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Dusting a little dirt from the knife, his attention shifted to the pack tossed at his feet, Murphy reaching down to grab it and sling it over his back. So he would get to try out his skills with the blade, and if done well, maybe he'd get the credit for bringing back the food. He silently hoped he wouldn't screw up in front of Bellamy, though a stubborn thought soon swept in to confirm he wouldn't. If only to himself. 

With a moment's glance back to camp to see if anyone else was accompanying them, he set off to follow Bellamy, glad it was just the two of them. There was something pleasing about that, whenever their leader delegated to him or called out a 'Murphy, with me', he felt good. As if someone was finally giving him some credit, some appreciation of sorts. It played to his ego and he was proud of the position he was in. However unstable the camp might be in terms of what would happen next. For now, he figured he was in the best place, the best casual rank he could be. The best position to survive. 

Following Bellamy further out now, he kept his knife in his hand, fingers curled loosely around. "How far are we going? Pretty sure anything small has been scared away by now. Unless you count Monroe."

Tag: Bellamy Blake

He slowed his already reluctant steps as they reached the delinquent graveyard, expecting to be given the task now barked at him, but he'd thought there might be a lecture in there somewhere first. He had no doubt it would come at some point. Obedient for now, outwardly at least, he positioned himself next to one of the older graves, doing as he was told and starting on a new one. Whoever had dug one of the others nearby hadn't bothered going deep enough, he noted. Spotting a flap of material poking out from the ground.

But who cared? Dead is dead.  

The mess he made. The leader's words prompted little response, just a glance towards while Murphy went about his digging. Never mind the mess Bellamy had made of everything. Or Clarke. Their so called leaders walking the way of those before them. Dictators pretending to be all for the people. Funny that they'd come all the way down here to be practically stuck in the same place. Same heirarchy. Same injustices. 

Of all the snide comments that almost made it to his tongue, he opted for one of muted sarcasm, though there was an element of real curiosity in the question. "Is one of these for me?" Considering he was supposed to be dead.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |

.:Name: John Murphy
.:Nick Name: Murphy
.:Affiliation: Arker
.:Age: 17/18

| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |

.:Physical Appearance:
Murphy has distinctive and strong features. Between his mordant glare and his trademark smirk, the occasional hint of emotion breaks through in his expressions. He is of reasonably slim build and medium height, with brown hair and blue eyes and a prominent nose. His clothing is usually a variation of the typical Arker style, with a few subtle adornments to make it unique, though it adjusts somewhat to meet the demands of his surroundings.

.:Height: 5'9"

.:Portrayed by: Richard Harmon

| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |

.:Personality:
Sarcastic and sassy, Murphy has a habit of getting others riled up, or at least provoking their irritation. His smartass attitude veils hidden depths. Not the psychopath others might see him to be, his cold and cynical personality is borne of self-preservation and experience; an everybody will let you down eventually approach. An orphan and outcast, he's tough and guarded with an emotional side very few get to see.

.:Special Skills:
Positives: Resilient, resourceful, intelligent, a survivor.
Negatives: Sadistic streak, cynical, deceitful when he feels it is necessary.
Murphy has some leadership skills and can follow orders when he decides to, which makes him an asset to have on your side, assuming his goals align with yours. However, if he doesn't share your way of looking at things, he can make things difficult at best. At worst, he's dangerous.

| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |

.:Birthplace: The Ark

.:Family:
Father: Alex Murphy - Deceased (Floated)
Mother: ? - Deceased

.:Occupation: Bellamy's 'Militia'/Second, Outcast, City of Light Seeker

.:History:
As a boy, Murphy lived on the Ark with his mother and father. After Murphy fell ill with flu, his father Alex stole medicine in his desperation to help his son. Captured following his crime, he was sentenced and floated, a fate Murphy's mother consequently blamed on the boy. Seeking solice from her pain, Murphy's mother began drinking heavily, a path that eventually led to her death, with her final words to her son blaming him for his father's death.

Following the death of both parents, the orphaned Murphy ended up in the Ark's prison, awaiting his review at eighteen along with the other young prisoners. However, before the time came, he was sent among the hundred delinquents down to earth to discover whether or not the planet was survivable. Once on the ground and finding it at first welcoming, Murphy soon aligned himself with Bellamy Blake, sharing his view of their new-found freedom and of those who had sent them down to die. Becoming Bellamy's second in command, Murphy helped enforce Bellamy's views and plans, while making himself a few enemies along the way, including Wells Jaha. It was following the death of Wells that events took a sinister turn.

As Murphy's knife was found at the scene of the murder, Clarke Griffin accused him of killing Wells. Despite his claims of innocence and defiant response to the accusation, in the furor of the moment many members of the group decided that Murphy was guilty, calling for his death as punishment. Beaten and bound, Murphy was set to hang, despite protests from several members of the group including Clarke. Calls for Bellamy to assert his leadership led to him being the one who finally kicked the crate from beneath Murphy's feet. It was at this moment that the true culprit Charlotte claimed her crime, and Murphy was cut down. A furious chase ensued, with Murphy and a few along with him calling for Charlotte to face her punishment, searching for her after Clarke, Finn and Bellamy set out in her defence. This chase concluded with Charlotte leaping from a cliff to her death, after which Bellamy beat Murphy and after ceasing at Clarke's urging, agreed to banish him from the group, with the threat of death if he returned.

Octavia Blake and a few others eventually found Murphy in a bad state outside of the camp, taking him in. Bellamy and Clarke questioned Murphy, discovering he had been captured and tortured by Grounders and had finally told them what they wished to know about the group before escaping. Unbeknownst to Murphy, he had been infected with a contagious fever and intentionally set free to pass it along. As many of the group fell ill with several dying, Murphy recovered, taking the opportunity to kill Connor and Myles for their part in his hanging. Biding his time, he eventually had the chance to take his revenge on Bellamy, attempting to hang him in retaliation. His plan went awry and he had to flee, shooting Raven Reyes in the process.

Escaping, he was captured again by the Grounders as they attacked the camp, finally returning to the dropship in the aftermath to discover a dying Raven who attempted to shoot him, though her gun failed her. Settling down across from her, Murphy revealed the short but poignant tale of his parents, and he Raven remained in the dropship awaiting their end until they were unexpectedly rescued by the survivors of the Ark after their arrival on earth.

| ~ • ~ | Member Info | ~ • ~ |

.:Name or Online Alias: JJ
.:How Did You Find Us: Searched for The 100 RPGs

The fever had left him quickly, as it had with the others, and now he was recovering from his torture. That would take longer. Nobody had noticed anything unexpected as the bodies of those claimed by the virus had been carried out, and why would they? After the first person had passed away, there were surely more to follow, it was no surprise they had. Now as the others recovered, it seemed everyone's thoughts turned to defending themselves, the survivors no doubt thankful most of them had come through the biological attack merely weakened. Many appeared to be keeping their resentment towards Murphy - the catalyst - subtle. 

There were of course others who had no problem showing their distaste, their reluctance to have him in the camp, and no doubt disappointment that Murphy wasn't among those bodies soon to be heading six feet under. One such as Bellamy; the animosity palpable as Murphy cast a glance to their leader, slowing his exit from the smoke hut once he met Bellamy's gaze. 

As the other approached, Murphy's attention fell to the shovel thrown at his feet, having half expected it directed at his head, the order to pick it up met with faint irritation but heeded nonetheless. "... Sure." How easy would it be to take out the king right now? His mind played over the thought but he kept it to himself as he followed, his expression shifting somewhere between wry and receptive as he waited for another instruction.