Malcom started his life as a rebel, it didn't help that his father abused him, trying to make him fit a mold that he couldn't fit.  When his sister, Madison, was born he doted on her.  When their mother fell ill he took care of her as best as he knew how.  Their father also doted on her though it was more because she fit his hole of how she hould be than he had, as well he hoped to make a rift, a rivalry between them.  One day, after their mother fell ill, he confronted their father about it.  The ensuing argument was the last straw.  He left the house, not even stopping to pack clothes.  Madison, of course, begged him to stay and had been near unconsolable but once he was setled into his new life he visited her as often as he could sneak in to see her.<br/><br/>In appearance he had black hair he kept short and neat.  He had a slight amount of stubble, liking the rugged look.  All his time outside had given him a nice tan.  A wore buckskins, giving him a cowboy look though he was a Londoner.