Malcolm Crowe

Malcolm in his battle armor,
custom made from Protean designs.

Character Sheet
Character Journal
Prestige and CP Log

Malcolm Crowe was born a regular human in a political family, but has found a higher calling in life. He now serves the Khala, the protean religion, in the form of an Archon’s apprentice. Back on Earth, he joined the MCU in an effort to expose himself to harsh situations and force his psionics to improve or die, and to learn about the mysterious symbiots the humans call Contractors.

His psionic invisibility and high tech weaponry brings a unique talent to the team, making him a prime close range assassin.


Malcolm sans armor

Well here I am, back on my home planet – or at least the planet I was born on for it is no longer my home and hasn’t been for a long time. Never thought I’d ever come back here but the orders of the faith can’t be ignored. I thought it would be different but nothing’s really changed, in fact its worse. It’s a deary place, with its dirty streets, cold polluted rain, and constant noise. To think at the time I didn’t want to leave with my parernts to establish an embassy on Aiur but now I can’t see my life going anywhere else. Call it destiny, fate or whatever else you might like. I found myself there, my faith. There were problems at first, as there always seems to be. A 13 year old boy alone, separated not only by the usaul things that drive us apart but also by our very race. The least of which was the communication difficulties of speaking with a race that doesn’t speak vocally. Imagine if you will, you can’t even lie, all your embarshing truths setting out for everyone to see as they pluck it from your mind. Its liberating really after you get used to it. No more need to hide who you are. They didn’t have any problem understanding us and that helped but I think they thought of us or at least my parents as more of a novelty than a government liaison and then, to everyone’s suprise, after about a year I was able to communicate with them as easily as I could with my parents. Which helped in a number of ways, if nothing more making our family more of a novelty than before and leaving me stuck as a translator.

Things really changed when our family was out shopping on a bright sunny afternoon. Sun beams cascading off the various items that were for sale in their open markets. Their structures acsenting the land around it, enhancing it, part of it. Such a bueatiful day, one I’ll never forget. Due in part to the fact we ran into an Archon who saw more in me than anyone else ever had. His name was Tassadar and that was when my real education began.

Protean Architechture
At first he came to the embasy and taught me about their religion, the world, and his race. It was soon to become my religion as well but this traveling back and forth was inefficient and he soon convinced my parents that it would be better if I could go to the temple for lessons despite how much easier it was for my parents to do their job with me around. I was tired of being their translator and this was much more interesting anyway. At the temple the education continued but he also begain exercising my mind. Teaching me new ways of thinking. Much more effective ways. As the years went by I was spending more and more time at the temple and less at home.

The Halls of Ascenscion
By the time I was 15 I decided to join them at the temple and one day become an Archon myself. There are just a few problems with that and Tessadar was quick to point them out. The main one being their training regament takes a human life time to complete. Another problem of my human heratige, that could bar me from really become a part of the order. So he decided to try to put me on the fast track to success, believing that by putting me in intense situations it would force my mind to adapt more quickly and develope my powers. Also to prove my commitment and loyalty to the Protean order. There are some problems with this of course including a low likelyhood of survival, but it is a risk I’ll gladly take. To this end he sent me back to earth because he could think of no more dangerous place to put me with a chance for me to survive. The graces favor me in sevarel ways for he didn’t send me alone. Tassadar is with me. He split my mind in two so he could help guide me and continue my training. He resides in the second part of my mind. One day he will teach me to control that part as well and possibly even split it again depending on how well my mind can handle the stress. He has other reasons for sending me to earth as well and thats to gather as much information about these contractors as possible. To see what kind of race they are, where their power comes from because its deffently not from the mind and if they pose a threat to the Proteans or even the galaxy itself. So with little ado we raided the Dragoon armory and with a few modifcations to the equipment, sent me on my journey back to earth with little more than the gear on my back and a few names. Offically I’m a part of the protean embassy here on earth to help facilitate resolutions for the missunderstandings that could occur between our races. The Proteans, however, know better and I’m given pretty free reign to do what I like, showing up at the embassy just often enought to keep up appearances.

So now after living in a place of learning and beauty I find myself, in my prime at 25, living in a house made from shipping containers. Where I had to re-enforce the windows and doors so I can sleep a little more peacefully but what else are you going to do when your in a crummy neighborhood. At least I’m fairly isolated and have a view of the river where i’m located. Well its time to get back to work, in the rain, to see if I can find out more about contractors. Learn, Grow, and Expand your mind at every opportunity – just as it says in the holy doctrine.

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Tree of Life

Malcolm Crowe

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