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John Murphy's Personality Type
ESTP

“THE ENTREPRENEUR” (ESTP-T)
Extraverted, Observant, Thinking, Prospecting, Turbulent

Theory, abstract concepts and plodding discussions about global issues and their implications don't keep ESTPs interested for long. ESTPs keep their conversation energetic, with a good dose of intelligence, but they like to talk about what is – or better yet, to just go out and do it. ESTPs leap before they look, fixing their mistakes as they go, rather than sitting idle, preparing contingencies and escape clauses.

ESTPs are the likeliest personality type to make a lifestyle of risky behavior. They live in the moment and dive into the action – they are the eye of the storm.
They are forced to make critical decisions based on factual, immediate reality in a process of rapid-fire rational stimulus response.

Also challenging is that to ESTPs, it makes more sense to use their own moral compass than someone else's. Rules were made to be broken. But if they minimize the trouble-making, harness their energy, and focus through the boring stuff, ESTPs are a force to be reckoned with.

With perhaps the most perceptive, unfiltered view of any type, ESTPs have a unique skill in noticing small changes. Whether a shift in facial expression, a new clothing style, or a broken habit, people with this personality type pick up on hidden thoughts and motives where most types would be lucky to pick up anything specific at all. ESTPs use these observations immediately, calling out the change and asking questions, often with little regard for sensitivity.

If ESTPs aren't careful though, they may get too caught in the moment, take things too far, and run roughshod over more sensitive people, or forget to take care of their own health and safety.

ESTPs are full of passion and energy, complemented by a rational, if sometimes distracted, mind. Inspiring, convincing and colorful, they are natural group leaders, pulling everyone along the path less traveled, bringing life and excitement everywhere they go. Putting these qualities to a constructive and rewarding end is ESTPs' true challenge.

Strengths: Bold ~ Rational & Practical ~ Original ~ Perceptive ~ Direct

Weaknesses: Insensitive ~ Impatient ~ Risk-prone ~ Unstructured ~ Defiant

I think a fair amount of this is pretty close to how I see Murphy.  Particularly the parts I highlighted, though it's all relevant. I think even in his 'irrational' moments there's still a rationality to it, if that makes sense. It's just that it's his own rationale.
He came close to middle ground on the Extravert (55%) and Introvert(45%) part, which I found interesting too.

I want to add this just because it makes me think of Murphy...


And like Jack, he is capable of doing the right thing. Of being a hero.

He went on with his lazy inspection of the room, staying put where he stood as his gaze roamed, if only to avoid settling on Bellamy. Though when the older man spoke up, Murphy's focus snapped back to him once more. Unsure whether or not he was making a point with his comment, that Murphy had been offered such before, a matter that was debatable as far as he was concerned. Hard to believe in second chances when it felt like he hadn't really been offered a first.

Yet the sincerity in Bellamy's expression, the lack of smug superiority in his voice... perhaps he meant it. For both of them. As close as he was to being defiantly dismissive of the idea, of even the need for a chance, Murphy knew he wanted to stay for now. He'd returned here after all and sure he had nowhere else to aim for, but he could have headed to the dropship. At least he would have found shelter, a place to rest a while. But he had pressed on further for the camp with the prospect of tenuous safety, familiarity, assistance. A chance. But with Bellamy, it wasn't so rudimentary as surviving. Though that was certainly a part of it, surviving each other. But emotion, resentment, hurt and anger still weaved their way in to tear down the simplicity of merely trying to stay alive. The complication of a connection. Twisted but there all the same.

Now he found himself staring at Bellamy, the other's last words seeming to be awaiting a reply, confirmation that it was even possible and Murphy had no idea if it was for either of them. Finally, he offered a faint nod, brow furrowing a touch. "Right... second chances... " It was spoken without any convincing tone of cynicism. Doubts on how realistic it was aside, he wanted one. And to be a part of someone else's? Perhaps that counted as his own. As for anything else that remained unanswered between them, Murphy couldn't speak it, instead hoping to convey it silently. His gaze steady on Bellamy despite the surging of emotion ready to embarrass him if he let it, he watched the other while quietly seeking how to forgive him. Realizing he had already begun. At the cliffside, where clinging to a rope of all things had presented their second chance.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

The confirmation had little impact in itself, but the delivery was another matter, with any question of the effect Clarke's departure had on Bellamy more or less answered. It could be seen as the other man clarified, and picked up in his voice more than anything else. He may not have been baring his soul and was unlikely to do so, but Bellamy gave it away all the same. Quietly and perhaps unintentionally, but there it was. He was hurt. Or angry. Or both.

Again, Murphy found himself wondering why he held any care for the matter at all. She had left, so what. That's what people did in one way or another. The appeal to remind Bellamy of that was there but it soon fell flat, going the same way as every other urge to take a verbal jab now did. There was no disorderly display of the other's grievance, no cries of abandonment or mistreatment, or even a sour word for Clarke. Maybe it was an accumulation. The shift in Bellamy's general composure, the apology. The fact that a few words... she isn't here, she left... seemed to tell so much, if only in the hint of distress as they'd been spoken, but Murphy felt he didn't want to make it worse. As if he could.

The questions given in response to his half-cynical comment forced him to assess it. Did he believe it? There was no prompt answer forthcoming and he let Bellamy go on to offer his own view, before Murphy's thoughts focused on the question once more. Do you think you would have done what you did, if you didn't have to? He paused at the door as Bellamy opened it up, eyeing the other man as he sought to give a reply. Justification, that's what it all came down to in the end. There were choices some might make that others wouldn't in the same circumstance, so what did that say for those who did what they had to do? Who were they? He couldn't answer. And the longer he watched Bellamy the more he felt his own emotions edging closer to the surface and he had to look away, biting at the inside of his cheek as if it might halt the exposure.

With his gaze now turned to the room, he headed in with a shrug to neglect the discussion for the moment, pausing a step or two inside as he glanced around. It was bigger than he had expected, still modest though more than sufficient. His surprise hinted in a faintly apprehensive glance back at Bellamy, however brief, as though the other might announce it was the wrong room. Another step further in before he stopped once more, adopting as much nonchalance as he could muster, though with his gaze still averted in case it should slip. "Yeah, we'll never know... "

Tag: Bellamy Blake

It was open? They had opened it just to let Clarke in? Only to imprison them both. He watched as she tried to push at the door, a faint hope she would have some sort of magic touch where he had failed though knowing it was useless, that he was still trapped in here. And now with Clarke of all people. What the hell was she even doing here? Murphy stilled a moment as the other began to question, suspicious. How odd it was she had shown up, so far from 'home'. His wariness soon faded. She was after all stuck in here with him now and if it was some bizarre ruse, it was a bad one. Or a brilliant one. Regardless, she appeared sincere in her confusion, a touch of distress in her gaze even. Though whether or not that was only due to their current predicament was unclear. 

Murphy was reluctant to leave the door, fearing that if he ventured back downstairs it might open again, only to seal shut once he raced back up. Staying put for the moment he offered a reply to Clarke's question, reaching up to run both hands through his hair as he spoke. "Almost a week, I think... does it matter? We're both probably stuck in here for good now." Irritation had him turning and heading off down the stairs after a pointless glare at the door, though the concern it might reopen just when he was too far away still lingered. He went on as he descended into the bunker. "I don't know who keeps it locked. Whoever runs that stupid drone... " He had his suspicions on the matter, but he wanted to hear what Clarke might know first.

Tag: Clarke Griffin

She isn't here. There was enough in the delivery of the words, despite Bellamy's apparent attempt at impassivity, to make it clear he meant she was no longer in the camp and that it wasn't a fact Bellamy was at peace with judging by the subtle wavering in his voice. At least, what Murphy took to be one. Emotion in the otherwise deadpan offering of information, and the other couldn't seem to look up as he spoke just yet. Murphy couldn't decide whether the news was perplexing or just the inevitable result of whatever had gone on here in his absence.

Either way, he didn't know of the events that had led to Clarke of all people leaving, if that was what had happened. Or was she dead? He figured Bellamy would have specifically said 'dead' if it were the case, but before Murphy could voice the query the other continued. More vague explanation that still seemed to say enough, to give all that was needed. Or maybe it was that the changes in Bellamy had already been visible to Murphy that the clarification of them wasn't so odd, even if the details were left out. "Clarke left?" He felt it necessary to make sure that's what Bellamy meant, that she hadn't died, though he was sure it was the former guessing that the other man would have bluntly said so otherwise.

Would Murphy have felt anything if Clarke was dead, or was that just a part of their lives? Death, on the Ark or down here. It wasn't uncommon for it to come before it was seen as due. Though it still affected each of them when it happened. To someone they cared for, someone they loved, but Clarke was neither to him. Other than a basic tending to one another they may have shown at some point, they were never friends. But to Bellamy? Everyone knew she meant something, whatever that had been. Whatever had happened to her, it wasn't appearing to sit well with Bellamy. Murphy's thoughts now shifted to why he should care about what bothered Bellamy at all, but as he studied the other man, he found that he did. Not potent enough that he would seek to comfort but a care nonetheless, and realized now that his animosity was dwindling.

He could put it down to weariness, still worn out from his recent journey back here, but that troublesome inkling to forgive if not forget hinted otherwise. Persistent though understated. And for what purpose? Would it serve to soothe either of them if he offered it? He turned his attention towards the doors leading off from the hallway. "Yeah, maybe. Or maybe that's just what we tell ourselves and the whole 'who we have to be' thing is just who we've always been..." He gave a shrug as if to drive the point, slowing his already lazy pace a little more as they passed a few doors. "... and always will be."

Tag: Bellamy Blake