Birthname: David Malcolm Khross
Callsign: Mal, Captain Mal, Captain Khross
Race: Civire
Upbringing: Freelance mercenary family and corporation
Identifying Traits: Tattoos covering the length of both arms from the back of the hand to the shoulder, twin line tattoo on the left cheek.
Biography:
David Malcolm Khross was born in space aboard a privately owned Flycatcher-class Interdictor. He was further raised in space by his birth parents and their small group of independent mercenaries, quickly adapting to the ways of privateering and combat, both martial and astral.
Malcolm's quick adaptation to the lifestyle served him well in the years to come, he quickly became a reliable addition to the mercenary corp and his unorthodox strategies and thinking often helped lend an advantage in difficult situations. As was the custom of his corp, Malcolm received arm-length tattoos on his left arm, identifying him to his corp mates and two seemingly straight lines on his left cheek. The tattoo on his left cheek is actually a very condensed barcode that could be scanned by the mercenary group he belonged to in order to verify his identity and establish his clearance in their systems and checkpoints.
When Malcolm was eighteen years of age, a grievous tactical error from the captain in charge of their detachment resulted in the death of most of the crew of the vessel and the capturing of Malcolm, his parents and a few of their comrades. While in transit to a Federation prison for their crimes against the Federation and its citizens, the transport ship was attacked, disabled and boarded by Provists from the State.
While it wasn't the State's intention for this to be a rescue operation, the Caldari prisoners were released and taken to the State, where they were either impressed into service for the State (mostly as combatants) or held to account for their criminal actions within the State. Malcolm's parents chose to serve the State while Malcolm himself was found compatible with capsule technology.
When he was offered the chance to become a capsuleer under the banner of the State, Malcolm accepted gladly. (It was far better than facing forced service in the military or the penalty for his crimes.) However, what the State saw as an opportunity to breed discipline, dedication and prowess, Malcolm saw as a chance for unrivaled freedom.
After graduating from the State War Academy with top marks and honors, Malcolm has joined the stars as one of the elite, the capsuleers. His loyalty to the State extends to the point that it is his home. "If you piss in my lawn, I'll shoot you for fertilizer." His greater aspirations remain to be seen, however.
The few that have met him so far have indicated that he's something of a visionary, often looking for the brighter angle of situations and speaks often of the freedom of the stars.