MURPHY, liam duilio

[liam]

NINETEEN. COLLEGE STUDENT. STRAIGHT. FLOATER. NICHOLAS BRAUN.
( LIAM DUILIO MURPHY )

I SEE YOUR EYES, YOU'RE BARELY SOBER.
I HEAR YOUR VOICE, YOU'RE CALLING OUT FROM ME TO YOU.
the character

So this is Liam. He's from Idaho. His mom's a concert pianist and his dad's one of those crazy painter fellows, so he's basically spent his whole life around art and music. His parents also traveled a lot, and tended to drag him along, which is part of the reason he was home schooled. Fortunately, they didn't mess him up too badly - he's just a bit selfish, rude and lazy. Jaded, I guess. But he's also spontaneous, creative and funny, so I'd say he's pretty well balanced. Slightly awkward, slightly odd, slightly awesome. He's naturally outgoing, and tends to go where the wind takes him. Recently, it landed him in college, where he's basically working his way through general studies for lack of anything better to do.

SO SAY THAT YOU JUST WANT TO RUN AWAY.
AND REPLAY ALL THE THINGS THAT I TRIED TO SAY.
behind the character

hey bitches, it's KITTY and i've been pimpin' these hoes for about SIX YEARS. i know right, it's great isn't it? need to get a hold of me? hit me up by PM or AIM @omgkittyomg. i'm also in the PST time zone just so you know. don't need to be telling you people twice. also meet the rest of my lovely babies, BUT LIAM'S MY FIRST!

Okay. Scorpius was quite convinced that these suits of armor were alive. For one, he'd been in the very middle of the hall, as far away from the bloody things as possible. Not because he was scared, really; he just found that the old, rusted statues had a tendency to reach out and trip unsuspecting students or, should that tactic fail, simply fall on top of them. Which was why he stayed as far away from them as possible. Besides, the thick darkness beneath their unpolished helmets was just creepy. Of course, it was entirely possible that this particular suit of armor hadn't just leapt from the wall to stand, precariously balanced by two pale, thin hands, in front of him. Perhaps the rug was to blame. Looking back now, Scorpius could see a rather definted crumple in the maroon fabric which indicated a bump. One that was big enough to trip over. One that would send him, not the haunted shell of an old warrior, flying. Which was why he was now stuck in an odd position, unable to move for fear of dropping the thing to the floor. The faint creak it had made as it lunged forward was already quite enough noise for such a deserted area of the school. He'd wanted to frighten Boot, yes, but not by creating a racket loud enough to bring all the ghosts in the castle back to life. He'd been following more along the lines of 'sneak up behind her and yell something.' She was known for being a bit on the timid side, despite the shining prefect badge she wore so proudly. And why she was monitering this hallway - the one where the gross, difficult kids hung out - was quite beyond him. Though it was definitely adding to the atmosphere of fear he'd hoped to create... His arms beginning to ache from the effort of supporting so much weight, Scorpius turned his attention back to the armor, glaring up into the place a pair of eyes should've been. "Why do you have to be so bloody difficult?" he muttered under his breath. When it didn't answer (not that he had been expecting it to), he readjusted himself, peering at the base from which it had fallen and trying to find a way to put it back. Just to make things exceedingly difficult for him, the feet remained on the small pedistal, having come completely unattached from the body. Whoever had put these here certainly didn't have much access to the world of logic; if you're going to secure the feet, you might as well secure the whole thing, right? That would make the most sense. Scorpius was still puzzling over ways to get out of his current situation when Boot pulled the exact trick he'd been hoping to use. She'd somehow managed to sneak up behind him, and hadn't realized that speaking suddenly could startle a boy. Surprised, the Malfoy heir spun around, eyes wide. Just as he was about to come to terms with the shock she'd so kindly provided, a much more disturbing sound came from behind. Again, he spun, staring down at the suit of armor which now lay, broken into several pieces, on the floor. Taking a moment to breath, Scorpius surveyed the damage. Deciding that dealing with Selena Boot, sworn enemy of his best friend, was more important than repairing school property, he swung around for a third time, casting the girl in a cold, steely gaze. "Merlin, Boot. Why'd you have to go and do that?" He tried to insert a certain amount of harshness into his voice, though he was still a bit breathless from the events of the past couple seconds.