And I look up, and saw the sun, it separated all the colors. and the ice, into my eyes it fell, and left me blind.
𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Lamia King ( born Malia Thorpe )
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 & 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: cis woman & she/her
𝐀𝐆𝐄: 39
𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Medic
𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Civilians
𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊: N/A
𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌: Dichen Lachman
+ intelligent, determined, perceptive
- stubborn, obsessive, meticulous to a fault
born in new castle, new hampshire, malia thorpe was a strange and precocious child who had odd interests and lofty goals.
as long as she could remember, malia wanted to be a doctor. when she was a little girl she had daydreams about saving people, helping them, and making lives better. most kids her age played at doctor but dreamed of being princesses or firefighters or anything like that... but malia took to the doctor play the most. she got to the point where she'd quote shows she'd heard on tv, often operating on her stuffed animals and yelling 'stat' a lot.
she knew what it took to get there, the amount of education she'd need and the aptitudes, and even then some schools would be picky still. she couldn't afford to dally or deviate from her plan at all.
she spent hours of her recreational time studying old medical journals (and some new) to learn everything she could; she'd dive into microfiche at the library dating back to the early days of modern medicine and was fascinated by it; she was the head of her class, somehow managing to keep a near perfect 4.0 grade average even with all her extra-curriculars; she started several clubs and saw them through until the end, including debate and a safety club.
it was the only dream she had and she wanted to make sure she got there.
her dad was mayor there and her mother held a respectable position at the clerk's office (and they also were not exactly poor) so she wouldn't hurt for paying for school, at the very least. malia was likely to get into whatever school she wanted.
university came and she chose the most prestigious she could: harvard. the tuition was massive and the girl was set up exactly as she needed to be, her parents proud and happy for what they'd managed to accomplish in raising her, but everyone knew that malia had gotten there based on her own determination and skill.
an analytical mind had served her all her life and now it was helping push her through the four years of undergrad work, then the four years post grad... the residencies she took up in new mexico, spending the better part of her first 5 years getting tossed around the ER and put on graveyard shifts cleaning up piss and shit in terminal patients in the ICU.
she didn't ever think she'd have time to date, let alone fall for anyone to the point that they'd move in together, but here she was at 30 falling for someone dangerous and exciting, deviating from the careful path she'd taken all her life and getting in way over her head before she knew what would hit her.
it turned sour fast and six months in she was having to make up lies at work as to why she had new bruises, finding herself terrified in ways she hadn't planned. he was possessive, violent, and he came from money (more so than she did) which made it nearly impossible for her to disentangle herself.
she suffered for another six months before she finally slipped free of his grasp and fled further into the state, legally changing her name to lamia king and deciding to hide in plain sight. it took a while for everything to go through but she was able to find a simple job at a medical clinic in lancaster, arizona... she just had to retrieve her shit from new mexico first.
that's when she met yamato ishin.
gunshy, she shied away from the man who was suddenly offering to help her move boxes, recognizing that a woman in a black hoodie pulled deep across her brow and doing this work in the middle of the night was probably not in a good way. she balked, sure the man was sent by her ex but there was something softer about him (not that yamato was ever really soft) and she eventually allowed the help.
she wasn't stupid enough to tell him where she was going or why, but she did give him the number to a cell phone she'd registered in another state and they kept in touch. he never asked too many questions, he just found her cute and kept up with her because he'd noticed the bruises... and eventually he asked if she wanted to go out.
she balked again, terrified of heading back to new mexico but also not wanting to meet up in lancaster because then anyone could follow yamato to her. she gave in, but with caveats; she liked yamato so she didn't really want to pass up a chance at someone who had ever only shown her kindness, but... they agreed to meet up at some point between their two points (though she never said how far between) and their whirlwind romance took off.
she wasn't used to it, and though yamato was a bit withdrawn, he never raised a hand to her, instead treating her as if she were somewhat delicate. the situation itself had left her so terrified that she'd started taking classes in krav maga and muay thai but she was relaxed around yamato; almost content.
he never knew her real name, the one she'd been born with or her past (anything that could tie her to the woman that had been with an abusive man on a track to becoming a renowned doctor) and instead knew her as lamia king, of which he knew she had parents on the east coast and no siblings but she never mentioned harvard, new hampshire, or any of those details. no, she was a struggling woman working at a medical clinic well beneath her pay grade because of the fact that she was terrified to finish residency anywhere that would matter; afraid it would lead a trail right back to malia.
it didn't take long, however, for lamia and yamato to be so deeply in love that, one drunken night, they went to a quick chapel in one of the cities they often met up in and got married. they both seemed happy, in love, and content with their little marriage, going so far as to wear the cheap rings that had been given in the package along with something more personal and 'expensive' on their ring fingers.
she worried sometimes, because he was so withdrawn, that he would leave her. it led to a tiny bit of jealousy and worry, but not unfounded. one night she crept to new mexico again, assuring herself enough time had passed and she'd altered her appearance enough to not get caught, and watched as her husband exited a club, drunk off his ass, with his arm around some girl's waist and stumbled to her car to have sex.
it was a one-time thing, but lamia didn't know that. yamato hadn't chosen to cheat on her so much as he'd sort of lost the thread that night in all his business and ended up on the wrong end of an exchange that led to him destroying his marriage. to bring it up meant to admit she'd followed him, but after a relationship in which she'd been physically abused she'd be damned if she accepted one where she was emotionally abused.
the fight was loud and it was long, a year spent with them separated and arguing and yamato never once telling her the details of why it happened. he couldn't really reveal his club involvement, after all, knowing that it would likely scare her off and implicate her... but he also refused to sit back and be yelled at and just take that hit.
their divorce was as swift as their marriage and to this day lamia laments having lost him, but hates him for having cheated on her. she loved him more than anyone she'd ever met before and the spiral their divorce sent her into was legendary.
it didn't take long for the slightly wild medic at the local clinic to catch the attention of the wild coyotes and be brought into the fold of the motorcycle clubs. she was their on-call and often was set to patching up bullet wounds with nothing more than her medical kit and a bottle of jack. it was hard work, but her downward spiral had led her to craving things that would both distract and numb her to her own bad luck... she embraced it in fact.
if she was gonna have bad luck she was going to do it head on... and that meant putting herself in dangerous situations that she couldn't quite control. gone was the girl who had dreamed of soft things in saving people and been determined to be the best in a legitimate field; gone was the woman who had fallen in love and gotten beaten; gone was the woman who had fallen even more in love, been married, and had her heart shattered; malia thorpe had died somewhere along the way and lamia king was evolving into something else entirely.
better just hope she can survive it.
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