malachidubois

[malachidubois]

kirby-powell​:

kirby felt like that question should not have been directed at them. for one, they did not have a green thumb. being helpful, they wanted to give malachi an answer, and a good one at that. kirby made a face and shrugged. “i mean, sure?” they replied with no confidence at all. 

“From the look on your face, I can tell you’re not sure,” Mal replied. He weighed the plant in his hand, shifting it from one hand to the other. It was small and definitely not the kind of thing that Athena would accidentally eat. That was always one of his worries when bringing new things into the apartment -- would he return from work to find Athena sick from eating something she shouldn’t have? “Maybe, I should go with something artificial. For both mine and Athena’s sake.”

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fscottydoesntknow​:

“You can kill cacti by overwatering them. Their roots rot easily and too much water they die out. You’ll think it’s healthy at first cause it’ll look happy, but then,” He made a slat like a fart noise from the back of his throat in an effort to convey death without having to say it and then shrugged. All the while inwardly wondering how he knew that. Guess he took something from those few short weeks of sleeping with a horticulturist and hadn’t even realized it.

As the other man continued to speak, Malachi’s eyes widened. He’d always believed cacti to be low maintenance easy plants. Something that even he couldn’t kill, but by the sound of it, he’d been wrong. “So, what you’re saying is that I could care so much for it that I accidentally kill it?”

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This was a stupid idea, Malachi thought as he clutched the small potted plant in his hands. Between his schedule and Athena’s exuberance, this little guy was doomed. Still, his apartment needed some brightening up and plants were the easiest way to that, weren’t they? “For clarification purposes.” he began, turning to the person beside him. “Cacti are virtually indestructible, right?”

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hey all. I’m mobile so forgive how ugly this is. I’m going to drop a starter for Mal and then call it a night bc I’m exhausted, but if anyone wants to plot, feel free to shoot me a message either here or on discord: annmunition#2308

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★ ━  ( ricky whittle,   cis-male,   he/him )  ━ ★   just to be clear, ya didn’t get this information from me.   The person you’re lookin’ for is   MALACHI DUBOIS.  also known as just   MAL.    Last I heard he was born on   OCTOBER 21ST, 1981   in    ORANGE COUNTY, CALIFORNIA,   but he’s been livin’ in   KING,    for about    THREE YEARS.    Word around the districts is, this cat,   MAL  can be    WITHDRAWN,   BRASH,   &   PESSIMISTIC,   but i gotta tell, ya, alls I seen is good things, like the fact that he’s   LOYAL,   COURAGEOUS,    &    ADAPTIVE.   I guess that depends on how well ya know ‘em, though.   the last thing ya need to know is that he works as a   SECURITY GUARD   &   BOXING COACH. I don’t know much about what that’s all about but I do know that’s all I can tell ya the rest you gotta find out on ya, own.  

ABOUT.

CONNECTIONS.

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                                    ABOUT THE CHARACTER.

★ ━  ( ricky whittle,   cis-male,   he/him )  ━ ★   just to be clear, ya didn’t get this information from me.   The person you’re lookin’ for is   MALACHI DUBOIS.  also known as just   MAL.    Last I heard he was born on   OCTOBER 21ST, 1981   in    ORANGE COUNTY, CALIFORNIA,   but he’s been livin’ in   KING,    for about    THREE YEARS.    Word around the districts is, this cat,   MAL   can be    WITHDRAWN,   BRASH,   &   PESSIMISTIC,   but i gotta tell, ya, alls I seen is good things, like the fact that he’s   LOYAL,   COURAGEOUS,    &    ADAPTIVE.   I guess that depends on how well ya know ‘em, though.   the last thing ya need to know is that he works as a   SECURITY GUARD   &   BOXING COACH. I don’t know much about what that’s all about but I do know that’s all I can tell ya the rest you gotta find out on ya, own.    ━     ( ooc:  ann,   est,   27,   she/her )

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                             BIOGRAPHICALLY SPEAKING…

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Ariana Dubois was seventeen when she fell pregnant. Perhaps this wouldn’t have mattered if she’d been anyone was else, but as the only daughter of an upper-middle-class family, there were appearances to upkeep. Ariana never did confess the name of her son’s father but when he was born, it was clear that his father was not someone the Dubois parents would approve of.

Malachi Dubois was a quiet child. He suffered from a stutter in his early childhood, further proof of his flawed status. His grandparents hated him for everything he represented – the ruination of all of the plans they’d had for their only daughter – but Ariana loved her son with all of her heart.

Growing up, Malachi hated everything about his life. He was the only biracial child at his school, a fact that the older boys used to torment him daily. Coming home was no better. His grandparents enrolled him in pointless activities just to get him out of the house… They never truly recovered from the scandal that was his birth, and never ceased to make him know just how much he’d ruined their lives.

When he was 15, Malachi was caught with a group of boys from the other side of town. They were everything his family was not – lower class, rough around the edges, and accepting of him – and he loved them. It was his idea to vandalize the private school he attended. It wasn’t supposed to be anything too serious, just a bit of graffiti. When they were caught, Malachi got off with a stern warning due to his grandparent’s influence. His friends did not fair as well.

As soon as he turned 18, Malachi moved away from home. He loved his mother, but he resented her for never having left his grandparents’ home. He was convinced that growing poor couldn’t have been as bad as growing up hated and despised. He was determined to make it on his and took up working odd jobs, namely as a janitor at a local gym.

It was here that he fell in love with fitness. He’d always loved basketball and baseball and at one point, had considered pursuing a career in one of those sports, but had quickly realized that that would not support him. He went from janitor to athletic trainer.

A few years later, Malachi enlisted in the army. It was something he’d mulled over for years, but after his mother’s death, he realized that there was nothing tying him to life anymore. He hadn’t made anything of himself and so far, all he’d managed to do was cast a shadow over his grandparents’ legacy.

While serving overseas, the Humvee that Malachi was in was hit by an IED. He was shipped home shortly after, a shell of a man. The wounds healed, but the scars ran deeper than the physical. He couldn’t sleep. He had so much anger in him that he couldn’t even recognize himself anymore.

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