MORRIS, malachi noah

[Malachi Noah Morris]

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`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Malachi Noah Morris.

AGE:

Twenty-eight.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

Straight, though bi-curious.

SPECIES:

Human.

NATIONALITY:

Thai, Polish, German, American.

OCCUPATION:

Occupational therapist & physical therapist.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

Malachi is a tall man. He’s over six foot, hitting six four, possibly taller depending on the boots he wears or if his body decides to be weird. The man weights around two-hundred or so pounds. Don’t worry, it isn’t fat, more muscle than anything. Despite being a occupational and physical therapist, the man works out a lot; more or less with his son. Being healthy and being in shape and living the long prosperous life is one of his goals for himself and his child. Though he prefers to wear dark more fitting clothes, Malachi does wear loose clothing and half the time it’s superhero characters or logos to match his son. His eyes are blue, sometimes green-hazel depending on lighting, and Malachi’s skin is peach to tan for he is in the sun more and more. Oh, and he does have facial hair sometimes, he just prefers to keep it trimmed more or less.

CELEB CLAIM:

David Gandy.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

This man is… Quite the pusher. As well as straight forward and more blunt than most. He used to soften up the pot and sugar coat stuff but after that tragic incident in his past, he’s more blunt about things so people get the point right then and there. He is nice though, but sometimes his barking blunt comments and such can seem to make him look like a jerk. Most of the time it isn’t intentional but sometimes it is. Get used to it. The man is… Extremely over-protective of family and family friends that are like family; sometimes friends and neighbors. After what happened, Malachi is afraid to lose anyone else. So he often might seem annoying with him checking up on people; mainly his son, all the time. He’s a man that’s always prepared. Stocked up on supplies, taken precaution with things… The man isn’t dangerous though can be if people he cares about are endangered; this kind, yet playful and mischievous (sorry ladies) soul, will be just as dangerous as a bear and won’t hesitate to break your arm and probably rip it off. He is stubborn but knows when to quit… Unless he’s right, then you’re in a battle that you can’t win. Malachi tends to see the inner side of people and not the outer. Dirty, homeless, ex-convict, blind, sick… Whatever; he sees you on the inside more or less. Beautiful or not, if you have a good heart and he trusts you, you have a good friend on your side.

LIKES:

Order. Health. His son. His dogs. The truth. Kindness. Being able to help. Having fun with his son. Having no worry. Mortal Peep Fights (Peeps in the microwave, one to explode the first loses). Being like a child when necessary. Having a stable commitment; or just a non-attached fling. Caffeine and sugar drinks. The smell of fresh linen/laundry.

DISLIKES:

Chaos. Sickness. Paying bills. When people are in a disagreement with him. When his son doesn’t text or call him about his whereabouts. Ex-girlfriends; he prefers to have no attachments more or less. When people bike in the street (you’re a freaking idiot, there’s a sidewalk). Democrats - the extremists. People that are blind to everything (truth, ignorance). Spicy food that he can’t eat. Shopping alone for stuff.

SECRETS:

That his son was kidnapped? That could be one. He doesn’t talk about it much for it’s kind of personal but if he trusts you, it can come out.

FEARS:

His son being taken away again. Jacques dying (his first pet!). Spiders…

DREAMS:

Having a perfect family or well, a mother figure that is stable enough for his son; so he can be happier.

STRENGTHS:

Protective (double-sided). Has a tendency to help strays. Knowledge to help his own family and people. Responsibility. Determination.

WEAKNESSES:

Protective (double-sided). Violent when threatened. Vengeful; believe sin ‘just deserts’. Worries more than he should. Needs to always be right.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

I was born in Thailand to a sick mother and a stressed father. Their lives were decent but the pregnancy was getting my mother terribly ill. My father and his family were contemplating on aborting me but my mother protected me in more ways than one. I was born, sadly, out of the hospital. My mother was in bed when it happened. The hospital was too far away so my father got her friend who happened to know a lot of things with this, and helped my mother. She died some hours after I took my first breath. I never got to feel her warmth or see her happy smile. The only thing I could imagine was pretending that she was holding me as I wrapped my arms around myself and looked into the only thing I had of her; a picture. My father, because of this, at first blamed me. He neglected me for a while. Never feeding me, never clothing me when it was cold… I used to make a lot of fuss and noise but that got me nowhere and it hurt so I started to go quiet. I almost died because of this… Because of his neglect and anger. Though seeing me so pale, malnourished, and red around the eyes, my father felt so horrible… He picked me up and clothed me. He fed me, he loved me… He didn’t want to lose me anymore. What he told me; I looked like my mother there, just simply barely hanging onto life… And it was all his fault. I was the product of their love and Miracle wouldn’t have appreciated what he did to their child… So that day he removed those blind eyes and got a new pair; he now saw for the first time… Figuratively speaking, of course.

I was a little on the small side, but we can blame my mother for that. Nonetheless, I grew up just fine. I was an adventurous child. I touched plenty of red coils form the stove and ate a lot of steaming soup before I realized what was hot and not. It was around five when I was taken to my first temple by the shore. My father traveled quite a but to take me there but it was worth it in his eyes. Though he didn’t force me, he just told me it was there and if I chose to believe it, I could. My father took me to other religious places, most out of Bankok, so I can have values - which he believed religion would give me. Start them young and they’d grow up fine. It took me two years to pick one, but I picked Buddhism. It was more peaceful than the other killing and forceful religions. By that same age, I spoke Korean, English, Mandarin, and Thai really well, though like any child still growing and learning; some words I couldn’t pronounce and a lot I didn’t know how to pronounce or the meaning of them. Nonetheless, I was quite the intelligent child.

I went to school there for the longest time, learning all I could. It was a game to me and I treated it like one. So I excelled. I loved to be recognized and appreciated. Though I was quickly labeled a Shudaizi, which basically means ‘book idiot’ in Chinese… Can be ebullient to ‘nerd’ or whatever. So, being smart I got picked on a lot and my grades started to fluctuate to more on the lower scale. My father noticed this and decided to take me to another school, though the results were the same. I was praised at first then picked on later. What can I say; I put up a good front, but in the end I always broke down when everyone was away. I was the only ‘white guy’ in the class too… So I was picked on with that as well. When I was eleven or so, my father got a new job that paid much more handsomely than the one that he had in Thailand and thus, him and I moved to America. California to be exact… Northern California.

We sold almost everything we had back at home so we had a lot of money and not many objects. We had a two story apartment building I guess? Whatever it was called. It was tall but a little small. Nonetheless it was home and I liked it… Though it didn’t compare to my home back in Thailand. Less trees, less animals, less wilderness, but just the same amount of traffic and noise… After a year of middle school there, I soon entered high school; where all hell broke loose. I was ridiculed and picked on even more than I was in the past. I hated America from then on out. I kept on asking my father to move back to Thailand, but he kept on declining my request and told me to ‘accept’ this. It was a part of life and I had to grow to accept this and move on.

Soon enough I started to feel numb to the verbal insults and the physical pushes and other things. Just numb. My low grades soon started to rise up again. I kind of secluded myself. People came to me and pretended to befriend me just to get something they want. I couldn’t really trust anyone so I kept to myself. No one was my friend. Just me, myself, and my text books. I graduated high school top five percent top of my class. I graduated at sixteen due to the school processes overseas and the fact I was clearly smart and skipped a grade or so. All was good. The college I wanted to go to didn’t allow people so young so I went to a Community College. It was around this time that my father presented me with a present; a puppy… It was a Russle Terrier that I named Jackques. He was my new best friend for entering the university that I wanted when I turned eighteen after achieving an Associate's Degree.

I went to college for a few years. I took up a job to help pay the loans and stuff so my father wasn't stressing over it so I took less and less classes. When I was twenty-one this woman and I got a little too close and I ended up getting her pregnant. This wasn't her first child technically. She had a few miscarriages but she still count them as children. Couldn't blame her. Anyways... Our kid was born that same year a month early. Nonetheless, he was beautiful and out pride and joy. At the time she didn't have a problem with me and somehow my father and I managed to convince her to put my last name down for the child instead of hers. So I had a family at last. It was after Raymond's birth that things started to get weird. Well, for her and I at least. I got my Bachelor’s degree and I was still going to school while applying to more places for jobs.

Apparently I was getting boring to her... She was seeing other men, though unbeknownst to me. Figures; I was naive back then. By this time we were living in an apartment nearby school. I was still attending there for my Master's while working and carrying for them both... She had a job but lost it because of the child so was more or less a stay at home mother, but she did blogging that seemed to be popular enough to get some income in. Not much I'm afraid, but some nonetheless. So... One day she claimed that she needed to see her friend so left Raymond with me. At this point in time he was a few years old.

He was playing in the fenced-in backyard. It was large but closed in nonetheless. I turned my back for probably twenty seconds; getting him a glass of orange juice before returning back outside and not seeing him. I figured he was hiding by the trees or something so just sat down and waited for him. I ended up drinking a little bit of his orange juice by the time I got suspicious… Calling out his name, I soon ventured out. By the wooden fence by the trees, there were larger foot prints. Boot prints in the mud that were not mine and my missing son… Screaming out his name, I started looking more and more for him. When I went to the front, I saw a car what looked suspicious to me, start up after looking at me and floored it. Immediately I called 9-1-1. Some neighbors and myself were on the front lawn of my house with four cop cars as people were being interviewed about this… That was when my girlfriend came home after being done with another guy.

That was when things started to go even more downhill for us. Though I couldn’t care anymore. All I cared about was my son and his safety. It was funny (not really) how the police had me as a suspect and such. I didn’t get off of their list for I got a little… Not violent, but just in their face with the matter. A week went by and there was no trace of my son. Two weeks - still none… And there was another kidnapping some blocks over. Another child around his age was abducted right out of his backyard; this time the person saw the guy but not in great detail. Still the case was on, now looking for two boys and possibly more children from previous times. It took three weeks for her to confess everything to me and for us to break apart. I don’t know how many times I’ve cried and didn’t sleep; hoping that a cop car will pull up with my child or… A call to pick him up at the station. There wasn’t one… Not for months. When that hit they seemed to stop searching for the children. Which caused myself and some of the neighborhood to band together top continue to look for the kids.

Three months… And we found him. My son and some others were malnourished, beaten, and all sorts of horrible. It sickened me. The police got involved for one of the neighbors got into a brawl with the kidnapper whio happened to be a serial killer amongst other things… I was so happy to have my son back. Lawsuits and such were taken into account for the man and our children were given special therapy and counseling, even at such a young age due to the traumatic event… Even myself was subjected to therapy… My girlfriend or well ex-girlfriend? Didn’t seem to care anymore. After all that was settled, as if that stress wasn’t enough, I engaged myself for custody. After months and months or arguing and working around things, I was soon subjected to be the one in full-custody of Raymond. My ex would have to pay some hundreds of dollars in child support for my son every month and have weekends visitation if she so choose; which she rarely did… It was as if she hated us both…

When my son was five and I was working with a business, he exhibited some weird qualities and expressed more unique and slightly confusing habits… I swore his eyes turned red and his teeth looked like little fangs. It scared me and worried me… Though when I told one of the neighbors, they spewed out things about the supernatural. They never really saw or seen a demon but they believed in that sort of thing… They said that my son was part-demon… At first I didn’t believe her and thought her to be crazy, but then I got recognition from my ex… When she visited to check up on my son. After that day I never saw her again and I rarely saw any child support money. I explained everything to my son about this… And to show him that everything was okay and to not tell anyone else, I got him a puppy. I also got him one when he was rescued from after being abducted… So my son had two dogs and I had one.

Moving to New Jersey, I got a better job offer there and continued to work. My son was six at that time and oddly; he loved moving. He said it was fun re-opening the boxes. It was like presents… Which we did move around Christmas time so some of the presents were in his boxes as he unpacked. The rest were under our rental fake Christmas tree that I rented out from a store just for one day… Which ended up being two for some of the neighbors ended up having a Christmas party at my home and a ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ sort of thing. Which was nice. Personally I don’t believe in Christmas, but for my son whom seemed to believe, I partook in it with him. As my son went to school, I continued to go to work, file lawsuits and crap against my ex for not giving me child support, and whenever it was possible - have one of my friends babysit my child… It took me a year for that to happen because of my trust issues due to the past. My son had to give me texts every hour if I wasn’t there. I was that paranoid and scared that he’d go missing again.

One day when he didn’t text for four hours, I immediately panicked. There was no answer, no anything. I clocked out early and left work, driving fast down the roads and above the speed limit. I hit a dog that day… I felt so bad I took it in and was about to give it to the pound but I changed my mind when I saw my son. Lord of the Rings marathon… They both were so into it they forgot. My heart seriously almost exploded that day. After some weeks, my son turned seven and it was around that time after multiple vet visitations, that the dog was back to full health. I put up fliers about the dog but no one claimed it, so we kept it. So now, we live in Essex, New Jersey… Living the normal apple-pie life… Somewhat.

FAMILY LIFE:

Grandmother (father's side); deceased.
Grandfather (father's side); alive.
Grandmother (mother's side); alive.
Grandfather (mother's side); alive.
Father; Richard; alive in California.
Mother; Miracle; deceased.
Son; Raymond, seven.
Russell Terrier; Jacques.
Neapolitan Mastiff; Zeus.
St. Bennard; Holly.
Tibetan Mastiff; Vitani.

OTHER:

He goes to exams and has certification renewals every few years to make sure he is still up to par with his jobs. So far so good.

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