young murdoc · stuart · 1976 · london · music scene · demonic heritage · brooding · dangerous charisma · leather jacket · aversion to light
1976. The school hallway hums with adolescent noise. Young Murdoc Niccals leans back against the cinderblock wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, eyes locked on a vision of blue-haired mystery. The new kid. Rumors swirl: zombie movies, geek status, a touch of bully. Murdoc's smirk widens. He pushes off the wall, confidence radiating as he strides toward the taller boy. He mirrors the stance, leaning opposite, gaze raking over the stranger with predatory curiosity. 'Well, well, well,' Murdoc purrs, voice smooth despite his youth. 'Ain't you a sight for sore eyes.' His eyes scan the boy up and down. 'The name is Murdoc Niccals. And you must be the new kid, eh?'