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The Essentials: Full name:Malachi Lorcan Dubhlainn
Malachi ironically means 'my angel'.Age:18 years
Old enough.Birthday:12/21/94
"December 21st of 1994, I think the planets aligned or some sh-t."Gender:Male
Malachi is very masculine.Nationality:Malachi was born and raised in Ireland.
Just as his grandfather was before him.Creed (sin):Gluttony
Indulgance in something, such as an activity, to an excess.The Mentals:Personality:wip
Likes:• Fruit Juice;
Eh, It's better for you than that soda you drink.• Whiskey and Vodka;
Shut the f--k up.. It's not like I get wasted every night. I prefer Whiskey.• Speed;
No, smart ass, not the drug. I like going fast, doesn't matter what vehicle.• Racing;
I like street racing, and horse racing. Nascar is okay, but I prefer street racing.• Explosions;
Boom, baby.• Food;
Who doesn't love food?• Fireworks;
Colorful, and they make a nice sound. Who couldn't like 'em? I especially love the huge ones• Pyrotechnics;
I love the smell of gun powder.• Suckerpunch[movie];
It's got action, girls, and a good moral.• Fire;
I love it. It's hard to control and dangerous, like me right?• Matches;
I love putting matches out on my tongue, and there is never a time when you will see me without a box of matches.• Dark Blue and Dark Red;
How can I explain to you why I like a color, dumb ass?• Glam Metal Music[Poison, etc];
At the drive in, in the old man's ford, behind the bushes, 'til I'm screamin' for more..• Fist-Fighting;
Anything that involves me knocking someone out, I'll do it.• Action Movies;
Hahaha, you didn't think I'd like a chick flick did yah?• Spicy Foods;
I like it when it's so hot it can make a man cry.• Sweet Foods;
Who doesn't like a good slice of cake every now and thenAnd many more things
Dislikes:• Coffee and Energy Drinks;
I might drink one every now and then, but usually not. They make me hyper as hell.• Beer;
That sh-t is disgusting!• Slow people in front of you on the highway;
Who does like them?• Police;
Grr.. they get on my nerves.. tryna tell me what to do..• Stupid People;
I hate them. So much. I want to. Kill them..• Colors that are too bright;
It burns my eyes, you see this is why I don't go to raves.• Good Guys;
I wanna knock their asses out.. they are just so wimpy and annoying..• Pop Music;
It's so... girly.• Bitter Foods;
How can somebody like it?• Cigarettes;
Yet, I smoke anyways. It's a disgusting habit of mine...• Hangovers;
Who does like a hangover?• Authority;
I don't like being told what to do.• Asking for help;
I feel like it makes me less of a man.• People who won't fight back;
You are weak if you can't stand up for yourself• People who won't stand up for what they believe in;
If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything.And many more things
Phobias:He has none as far as he knows, but he does have a slight fear of dieing in his sleep.
Favorite book|song|movie: Purgatorio | Nothin' But A Good Time by Poison [Or any song by Poison or Def Leppard]| He doesn't have one.
The Physical:Eye color/s:Mal has stunning blue eyes.
Hair color/s:His hair is the same color as onyx
Height:He is rather tall at the height of 6'3"
Full physical description:Malachi has always been a very tall fellow even during his childhood years. Now that he is full grown he is still very tall. Even though the young man has always had quite the hearty appetite, he stays well muscled instead of growing fat. The young man may over eat, but his addictions had always helped him stay small. Perhaps this was Satan's plan, because he did not think a fat man could tempt someone as well as a thinner one. He has muscles do to the fact the young man has an affliction with lifting weights.
His onyx colored hair is usually messy or spikey depending on the day. He has rugged good looks, which add to his abilities to persuade others. He usually has a light chinstrap of facial hair, but sometimes he has more depending on if he has shaved or not. Malachi has bold blue eyes that are beautiful to look at sometimes, but for the most part they are cold and uncaring. He has no freckles but he does have a beauty mark on the side of his face.
Clothing style:Malachi always wears a studded leather jacket, for the simple reason of; he loves black leather. He requested to be cremated in it so nobody could touch his precious jacket. Other than that he wears just whatever he has lying around. For a shirt, he often doesn't wear one and just zips up his jacket so he can feel the leather against his bare chest. Other times he just wears a white tank top. For bottoms, he normally wears denim jeans with a nice belt and a chain hanging from one of the belt loops attatched to the wallet in his jeans. For shoes he always wears a scuffed up pair of combat boots.
The Memoir:History:On a snowy December day, a baby boy was born. This boy was dubbed "Malachi Lorcan Dubhlainn." As this boy grew up he heard stories about the harships of his grandfather before him, of how the elderly man who was once great lost everything. Mal was told about how one hard winter hit and all of his grandfather's sheep died, so they had no money. For this reason his wife left him taking Malachi's father with her. Mal thought it was stupid that his grandfather let her get away without trying to win her back. His parents always told him hardships make you do crazy things, but Malachi never believed that for one second. The boy would have never guessed why his grandfather went through those hardships.
Malachi's childhood was normal, as was his teenage years. He had a knack for getting into trouble though, especially with fights. He learned he liked to weight lift as well as fist fight, and found he had a love for pyrotechnics. All this went to waste though, because the young man got into things he shouldn't. He had a small drug addiction, that Malachi never knew would lead to his untimely demise. [or exactly on time demise?] The poor lad never knew that he was damned from the start, and always tried his best to be good. However, Mal was always the school bad boy, always finding new ways to get in trouble...
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