--Z E K E .. H O C H I A N--

{Nickname(s)}

Just Zeke. Maybe Hoch.

{Age}

Twenty five

{Gender}

Male

{Birthday}

November 6th

{Sexuality}

Unsure. He’s never really looked at men like that.

{Voice}

Soft, low and honeyed, whimsical. Like a sorrowful tale spoken with a fanciful tongue.

{Appearance}

Facial structure angular, alike to a diamond, he has high cheekbones, prominent just beneath sunken eyes. Eyes which brew decisively like the calmest cyclone. A pale gray pigment with hints of bronze just faintly peppered beside the pupil, overthrown by the dainty pale streaks of silver when cast in sunlight. Narrowed and upturned with onyx lashes that elusively spill over his sight, lengthy and with the lower curled acutely around his bottom lid. –Like a dark ring; contrasted with the small peeks of fair, exposed flesh. Beneath such slender optics lie the evidence of permanent exhaust; gleaned pigmentation of small eyebags.

Zeke’s nose is of a grecian structure, evenly sloped besides its slight detour upon his facial configuration. Crooked and marginally lifted at the end, averagely pointed with the lack of a bulbous finish and paired with an oval contour concerning his nasal passageways. With vaguely hollowed cheeks and a strict jawline, he’s consistently clean shaven, although his sideburns remain prominent, dark until mistily faded at his earlobe. Zeke's hair is moderately sable; an inky black with the pleasant pattern of curls.

Improper ringlets, but soft ticks and curves that make it appear buoyant. His hair is riotous and thick, stylized like a tapering mullet. It's full at the front and yet thins handsomely at the back, the sides faded considerably like elfin smoke on a screen. He has squared ears, part of his right lobe concerningly absent, unaccounted for with the jagged flesh left as remains. His skin is a slightly warm porcelain, lips fuller at the bottom, slender at the top; heavy lower lips with a basic peach tone, vaguely scarred. It's a singular scar, reaching just above his mouth and furling delicately past his top lip.

The last of his distinctive markings would be the quaint beauty mark just beneath his left eye, a petite curvature which fairly compliments the stark ashen of his irises. Concerning his dental properties, Zeke possesses slightly longer front teeth, pointier canines which at times can finely enhance the quality of his bold, tight smiles. His smiles, his expressions, all appear soft; sincere. Like fog on a dry branch. His eyebrows are straight, thick at the front where the concave of his nose just begins. The tail ceases into an attenuate arch, a gentle prick; fondly faded, just enough to exude a simple touch of innocence and novelty.

Equipped with the measurements of 6’3 regarding height, Zeke naturally has longer limbs. His pecs are just barely protuberant, his chest moderately peppered with cow-licks of body hair. Further down is where the most of his athletic mass appears visually. Cutting abs and a vague view of protruding ribs just below his bosom. His biceps are “slender” per say. Barely large enough so as to compete in a show of quality. Forearms slim and yet connected to square palms and long fingers; thick ridges of veins swarming his knuckles, Zeke's hands could be his greatest weapon. His sparse abdominal hairs which tread well past his v-line might as well be mentioned too, and probably the factor of his thickened thighs with well harbored strength.

{Attributes}

|-Violent |-Sweet |-Flirtatious |-Musing |-Jokingly coy |-Sly |-Scheming |-Teasing |-Wicked |-Idiotic |-Threatening |-Jerk |-Jealous |-Short/blunt |-Oddly patient. |-Cocky |-Cheeky

{Personality}

Sweetly dangerous. That alone could be an accurate depiction of Zeke Hochian. Suspiciously kind, compassionate. All the while a serrated blade would be twirled elegantly against the throat. He’s superficial, curiously aggressive, faintly violent. And how can one be only half cruel? Well, while being inquisitive does have its perks, it's a trait that entangles Zeke with his “victims” more than he’d often like. Despite his toying, deserting nature, Hoch develops facile, easy bonds, numerous in quantity with varying attachments. Opportunistic. That's the sort of predator he is. What is one to do with all his pertinent scope after all?

A favorable manner in which he mostly behaves would be his bashful, coquettish conduct, teasingly displaying his questionable etiquette upon the most stiff of faces. Purposefully, he’ll target one's discomfort, transforming himself into the newest damsel, one that would preferably need some rescuing. Coaxing others to pity him would be the least shameless thing he could do, something Zeke rather enjoys; similar to that of a hobby. An odd one, but something he favors nonetheless. He’s curt, skipping to points, fast-forwarding to the good stuff. With that said, Zeke is quite insulting, and yet polite. It's a charming propriety, isn’t it?

Zeke is bold, vampish. He’s an active man in the trend of courtship. Though lust would be the mighty least of his desires; exploiting those starved of simple affections would be his fancied department. He’s a crafty character, though his idiocy is far from a mere substitution, rather something that's a concrete segment of himself that makes its cold appearance daily. From morning to night, he can never be taught how to read. Jealousy, yes. Zeke is a jealous creature, although very few witness his saccharine wrath; a small smile with ominous, damning eyes.

{Likes}

>Being a pest.| How can one not turn pesky on a good sunny morning.

>Bribes.|One can’t be too good.

>Trading.| “I’ll trade this baby for that carrot”

>Riots.|Almost self-explanatory.

>Pain.|Heheheh..

{Dislikes}

>Disobedience.|Who would honestly like this?

>Backstabbing.| “It’s only funny when I do it.”

>Loans.|Imagine almost dying, rejoicing that you're alive, and then remembering that you’re in debt.

>Children.|They die too quickly.

>Hard work.| “I swear if I get a hangnail-”

{Affiliations}

–His small crew of outlaws who mostly rob the poor. He’ll have to search for them too.

–A brief acquaintance of His Majesty. (A short visit in his cell in which the floors quickly inhabited a royal glob of spit.)

{Significant other}

–Corsille./His bride to be

{Other}.

Zeke wears both gold and silver bands on his fingers. None of which have jewels. Only simple engravings, or none at all.

He is mostly wanted because of the prominent danger he and his band can/have cause(d) on the wealthy capital.

{Theme Song(s)}

1st Song

2nd Song

3rd Song

M A L A C H I

Nicknames?

None.

Age?

25 years.

Gender?

Male.

Birthday?

April 10th.

Sexuality?

He's been attracted to both men and women, so he'd say bisexual.Though he hasn't had an actual relationship with either.

Voice?

As an Imperial Knight, he rarely has occasion to raise his voice, or even speak, so when he does, it's- can a voice be described as rusty?- a little too low, a little too gravelly, catching in his throat.

Appearance?

As any Imperial Knight should be, Malachi is conventionally attractive- warm brown skin, expressive eyes, curly hair. His skin is far from unblemished, of course- the inevitable sunburn has taken its toll- but compared to the other knights, it would be almost pristine. No scars, grime or anything of the sort. He is clean-shaven as well, though that's a requirement for someone of his position. Genetically, he's been granted the bare minimum of body hair- and therefore his arms, legs, and the back of his hands have very little visible hair.

A square jawline, defined lips with the upper one being larger, and what would be described as a snub nose. No prominent cheekbones, but they are set quite a bit lower on his face. He's always been well-fed, and therefore has the healthy appearance of someone's who's never gone hungry in his life. His eyes are fringed with short but thick eyelashes, almond-shaped and slightly upturned. Light grey, but shot through with hazel, green and even specks of amber, giving him a somewhat 'exotic' look- though he despises the term. Above them, his eyebrows are thick, but fade away at the edges, appearing to be smaller than their actual size. It gives him the appearance of a cat, seeing how they resemble the two markings some cats have above their eyes.

His hair is cropped short, as practicality would insist, shaved cleanly on the sides, and left longer on top. It's curly by nature, and so poofs up a little, but maintains a neat appearance. In texture, it's mostly soft and light, without much volume or shine to it. It's a dark brown shade in color, not dark enough to be mistaken for black, but not light enough to honestly be described as plain "brown". When light filters through it, it almost turns copper-coloured, though that goes for the type of light- in this case, early morning sun.

Malachi stands at a good 6'1 in height, and is built like most of the other Imperial Knights- lean, but quite obviously muscled. His upper body is triangle-shaped, for lack of a better description; broad shoulders going down to a slim waist. Most of the muscle is visible in his biceps and abdomen, not that he regularly displays the latter to the public. His legs are somewhat skinny-looking in comparison, and make up quite a bit of his height.

Unreserved emotions are very rarely seen- apart from the stoic face he keeps while on duty. It's bled into his daily life, any other expression he attempts are curbed to some point- tight smiles, the slightest creases between his brows, a raised eyebrow. Even when he laughs, he seems to catch himself and tone it down to something contained, maybe a chuckle. He has gotten used to communicating with his fellow Imperial Knights through glances and discreet hand-signs, and he's quite good with picking up on body language.

Personality?

reserved, closed-off, non-confrontational (at first)

Malachi is, by combination of both nature and rules that have been drilled into him since he was thirteen, someone who rarely speaks out about his opinions- at least with the people he's around at this point of his life. He stays neutral, if you will, giving no reason for anyone to attack him. They don't want to hear what you think. He's actually fine with that. He can think what he wants to himself, and stays unmoved by anything on the outside. Even if someone has the most outrageous, plain ridiculous opinions, he won't try to correct them. And they wouldn't listen anyway- not when he's just a knight, and an Imperial one at that. When someone asks for his view, he gives the most non-committal answer he can think of, though that may not be necessarily what he thinks.

self-conscious, perfectionist, constantly alert

Perhaps as a result of being the center of attention of the entire servant population, Malachi watches every move he makes. Careful not to slip up, because minor or not, there will definitely be at least one pair of eyes that silently catches it and stores it away to share later. He hates the feeling of being judged. For that reason, he makes sure everything is immaculate when he steps out- be it his clothing, appearance, conduct. He also is constantly aware of whatever people surround him, whether they're whispering, staring with the tiniest bit of hostility or resentment. And if he feel's he's not adequate at a task or skill, he'll work on it until he's satisfied.

passive-agressive, critical, observant

Though Malachi is quiet outside, he's not a doormat. He will exhibit petty and micro-aggressive behaviour- rare, sure, but it's not an unknown occurence. Just enough to be noticeable. Maybe purposely creating trouble or more work for someone if he's sure he won't get caught, and if they did something to really annoy him. Childish, yeah, okay, but it's his way of venting his frustration. Plus, he gets away with it.

Malachi is also very observant when it comes to both himself and others. Which helps while training, so he can manage both his and his fellow Imperial Knights' form. And his harsh critiquing of himself, which does end up with cleaner results, but he also catches the flaws in the others. Which he can't exactly go up and point out to them, so they just stay as they are, irritatingly. A major annoyance.

(a little) sheltered, stubborn, opinionated

Having grown up inside the city for the entirety of his life, and never once actually having travelled beyond the road to the adjoining kingdoms, Malachi has very little idea of the layout of the world outside the walls. Of course he's studied maps and books, but he's seen or encountered almost nothing firsthand. He's never fought off bandits, nor feral wild-dogs, not to mention any mythical creatures. And much less poverty, hunger or any sort of conflict.

strong morals, cautious, reliable

naive, does not do well in chaos, defensive

somewhat easily manipulated, empathetic, caring

Likes?

Dislikes?

Affiliations?

History?

Significant Other?

None.

Theme Song(s)?