Post by James Murphy on May 30, 2022 22:10:01 GMT
James Murphy the basics full name • james austin murphy jr.nickname • murphy, murph, jamie, jimmy age • eighteen birthday • november 22nd, 1999 gender • male sexuality • bi species• werewolf, beta occupation • student, grocery stocker the looks face claim • richard harmonheight & weight • five foot nine inches, one-hundred and fifty pounds overall looks • cold blue eyes. short black hair swept to one side. sharp jawline. large, pointed nose. rather thin, but still has muscle definition. gold eyes, pointed ears, claws, and lengthened fangs when turned. the personality likes - complaining - fighting - reality t.v. - spongebob dislikes - his mom - nicknames - small talk - touch strengths - determination - resourcefulness weaknesses - apathy - intolerance dreams - to not waste the second chance at life fears - dying. he doesn’t want to die overall personality • murphy is highly stand-offish. he is aggressive, crude, and pessimistic. he feels he has to be abrasive to survive. he is known to be violent when provoked but tends to stick to verbal hostility. his temperament led to him being locked up on full moons until recently, for he could not handle his rage while turned. because he is often quiet, he has become rather intuitive to others' emotions. this leads him to be able to determine whether someone is lying without much concentration–which makes him an excellent addition to any conversation ashton or blake is having, for while they talk, he reads the other person to gauge their reactions. while he is incredibly judgmental, sarcastic, and blunt, he has a soft spot for his pack. he is not overtly kind, ever, but he is much less insensitive when they were involved. he owes them his life. the history mother • sarah, 40, medical assistantfather • james sr., 29, soldier, deceased siblings • no siblings overall history • james had been born into a family wealthy with love. sarah and james sr. had been high school sweethearts, deeply in love with one another, but chose to wait until after sarah got her degree and james sr. finished his first tour in the army to have children. james was born with his father’s name, a junior to carry on his legacy. they had been stationed in northern california near san franscisco when he was born and lived there for seven years. when james was three, his father was sent back to iraq to fight. his mother was extremely smothering, worried that he wouldn’t prosper if she didn’t give him the love of two parents. when his father came back, they tried for another child, but after a miscarriage, determined that it wasn’t worth the pain to keep trying–so james was an only child. he grew to worship his father, enamored with the image of the strong soldier. his life was sweet and soft and full of love. he was a gentle kid, but around five, he grew ill. he had lung issues that prevented him from being able to play as hard as other kids in his grade. the doctor couldn’t pinpoint what it was, so they’d given him an inhaler and treated him for asthma. his mother, being in the medical profession, became very protective and at times overwhelming. she was worried for his health and hovered over him often. his father tried his best to not treat james different. he didn’t want the boy to feel out of place with the other kids. james had a happy home life. they had a nice home and spent a lot of quality time together. it was perfect. when james reached seven, his father was deployed again. he didn’t come home. his body was returned in pieces. the funeral was grim, and his mother held him tight to her chest as she wept. he was too young to understand. after that, everything changed. his mother moved them to beacon hills. she couldn’t stand to be in the same house she had shared with her lost husband, so she uprooted their lives once she got an offer at the hospital in the town. james was a wreck, confused and full of sorrow. he tried to seek comfort in her, but she turned cold towards him. he looked a lot like his father and it was hard for her to face him, but he didn’t know that. barely in first grade and he had no father and his mother all but abandoned him. she made sure he was fed and kept an eye on his health, but was absent emotionally. she blamed him for his father’s death, knowing that james sr.’s desire to be a strong role model for his kid is what drove him to become a soldier in the first place. james struggled with this transition. being the new kid didn’t help either. he learned to keep to himself, staying quiet and watching rather than participating. he didn’t have any friends, didn’t care for starting a relationship he knew would end. he’d lost his father and all but lost his mother, he couldn’t handle losing a friend. as the years went on, james grew cold and cruel. as his mother grew more neglectful and distant, he became nasty and aggressive. people couldn’t approach him and teachers struggled to keep him in line. he was hostile, not able to properly express his grief or misery. as the years progressed, he was known for his attitude. not quite a bully, but by no means kind. he would push kids down when they smiled at him, curse at teachers when they approached him about his awful group ethic. he was hurting and didn’t know how else to show it other than by being rough. by the time he was twelve, he was constantly on the verge of snapping. his health was declining, but he hid it well enough. he was in pain and agony, so when jensen flashed him a smile one day, he hated him for it. he went to trip him, but was smacked on the back of his head by a heavy hand. he turned to assault whoever it was that hit him, but his hand was caught midair, never making contact with the male. blake warned him that it was a bad idea, that jensen was off limits. james was curious. no one had ever put him in his place before and he knew blake to be quite the bully himself. so if he had a leader, he was intrigued. james had learned to defend himself quite early. he had never been bullied, but he had been picked on for his size and his sickly looks. he had always stuck by who he knew could protect him when he couldn’t do it himself. not friends, but people he could point the finger to should something go haywire. this ashton figure was something that promised sanctuary where he’d been lost for so long. when he met him in the summer, he hadn’t realized how out of place he’d felt. he’d been alone for five years, it was strange to bear the weight of ashton’s eyes and wait for his approval. james had never needed anyone, had never cared for anyone, but with those green eyes studying him, he felt so desperate to be welcomed by the boy. after a long moment of silence, ashton called him murphy and wrapped his arm around his shoulder as he pulled him to his side. he bristled at the touch, but his eyes watered at the name. he hadn’t put it together until then, that hearing his father’s name every time someone spoke to him had dug the knife a little deeper. it was like a load taken off his shoulders. ashton had treated him to lunch, sitting beside him while blake and sabrina took turns messing with jensen across from them. it was the first time he’d felt like he had a home since his father passed. he would never say that aloud, but they didn’t need him to. when ashton went back to texas, blake filled the space he left behind. the pair quickly became close, but murphy wouldn’t use the word ‘friends’ aloud on principal. the pair raised havoc together while remaining protective of jensen and sabrina. while murphy wasn’t as close to either of them, he understood that they were important to ashton and the boy had become important to him. jensen was a little goodie two-shoes and sabrina was a brat. she called him jimmy so he took to calling her sabby. ashton meant strength, meant power. he meant a place murphy belonged. he understood it was his job to keep the boy’s cousin safe while ashton was away, same as blake. he remained grouchy and pessimistic, but was less so around his friends. he started to spend more and more of his time at the pines’ cabin, but wasn’t allowed to stay overnight often. his mother was strict about having him home, for while she didn’t want to care for him, she didn’t want to lose him either. at fourteen, he had his first kiss. he wasn’t interested in love for he didn’t want to put himself in a position to lose anymore people–it was hard enough having so many friends now. he’d gone to a party with ashton and blake during the summer, sneaking in and getting drunk. it had been an older girl who he couldn’t even remember. a few weeks later, at another party, he’d made out with a college guy. it had been heated and handsy under the influence of alcohol, much different that the slow kiss he’d shared with the girl. murphy had been startled by the fact that he was drawn to both men and women, but he wasn’t one to be ashamed of something like this. he knew his friends wouldn’t care and if someone outside of his group tried to say anything, he’d have no problem putting them in their place. still, it wasn’t well known. murphy never had a partner, wasn’t really driven to start a relationship. blake had sniffed it out, but the rest of the pack was oblivious. when jensen’s parents divorced, he’d struggled to be comforting with the boy, but he tried. patting him awkwardly on the back and making dark jokes to try to help in the only way he knew how. at fifteen, his health took a nosedive. he had been stable for the last two years, but his lungs gave out on him one day, causing him to collapse. it was blake who brought him to the hospital, his mom finally showing interest in him as she fretted over his pale form. he struggled for months, diagnosed with copd and it was a death sentence. in the summer, he smiled for the first time in years at the sight of ashton–the boy who’d given him something to live for. when mr. pines had followed behind him and locked the door, he’d been confused. he nearly laughed when they gravely began to inform him that they were werewolves and could save him, but blanched when alan’s eyes flashed red and his canines grew. life or death. human or werewolf. jensen, sabrina, and blake were supernatural too. it made the decision easy. murphy was a part of the pack and like hell if he was going to die when he was given the chance to live. his first shifts were hell. he was so angry, so negative that the full moon brought out the worst in him. but those rough nights were more than worth the chance to be a part of the pack, to take a deep breath and not ache when he did. he owed ashton his life. he was loyal to a fault to the boy. he’d kill for him if he had to. sabrina left the pack when he was sixteen. the two weren’t as close as the others, but she had become important to him. they understood each other and it hadn’t been an easy blow to take. he’d been bitter when she left, but he knew blake took it the hardest. murphy was the quiet one, known to watch others and see what wasn’t being said. he knew blake liked her, knew he hated that ashton kissed her. he never spoke about it, but did little things to remind blake that he wasn’t alone. at seventeen, he lost his virginity to some guy in his math class. he’d gone over for a study session and it had ended with a quickie. murphy made a point of not talking to the guy again, but the boy had done the same. a few months later, at a party, he’d drunkenly slept with some girl in a grade lower than him. he would occasionally have one-night stands after those experiences, but it wasn’t often. murphy wasn’t driven by lust or desire like blake, nor did he have the patience for a partner. he preferred being on his own and feeding the crave when he rarely had it. during that summer, he’d gotten the call that ashton’s parents had passed away. he hadn’t known what to do, wasn’t sure how to comfort someone because he’d never been comforted. but he understood. when ashton came back and jensen was still away, it was up to blake and him to console him. they did the best they could. when jade and erin came into the picture, he was intrigued. he knew not all was as it seemed and he knew he wasn’t the only one. when the others turned a blind eye to ashton’s affection with jade and closed-door moments with erin, he followed suit. this was his alpha, the person who saved his life, he didn’t give a fuck what he was doing with the girls, but kept the information in mind. in february, a few months after he turned eighteen, he moved into the cabin. his mother and him had a massive fight and he couldn’t take it anymore. that place never felt like home anyways. once in the cabin, he only became more honed into the fact that ashton was certainly cheating on jade. heightened werewolf senses weren’t needed to come to that fact. he didn’t need to hear the soft moans or smell the arousal on the two when their shared looks said it all. murphy got it. ashton was distant with girls. he and blake were alike that way. so when jade wormed her way into his heart, he needed to do something destructive to keep himself at arm’s length. it wasn’t his place to tell ashton that he was being stupid, it was jensen’s. but if jensen wasn’t going to say it, then ashton was left to run his course. it seemed like the only two people who hadn’t caught on were jade and sabrina. murphy hadn’t been thrilled when sabrina came back, but he could admit that he had missed their banter. he just didn’t take kindly to traitors. she’d left them and he didn’t think she should be welcomed back so easily. however, that was not his decision to make. in the summer, two deaths had startled the town. the pack was discussing ways to handle these rogue wolves, but couldn’t figure out how to go about it. they didn’t want to out themselves in the process, but knew they couldn’t let more people die. in september of 2018, murphy had lunch with erin. he liked the girl–well, the best as murphy could like anyone. she was easy to talk to and handled his shit well. she wasn’t sensitive and she was a fucking bitch. he had called her out for stealing his shirt and then silently confirmed that she was in fact sleeping with ashton. she didn’t say it, but her heart did. he hoped ashton knew what he was doing. a week or so later, he was woken up by commotion in his house. jade had tried to take down the rogue pack on her own and was in the hospital. the worry in ashton’s eyes startled him, and he knew then he had to figure out some way to help his alpha out of this mess. he sat with blake on the couch, waiting for updates. as much as he hated it sometimes, he had people he cared about. he didn’t want to lose them. the visuals home • a two-story, cabin styled home that rests on the border of the preserve. the closest neighbor is over a mile away, offering privacy to the small pack. there are five rooms, two bathrooms, a spacious living room, and a grand kitchen. each pack member has their own room. jensen and ashton have rooms upstairs while uncle benny, blake, and murphy have ground floor rooms. there is a pool in the backyard before the land stretches into the forest. there is also a basement that doubles as a cell for rough shifts on a full moon as well as a liquor cellar.car • a maroon 2007 chevy trailblazer, it has two black stripes going down the middle of it. it had been his father’s, brand new when he passed away and given to murphy when he turned sixteen by his reluctant mother. outfits • he is often found to be wearing obnoxious spongebob graphic tees or baggy sweaters with jeans. he alternates between skin tight and loose fitting clothes due to body issues he has with himself. sometimes he feels too small and other times he's proud of his physique. occasionally, he'll wear a jacket for this reason. it's something that can make himself seems smaller, but that he can take of with ease. the threads from first to recent:no cabs to be had | pack topic kleptomaniac| erin & murphy working for the knife | jamie & murphy |