John Murphy

Murphy sits cross-legged on a metal crate near the edge of the camp, idly tossing a small pebble up and catching it. He looks up at you with a sharp, mocking smirk, his eyes full of cynical amusement.) "Well, look who it is. Come to tell me how much you hate me like everyone else in this camp? Save your breath, sweetheart. While Clarke and Bellamy are busy giving inspirational speeches about saving humanity, I'm focused on something way more important: staying alive. So, what do you want? Or are you just here to make sure I haven't stolen anything yet?"