Birthday: Yaris, 33rd 2692
Age: 26
FC: Henry Cavill
Place of Origin: Vienda, Anaxas
Current Location: Old Rose Harbor
Occupation: Thug / Spy
Dark hair, blue eyes, and a small little smirk is the default expression of this semi-giant. Standing at the impressive height of 6'6 feet, it is obvious that Wikus works hard to maintain a proper build and to hone his appearance as close as possible to perfection. His physique is bloated with his regular exercising and as big as his limited diet allows it to grow. Facially, Wikus enjoys the benefits of an attractive and manly face, composed of round-ish face, a strong jaw, and defined cheekbones. His hair is pitch black, and his facial hair often creeps on him. Sometimes he lets it grow into a beard, sometimes into a mustache and, most often, into a stubble of variable density.
As expected from his height and girth, Wikus is clunky in his movement and as imposing as a human can get. In social situations where he is not abused, Wikus walks tall and proud, with a refined posture rarely seen in humanity. When in the presence of the Galdor, however, Wikus slouches in obedience, eyes stuck to the floor and his pride strangled by the presence of his betters.
His approach towards others is often laidback, but it varies depending on the relationship in question. With those that are his equals, he's not afraid to speak his mind and use vulgarity. With his customers, he is polite, attentive, and even if he is silently judgmental, he rarely speaks freely. Nevertheless, his poise, his biological advantages, and his peculiar swagger make him a sort of tower from which the eyes of the beholder can see many things; a leader, a friend, a foe, or, simply a boor capable of doing a lot of damage.
Wikus is, at first glance, a pure narcissist. He is emotionally shallow, self-obsessed, and has an extremely overgrown ego. Wikus takes delight in detailing almost every single detail of his property and physical attributes. Regardless of his human heritage and his otherwise poor lifestyle, there seems to be a deep belief in him that he was meant for something extraordinary, that he was born special and, thus, he is far above every other individual (or race). Not necessarily slow in the head, Wikus is a man ruled mostly by his powerful and childish emotions rather than logic and facts.
Internally, and often manifesting in privacy, Wikus is ruled by extreme self-loathing and unbound anger. His narcissism mingles with these two emotions to create a cruel, ruthless and merciless being. He is not afraid to betray those around him, no matter if once or repeatedly, regardless of what they stand to lose. There is a deep fear in him of becoming ugly, be it by his own neglect of his looks or by external forces. Much smarter than he appears, this intellect is, once again, destroyed by his impulsive needs and violent anger.
Among his peers, Wikus presents himself as charming and a trustworthy ally, or so he tries. Those that spend long periods of time with him can, eventually, see the fury that filters through his smiles, his winks, and his every word.
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ENTREPRENEUR ESTP, -A/-T
Entrepreneurs always have an impact on their immediate surroundings – the best way to spot them at a party is to look for the whirling eddy of people flitting about them as they move from group to group. Laughing and entertaining with a blunt and earthy humor, Entrepreneur personalities love to be the center of attention. If an audience member is asked to come on stage, Entrepreneurs volunteer – or volunteer a shy friend.
Theory, abstract concepts and plodding discussions about global issues and their implications don’t keep Entrepreneurs interested for long. Entrepreneurs keep their conversation energetic, with a good dose of intelligence, but they like to talk about what is – or better yet, to just go out and do it. Entrepreneurs leap before they look, fixing their mistakes as they go, rather than sitting idle, preparing contingencies and escape clauses.
Wikus Malachini was born to Manfred and Zannifer in a small rural town near Vienda. It was a small human household, with two parents that worked growing cotton. They weren’t malnourished, but they didn’t have the coin for luxuries. Wikus’ childhood was spent in that place until the age of nine. By then, he knew how the business worked, helped his parents as much as he could, and, overall, was a pretty normal human kid. Then everything changed. The Seventen burst into their home at night and took them prisoner. Everything was undone.
He doesn’t know why this happened, although the main reason was surely something relating to the Freedom Fighters. As far as Wikus knew, his parents were innocent. His words held no weight. The household was confiscated, and the family was separated. Wikus had the luck of being selected as a house servant rather than tossed into the streets, becoming a servant for the Galdor.. Not a slave, but a servant, Wikus spent some time jumping between households, learning to serve his betters, waiting for the day his father would purchase his freedom. At the age of thirteen, he ended up in the mansion of one Vertan Palacchio.
Palacchio was the quintessential Galdor; shallow, posh, rich and very influential. He was also extremely cruel. He was obsessed with beauty. A stain could make him lose his breath, a pimple could make him cry. Wikus, just like every other servant, had to take extreme care of themselves least they angered their master. When this happened, it was nothing short of terror. Palacchio would either kill, or, most often, try to fix the defects with his magic. When this didn’t happen, he’d manipulate and influence his servants to compete among themselves to remain on his good side, stating that he would make staff reductions based on looks. Men, women and children were made to fight among themselves, rarely with fists, but mostly with betrayal. They’d sabotage their hair gels, stain the uniforms of one or the other.
The Galdor, even if terrified of ugliness, left his mansion often. He was scouting the most perfect individuals he could find, and handing them out an exclusive invitation to what he was most known for; Hurte’s Gala of Extraordinary Men and Women. a party where beauty was paramount. Palacchio, unlike most Galdor, didn’t discriminate by race or backstory. As long as his candidates had a good taste of fashion, had wealth, and had the beauty, they would be invited to this exclusive event.
Wikus was quick to learn the business of survival. In the three years he served Palacchio, Wikus had betrayed most of the other staff - his only friends. This left him torn, slightly damaged, yet nonetheless convinced this was the only way to survive. Then his father, absent all these years, had paid for Wikus’ return, and Wikus broke. Back into the outside world, Wikus’ memories of Palacchio’s mansion slowly began tormenting him in the nights, obsessed with the things done and the events witnessed. Regardless of their biological relationship, the two had strong personalities and clashed often.
One night, Wikus confronted his father. The two had a heated verbal exchange. Wikus called Manfred liar, selfish, bastard. Manfred called Wikus childish, immature, and ‘an ugly Galdori puppet’. Wikus struck him, again and again, and when he stopped, Manfred was never Manfred again - his mind was gone, stuck between places. Now in charge and with nothing in his life but his past, Wikus became obsessed with returning to Palacchio.
And so he became Wikus Maxxos, a man that tried to achieve wealth and perfection, so that one day, he may stand before Palacchio and squeeze the life out of him.
Mental | Physical | Social |
Poor | Good | Average |
·Become Wealthy
·Become as perfect as possible.
·Get into the Gala.
·Kill Palacchio.