I am Malvyn, I was named this by request of my father who saw a great future in me, even though he has never met me. People know me as the Wanderer, as I never stay in one place for long, helping people on the way. I do this, because by the wishes of both my parents my name will be a known one. This will not happen if I stay in one place to long.
I am a male half-elf, my mother was clearly a human so that leaves my father as an elf, although I can not say that with full certainty as I never met him. Growing up people around me other than my mother would make it very clear to me which race I was, mocking me for neither being a human or a "knife ear" as they said. Making me feel less of either, insecure but also strong. I am my own person, race does not define me.
I stand at a height of about 6'3 and my body is on the slim side, muscle buildup being a hard endeavour. I have long reddish brown hair most often tied into a messy bun, my eyes are a dull blue. My slightly tanned skin is relatively smooth although a bit gloomy looking around the face and eyes, with circles under my eyes and an over tired and bored neutral expression.
I generally love reading and following the works of mages and wizards, being able to do things most find impossible with the flick of the finger. I want to travel around and try to learn more about magic, its uses, and how to train my self in it. So that with that knowledge and power I can use it to make my name known, to eventually help these people, who often can not defend them selfs.
I believe that trough compassion and the act of helping others I can make the people of Medieval trust me, as a person to lead, as the Ruler of Kings. It will not be an easy path but it will be the right path, my mother believed in my till the end of her days so I will do the same till the end of mine. Conviction in one self is that which makes them truly powerful.
I met Yenifer when I left the tavern, she was leaning against a tree close by watching me leave, a warm smile on her face. When she approached me she introduced her self as my stepsister, this was confusing at first as my mother was dead and I knew nothing of my father. But then she explained that she was the daughter of my dads new fianc?, human and 5 years older. "Our" father send her, to watch over me as she had done for a while now she mentioned, this shocked me but knowing there where no ill intentions that worry quickly grew silent. Yenifer was very kind and warm, she made me feel nostalgic to the times I spent with my mother, I did not dislike these feelings. In actuality it was a feeling I had yearned for without realising, trough some conversation and explanation I told her my goals and those my parents set up for me. She of course knew my fathers expectations but after hearing mine I saw her expression although subtly chance to one of relieve, making me feel relieved. Like she and in an extension of her my father approved of my path.
House of Sorrows
The house of sorrows is in a way your mind, you are its master but also to an extent its slave so you can never leave. In the same way your children are an extension of you creations of the mind, Anxiety not taking things head on being worried about every little thing, and Gailen represents you hushing your self in a way not opening up to others, but if aggravated enough you can lash out in frustration. This is also why you have the ability to "create" things around the house, it is using your imagination, you have full control here. And the Autismark is society putting a label on you when your "children" where born or at least you thinking that. This all twists into a repeating cycle, this idea of how society looks at you feeding your anxiety and locking of from them, and when they get to close to irritating you lash out again, which in a way resets the cycle.
Reflections On Your Mother
My mother was a kind woman, I often felt as if I took up whole her hearth, and as things are now I fear that might have weakened her. She was always ready to help me with no time for her self, and only now I realise how precious that was. Yes she was truly kind but with that maybe also a bit cruel as that kindness made it so that I might never have that again.
A pause from Malvyn the Wanderer to share interesting fact from past years:
Today is: 18th September (GMT), in history on the 18th of September, 1993 AD the following event happened:
Kimberly Clarice Aiken (SC), 18, crowned 67th Miss America 1994