MALACHITE THE HEDGEHOG
30+ OOC // MDNI // REVIVED BY ARK
ABOUT
GENERAL INFO :
Name origin : The colour of his fur and his eyes.
Nickname, if any : None.
Birth date : 29th of January.
Place of birth : Station Square.
Religion : Paganism? Unsure, really. He's connected to the spirit realm.
Degree of religious practice : None, now has been forced to find some spirituality.
Brief description of home : Previously lived in a high-rise apartment, now lives in a smaller apartment.
Does he live with anyone? : Not WITH but NEARBY to Crystal.
Describe the area in which he lives : Previously in the city, moved to be nearer to the woods.
When someone walks in, what's their first impression? : They probably notice how angry Malachite is, or how quiet he is.
Current occupation : N/A, left position as GUN Agent.
Job satisfaction : Non-existent.
Income level : Roughly £65,000 per annum whilst with GUN.
Education : Bachelor's degree. Specialised training during time with GUN.
Does he drive? : Able to drive a car, boat, motorcycle, and fly a helicopter.
Sexuality : Bisexual
Marital status : Single
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE :
Height : Roughly 3'3.
Weight : 35KG before accident, 29KG after. Higher depending on what legs he's currently using.
Body type : Athletic.
Eye colur : Emerald green. Slight glow to them.
Skin tone : Pale brown.
Any prominent features, freckles/moles/scars/tattoos/
other distinguishing marks? : Eyelashes are incredible pale but thick, looking as though his eyes have a natural, pale green highlight. Quills have dark tips to them.
General health : Before the accident, peak physical condition. Post accident, Malachite is essentially dead - but still "living".
Any chronic conditions? : Essentially a walking corpse.
How does he dress : Black leather jacket with pale green, fingerless gloves.STYLE :
Hair : Quills on front of head come down over his right eye, 6 large quills that curve on his head. 3 quills on his back that curve downwards.
Does he dress to be noticed? : No.
Any special jewellery? : Green rings, attached to straps on his gloves.
If so, why is it special? : Gifted from Crystal, to help tap into spiritual energies.
Natural hair colour : Green, with darker tips.
SPEECH AND LANGUAGE/COMMUNICATION :
Pace : Average, maybe somewhat slow.
Accent or dialect, if any : Nothing distinctive. Standard American.
Voice tone : Deepish.
Any favourite/habitual words/phrases or curse words? : Tends to use a lot of one-word responses.
Describe general vocabulary or speech pattern : Polite when addressing superiors, otherwise very standoffish and cold.
Mannerisms/demeanour? : Aloof. Stoic. Tends not to show much emotion in his speech unless he's angry.
Typical posture : Stands straight most of the time.
Gestures : Doesn't gesture much.
Common gestures : Crosses his arms a lot. Tuts a lot.
HISTORY
A former GUN Agent, Malachite had been on a mission to investigate some unusual activity, and whilst on said mission his chopper was attacked and shot down. He found himself crushed beneath the wreckage of the chopper and trapped in a strange pool of water, an ominous pale green glow illuminating the crash site. It seemed as though everyone else on board had died either in impact or from the enemy fire, leaving Malachite the only survivor - but he was rapidly losing life and consciousness. His vision faded to black, blood pooling in the strange water, when a vision came to him. A strange woman, speaking to him in a calming voice.
"Do not be afraid," she spoke, soft and warm. "You will be okay, if you can accept my gift." A hand extended to him from the white blur before him, its warm and comforting fingers entangling in his. He felt the warmth snake up his arms and entangle within his entire body, and before long he felt the waters rushing into his lungs. He awakened several hours later, dragged out of the water by a strange, black panther. Surprised to see another mobian, he tried to stand-- only to find that his legs were missing from the knees down. He should've been dead, he should've drowned or died from blood loss, but where his legs were seemed... Fine. They'd healed. He felt a strange energy within him, that the panther seemed to be aware of.
"You're awake." Her voice was much colder than the mysterious figure who'd just done... Whatever she had done to Malachite. He stared at the panther for a while, not really sure how to react or what to say. All he could think about was how he was still alive. He tried to reach out to GUN - but his equipment was ruined by the water. He figured they'd likely just pronounce him as MIA or KIA anyway, so he figured the best thing he could do was to try and work with this panther who dragged him out of the pool.
"Where am I? Who are you?" He asked, uncertainty in his voice.
"My name is Crystal," she responded, "and you are in my woods. I saved you from drowning."
"So I have you to thank for saving my life. Thanks. I'm Malachite."
Malachite pondered the situation, before glancing down at where his lower legs should have been. He sighed, bringing his hands up to his temples and gently rubbing them - eyes closing as he did.
"What happened to my legs?"
"They must have been lost in the crash. I can help take you back to town."
Malachite accepted Crystal's kindness, opting to let her take him back to the city. He was carted back in a wheelbarrow - he couldn't exactly walk with no legs, after all.
Once back in town, Malachite managed to make contact with GUN, who had assumed he had died. They collected him, but Crystal opted to remain hidden to them. She couldn't trust them with the pools-- and frankly, neither did Malachite. As thanks for saving him, he agreed to keep their existence a secret. Once they had him back at base, they examined him - every test they ran concluded that he was dead. He shouldn't be conscious, much less talking and moving around. He'd become a living corpse, essentially fueled by magical energies.
GUN immediately saw an opportunity to weaponise these strange energies, much to Malachite's annoyance. They fitted his leg stumps with robotic receivers, allowing his legs to be equipped with different prosthetics, the first ones they gave him being regular prosthetics, to allow him to learn to walk again. Once he was able to walk, they'd begin to design and create more weaponised and specialised prosthetics for him, for different environments and missions. Despite the work they'd done, Malachite was unable to tap into those same energies that kept him "alive", much to the frustration of the GUN higher ups.
Eventually, Malachite handed in his resignation and left GUN, unable to stomach their attitude and carelessness any more. He left and returned to the forest he'd met Crystal in, hoping to find her and learn from her how to tap into these energies he now possessed. She showed him, taught him how to manipulate the spirit realm, and ultimately gave him new purpose, aiding her in protecting the woods and magical pools.
These days, Malachite can either be found living a civillian life, or in the woods, helping Crystal protect the magical pools. He's been working with her to hone his abilities, and is now able to manifest spiritual energies and manipulate them to do various different things.
LEG PROSTHETICS
Following the accident, Malachite's legs were lost. The remains still attached to his body were fitted with a robotic connection, allowing the hedgehog to use different prosthetic leg attachments for different assignments. Below are the different attachments that he has available to him.
ROCKET PROSTHETICS :
The standard legs Malachite would wear during his missions, these legs are heavy-duty and extremely heavy. They have built-in fuel containers for the rocket thrusters on the soles of the feet. These thrusters make up for the lack of speed the hedgehog naturally has whilst using them, and allow him to fly for short distances. They require more concentration to use than his testing legs.
TESTING PROSTHETICS :
These light-weight prosthetics were what Malachite would often use whilst GUN were testing his energies and trying to weaponise them. Malachite can use these easily, and they're very flexible. Whilst using these legs, Malachite is more in-tuned to his spiritual energies, allowing him to focus more on them than his legs, as using these does not require any concentration. These legs are sturdy, able to survive a lot of damage, despite being light-weight.
BLADE PROSTHETICS :
These prosthetics are Malachite's standard ones, the kind he uses in his every day life. They serve basic functionality whilst allow him to keep his manoeuvrability, should he need to react or move quickly at a moment's notice.
RULES
1 ) 22+ interactions only.
This is not a flexible point. I do not want to interact with anybody who is significantly younger than me ooc, especially if you’re a minor ooc, regardless of how old you may be. If you lie to me about your age, and I find out, you will be blocked.
2 ) Shipping/NSFW interactions.
Whilst romance and nsfw is allowed, I would prefer to only do so with chemistry - both with the mun and the muse. I won’t write smut with just anybody, only those I am comfortable with. If you come to my blog with the intention of romance or smut right off the bat, this is not the oc for you.
3 ) Godmodding // controlling.
Please do not control my character. That’s no fun for me. If you want to write them, and other characters, write a fanfic! Let’s keep this fun for all of us.
4 ) Response times.
Please do not pressure me for responses. I work full time ooc, and I have other hobbies that I like to do. My life isn’t centred around rp, and yours shouldn’t be either! Patience and understanding are greatly appreciated.
5 ) Drama.
Please do not involve me in any drama that may be going on online, please don’t publicly bring any of that my way. If you have a problem with me, just block me. I do not care.
If I’m interacting with someone who happens to be a predator of some kind, or otherwise endangers people, please tell me privately. I will then decide what I want to do, and I ask that you ultimately respect my decisions on this. At the end of the day, I choose who I interact with. Not you.
6 ) Discord.
Feel free to ask for my Discord, if we’re writing together or have written together before, or we’ve been talking ooc. I’d be happy to give it to you if I feel comfortable with you. Don’t be afraid to ask, but also please don’t be offended if I say no.