Malaki Darkshadow
"Amongst you walks a killer," said the mother of a man no one knew."If he kills, we will know him," retorted a man from the back of the room.
"Not if he is what you are."
There are three kinds of people in this world. Leaders, followers and victims. Malaki Darkshadow is none of them. Malaki Darkshadow is a killer. His is a breed alone, and a breed that makes people shiver when they lock their doors at night. He is of a breed that lends fright to the nightmares keeping strong men awake at night.
The word of men is shit to him. Deeds of honour don't matter to him. Pain is next to nothing to him. This world is his own; for his baby brother, he fights, he tortures. He kills. Using word and deed against men, he brings his Familia closer to attaining a goal nobody has the ability to discover.
Between life and fatherly gifts, of fists and belts and boots throughout his life, there is little Malaki believes in, more than the family he lives within, now. He trusts no man outside them, and gives heed to none save those who know more than him. As time passes, those are becoming fewer and farther between his stops in life.