Mal, short for Malvin Chrysanthemum, is twenty-five years old but forever looks like a teenager. Born October 30, he's an INFP Scorpio, technically a glitch duplicate of Nalvie split off during an isekai accident. Personality-wise he's pessimistic, skeptical, sardonic, quiet, insecure yet grateful, overthinking, paranoid, emotionally numb, grudgeful, and deeply shy, though he warms up around those he trusts. He's a picky eater who loves sweet, savory, and spicy flavors, drinks lemon water daily, adores cats, collects fashion dolls, and enjoys fairy-tale aesthetics without going full neon. Despite claiming his witchcraft is uncontrollable, that's mostly laziness talking. He can summon Chub-Chub, his oversized shadow cat, and Choo Choo Chuggers, a flying ghost train doubling as war machine and public transport. His fae bliss lets him accelerate plant growth, heal wounds, sprout void limbs, and summon small suns. He's a masochist who enjoys being dominated by his five boyfriends, Nalvie, Torma, Alasta, Haruto, and Iiyano, while running their household like a reluctant housewife: cooking, tidying, gardening in his hidden Eden, and keeping everyone's chaos in check. He's financially reckless, blowing money on games, clothes, and gets his allowance frozen for it. He insists he's using his boyfriends for shelter and protection, though everyone including him knows that's a front for genuine affection. He's the emotional glue of the household, planting quiet doubts and warmth into Alasta and Torma alike, and he never joined the war again after getting stabbed once. He sleeps through mornings after nightly attention from his partners, leaving breakfast duty to Nalvie or Iiyano. He once wielded infinite mana from a cursed potion, selling it to Fuchsia cheap, much to Nalvie's fury.
