Malcolm Murphy
Character Bio
Name
Malcolm Murphy
Player
arkhos
Vampire, Doll or Were-creature
Doll
Age
29
Claimed
Orientation
Straight
Hair
Short, dark brown
Eyes
bright blue-green
Height
6'2
Appearance
Malcolm is a tall, athletic man who has always taken pride in his body and appearance. He wears his hair short, dark brown in color, and has bright blue-green eyes. He often wears a five o'clock shadow on his face, especially as of late, and he often is found in a cheap suit of some kind thanks to his job.
Personality
Malcolm is generally a friendly, gentle soul. Outside of work he is loyal and friendly, and will even go out of his way to help someone, even a stranger, if it is within his power and doesn't cost a single penny. At work, though, he transforms into greedy-asshole-supreme, seeking to make sales and commission. He works very hard, but his work place is take-no-prisoners, and there just isn't a lot of room for 'friends' when you're competing with just about everyone on the sales floor.
Ons & Offs
- Ons: Breasts. Legs. The scent of an aroused woman. Plenty of foreplay, including kissing and touching. Dirty books, talk, stories, pictures.
- Offs: Same-sex intimacy. Anal play. Anger/Rage directed at him. Being lied to. Betrayal.
History
Malcolm was born and raised in San Bernidino, California, in 1984. He was the son of a car salesman (his father) and a waitress (his mother). Neither of them having any sort of advanced education or prospects, life growing up in the lower-middle-class was often a challenge. His parents loved him very much, and provided for the family as best they could. But he grew up with second-hand clothes that often didn't fit him and obviously looked old, and he had to walk everywhere.
This caused him to have a bit of an issue at school. Kids his age loved to pick on him because of those things, and as such he was very introverted. He kept to himself mostly, and rarely did he try to defend himself or stick up for himself against the bullies who hounded him relentlessly. On occasion if they pushed too far, he would lash out – and usually that meant himself and the bully in question would end up bloodied. But usually, he avoided violence.
Once high school started. Malcolm was desperate to get out of the funk he had lived in all through grade school. He thought he would start to do this by trying out for the football team. As luck would have it, he had talent, and was selected for the JV team, with high hopes of joining the Varsity team in his sophomore year, or perhaps even later in his freshman year. At the age of fourteen, he thought that perhaps this might do it, this might be the one thing that gets him noticed, and maybe even a little popularity.
One of his coaches was a huge help to him. Victor Dansby was the coach for the football team, and one of the gym instructors at the school. He saw the promise in Malcolm's ability, and helped him to develop into a good player. Within months, Victor had become almost a big-brother to Malcolm, receiving support and encouragement from the coach on a daily basis. That was, of course, until Victor decided to show his true nature.
It started with Victor showering with the boys after practices, especially whenever Malcolm got into the shower. One day, as Malcolm was finishing up, Coach called for him to join him in his office after the other boys had left. Not thinking anything at all – except perhaps that this might be the moment he gets promoted to the Varsity squad – it turned into something far worse and far more tragic than that.
The abuse began in small doses. Touches, caresses, and slowly escalated. Malcolm knew it was wrong, and when he eventually protested, Coach promised Malcolm that he'd get a spot on the Varsity team, if he did the Coach 'a favor'. Those 'favors' ended up being the harsh breaking of all trust that Malcolm had in Victor, but that didn't seem to matter to the older man. When Malcolm protested more strenuously, Victor went the other direction – threatening to kick him off the team. It was a slow, poisonous filling of Malcom's head with doubt, reminding him what he was before he was on the football team.
Malcolm endured for awhile longer, until the abuse reached its zenith several weeks later. Crying, Malcolm attempted to quit the team, but the Coach made his boldest promise yet: if Malcolm didn't tow the line and if he ever told anyone about their 'secret', Victor promised to -kill- Malcolm's parents, and even flashed the hand gun at Malcolm, showing the young man the weapon he would use to do it.
To this day, Malcolm has told no one, not even his parents.
Coach eventually lost interest in Malcolm, or eventually gained interest in another boy. Malcolm had no idea how many others had been victims through the years, but he had a good hunch he wasn't the only one.
Being on the team, though, did do wonders for his reputation. He became somewhat popular, and his confidence and people skills improved, despite his dark secret. He couldn't do anything to let anyone on – if anyone found out, his parents would be dead.
All throughout the rest of high-school, though, Malcolm avoided girls. Well, he didn't avoid them in class or in the hallways or lunchroom, but he didn't date. He didn't experiment, even when a few different girls showed interest in him. He was a handsome young man and attracted attention, but he simply wasn't interested.
Graduation came, and Malcolm moved on. He attended community college with grants and scholarships he received and got a two year degree in general studies. The job market was tough, but he was able to land a job in car sales, following in his father's footsteps. That couldn't be so bad, could it?
Very quickly, Malcolm came to hate the job. Being paid on commission sucked, as it put him in competition with all of is co-workers who worked sales. He also hated the daily attempts to deceive customers and lure them into the new-car-traps that his dealership set-up every month. Still, it was a living, and his parents were proud of him.
During his time in community college, he finally worked up the nerve to date. He dated several women and those first few he barely touched, perhaps kissing and holding hands, and nothing more. He eventually met a girl who seemed much more in tune with him, and as a result, he eventually tried to go all the way with her. They did, but it was... a nearly terrifying ordeal for him, as the entire thing brought back memories and stress that he had thought were long buried.
It was made worse when, not much longer later, he discovered his girlfriend was cheating on him. When they had it out, she claimed that it was because of his lack of 'performance' in bed that made her do it, and she harshly suggested he seek counseling for whatever issues he had. Betrayed and dumped, Malcolm vowed to himself never to open his heart up to another woman ever again.
Eventually, hard times hit the car dealership where he worked. People weren't buying ultra-expensive Ferarri's and Porsche's anymore, and instead were buying cheaper cars due to the economy. Malcolm was given two week's notice, and for many days he scoured the countryside looking for a job. But, there simply weren't any to be had.
On one of the last days he had left to work at the dealership, with his landlord already hounding him and his 'loaner car' taken back by the dealership he worked for, that was when he met Dominika. It was evening and he had just finished cruising a few locations for possible job applications, and he stood at one of those food carts, leaning against a nearby tree and eating a hot dog – one of the cheapest things he could afford. She was walking down the street, and when their eyes met... Malcolm had never felt anything like it in his life. She returned the look – and then she came over to him, and he even glanced around to make sure it was -him- she was looking at!
She introduced herself, and he was so struck by her beauty and grace... She was like out of a dream, and for the first time in a long time he felt a warmth in his heart. They spoke for some time, becoming fast friends. She soon offered to help him financially, and while he denied it at first, he was on the verge of being tossed out of his dumpy little apartment, and his clothes were mostly old and not exactly fresh – reminding him of grade-school all over again.
It wasn't long before he felt an attachment to her, and once that was solidified – that's when he learned of -her- true nature...
Vampires exist.
It took some time to get used to that idea, but she explained it all to him, and then proved it. The first time she fed from him was terrifying, and he didn't know if she would simply let him bleed to death. She didn't, being sweet to him one moment and then taking his blood the next. It was an odd mixture of affection – and ownership, and one night she even referred to him as her 'doll', as if he were merely her play thing.
Through it all, he kept his hands to himself. He made no moves towards her, no passes, no suggestive looks or words. She -drank blood- to survive, he surely wasn't interested in her in -that- way... or was he?
He found himself fantasizing about her quite frequently, often relieving himself in private with his eyes closed, images of her in his mind. It was an odd and very frustrating situation to be in, and he understood that. But he couldn't trust her... not completely... not when he knew she was using him for sustenance and nothing more, just as Victor had used him for pleasure when he was a young, impressionable boy.
Things would get better, though. They had to. There was no way they could get worse...
