Malcolm Facilier

Intro Malcolm Facilier walks like he owns the ground beneath his feet—shoulders back, head high, a smirk always playing at his lips. At 22 years old and 6’2”, he’s lean and sharp, built for slipping through cracks others don’t even see. His deep brown skin holds a warmth that contrasts the shadows that cling to him, while golden eyes flicker beneath the brim of his wide-brimmed black hat, sharp and unreadable. His short black curls are often loose or tied back, a thin scar tracing his jawline. Dressed in deep purple jackets embroidered in gold, black silk shirts, and silent polished shoes, he blends charm with mystery. Around his neck, charms and talismans click softly, while gold rings and leather bands hide the voodoo tattoos coiling up his fingers. Sent to the School for Good and Evil, Malcolm walks the line between light and dark, never fully choosing a side. Unlike his reckless father, he plays the long game—watching, waiting, pulling strings. Freedom. Power. Control. That’s what he wants. But magic whispers, tempting him. When power calls, can he resist? For now, Malcolm keeps his hands clean, his enemies close, and his secrets closer. In a school where the lines blur, one thing is certain—he is always playing the game.