O'ROARKE, Malachi Bellamy

[Malachi Bellamy O'Roarke]

MALACHI BELLAMY O'ROARKE

FULL NAME: Malachi Bellamy O'Roarke
NICKNAMES: Mal
AGE: Twenty Seven
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: Multi-platform Artist

HAIR: Short, sandy blonde in colour. Some product and he's good to go.
EYES: Blue
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: Nothing worth a story
TATTOOS: None
PIERCINGS: Nada
PLAY-BY: Josh Dallas

LIKES: Words that taste like Mangoes, strawberry jam, fairytales, art, fresh canvas, maths, sciences, his synesthesia, coca-cola, gallery openings, selling one of his works, dogs, vests, swordplay, work boots, strawberries, mangoes, numbers, getting paint everywhere, pottery, cute babies, the smell of old books, pirate stories, plaid shirts
DISLIKES: fedoras, pointy shoes, having to wear a suit, words that taste like tar, explaining synesthesia, cats, tea, forgetting his sunglasses, raisins, fish, tiny cars, mindless television,
FEARS: Being told his days are numbered, getting that call from South Dakota about his mother, coming home to a destroyed apartment (Robbery).
SECRETS: The little matter of his synesthesia isn't exactly known to anyone but his family. It's not so much a secret as just something he doesn't talk about.
PERSONALITY: Mal is quite the oddball but in the best way possible. He is a real sweetheart, totally caring and loving because he'd been raised to be that way. He grew up having only a mother who taught him how to be respectful, how to treat a woman properly and he'd never forgotten those life lessons. He's not got a temper to speak of unless it involves the man who fathered him. There had been a long battle fought all through his teenage years that left Malachi a little bit bitter where the older man is concerned. An artistic soul, Mal creates art for a living using all sorts of mediums. He's not fussy on what materials he uses, he can create something from nothing at all. Because of his artistic nature, Mal has a habit of being a little reclusive. He's an attractive man but he's not the kind of guy to really notice it. He usually has paint on him in some way or another so he's always just figured that was what they were looking at. Mal has synesthesia but he doesn't talk about it and unless someone hears him say something and questions him, he won't talk about it either. But because of his synesthesia, Mal is quite the genius in science and maths, easily able to do extremely difficult equations in his head but he very much prefers the artistic over the scientific. To explain how he feels about it all isn't easy and Mal had given up trying to explain back when he'd still been in primary school. It's too much effort for people who would just nod their heads like they understood but never really did and probably never would. It was fine by him if people just considered him one of those quirky artists because at the end of the day, that was exactly what he was.

MOTHER: Harriett Finella O'Roarke & fifty eight.
FATHER: Harvey Anderson Peters & fifty eight.
SIBLINGS: Aristotle Wesley O'Roarke & twenty three
OTHERS: N/A.
PETS: Charming & Mini Doxie!
HOMETOWN: Mitchell, South Dakota
HISTORY: Harriett had known Harvey since they'd been fifteen years old, when he moved in next door. They were friends, the best of friends but it had never gone further than that. He made sure the guys she dated were good guys and she did the same for his girlfriends. They only wanted the best for each other. College rolled around and they decided to go the same way, which helped with costs because instead of dorms, they got an apartment just off campus and their families had high hopes that the pair would come to their senses but it never happened. Life went on though and they were happy on their separate lives. Years went by and nothing really changed. Too many of Harriett's friends were getting married and having babies; staying their lives. And though she'd never thought about marriage or happily ever after, she thought about kids a lot. She wanted a couple at least. She didn't mind being a single mom, she had a good job, she was home at nights and weekends. She could provide for a child no problem.
 
The only problem she had was concerning the parentage. She didn't want any old man off the street to contribute to her child. She wanted someone she knew. So she asked Harvey if he would consider it and gave him her stipulations to it all. She didn't want any help with money or anything. She wanted this child to be hers and hers alone. And he agreed. He wasn't good with kids, he was awkward and didn't know what to say so he kept his distance, even at family reunions and things like that. So at the time, it was easy to agree to the terms  Harriett gave him. A few visits to a doctors office and eleven months later, Malachi was born. She gave him the name of her favorite romance novel's leading man because she knew he would be a heartbreaker from the moment he was born. And she wasn't disappointed either. The nurses all wanted to hold and cuddle him during their stay and Harry's friends just couldn't get enough of him either. It made her happy. Mal was a good kid, cute and playful, very friendly and always getting himself into trouble.
 
Four years later, Harry got a phone call late at night. Her sister had given birth to a baby boy. But they couldn't let her keep him. She was unstable at the best of times and couldn't be trusted with a child under her care so Harry called up Harvey, begged him to come over and watch Mal while she went to hospital. He agreed though extremely reluctantly. Thankfully he slept through the night so there was no fear of having to really take care of him. Harry was back before Mal woke up and all was good; except she'd come home with a little baby boy with an equally peculiar name as his story; Aristotle. Harry called him Aris for short and after eight months of lawyers and paperwork, Harry officially and legally adopted Aris. She would admit it was a bit more work but she loved her boys. Mal took care of Aris like a good big brother, watched over them when he started school until they weren't in the same one anymore. It was long before then though that they found out about Mal's condition. He was a small child, so no one really listened to what he said when he'd go off on these silly tales full of stops and starts. The adult thought he was joking around and the kids either teased mom for the things he said or wished they could be him. And then during a routine doctors appointment he said some things that caught the doctors attention so he asked more questions and though the answers seemed ridiculous and silly to Harry, the doctor seemed to be more and more intrigued by Mal.
 
They made another appointment and ran more tests all coming to the conclusion that the doctor had already made; Mal had synesthesia. It didn't hinder him during school, in fact it actually helped him though it was difficult to explain. His maths and science grades were scores higher than anyone in the school and the art he submitted for class was beyond exceptional but other classes did suffer. His English wasn't quite as good as it really could have been and physical activities left the poor clumsy boy with more bruises than skin so he only did as much as was required during his primary school years. Secondary school rolled around and things changed as they always did in a new setting. But it was also the summer right before he started high school that the family of three moved and when the troubles really began. As the boys had grown up, Harvey was around quite a bit which led him to realize slowly that he did in fact want to know his son. In a way he did, but Harvey didn't know everything, not really anything at all in fact. Harry had wanted the boys to grow up in a community that wasn't as big city as Mitchell seemed to be; which was the whole reason behind the move from Mitchell to Wessington Springs. For Harvey, being nearly an hour away from them took its toll and he started to research and after about a year of looking into it, trying to talk it over with Harry to no avail, decided to take her to court. He wanted to have some rights over his child.
 
It was a long process, one that had Mal clamming up at school and at the part time job at a local cafe he'd obtained when he'd become old enough and being around the house was just too much of a hassle. Aris habitually stayed around at friend's houses until it was the last possible second to get home at night before his mother threatened to call the police. They all knew they were all empty threats, she understood the boys were having just as much trouble with everything as she was. They liked their situation as unusual as it was in South Dakota, there was no need to change it for them. But Harvey was a little more than a bit selfish and hadn't actually took the boys or Harry into consideration when he'd decided what he wanted; which caused many problems with Mal agreeing to see him. He was after all, hurting his baby brother and Mal wasn't fond of anyone doing that. Only he, as his big brother, was allowed to tease and torment Aris for any number of reasons. Anyone else had to deal with Mal and that never ended well. Luckily for him, as he'd gotten older, he'd grown up and filled out, was able to lift some weights without finding new bruises which made him solid. So Aris wasn't teased often, except by Mal himself and that was all done in a good natured spirit. So the fight was long and tiring and did no one absolutely no good because by the time it all came to an end, Mal was over eighteen and therefore, completely pointless. And Mal never spoke to Harv again after that; none of them did in fact, and it cause quite the rift in the two families. But it was too late to try and mend things. Harvey had done too much damage.
 
It was also through all this familial drama that Mal was trying to make friends at school and lead a relatively normal life. He had his fair share of friends, taking quite a liking to one girl in particular that shared more than a couple classes with him. It wasn't on purpose, it had just happened that way. But they kept their distance outside of school. He noticed some bruises and things that just seemed off to him but his inquiries went unanswered and Mal was left feeling even more confused and quite angry. There was however, nothing he was able to do, much to his displeasure. Every time he tried, he was brushed aside, though he never stopped being her friend. Even when news broke that she was pregnant, he'd never stopped being her friend and school though she did distance herself more and more and unfortunately, though he did regret it, life moved on and he had a lot to think about. His art was already exceptional, though that was a sort of side effect to his condition. Being quiet adept with arts and maths and sciences was the norm for people with his condition and though he was quite smart, he enjoyed the art aspect a hell of a lot more than being able to solve complex equations in his head without even really taking any time at all to consider any of it. He had always just known the answers. Art was even more complex to him and he loved it all. So he went down that path and found himself the center of attention for more than a dozen art schools around the country. Most of his troubles were forgotten when he agreed to attend an art school in New York, very prestigious and very elite. It was a tough school to even get an interview for and they wanted Mal to attend, they were willing to give him scholarships and money and all sorts of things to get him to go to the school. He wasn't a big fan of people trying to buy him but it was the best school in the country and Mal wasn't about to pass that up. Of course, he also wasn't willing to take a full scholarship when he knew damn well that he didn't need it and that it would allow another student who really deserved it to attend. So he agreed to the school but not the money and they agreed as well.
 
Life in New York was great, Mal was thriving there in the big city, working towards a degree he really didn't need. He was already part of gallery openings all over the city, his work was already being sold for tens of thousands and it was incredible. Especially for a kid, still able to add "teen" to the end of a number for his age. He was worth a small fortune before he'd even hit two decades. He sent some home to his family of course and when he was twenty two, Aris moved in with him, following in his brother's footsteps to attend school in New York. Harry liked her small town life and chose to let her boys start to figure life out on their own. They had each other in the big apple and that was all they needed. She received regular calls and the boys visited home often enough but life went on. Mal had forgotten about high school life for the most part. There were parts he remembered vividly and others were more of a haze but those four years were ones he really wanted to forget anyway. He worked in his studio, creating more works of art in all sorts of mediums while Aris went to school, worked at a little part time job to keep himself busy and went out with friends he'd made rather easily. Now at twenty seven, Mal is doing quite well for himself though he's not sure what the future holds for him. He is however, more than willing to find out. The only problem of course, is getting out of his studio for something more than a gallery opening or supply run!

YOUR ALIAS: Cali
RULE WORDS: THERE ARE NO RULES FOR ME.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In a drawer full of ribbon in fact!
SAMPLE:

I really must decline!

[Cali]