Maielk is not exempt from the pangs of a lonely and near infinite life, where he finds his only solace in the hunt of the Whispers of Xanros the Elder. One that smothers his pain with anger, and an arrogance that gave birth to demons that have made a comfortable home within his heart. There will be bad weather along the way, and eventually the sun will shine on him once again, but does he have the fortitude to withstand the waves that crash over him? Or will he crumble, like so many before?
Maielk has never gotten along with others very well. With this in mind, there was still one person from his past he considers his closest friend. Even though the two are known to come to blows over petty reasons, they still rely on one another in the hardest of times.