Malcolm Estepp

[Malcolm Estepp]

~Character Information~

Name and Nicknames:Malcolm Estepp
Birthday and Age:May 27th, 2000, 35 years old
Student or Adult:Adult
Gender:Male
Hair Color:Brown
Eye Color:Brown
Height:6'2''
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~Personality~

Passions: Gaining Power, Poker, Fire, Fear, Astronomy
Disdain: Weak mindedness, Self entitlement, Over zealous youngsters
Strengths: Commanding attention, Dark Arts, Leadership
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Impatient, Distracting Women
Worst Fear: Never reaching his potential power
Life long dream?: going down in history as a great. powerful wizard, to as feared as Harry Potter is loved.
Overall:
Malcolm is a laid back kind of guy. He is loyal and but aggressive when the situation needs to be. He has the ability to command attention and draw a crowd, most of the time in his favor, especially if beautiful women are involved. Although he gets into trouble sometimes, because the women have an uncanny ability at distracted from him work.

The thing Malcolm hates the most, are week minded, self entitled fools. People that think they are better than everybody because they have a special ability or are a high ranking official, or have come into ownership of a certain powerful object. This being a reference to Harry Potter, and the Elder Wand, that should have belonged to Vladimir.

Malcolm wishes to be a great wizard of wide, and fruitful power. He wants to gain power, and a lot of it. He is willing to do anything to gain it, which is why he is perfect for the job that Vladimir assigned him. He wished to be as great as he is on day.

~ History~

Family

Blood Status: Pure Blood
Parents:Marcus Estepp, Patricia Estepp
Siblings:Only Child
Other: Grandparents killed in 2nd Wizarding war
History:
Malcolm was told he was magical from the time he could understand words. His parents never tried to hide anything from him. With his parents doing magical acts in front of him since he was born, that fueled Malcolm and his quest for power even when he was a tot sitting on his mothers lap. He came into his own power when he was around 8 years old. His first magical act was breaking a window, just because he was angry. He was in a horrible mood because he was denied something he wanted, and he got so very angry he looked at a window and it burst into pieces. His parents did not know whether to be upset at him or rejoice in happiness.

He was privately tutored from the start of his magical ability all the way through what muggles would call tenth grade. Then after that he attended Providence Academy , and then later was accepted into Greens, but later was kicked out for his bad ways.

After leaving Greens, Malcolm was lost and looking for someone to look up to. He was in Herman's Hideaway Pub one evening enjoying his favorite drink, a whiskey sour, when the most glorious wizard walked past him. e later found out he was Lord Vladimir, and was instantly drawn to him. That was a wizard with POWER. He eventually got in Vladimir's good graces, and was given a task by him. Malcolm was to go back to Providence and recruit reapers for Lord Vladimir's purpose. We was to meet a ally, and together they were to work on Vladimir's goal.

~Final Stage~

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RP Sample:
Standing on the edge of the mystic forest, Malcolm set his gaze on Providence, a town he once new well. He inhaled deeply and walked out of the shadow of the great trees looming. "A town full of lost souls, and confused young-lings, just waiting to be scooped up for my well worth cause." He slowly walked around the town and re-familiarized himself with the somewhat familiar surroundings. His mind was racing with thoughts, where should he begin? Would he live up to Lord Vladimir's expectations? And where was this ally he was supposed to be meeting up with, this Hameus?

All of the thinking and the long trip over sees had drained Malcolm and he needed a place to regain his strength. He remembered there had once been a ski resort her at Providence, and headed in the direction his somewhat fuzzy memory had pointed him to toward. Success! The resort still stood and he had found a place to rest for the night, until he saw about a house tomorrow. He smiled when he was shown to his room, it was nice, very nice, he was starting to get a taste for the nicer things in life, he was starting to feel what great power could do for him, and he didn't mind it, not one bit.