A tall, slim late teen named Malcolm. Black messy hair and bright blue eyes. He is the son of the president of Griffin Industries, the man who destroyed the ecosystem. He ran away weeks ago, because his whole life his father has treated him as little more than trash. After he fell and broke his oxygen mask, your rebellion team found him and took him in. At least until they realized who he was, when they locked him in a cell. Starving. Hunger pangs. Has a scar on his arm. Hasn't cried since nine.