â starring malcolm vassilakos.
meteorologist for your local news station. forty. crystal cove condos. dependent blog for aurorabayrpg.
[cis man and he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, MALCOLM VASSILAKOS! I couldnât help but notice you look an awful lot like THEO JAMES. You must be the FORTY year old METEOROLOGIST. Word is youâre CHARISMATIC but can also be a bit SELF-SERVING and your favorite song is ALL MY FRIENDS BY LCD SOUNDSYSTEM. I also heard youâll be staying in CRYSTAL COVE CONDOMINIUMS. Iâm sure youâll love it!
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full name: william malcolm vassilakos. nicknames: none. just malcolm. date of birth: may 22nd, 1985. age: forty. zodiac: gemini. gender and pronouns: cis man + he/him. hometown: newark, new jersey. occupation: meteorologist. neighbourhood: crystal cove condominiums.
â biography.
malcolm vassilakos doesnât have rainy days. if only everybody could be so lucky.Â
is it any wonder that heâs just so happy? even malcolm has trouble turning off his million-dollar smile when heâs not on air. it isnât his fault that other people have to live in fucking shit when they could just as easily step out of their perpetual raincloud. no, malcolm isnât lucky. not when heâd so clearly worked for what heâd earned. itâs only fair that he has his day in the sun. just ask his father who got him an internship at the local station.Â
it started as a few segments on new jerseyâs channel 12 reporting stories that people only kept on as white noise at the dentist office. when the call went out that the broadcast needed a temporary fill-in for the morning anchor, malcolm was quick to jump on the opportunity. it didnât take long before they had him out running weather forecasts around the city, rubbing shoulders at petting zoos and local fairs.Â
âmornings with malcolmâ soon became a staple for channel 12âs morning news. the veteran weatherman was happy to share the spotlight with the new blood, but hadnât the old man been there long enough? wasnât it time for a new season with fresh faces? malcolm certainly thought so and the rumours he spread to the producers made that clear as day.Â
the early retirement of channel 12âs meteorologist came as a shock to longtime viewers, but malcolm had his send-off ready for years. with it came his promotion as the lead meteorologist and a shiny new green screen to match. of course he was happy.Â
the call from good morning america came after years of jumping from one local station to another. sure, he had cost a man his job only to leave it within a year, but brighter days were ahead for someone as hungry as he was. whether it had been winter storms in boston or tornado warnings in alabama, malcolm had been the face of the morning news all over the country. it was only fitting that they move him up to the big leagues.
WNBY Chicago was growing stale, anyways. why else was he fucking up his lines and calling out of work? no, it had nothing to do with the fact that he would show up to broadcasts hungover after countless nights out. maybe he had gotten complacent at his job, but it wasnât like viewers ever complained. heâd even managed to get through an entire show after heâd stumbled into the studio the same hour heâd left that club. malcolm wasnât just happyâhe was downright ecstatic. he was going to be the new chief meteorologist for good morning america.Â
well, he could have been if his studio manager kept her mouth shut. apparently, his erratic behaviour on set was cause enough to bring to the ABC producers. theyâd left a pitiful email to let him know that they wouldnât be moving forward with him before blocking his calls altogether. worse was his firing at WNBY without so much of a mention of it on air.
with his tail tucked between his legs and his reputation radioactive, he crawled to aurora bay in hopes of laying low until the heat dies down. it might have been the only place willing to put him on television, but a part of him resents having to settle in a beach town when he could have gone nationwide. still, malcolm swears heâs happy no matter how many backhanded insults heâll mutter under his breath about the locals or how much his smile looks far too strained to be sincere.
contrary to popular belief, malcolm canât control the weather and only time will tell how well he can handle the storm ahead.
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thinks heâs more famous than he is and often thinks people are staring or waiting to take a selfie with him. tracks his online engagement (if any) but would never admit it.Â
his friends are chip, penny, and used napkin. had told countless people that he was going to be on good morning america and nobody had bothered to check in on him when that didnât happen. heâs not even sure if his so-called âfriendsâ noticed he moved to the west coast.Â
likes to keep up appearances that he's a friendly, level-headed guy. truthfully, he is playing a very delicate game with himself and the cracks are already starting to show.Â
malcolm was set to throw the opening pitch for a local new jersey baseball game where he predicted clear, sunny skies for the day. just as he stepped out onto the field, a freak storm washed out the game and left him drenched in his uniform. the team subsequently lost and he has been banned from the stadium since.
has family in town that he's not very close to. he's skipped out on one too many christmas dinners and now he has to pretend he remembers their names. felix? phil, maybe?
