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  • Malachi Fox

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    About Malachi Fox

    • Rank
      Fresh Faced

    CHARACTER PROFILE

    • GENDER
      Male
    • PLAY-BY
      Richard Harmon
    • AGE
      26
    • SEXUAL ORIENTATION
      Bisexual
    • RACE
      Empowered Human
    • JOB
      Server at Boheme Coffee House
    • 'SHIP:
      Single
    • LOCATION
      New York, NY
    • FACTION
      Factionless
    • SOCIAL AFFILIATIONS/RELATIONSHIPS
      Random scattered friends and acquaintances here and there, but most would be in the Southern territories.

    Profile Fields

    • Primary
      Malachi Fox
    • All My Characters
      Malachi Fox
    • Typist's Interests
      Animal behavior & training, martial arts, foreign martial arts movies because I'm a loser like that, zombies and zombie lore, fantasizing about what life would be like if I could actually understand computers and coding and stuff(I've tried), and generally learning things I didn't know before.
    • Typist's Role Play History
      I actually started on Horseland, which has nothing to do with roleplaying at all, haha. Then I went on to continue roleplaying animals for a while, but became interested in humans for some reason(I can't remember anymore). I fell out of RP because I felt constantly pressured to reply in less than a week, which wasn't always possible. Now, I only join forums that are, like this one, more relaxed and without that insane pressure.
    • Role Play Sample
      Ya know, he really should have taken his chances above ground.

      That's what Malachi thought when the first gunshot rang through the tunnels. Obviously these Dogs were packing, and Malachi, well... He preferred to be a little quieter with his arsenal. Didn't noise attract the Zees? And also, bullets. There weren't that many of them. So why the fuck was this group hell-bent on wasting the last of them? Seriously. Didn't make a lick of sense to the only Fox boy. Still, there he was, humming the Mission Impossible theme song as he hugged the dirt walls and tried to find his way around the dark cavern.

      Because really... Where the fuck was he? Malachi paused his humming to look around, his torch the only thing providing him a source of light. How did these Moles do this? How could they possibly memorize all of these damn twists and turns?

      Malachi had decided to hunker down until the threat passed. One lonely little Fox couldn't take on an entire horde of intelligent, living human beings. The dead things? Maybe. But the ones who were still alive still possessed a level of intelligence that completely outmatched his own. Hey, he could admit that he wasn't the brightest bulb. He wasn't very strategic, didn't know the land, and definitely wasn't about to win any awards for outstanding genius. He'd lived so long purely on luck and a little dose of street smarts. It helped that he knew how to fight and how to run away, too.

      But... Now he was wondering if he'd just run head-first into an early grave by deciding to hole up underground with a bunch of dirt-loving weirdos.

      And also trying to fight his inner sense of heroism.

      Because really... He didn't have a death wish. Like, alright, sure, he missed Autumn and Noah and Little Z. But he also kind of liked living. But only kind of. Because let's face it: The world right now sucked major donkey balls. But he damn sure wasn't suicidal.

      As Malachi inched closer to the gun fire, however, he had to wonder if that was true. He was, after all, heading towards the fight, not away from it. And still humming the Mission Impossible theme song, smiling as he crept along like a little spider on the wall.

      Or, wait, wasn't it fly on the wall? Hm... Spider... Fly... Spider... Yeah, he liked spider better.

      Oh, shit. Malachi flinched back, dropping his precious only source of light as a bullet hit the wall next to him. How rude. He smirked as he ducked around a corner while the fire from his torch began to die out. "Ya gotta do better than that if you wanna kill me," he called out to whoever had shot at him. Or maybe it was a ricochet and he was pretty much talking to himself? He didn't really know. These damned tunnels were hella confusing and light was not exactly commonplace in this place.
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