MUPRHY, SCOTT ADAM [CLOSED]

Full name: Scott Adam Murphy
Current age and birth date: January 18th, 24 years old
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Struggling writer, landscaper
Member group: Local
Face claim: Ryan Gosling
Distinguishing features: of the wishing tree on the outside of his left shoulder/arm area, tattoo of a monster's hand and a bleeding heart (though it looks more like a cactus) just below his left elbow. Six inch long scar down his right forearm from fracturing it when he was eighteen (had a metal plate put in).
Likes: Hard liquor, quiet spaces, reading, sarcasm, sweets, dogs, sleep, sex, knitting.
Dislikes: Cats, pop music, clubs, reality TV, commitment, cold weather, YA novels, authority.
Strengths: Strong work ethic, eloquent, witty, firm/assertive in his convictions.
Weaknesses: Stubborn, sometimes abrasive or blunt to a fault, borderline alcoholic, introverted, incapable of committing.
Fears: Never succeeding at anything in life, dying alone, the impending zombie apocalypse.
Habits: Cracks his knuckles, forgets things on a regular basis (especially his keys), always steps onto things with his left foot first.
Secrets: Actually sort of wants a relationship deep down (though he'll never admit it), recently began working as a ghostwriter for a moderately successful YA book series.
Overall Personality: The amount of times he's been told that he "comes across as a bit of an asshole" due to his sarcasm are staggering. Thankfully Scott never lets it get to him, because other people's opinions of him mean very little in the long run. He's outspoken without being narrow minded, and can often go long periods of time without uttering a word; he's more of an observer. But then there are times when he's capable of spewing long monologues about the benefits of swiss cheese over cheddar. He's unpredictable, impulsive, and oftentimes says the wrong thing at the wrong time. But he means well...mostly.

To those who truly know him, he has a softness about him that he considers to be his most annoying feature. He cries any time he sees a dog in pain, even in fictional circumstances; but if anyone mentions this he'll deny it vehemently. Always pushing himself, he despises laziness in others as well as himself. If he comes across anyone who's had the world handed to them on a silver platter, chances are he won't like them very much. It's difficult for him to get past his initial impression of people, as he's horrifically stubborn; but if people are persistent enough, they may eventually change his mind about some things (and he is capable of admitting when he's wrong, thankfully). "May" being the operative word.

He hates sitting still and can usually be found fidgeting with something, which can make writing difficult on the more boring days. But he thrives in quiet spaces, because he can actually find the peace his mind needs to let his body slow down for a spell, allowing the writer's block to finally subside. It's never easy being friends with Scott, but it's often rewarding; for the sheer passion he brings to the table can be infectious.
Mother: Sarah Candice Murphy (Cardiac surgeon)
Father: Adam Michael Murphy (Interior designer)
Siblings: One older brother (will be putting up a request for him, so he doesn’t have a name yet), aged 25
Other: N/A
Pets: A dog (mutt) called Voltaire
Overall History: Scott’s life had never been one for the papers, nor had he ever suffered any horrific childhood trauma; for that he was thankful. He was fairly average as a child growing up in Newport Beach, only excelling in the area of English (the idea of playing on a Little League team was laughable even to seven-year-old Scott) and he rarely talked back to his elders. The moment he hit high school, however, he finally gained a sense of self and only then made his first real lasting friendships. He attempted the typical teenage rebellion like most people that age, and came out the other end relatively unscathed. He left not a single footprint in his wake after leaving high school, choosing anonymity to infamy. It’s easier to surprise people at ten-year-reunions that way, and far less sad if you end up bald and alone.

Most of his family issues stem from the fact that his father has always wanted his sons to be successful in life. Scott was always the shadow to his older brother’s shining star, the underdog that no one would ever write a Hollywood blockbuster about. His brother had everything that he didn’t, and Scott knew his father held tight to the pride of having at least one success in the family. Being so close in age meant they were in constant competition with each other, and never really got along. Even still, Scott’s father pushed him to succeed and make something of himself (whether Scott wanted it or not). “You could be a lawyer, or a doctor like me. Hell, you could be a fireman, for Christ’s sake!” Same conversation repeated ad infinitum. His father seemed a little generous when discussing Scott’s actual talents. But just as the old cliche goes, the wide-eyed writer didn’t follow in his father’s footsteps and set out on his own path.

Scott’s mother tried to be supportive, but she never knew what to say on the subject. Part of that made him angrier at her than he could really admit, but he loved her for at least trying. After high school, Scott left home and moved into an apartment with some friends while he attended college (with the help of student loans). He remained undeclared for a while, eventually deciding on an English degree for obvious reasons. He knew the job opportunities would be limited, but it didn’t faze him. The only thing that mattered was his love for the craft, because he lived in a world of butterflies and fucking rainbows. Unfortunately for him, butterflies don’t pay the bills. So he started working as a landscaper, choosing menial labour because he only half-hated himself. He’s yet to discover his muse or meet a quirky young girl in a coffee shop who sweeps him off his feet to the tune of indie folk music, but he remains secretly hopeful. For now, he works on a novel that’s been stumping him for years, while also ghost-writing a small YA series with moderate success in its target demographic. He can’t complain, he’s too tired.