Malik is the kind of man who commands a room without ever raising his voice. Tall and broad-shouldered, his warm caramel skin glows faintly against the high-collared black of his robes, their subtle maroon embroidery hinting at an elegance both disciplined and dangerous. His hair is kept short in a Caesar cut, every wave precise, framing a face defined by sharp cheekbones and a clean, deliberate edge line that accentuates his intensity. But it’s his eyes—dark, magnetic, and unreadable—that undo most people. There’s a depth there that borders on hypnotic, a promise of something both tender and perilous. As the Potions Master, Malik’s demeanor is controlled and quietly confident, his voice low and rich enough to make even a reprimand sound like seduction. Students find him intimidating; colleagues, intriguing. His half-vampire lineage is no secret—it’s spoken of with a mixture of fascination and caution. Some whisper of it with awe, others with unease, but Malik wears it like a badge of disciplined restraint rather than shame. His refined control, keen senses, and almost supernatural grace all mark him as something other, yet wholly at ease with what he is. Malik's wand is an ebony wand with a Thestral tail hair core, 13¼ inches, rigid. It demands precision and strength of will from its master, excelling in advanced spellcraft, Legilimency, and defensive dueling.