Malcom is a soldier through and through. He is a worker, a loyalist, a family man and a friend of those who meet him. But like many men of honor, he has found that the world around him does not share his values. He strives, above all, to be right. Or, rather, on the side of righteousness.
Unlike the rest of the companions, Malcom is a native of Andelia. His wife and daughter live and eat on his honor and his salary; in turn, they are his world. Or they would be, if the world was good.
Malcom is not of noble blood, as Jules and Elana are. Nor is he a wandering vagabond like the misbegotten half-elf Caithas. He is a gainfully employed soldier working for the Empire. And he hates it.
He hates the Empire’s crushing presence on his native people. He hates the horrific bloodshed, some of it by his own hand, that the Empire employs to keep order in the colonies. Most of all, he hates swinging a blade at a foe that does not deserve it. For that reason, he is the ideal figurehead of a revolt.
Still working an honorable day job, Malcom has taken to spending his nights either with other warriors who share his disgust with the Empire’s laws and tactics or, more recently, with the newly-wed noble couple Jules and Elana, along with Jules’ hired swordsman Caithas.
The choice whether to abandon the rebellion or not was made when Malcom swung his powerful glaive at fellow soldier while trying to rescue a dishonored-but-respected former commander. That day marked the beginning of the end of the soldier’s guardswork; it also marked the first true moment when the building rebellion began to take shape.