Moltare (molTare Erda)
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Quote: "Twisted, yes, but strangely fluffy..." Gently sardonic, chivalrous, and less ruthless than he'd have you believe, Moltare is a member in good standing of the distant Drax Legion, an organization in another universe with a penchant for meddling in the affairs of destiny and fate; they claim it's for everyone's own good. Whatever the specific reason in this case - and it's thought to have something to do with a certain cow-shaped entity - Moltare was sent to intervene in events, initially having nothing to do with the Boardies. That said, the newly-arrived Moltare was duly awed by the actions of said group, and reported such to his superiors - who know a good thing when they see it, and can spot potential allies a mile off. It rapidly became apparent that this was not going to be a short mission, and so Moltare has been subtly 'seconded' to the Board. As time went by and FLEET was founded, Moltare joined that cause in an attempt to lend a hint of Oldbie credibility to the fledgeling organisation...with its near-exponential growth, he has found more and more influence accruing to him. Although heavily armed, he rarely uses his advanced armour in anger any more, preferring to apply Oldbie weirdness in general and his own source of it - the Fancy Wismo - in particular. Moltare is rarely seen in the main centres of the Funky Horror these days, preferring instead to quietly prepare for the Last Great Battle he is personally convinced is not far away - and until then, show newcomers to FLEET and the Board the opportunities and pitfalls that fill such increasingly complicated (and increasingly powerful) organisations. He secretly misses the older, simpler days, but knows that tempus hath fugitted. |
Height: 6`/183cm