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Malcolm Fain

Mal Fain

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Full name: Malcolm “Mal” Fain

Nickname: Storm

Age: Nineteen

Gender: Male

Race: Coordinator

Occupation: Soldier

Birthplace: Junius Five

Citizenship: PLANT

Personality: Malcolm is the typically energetic young adult, though not yet really out of his teenage years, throwing all of himself into whatever task has occupied his mind at the moment. He loves to make new friends and has an almost magnetic personality, drawing people towards him like moths to an electric lamp… minus the zapping.


It takes a lot to annoy Mal but it is quite easy to be declared ‘evil’ and become a target for whatever mischievous pranks he has cooked up for the day. Good at stepping back from a situation and assessing it from every angle, Mal is often brought in amongst his friends (or at least that’s what he says when he barrels through everyone in his way) to mediate a peace treaty.


Having a strong sense of right and wrong, Mal will often step in if he sees something that needs to be stopped or a wrong that needs to be righted. This can become incredibly annoying for everyone around him as these detours often take hours, possibly in a hospital some place but rarely in any form of jail, the smooth talking Coordinator, though too cheeky for his own good, is capable of talking his way out of almost anything.




Height: Six foot and eight inches

Weight: One hundred and eighty seven pounds

Hair Color and Style: Originally brown but now dyed an electric blue, Mal wears his hair so that it covers the left side of his face with spiked bangs, everything right of his right eye is also covered in an electric blue mess of spikes but a single eye is always left visible.

Eye Color: Grey

Identifying Marks: Barcode tattoo underneath his left eye, something he had done for fun though it is often joked about by his friends and used by him when chatting to girls. Mal also has a tattoo of a lightning bolt descending from the base of his neck to the bottom of his spine, a jagged mixture of blues. He has no scars but there is a slightly darkened portion of skin on his right leg, near the femoral artery, which he has had since birth and is in the crude shape of a wing.

Skin Tone: Tanned to a slightly barbecued white giving him an almost golden appearance.

Build: Mal has the build of an athlete, well defined muscles, especially on his stomach, chest and arms, and a high muscle to fat ratio. It’s clear that he could become a muscle covered oaf but he is refraining from doing so, trying to find a good combination between brains and brawns.

Clothing: If given the choice, nine times out of ten Mal will wear a pair of baggy blue denim jeans with several pockets going down the outside of each leg perfect for storing crap in. As for tops, he usually chooses earthy browns and grays but can sometimes be seen in blacks. He never wears anything bright, yellows and reds for example, and only on very rare occasions will he wear white. He prefers not to wear jewelry though he does own a single titanium ring, a simple band with the words non cedo engraved on the inside, this ring is usually hung around his neck on a simple silver chain or stashed in his bag if needs be.

Handiness: Self taught ambidextrous, favors left hand.




Mother: Sophia Martins, alive, military engineer.

Father: Robert Fain, alive, military engineer.

Siblings: Andrea Fain – Sister, alive, beautician

Michelle Fain – Sister, alive, architect.

Wife/Girlfriend: N/A


Personal History: Born on the thirtieth of August CE 66 to a pair of unwed almost workaholics, Sophia and Robert, Malcolm Fain was to be the third and last of three children. Thankfully he was not a twin like his two older sisters, both having a three year advantage on him. He lived a mixed early childhood, a combination of being the only boy and being the last child and, through experience, not spoilt like his two sisters had been. Although he had his own room and computer from an early age, Mal was taught the value of money before he’d even hit five years old.


As soon as he could go to school, Mal learned that his energetic personality acted like a magnet, drawing people towards him instead of him hunting for friends. He, like other young children, had no racist or sexist beliefs and as such collected a diverse group of people around him. He was seen by some of the younger children, as the years went by, as somewhat of a playground hero. It was known that he could do his work, handle the mental side of school, and he also had no problems stepping into a fight and walking out with the two combatants on either side of him after only a few words.


A little before he reached seven years old, CE 73, Malcolm, his two siblings and his parents were transferred from Junius Five to one of the four PLANTs that made up Armory One where his parents worked for the next six months, often not coming home for days on end, on advanced military projects. For a short time, Malcolm’s school grades began to slip but his parents were able to get him a tutor who helped Malcolm bump his grades back up. However, before they could settle into too much of a pattern, the family was moved once again, this time to the Carpentaria base on Earth. With the war, apparently, ended there was no need for new military forces but Malcolm’s parents were able to get jobs fixing Mobile Suit.


Eight more years went by almost in the blink of an eye, the boredom only pierced on the few occasions Malcolm’s parents were asked to work on a new design with other scientists and when his two sisters both left, one heading to ORB and the other back to Junius Five to work in different fields. Because of the natures of his parents work, Malcolm was quite often surrounded by blueprints for various mass production Mobile Suit and, when visiting them at work, was usually given a quick lesson in one thing or another either by his parents or by one of their employees.


He developed a mischievous streak after passing all of his tests and being given the go ahead to go back home and visit his sister Michelle for a short time. Being back in space was certainly strange, though no stranger than seeing some of the curved designs his sister had drawn up for clients. He left just under a year later, having stayed on to study a short degree in computer science, and at the age of sixteen Mal found himself in somewhat of a crossroads. He had no real idea what he wanted to do with his life, though piloting one of the MS his parents were so often around seemed like a good idea, and so the teenager, with his parents blessing, took a year out to travel.


He only made it as far as Northern America before he began to feel cold stares on the back of his neck. There was nothing to mark him as a Coordinator, other than his passport and his greater understanding of computers and his abilities as a mechanic, but the Naturals, or some of them at the very least, seemed to feel it. Cutting his time in America short, Mal headed instead for Orb where he stayed with Andrea. Between catching up on old times, Andrea introduced Mal to a few of her friends and he was soon offered a job repairing cars and bikes. Although this wasn’t what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, Malcolm could see no reason not to help out for a short time, earning some money while he was here.


That short time turned into a year and a half and enabled Malcolm to purchase a motorbike of his own, a speedy little rocket strapped to a seat that he had repaired himself, but eventually he had to leave. At eighteen, Mal returned to Carpentaria and began to work for his parents, giving him access to the Operating Systems of several impressive Mobile Suits. Making sure he wasn’t caught, Malcolm began to thoroughly study the O.S of a ZGMF-1017M. During his days off, and at night, Malcolm began to program a simulator that he later built into the destroyed cockpit of a GINN that allowed him to ‘play’ pilot the High Maneuver variant of the GINN. It was during those ‘play’ training sessions that Mal decided that he wanted to join the ZAFT military and so, aged nineteen, he marched to the nearest recruitment center and signed up knowing full well that he had a long road ahead of him before they would let him in the cockpit of a twenty meter tall war machine… but he didn’t mind working hard for a chance like that.

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Approved for the Zaft Forces


PLANT Supreme Council, Nation Defense headquarters,

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As of October 26th of CE85, Malcolm Fain is accepted into the Zodiac Alliance of Freedom Treaty, under the direct supervision and guidance of the Supreme Council, and the officers appointed over you.


You and many young people your age will be the next generation allowing Coordinators to live free from persecution and discrimination. We hand the future of Plant into your hands, hold your head high, and don’t let that inner light falter.



Commander Delfina Schneider, National Defense Headquarters


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