Toa Malkias

Malkias stared down upon the old blade he held in his hands. Old though it may be, it showed no rust, no decay, yet to him it was ancient and evolved. He remembered how heavy it felt the first time he held it - when was that again? A lifetime ago, it seemed. The blade was pure, just as its owner, for Malkias never slew his adversaries. He dashed about his opponents faster than they could see, wounding them only so he could get away. As a Toa of Fire, he had an inherent temper, which he buried under a cage of discipline. The memories fading, he looked up, gathered his sword, and with his cape at his side, he set out to survive another day.