IndividualCharacter's full name: Malcolm "Mal" Sterling
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Silent Sparrow, Web Novelist since 2001
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Date of Birth: 5/01/1989
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Calgary Alberta, Canada
Nationality: American (now)
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Norwegian
Appearance
Hair color and style: Brown, side-swept.
Skin Tone: Mild Caucasian, not too tan.
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6'1"
Build: Decent build, some muscles. Looks good with his shirt off, but not hulked out.
Visible mutation: None
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: None
Other features: A devilish smile, if you fall for that type of thing.
Everyday clothing style: Casual. He may or may not have his own vest that says "writer" on it. You know, just for kicks. He definitely does NOT follow mutants around for research and need actual bulletproof protection. (Are points taken away for lying on this? He sucked at school, unless it was creative writing. Did not half-a** stuff at ALL)
Uniform: Writer vest! Totally legit.
Sleepwear: Butt....nekkid.
Miscellaneous clothing: None
Character
Personality: Mal is a flirty, mischievous, up to no good man. He loves mutants, loves to research them and gains inspiration for his very popular webnovel by tracking their life experiences. Since he has no powers, the only thing he can do is embrace the power of the written word! He thinks diving into dangerous situations is such a thrill, and may or may not be a bit of an adrenaline junkie. Sitting down for tea with a half-harpy is totally normal in his world, and he is the sort of person who will chase a stranger down the street just to get feedback on how amazing it feels to have a tail *le gasp!*
Hobbies/ Interests: Stalkin---uh, studying mutants. Totally normal. He has a well trained, professional mindset toward all of this. Totally, normal. Nooooormalll. (seriously, points off for lying?)
Job or part time job and description: Webnovelist, actually fairly successful. He makes a living with it and his fans send him gifts from time to time. He isn't exactly living in a penthouse but he could afford a life-sized replica of a Star Trooper. That's normal, right?
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Being invisible, being unnoticed. Not having attention.
Special talents: A devilish smile. Oh wait, we said that already. Suave nature? An ability to make women swoon at the knees when he comes by? He thinks that's special.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: He is on the side of the pursuit of freedom of the written word! Neutral? Why are we so keen to label people.
Mutations
Mutation description:
N/A, he is human!
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: He works out (sorta). He can lift things (kinda). He can run up two flights of stairs without getting super terribly winded! He can carry a girl over a doorstep and do what needs to be done, but he may need some coffee in the morning. Writers gotta write.
Fighting Style: *pulls out phone* 911? Seriously, He's a human. He is not going to fight if he can handle it.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Calling for help is the best way to make someone ELSE get the bloody nose.
History Of Your Character
Mal grew up as a child in Canada, as a rather undeveloped nerd. He spent much of his childhood reading comics, dreaming of bigger things, and frankly, not paying enough attention at school. His family moved to America shortly before the mutant situation started to grow, and by then, he found his dream: to be...a superhero! But, it seemed harder than expected to suddenly spawn an X gene, so he had to settle with becoming their number one fanboy. He made friends with people of all varieties of talents, sizes, mutations, and he made notes of all of it. During the day, he worked at gas stations and drive-ins, and at night, he honed his writing abilities.
In his late 20's, his webnovel started taking off, and this enabled him to really pursue his career. He no longer had to work at the Tasty Freeze (although, he got some great phone numbers in those days), and now he can spend his time flirting, writing, and being the nerd he loves to be. He was thirty, flirty, and thriving! Life, was his Oyster.
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Mati
Where did you learn about this site?: I exist. For long long time.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Tses, Evelyn, Zaid.
Sample RP:
Mal paused, his pen poised above his notepad, as his companion broke into a coughing fit. Little flecks of slime splattered the table, but he didn't budge. Fascinating. The wet, froglike eyes blinked at him, and a grey hand pulled their glass of water closer for a drink.
"And how long was it before you started secreting mucus? Is it exactly like an amphibian, or are their differences? Did you ever get it analyzed?" He made little checkmarks on his list, and his companion sighed.
"They ran a few test when I first develripppet. But after that time there wasn't much croooak-use." Long lashes blinked sadly, and he leaned closer, fascinated. "Does the protective film on your eyes dry out on land? Have you tested what depth you could dive to? I hear a lot of amphibians have better resistance to aquatic pressure. Have you gone into cold weather to test your anti-freeze capabilities in your blood?"
"Anti-freeze? I'm a frooooog." The stranger scoffed.
"Ah, but some amphibians can survive even being frozen to death. They have this natural mechanism in their system that prevents the blood from freezing, then they slow their heartbeat and--"
"No, I do not, I cannot....I would freeeeze."
"Ah, well, thank you, so much, for this wonderful information!" Malcom could tell his companion was reaching their limit, and quickly stood, setting some money on the table. "I have one other interview today, so I apologize for leaving in such a rush. But darling, it was such a pleasure spending time with you. Should you find yourself with any new advancements, please, reach out to me." He put on his jacket as the large eyes blinked sloooowly back at him. At the door, he flashed a grin. "And tell me if you test the blood thing! A few hours in the freezer might do the trick!" With a wave, he took off onto the street, humming to himself.
