Forboding, immoral, sangfroid, and most of all, reticent. This man of Muldraugh can only be found in the worst of places, likely due to the fact he was born in the worst of places. Human filth begets human filth. Murphy Dalton, eldest sibling of Roy Dalton, son of aged and withered Roy Dalton—Twas a confusing tradition for some to comprehend, a patrimonial pass-down, and some had questioned why Murphy wasn't named after his old man when his brother was. It was those kinds of questions that roused Murphy's inner rage. A bad, tempestuous temper ran through the family's bloodline like a cancer, as did the Dalton's proclivity to loathe and despise, to distance and to discipline. Murphy's old man, Roy, was an abusive, rotten-hearted, wife-beating bigot who paid no mind to his sons. Murphy's mother was no better, a shunner of sons and a woman of a temper so fierce, her sharp glowering could melt through one's soul and rend it to ruin. She was an adultress, a hedonist, and a pitiful excuse of a parental figure. Murphy, raised mostly by his ticking time bomb of a father, grew up to be just as bad as his old man and the miserable forefathers before him.

Murphy has a long past with his family, a tale of pure hatred and sorrow he'd much rather remain buried deeper than his ancestors were. In spite of his rough and tumble upbringing, Murphy made a man out of himself and went his own path, but not before giving his old man a show of force as he stormed out of the family property for good. His brother Roy would have to fend for himself. Murphy got straight to business after fleeing his home, jumping into affiliations he'd met whilst at his father's side, he needed a new family, after all. From scumbag group to scumbag group, he struggled to fit in and found himself foresaken for years; society's shadow, finding that his ancestral gift of a short wick got him into more trouble than he could handle. Until one day, years later after much hardship, he slotted in with humanity's worst, and they made him feel as though he was worth a million dollars—They found a use for his innate wrath, that quick temper of his. It's all he ever wanted: recognition and respect, a family and work, as dirty as that may be. His history is a closely-kept secret, his occupations and such are a mystery, but a regular on the streets of Muldraugh would simply label him a no-good gangster. To an extent, that's what he was, and that's all he was.

Murphy is a tall and foul-faced individual in his early thirties who often has the look of a man that'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed, and had been doing all their life. His emotions run rampant like a herd of disturbed wildebeest, and yet, in spite of the violent tides of ire that flow within him, he tries his very best to contain it all. He's quiet, he's disciplined, yet mannerless and hateful. There's a level of loathing that brews in those greenish eyes of his, accursed emeralds of abhorrence—trained by his father to not trust, to instead distance, and pick his allies carefully. There was no greater peace than silence, according to his old man. Standing taller than his brother at approximately six feet and four inches, he has the same shape, he's lean yet well-toned, a fighter, just as his ancestors were, and the ancestors before them. His hair is shaven at the sides, combed backward on top, a crew cut. His beard is sharp, his eyes too, as is his frown that might as well be cemented to his frons. Murphy's features are sharper than a razor blade. His voice, much like his brother's and his father's, is deep and as firm as stone, breathy and tinged with a coarseness. He and his brother Roy were much alike, almost identical in the ways of personality and lifestyle, cut from the same awful cloth, only Murphy was somehow worse and had more of a backbone than his kindred.

Murphy, after the mist washed over the state, lost track of his youngest brother. Why he was keeping track of his youngest kin was his story to know. After many, many phone calls, Roy had finally and snappily answered with his location. Murphy knew where to fetch his baby brother, it was a matter of reaching him that posed a challenge. Gathering a few members of his twisted posse, Murphy rolls out on a mission to drag his sibling home, back to "family"...