Malachai Hanley

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Malachai Flynn Hanley
March 29, 1976
Dublin, Ireland

Pureblood wizard
Magical school dropout

RELATIVES

Ian Hanley – 60 – Drunk
Sinead Kelly – 58 – Lady of the Night


Blaine Rory Hanley – 4 – The only one that matters

HOBBIES
Malachai is as Irish as Irish can get. You’ll always find him smoking and drinking. He enjoys reading, particularly the newspapers to keep up on the happenings of the world. In regards to books, he is fond of the works of Bram Stroker, Oscar Wilde and James Joyce. The one thing most don’t know about Malachai is that he is an avid writer. Wherever he goes, he takes his small pocket-sized journal with him and writes about things going on around him or occasional song lyrics that pop into his head. He has no desire to make his works public. He just finds writing to be a great stress reliever for him.

Out of everything though, his favorite hobby is spending time with his son Blaine. His son is currently in custody back in Ireland thanks to young boy’s alcoholic of a mother, but Malachai is allowed to visit with him weekly for several hours.

PERSONALITY/TRAITS
Malachai is moody. People never know what to expect from him. Although he has never been diagnosed with it, he wouldn’t be surprised if he were bi-polar as his moods can change in an instant. Although he is no longer a DeathEater, he still maintains a dark and mysterious aura about him. He still keeps to himself and prefers to remain alone. People irritate him with their too frequent closed-mindedness. Due to that, he is very opinionated. If you don’t want to know what he thinks, it’s best to leave him alone. He has no problem with calling it like he sees it, which may cause issues with the Order if he is granted permission to join. Another trait that carries over from his former trade is his loyalty. As long as he or his son isn’t screwed over, Malachai will be the most loyal individual someone can have on their side. He is a committed person who knows how to do his job and carry it out until the end. Finally, it should go without saying that he is extremely short-tempered. If people keep their mouth shut, he’s fine. At the first hint of any disrespect towards him or his son, Malachai will lose it.

FAVORITE ANIMAL
Malachai doesn’t like animals.

FAVORITE COLOR
His favorite color is silver.

FRIENDS IN AUSTRIA
None.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Malachai is a pale, lanky Irishman who stands at 6’3. He always looks disheveled, not caring about looks since he has no one to impress. His eyes are blue. He usually keeps a goatee on his face which aids in the shady reputation that precedes him. His clothes are loose fitting as it gives him more room to move about. He has a pair of black shoes that have been with him for years. They’re worn in to the point of not being able to provide any warmth or real comfort to him, but since he doesn’t like spending money on clothing he will continue to wear them until the soles bust out.

On his back, he has a large Celtic knotwork tattoo running across his upper middle back. He plans on getting more while in Austria to keep himself busy.

BACKGROUND
What happens when a lonely drunk and a desperate street walker in need of cash meet? Malachai Hanley. Malachai was born in the late night of March 29, 1976 in a shanty town of Dublin, Ireland. Growing up, neither parent had any real interest in their son. His father was too concerned with making sure he was hammered enough to make it through the day while his mother had no interest in having a child. Both parents were always too selfish to care for anyone other than themselves, forcing Malachai to grow up having a lonely and abusive childhood. Since neither Ian nor Sinead knew how to parent, they resorted to yelling at and hitting the young Malachai whether he acted out or not. Often, he acted more adult then the two adults. Ian and Sinead never married, but lived together since both were so desperate for money to feed their addictions that having another soul to help seemed only fitting. However, since the two were so selfish, they frequently fought each other to get the other’s earnings. This resulted in Malachai often going hungry, sometimes not eating for days at a time.

Due to his upbringing, Malachai’s crook tendencies started at an early age. In the beginning, it was mostly stealing fruits, vegetables and breads from the vendors at local farmer markets. As he aged, his stealing skill and riskiness increased. He became an expert pickpocket by the age of eleven. Malachai even went as far as to steal from homes and businesses but not for personal gain, just as an act of rebellion. He had no outlet for his anger towards his awful parents so he stole expensive things just because he could. Besides his stealing, the abuse from his parents worsened as he got older. His father would get so obliterated that he would beat Malachai until bones broke or he was knocked unconscious. By the age of thirteen, he had finally had enough. After undergoing yet another beatdown by his father and a broken bottle of vodka over his head from his mother, he snapped. He unleashed all of his hatred on his father, beating the man’s face to a bloody pulp. Once he finished when him, he moved onto his mother. He didn’t hit the woman, but went on a long verbal tirade calling her every name he could in the book and how he hoped she was happy that her life had never amounted to anything. Leaving his father knocked out and his mother in a crumbled heap on the floor of the kitchen, Malachai stormed out, never again returning to the home that had made his life a living hell for thirteen years.

From then he was on his own. Malachai continued to steal to survive. However, he now sold the items he had stolen to provide for himself. He took up smoking and drinking, true to his heritage as well as becoming a connoisseur of one-night stands. Once he had reached twenty, his count of women was enough to make more than a few blokes green with envy. He joined the ranks of the Dark Lord when he was eighteen after coming across a group of Irish DeathEaters in a pub in the countryside. After noticing them in the small pub, Malachai followed them to a clearing deep in the woods several miles away from the establishment. He concealed himself behind a bush and watched in amazement as the four DeathEaters joined at least ten others. He couldn’t hear what they were saying but couldn’t pull himself away from the scene. Little did he know, two other DeathEaters had been keeping watch and had noticed him, pulling him from his hiding spot and throwing him in the middle of the group. Malachai was subjected to several minutes of torture until another hooded figure joined the others. This time, it was the Dark Lord. He underwent even more torture that continued until he pleaded for him to stop. Once he did, Malachai pledged allegiance to the man, not really aware of what he was getting himself into. The Dark Lord made a few comments at his expense before agreeing to see what the man was capable of.

The rest was history. Malachai quickly proved his worth and made his way up the ranks in even faster time. For several years, under the reign of Adrian Morgan, he was right-hand man to the elder Morgan. Truthfully, Malachai never had any real interest in being on the dark or good side, but the dark side kept him from turning into his father so he kept with it. He did as was told and carried through his tasks until they were done. Adrian Morgan often praised him for his work ethic but the compliments never went to his head. Malachai didn’t care to impress anyone. As Adrian Morgan’s time dwindled down and his eldest son, Darren’s began, his interest in continuing his line of work was wavering. It was when Darren took over completely that Malachai was demoted as the Morgan son wanted to start new and do things on his own terms. Malachai remained a DeathEater, but was now forced to do the travelling and the little things that the rookies did. He kept his mouth shut. He was still able to pay the bills and support his drinking and smoking habits and that was all that mattered to him.

His life had been the same repetitive routine until a year ago. Malachai had been out on the patio of his small apartment when an unfamiliar owl flew in his direction. The strange owl wasn’t uncommon as he received many of them from his job. As the post dropped on his lap, he placed his journal on the small table next to him and closed his lips around his cigarette. The contents of the letter started out strangely. It was from a woman named Maureen O’Hare. Malachai didn’t remember the name but usually didn’t remember those of the women he slept with. She confirmed that they had, in fact, been together and that they had produced a son. The cigarette in his lips dropped as his mouth opened, burning a hole straight through his grimy pants. He did his best to ignore the letter. A child had never been a thought to cross his mind. Maureen didn’t take his silence sitting down. She continued sending post after post to him, most going unread as he couldn’t fathom the idea of fathering a child. It was when he received five howlers in a row from the woman that Malachai decided to visit Maureen and the young boy at the apartment. First impressions didn’t go over well. Maureen was almost a spitting image of his own mother, causing Malachai’s temper to flare up almost instantly at the memories of the heinous woman. In an effort to come him down, Maureen showed him his son. The young boy, named Blaine, had features similar to his own. He was nearly identical besides the blonde hair he had gotten from his mother. Still, even though Blaine looked very much like he could be Malachai’s child, he refused paternity and left.

The same song and dance continued for months. He’d see Maureen and Blaine, lose his cool and leave. He had sworn off seeing the two for several weeks when he came home one day to an anxious owl flying outside of his door. This time the post was from Maureen’s landlady informing him that the woman had went on a three day drinking binge and was currently in the hospital because of alcohol poisoning. Blaine had been left alone and if he didn’t come to pick him up would be taken by the Ministry into custody and foster care. Malachai had no interest in Blaine coming back with him but apparated over to the apartment anyway. At the sight of the unclean and disgusting space Maureen had been allowing herself and Blaine to be living in, his temper once again found itself getting the best of him. That was until he looked at Blaine. The young boy was sitting in a corner playing with an action figure that had a broken leg, oblivious to the chaos around him. The kid stopped long enough to look at Malachai and give him a sad smile. Malachai instantly went back to memories of his own childhood and remembered how he had went through the same thing Blaine was being forced to go through. It was then that Malachai looked into Blaine’s eyes and accepted that the kid was his son. He quickly picked the boy up, took him out of the apartment and apparated them back to his tiny home.

The time with Blaine was the happiest days of his life. A love he didn’t know was even possible appeared from out of nowhere and Malachai was remorseful for the time he had denied Blaine being his son. However, he did his best not to dwell on it. There was so much time to make up for. However, the days of happiness were short-lived. Only a few days after securing Blaine, representatives from Ireland’s Ministry of Magic came and took his son from him, claiming that neither parents could provide proper living conditions for the long boy and that until one did, he would have to remain with them. Malachai watched his sobbing son being taken away from it, unloading his fury on his apartment once the representatives left. Once he had finished, he sat down on his floor and vowed that he was going to be the parent to get Blaine back. This seemed to come at a perfect time for him. He was growing tired of working under Darren Morgan and being treated like his loyalty wasn’t good enough. His connections with the Dark Lord had never been exposed, but he figured that by joining the good side his chances at getting Blaine back would be raised. Ireland was a neutral country. There were both supporters of the Ministry and the Dark Lord residing within the borders. Yet there wasn’t enough to make one side dominant. If he wanted to make his new lifestyle change, he would have to go to the center of it all. Austria.

Malachai arrived in Austria at the beginning of November 2011. He is still adjusting to the change as he has lived in Ireland all of his life. For now, he is doing what he can to make the right connections to start his life as a reformed DeathEater and do what needs to be done to get Blaine back.