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Player Information:

Name or Handle:  Pat
LJ: astheniafreak
Email: pm4142@comcast.net
AIM or MSN name: astheniafreak182
Any current characters here?:  Anakin Solo, John Winchester
Would you like a protocol droid?: wazzat?

Character Information:

Character Name: Malcolm Reynold
Age: 31-49 (not kidding)
Canon:  Firefly/Serenity
Appearance: Malcolm Reynolds is a handsome, handsome man. He is so handsome in fact that most people tend to not notice how large his nose is. No really. It's never ever mentioned.
In terms of clothing he tends to lean towards the more mundane aspects of fashion, although he can pull of the suspenders look.

Personality:

Malcolm Reynolds is broken. He prefers it that way. Why? Because if he’s broken, that means he got broken doing what he wanted to do. The freedom to make his own choices, and mistakes, is the center of Mal’s entire existence. He even fought in a war to give everyone that freedom. It’s this war that shaped Mal into the man he is today. Specifically, the Battle of Serenity. The loss there forced Mal to take his faith in a higher power and throw it out the airlock and changed him from a light-hearted and excitable person into a broken… light-hearted and excitable person.

Mal’s always used sarcasm and humor but after losing the war he used it as a crutch and a means of closing himself off from the rest of the world. Now he’s so used to it that it’s actually become a part of his core. It comes so quickly it almost seems unfiltered and in many ways this mirrors Mal’s inner emotions.

Mal isn’t one for putting his emotions out in the open, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t. Anyone that knows Malcolm Reynolds can read him like an open book and this frustrates him to the ends of the ‘verse.  Even though he sees this as a weakness and the means to manipulating him it’s actually one of his greatest strengths. He inspires people and they love to be around him, most of the time. His anger can get the best of him and he can be a little cold, but he’s earned the right to be that way. Even so, he does his best to befriend the people he likes and when Mal likes you, you can consider yourself backed. You’re on his crew. Why are we still talking about this?

Mal’s one of the most fiercely loyal people you’ll ever meet. When I say fierce, I mean fierce. The actual meaning of the word, NOT what Tyra Banks means when she uses it. B|

Background: Prepare for link onslaught! Honestly, it makes it easier for all of us if I give you a series of links rather than sum up the whole series in a haphazardly paragraph :)
Malcolm Reynolds: Firefly wiki
Firefly wikipage about the TV series with a link to a description of each episode.
Comics: Better Days and Those Left Behind
Serenity (film)

Special Abilities or Weapons: He doesn't really have any special abilities. His an expert marksman, even better on a quick draw and he can pilot a ship well enough. He can also brawl and take a beating like no one's business.

Sect: Civilian

Job: Smuggler


Samples:

First Person:  I love this stuff

Third Person:
"Smah-wha-huh," Malcolm Reynolds asked his private quarters upon awakening hanging off the edge of his bunk. He clambered off and up onto his feet and grabbed a shirt. Pulling it on, he stretched out his stiff muscles and made his way to the hatch before climbing out into the dark hallway.

Mal turned in the direction of the helm and heard little hands tinkering with something. He thought better of entering, he didn't even want to think about what River was pulling apart now, and turned in the opposite direction to head toward the mess. He tip-toed past Jayne's quarters, not because he was afraid but because... well, who wanted to deal with Jayne on a regular basis? Mal sure didn't, although he often had to.

Finally making it to the mess, Mal grabbed his coat from the back of a chair and stopped for a moment. Closing his eyes he relaxed and listened to the sweet sounds Serenity was making. Mal was Serenity and Serenity was freedom. Nothing contended with the hum of her machinations in Mal's opinion. He even loved the clunking noise. Wait. Clunking noise?

Mal scowled and threw his coat back onto a chair. "KAYLEE," he roared as he stormed in the direction of the engine room. "What was that you said about another week?!"

Anything Else: Hutt Porn and Ebon Hawk