Of average height and the bearer of an appearance cultivated to leave as little of a lasting impression upon cursory inspection, Malakai was nigh indistinguishable from any of his peers, a fact that he undoubtedly took an immense satisfaction and pride in - a penchant for subterfuge and anonymity that coalesced to produce one - visibly - quite unremarkable man.

A creature thoroughly content with remaining as much of an enigma out of the reach of others - honing a talent to lull others into a comfortability in their perceived knowledge of knowing much of him, while masking his true intentions.

He was possessed of dry wit and cynicism and a penchant for oft times crudely charming commentary, with a morbid sense of humor to say the least. Malakai bore all the hallmarks of a predatory creature who'd just as easily hunt for the thrill of sport, if not for the meat.


A vigorous lifestyle not bereft of its fair share of conflict and strife produced a frame not unlike others of his vocation. Sturdily built but a far cry from visibly intimidating, Elias' talents lie more in the realm of those proficient with clandestine activity than any overbearing bruiser's physique. Wiry musculature lay beneath flesh, his legs far more pronounced in their strength than the rest of him though this was hardly to say that the remainder of his body was found lacking, as he remained capable all throughout.

His garb was strictly utilitarian; foregoing any unnecessary components or accoutrements ill-befitting his lifestyle, and eliminating the risk of having anything that might've otherwise slowed him down. Often times muted, dulled tones of color intermingling with chain and leather armor predominantly provided all the coverage and protection that he needed, all well-worn and weathered from extensive use. In a stark contrast, the means in which one might've assumed he defended himself present upon his form remained, by sight, remarkably underutilized or perhaps they were just lavished with a meticulous care to keep them maintained.