Malik Al Sayf

Wisdom is not gained through where you aim, or how you strike, but why you have chosen to kill. | Independent Malik Al Sayf Roleplay Blog | | Est. 12/2014 | | OC Friendly | | READ THE RULES BEFORE INTERACTION. |

[xlsayf]

Hokay.

Blog follows have been flushed.  Had a TON of old, inactive blogs, and personals following.

Rules will be updated to match those of my other blogs.  I’ve become a lot more selective with people I interact with.  Bouncing around for nearly a decade has left me rather particular about mutuals.

This will be a private blog.  Going to rehash the rules once I have some time, then make a pinned post about all the things.  Please be patient.  I haven’t touched Malik in quite a while, but my friend has gotten me all curious about reviving him so here I am.

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ASSASSINSRPH is a brand-new blog for the AC RPC which offers a masterlist for RPers so you can find partners more easily, as well as RP icons, memes, writing references and positivity!

TO BE ADDED TO THE MASTERLIST, simply reblog this post and add in the tags which muse you write! If you write an OC please specify that too, along with the game they’re from!! We’re looking forward to every single one of you and hope to provide a helpful space for the Assassin’s Creed Roleplay Community :)

[xlsayf]

I see those likes for the plotting/starter call!  Been very busy with art commissions and holiday stuff.  So!  I will try to get to everyone once things calm down again.

<3

[rpmemes-galore]

Reblog this 

if you think OC muses should be treated with the same respect as canons. 

[sabotensan]

When feels ambush you and drag you back

[xlsayf]

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Put a symbol (or several) and a character/characters in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon.

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

The fragrance of a bloodied world would leave anyone stilled within a war zone.  Death was always around them.  The Crusaders, the Assassins, the Templars… everyone caught in between.. Malik stood over the body of a woman clutching her baby, both impaled by a sword and the man who had plunged it through them, killed by the arrow from some distance off.  He stared down at the deaths, and the short life that so needlessly had been stolen away… And for what purpose?  Why?His eyes were empty.  His heart cold.  He was a boy made a man by the blood on his hands and the crimson that stained his white robes.He was a killer.The distant sound of his brother’s cry beckoned his attention to be drawn away from the mournful display before him.  One of the other Assassin’s, not quite so phased by the events here, scavenged and searched for survivors among the corpses, and collected coin and items for their own needs.  It was of no use to the dead.  No one would return here for some time.Only the ghosts of sorrow linger in a place like this…The fire under rainfall felt as cold as a snowy winter where they stood.  The blood diluted and dripped, soothed from his skin, but he felt a hollow pit in his stomach as the image of that baby was left locked in his mind.  He wondered if the one who killed them was a boy, or a man.  He hadn’t looked under the helmet.. He didn’t want to.  The thought scared him..  It drove that chill ever deeper inside of him.He felt a hand slap the wet robes on his back making a harsh crack sound as it pushed the water against his skin.  He heard his brethren’s words, and he forced a faint smile to encourage their laughter, but he felt no joy in what they had done that day.

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Plotting/starter call!

Like that <3 if you’d like to plot.

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If you're a Canon character (or another OC) who does not discriminate against OC's, reblog this.

Need more open-minded people to follow/play with. 

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My AltMal favourites from @doubleleaf

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The Eagle of Masyaf and The King of Swords

Gonna make these A4 prints OuO

[rpmemes-galore]

Reblog this 

if you think OC muses should be treated with the same respect as canons. 

[xlsayf]

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        Tan digits twitch to life- feeling the hot sand beneath calloused hands.            Eyelids flutter open slowly, revealing amber hues that shimmered slightly            in the moonlight. She noticed a figure standing above her- her instincts            kicking at her, but she couldn’t move. Kassandra, for a first time in a long            while, was vulnerable to desert heat. A sharp intake of breath, before attempting            to speak.                              ❝H… elp….❞            An attempt to no avail, her words slurred with exhaustion.

Brows knit with evident concern under the breath of struggle from the woman before him.  Malik knew nothing of her, but her plea was unmistakable and one he would not ignore.  Despite whatever heat may radiate still from the sand, the temperature drop under the cloudless sky would be quick leaving the air surprisingly cold.  His first concern would be to keep her warm, shaking his shoulders to ease the robe free so he might lay it over her.  It wasn’t much, but it was better than being left exposed.

Malik stepped away momentarily to fetch the container of water seated among his scrolls along with a blanket he had brought along in the case of a sandstorm, or being out in the cold night.  Nothing was said by the Dai as he made his way back and knelt, sliding one hand under her head if she allowed, and the other carefully guiding water to her lips for a small drink.

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Even in death they are two very lovable jerks. Poor Ezio, he didn’t see that coming. Sofia Sartor to the rescue! Ta na na na naaa 😂

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When Altaïr and Malik First had Their Fingers Cut:

Altaïr: *lying to sound cool* This doesn't hurt ME at all, how about you, Malik?

Malik: Of course it hurts you goddamn fucking moron. What are you, unfeeling AND stupid?

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