a study in: tragedy, 'is this fucking play about us?', found family, love lost, humanity unknown, broken psyche.
( matthew daddario / male / he/him ) —MALCOLM 'MAL' DEVERAUX has been living in Port Leiry for 6 MONTHS. They currently work as a BOUNCER AT SATIN CABARET, and are 44 years old. No one is sure if they’re actually a VAMPIRE or if they’re connected to SATIN CABARET. They tend to be quite INHIBITED and SELF-DESTRUCTIVE, but can also be FOCUSED and DETERMINED. — ( dani / gmt / she/her / 29 / none )
Name: Malcolm 'Mal' Deveraux Occupation: Manager at Anemoia Age: 36 44 Sexuality: Bisexual Species: Vampire Clan/Pack/Coven?: Kanemaru Hometown: San Francisco Relationship Status: Single Personality Traits: inhibited, self-destructive, focused, determined, lost, anxious.
tw: death, murder, blood
EARLY LIFE.
Hailing from San Francisco, Malcolm Deveraux was just coasting through life. Growing up, he'd been thrown through the foster system never once finding somewhere that fit him and then spat out into the world at eighteen years old. He didn't have much in the way of family or friends, but just surviving and being out of the system and standing on his own two feet was enough for him. Malcolm lived in the same shitty apartment he'd been living in since he was twenty-one. Small, but enough for him.
BEFORE.
Now he's thirty-six years old and most days he felt like he had absolutely nothing going for him. He worked at a tech company to pay his bills, nothing special more like glorified tech support, and spent most of his nights alone. Cooking for one, takeout for one, the way it had always been. Mal had a favourite place to eat, a little hole in the wall ramen bar; he rang in his order and walked the two blocks to collect it, deciding to take it home to eat instead of at one of the few seats there.
Malcolm never made it home. A shortcut through an alley was one that changed his life forever. He had no idea what he was seeing when he happened across it. all he remembered seeing was blood, so much blood and-- was it around their mouths? They noticed him quickly, in fact he could've sworn they were already staring at him when he turned into the alleyway. I'll take care of him. He heard, a man's voice. Not from here, definitely not American. British. Then a softer voice, female... British too he thought, but more Americanised. Been here longer, or just not managed to keep the accent like the other. What happens next is fuzzy. All he remembers is her soft, smooth voice, waves of red hair and a warm metallic taste in his mouth before waking up, gasping, in what could only be described as a manor.
A thirst like no other overtook him, and that combined with his newfound abilities... God, it was a lot for someone who never expected to be anything. He struggled, but his sire helped him as much as she could. Jessie, he had learned her name was. Jakoris was the male, much more unhinged than the woman but still it seemed he would follow her requests at the least - well, in the broad sense of the term.
Over the years he grew close to them, they gave him a purpose, a reason for being that he hadn't had in his entire living life. A real shot at belonging, one that the system never found for him and one he couldn't find for himself afterwards. Malcolm fucked up now and then, like every new vampire, but the loyalty between them was a bond that couldn't be broken even by those that tried.
It was perfect, it was all so fucking perfect and then he met her. It wasn't allowed, it was frowned upon and it was fucking dumb. However, love at first sight wasn't something that could be helped and it's not like he went looking for it. It was one of those cliche 'eyes catch each other across the coffee shop' first sights, and then he couldn't keep her - Kelly - from his mind. Mal would meet up with her secretly, they quickly fell in love. They found out, told him to end it or they would; he knew Jack would, and if not him then that awful psychopath of a lapdog vampire Demitri that seemed to follow Jessie and Jack around. He had no idea why, but he was there before Malcolm and they never liked each other. He refused to give Kelly up, and attacked both Jack and Demitri when they threatened to go after her themselves. It was the last straw, he was seen as unloyal and that break in trust couldn't be earned back. Malcolm was exiled from the family, after only seven years of being with them.
It was all too much, it was getting too much and then one night, a night with Kelly, things went horribly wrong. Another haze that he didn't much remember. He smelled blood and then... and then Kelly was in his arms bleeding, dying, and he could taste her blood working it's way down his throat. Hastily, he sunk his fangs into himself, breaking his own skin and forcing the blood into Kelly's mouth, trying to change her before she took her last breath. He sat, and he waited. Waited for her to wake up but there was nothing. The young vampire had killed the love of his life, and lost his family. He had nothing left, and so he ran.
NOW.
Arriving it Port Leiry six months ago, Malcolm found himself a job as a bouncer for one of the places in town. Satin Cabaret. He wasn't sure it was really the type of place that needed bouncers or if it was just for show, but either way he stood on the door, checked IDs and let people in. Broke up fights and kicked people out if it got too out of hand. He got himself a little apartment, not too dissimilar to the one he had for himself in San Francisco, and settled down. Tried his best to keep himself to himself. Like it was before. He's struggling more than he lets on, mourning the loss of not only the love of his life but his family. He misses them, they were the first place he had fit his entire life, and now he's back to being on his own again.
6 MONTHS ON.
A year of living in Port Leiry, and at some point along the way Kelly found him. She found him, and they made up but she couldn't stay there. She wanted more than that, and Malcolm knew she deserved more than that, but all he needed right now was a quiet life and believe it or not, Port Leiry was allowing that. Maybe someday they'll meet again, but she deserves to live her life to the fullest, and now that she's a vampire she has the option to do whatever she could ever want to do.
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
One Foot Wrong ; Day one in Port Leiry, Malcolm and your muse ran into each other and Mal did not make a good impression in the slightest. Tempers flared quickly, both parties getting worked up over the interaction turned altercation. Will that same heat rise if they run into each other again?
TBA.













