousin was getting his ass chewed. He knew that look - that venomous sneer - and even now it struck a chord with the titan. It took him back to his childhood. Once, and only once, Malleus' fear had gotten the better of him. He didn't remember what he'd done wrong but he vividly remembered the look on his father's face as the man thundered towards him. With a roar his father was in his face demanding an explanation...and then it happened. His fear had gripped him by the belly and before he could stop it, the small boy had pissed all over himself. The smell filled the air as hot urine ran down his legs. His face flushed with embarrassment as he curled in on himself in a desperate attempt to melt into the muddy piss puddle beneath him. Anything. He would have done anything to escape that moment. To escape the look of disgust and disappointment that had come across his father's face.

A frown depressed the corners of Malleus' mouth. The shame that had flooded his chest then filled him now. His frown deepened as the shame ate at him and then, catching himself, the prince shook his head to clear away the sour memories. He wasn't a child any longer. More importantly, he wasn't getting his ass chewed. Since that day Malleus had made it his life's goal to earn his father's praise. He had twisted and twisted, finally contorting himself into the perfect son. Long gone was the boy who'd pissed himself in fear. The boy who had gone off on his own to cry when he'd learned that his mother had left.

In that boy's place was a man who would make his father proud.

With a dismissive sniff Malleus rose and turned his back on his young cousin. Today it might sting to be dressed down in front of his peers, but in time the boy would learn. While he might be upset now, one day he would realize that Amon had done him a favor. He was being sharpened and honed for greatness. What he needed was a thicker skin and a harder heart. Once he had those he could wear them like armor and none would be able to harm him.