Malcom Blixt was born on January 18th, 1987, the first and only child of Mabel and Henrik Blixt. Mabel was an American transplant that moved to Eskjö, Sweden just after she graduated college and Henrik was the love of her life that she met at school. The honeymoon phase of their marriage was just that. The two were incredibly in love and most assumed that they'd end up together forever. Unfortunately, reality has a way of coming in and turning hopes and expectations to dust. Their marriage lasted six years before financial troubles sent things spiraling straight to hell. Fighting was constant and just before his fifth birthday, Malcom's mother decided to call things quits. Her bags were packed and she was in the middle of writing a note when her young son spotted her from a perch on the staircase. When she noticed him, the goodbyes were brief and that was the last he saw of her for many years.

Those financial troubles didn't end with his mother's departure. Money was always tight, but Henrik did his best to provide for himself and his young son. He worked long hours at a factory that usually left Malcom at the hands of his grandparents or various babysitters. Malcom's father didn't want him to be shorted in any area of life so he did all that he could to give his son's life some semblance of normalcy. That normalcy came in the form of sports; ice hockey to be exact. Even though hockey is the most expensive sport to play and Malcom just so happened to fall in love with the position that requires the most equipment (goaltender), his father supported him all along. If he grew out of his gear or needed a new stick, his father wouldn't bat an eye as he worked more hours to pay for it.

From the second he stepped on the ice at the age of three, Malcom knew what he wanted to do with his life. His father always said that Malcom had ice flowing through his veins and anyone that knew the boy knew that wasn't meant as an insult. As Malcom got older, he joined various leagues in Sweden and was always the first person on the ice in the morning and the last to leave at the end of the day. His father managed to go to almost every game to cheer his son on and Malcom acknowledges him as the biggest reason for his success.

As he aged his love for hockey never lessened, nor did his skill. The years of time and training spent on the ice in front of a net paid off because in 2005, his dreams presented themselves in a real form. He got a call informing him that he was invited to Ottawa on July 30th. Though nothing was guaranteed, he and his father celebrated the news and come July, the 18 year old that didn't know a lick of English traveled with his proud dad to Canada. He didn't understand half of what was being said by the announcers, but he made sure to mirror his father's actions throughout the entire ordeal. The only thing he understood was when his name was declared over the microphone. He was drafted in the first round, 21st overall by the Toronto Maple Leafs. That was the one and only time he'd ever seen his father cry. After the draft he returned to Sweden and before he could even play his first game, he was traded to the Boulder Timberwolves.

The trade was welcomed with hesitance and uncertainty, mainly because Malcom knew that's where he was mother was now located. His father encouraged him to seek out a relationship with the woman that had left them, but Malcom was stubborn and refused to for some time. Eventually, he obeyed his father's wishes and with a heavy heart he left his home in Eskjö to start a new chapter of his life in Boulder. There he found that his mother remarried and he had many half-siblings. He wasn't particularly thrilled by the news, as his mother never contacted him thanks to this new life, but he tried (kind of) because his father asked him to. It took a while, but after a rocky start he managed to form a bond with his siblings and mother. And learn quite a bit of English.

His first few years in Boulder involved a lot of moving around, as he frequently traveled due to hockey and to visit his father. In 2009, he was signed as the back-up goaltender for the Boulder Timberwolves and fully uprooted from Sweden to live in Colorado. Malcom never particularly excelled at being a back-up goalie, but the organization stuck with him and in 2013, during a shortened hockey season, he was given his chance as the starting goaltender. He helped his team get to the Stanley Cup Finals where they lost in game six and that loss set up his determination for the 2013-14 season.

On the ice and off the ice, Malcom's personality doesn't change very drastically. He's a snarky, stubborn asshole and will always tell things as they are. The press get a kick out of it (sometimes) though generally he's forced by management to control himself, at least in front of the cameras. He's very passionate about what he does and constantly strives to be better. If he shows anything less than his best in any area of his life, he'll be the first to acknowledge it. His temper is somewhat infamous with anyone familiar with the Timberwolves and his inability to break a stick when mad is widely joked about in the NHL. Despite the money he now makes, he remains grounded by all that his father taught him when he was growing up and when he's not playing hockey, he spends a lot of his time in Sweden to visit his father and grandparents.