Malory wasn’t a kid who believed in magic—the tooth fairy, Santa Clause—that was all a bunch of nonsense to her. Those things just weren’t real to her, despite how hard her mother tried to get her to believe in Santa Clause so she wouldn’t spoil Christmas for her younger brothers. When Malory was fifteen, her parents divorced, and her mother took full custody of Malory and her younger twin brothers, Simon and Jarred. No longer being able to afford their home with her income, Malory’s mom packed up the kids and moved them from New York to Maryland, where Malory’s great, great uncle had left a house to her mother. Speaking of said uncle, Arthur Spiderwick had disappeared one afternoon nearly eighty years ago, and left the house to his closest living relative. That was his daughter, Lucinda, who had been a little girl when he disappeared, but she had been put into a nursing home after spouting a bunch of nonsense about her father being taken away by fairies and goblins living in the woods around her house, leaving the house to Malory’s mother.

The first week in that house changed Malory’s life forever.

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Her brother, Jarred, discovered a book in a secret room in the attic, written by Arthur. It was filled with drawings, descriptions, teeth, claws, skin, and wings of imaginary creatures, like goblins and sprites, phenoxies and gryphons, dwarves and elves. Now, according to the book, humans can’t naturally see these creatures, they needed to look through a rock with a natural hole in it, or had to hold a four-leaf clover for a temporary glimpse into the other world. Or, they could soak their eyes in fairy bathwater or hobgoblin spit, giving them what’s called the Sight…forever. Jarred believed every word, and tried convincing his family, but, of course, no one believed him, especially Malory. And she didn’t believe him until she saw Jarred’s twin, Simon, be dragged into the woods by nothing. Turns out, it was a goblin pack, who lived within the woods around the house (also turns out Aunt Lucinda was right), thought that Simon was the twin who had the book. That book, Arthur Spiderwick’s Field Guide to the Fantastic World Around You, has more information about some of the creatures than those creatures even knew about themselves. That book…That book almost got Malory and her brothers killed while trying to keep it out of the hands of the goblins and their ogre master, Mulgarath. Mulgarath planned on using the information from the field guide to destroy and rule over all other fairies by exploiting their weaknesses Arthur had discovered.

Thankfully, with Malory now convinced, Jarred and her were able to save Simon. The three of them were given the Sight perinatally by a hobgoblin—he very kindly spit in their faces after eating a roasted cat, their roasted cat—making it easier for them to fight the battle they had gotten themselves into. Trolls and goblins sent by Mulgarath terrorized the Grace siblings, their house, their mother. The conclusion of the battle columnated at the Grace family’s new house, ending with their house completely ransacked, filled with dead goblins, and Mulgarath, thankfully, dead, eaten by previously mentioned hobgoblin.

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Mulgarath was dead, and as far as they knew, the information about Arthur’s book wasn’t spread farther than all the beings that were now currently turning into mush on their kitchen floor. The book was safe, and they were safe. Mostly. Now that they knew about this world, they were a part of it, especially Malory. With her experience in fencing and sword fighting, she became the main hunter and protector of the family. Jarred, when he became an adult, learned how to use a variety of guns, letting him help Malory hunt. Simon, on the other hand, became the researcher of the Grace kids, adding onto their great, great uncle Arthur’s research. Though this time, they kept it a lot more secretive—they didn’t want another battle with an ogre.

Now, ten years later, Malory is the only one who still lives in the house where all of this started. Jarred moved to California to keep an eye on the giant and dragon population there. Simon and her mother moved back to upstate New York. She lives alone in the house...well, aside from Thimbletack, the common house brownie. How she pays the bills? Malory down-low advertises herself as a woman who can take care of…odd problems. Getting lost for no reason in your own back yard? Your kid’s pets keep going missing? You’re flowers start uprooting themselves and flying around your yard? Call Malory Grace, and get your checkbook out. You wouldn’t believe how much someone will pay to get a troll off their property.

 Malory doesn't have many, if any, friends. After high schol, where she wasn't really close to anyone in the first place, anyone she could have considered a friend skipped town to go to college or have a career or live their life outside of Maryland. In the following years, Malory spent more and more time by herself. She hunted alone, ate dinner alone, watched movies alone. She knew people in town, of course, but still kept to herself. She was the niece of the weird guy who thought fairies were real and she walked around with a sword. Instead of talked to, she was talked about. Stares and whispers from the locals who knew the backgroud of the area. Hell, Malory's great aunt had been locked up a care facility since Aurthur had disappeared decades ago, and as soon as her aunt was released, she disappeared as well. People were waiting for Malory to disappear next, or for her to get arrested and thrown in jail for carrying around a sword--which, by the way, was perfectly legal, if unnerving to some people. 

Now, outside of town...(TBC)

 

Basic Information

Age: 28

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Blue

Hight: 5 foot 6 inches

Sexuality: Bisexual, with a preference toward men

Relationship Status: Single (Will vary between RPs)

Location: Wherever the job takes her...but she lives in Maryland

Pet(s): Byron, Arthur's gryphon

Interests: Reading, going to the gym, sparing, running, hunting, ballet, drawing, and drinking

Disinterests: Being given pet names, like 'baby' or 'dollface', hot summer days, being wrong, her nightmares, and cops

What Mal Can't Live Without: Beer, her sword, her medication

 

(Malory's face-claim: Sarah Bolger)

Rules:

FIRST AND FOREMOST: I am allowed to decline to RP with anyone for any reason, reasons that I don't have to discuss. If I start an RP with someone and wish to stop it at any point, I will talk to them about it privately. If I start getting spam messages from people I don't want to talk to, in any form, I will report you. I don't want to deal with harassment again.

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Content can go 18+, my character(s) drink, have sex, and do drugs.

Enjoy yourself. If you don't like what I'm doing, tell me. And I'll tell you if I don't like what you're doing.

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Current RPs: Under Construction

Character Age

27


Character Species

Human


Character Gender

Female


Character Relationship Status

Single


Writer's Writing Style (OOC)

Paragraph, Multi-Para


Writer's Favored Genres (OOC)

Fantasy, Romance, Violence, Realistic, Rated R, 18+, Comedy, Action


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  •  I think that all sounds good, and yes Kane works  Great if that’s who you are wanting in our story.  For now I think that’s good, if you have anything you think of or want to add in let me know whenever, I will just await your starter.

  • [ Oh that's okay! For sure! I've had Rey come to Earth in lots of other Roleplays so no worries there. Maybe she is in need of supplies? Or maybe she crash-lands right outside Malory's home? How does that sound? ]

  • It happens. But yes I would be down to write with you, just as long as you are going to be active on here so we can keep up with our story that would be great. Cause I do tend to forget overtime with anyone I'm writing with if I don't hear from them for a while and then I slowly lose my interest, than that can get abit tricky. Anyways that sounds like a great plot, but I may have something to add in if you're interested? I've been really into writing apocalyptic or post apocalyptic storys, so maybe you'd be interested in that.. Possibly when Malory gets hurt shes stuck in the woods on her own, being whats going on in there new world it would be very unsafe for just anyone to be alone when they are injured. While shes hurt we could have it to where Kane or Kye finds her, there pack leaves every few months to search for any surivors and bring them back with them!

    So either theres a sickness that swept across the earth, like the movie World War Z!! It's kind of like Walking Dead but the zombies are more legit and crazier, if you havent seen it you should sense it'll give you a great idea too on what I sort of have in mind for the two. Then we could add in a bit of bad weather changes going on around them, like major floods, snow storms, artic freeze that sweeps the glob. Let me know if you would be down or if you have anything else in mind?

  • [ No worries, friend! And of course, I would love to write with you :) Did you have any ideas? ]

  • Knocking someone out, abduct them, dress them in odd clothes and have them on a Boat in the middle of the bloody ocean, of a human did that, they be considered certifiable , crazy, psychopathic, maybe sociopathic even.  It was not acceptable human behavior, according to proper  rules and conduct of society that is. But Zura was a demon, she didn’t have a human soul, nor the morality of a human because of it. Yet she was capable of genuine love and affection for someone outside her own species.

     

    It made one wonder about the nature of a soul, and what manner of demon is capable of genuine love or what appears to be genuine. She is not an anomaly as there have been a few, a small few, but a few demons that learned to love and fell in love with a human or something close to one, werewolf, vampire for example.  So it was not impossible for them to be incapable of love, no mother what the Holy Church and the Vactican would have you believe.   She truly loved and cared for her human pet/ lover. Her precious.  Course that love may be slightly warped in the different ways that she views Malory but she dispite all the pranks and tricks she pulled, she never once put her in the hospital or so much as even slap her in the face. Though that one time with the baby fiasco, she was close to feeling that way, but seeing Malory hurt had made those feelings go away quickly.  

     

    She placed her hands on Malory’s while they were wrapped around her and thought of things. What she did to get Malory here, chloroform , kidnapping, etc. For a human, that was a no no but she was a demon. In the grand scheme of things, what she did was very much at the bottom of the totem pole of “evil “ things that demons did to people. The pranks and kidnapping was for a demon, about as bad as a human tossing a candy wrapper on the floor and walking away, TPing someone’s house, putting a bag of flaming dog shit on someone’s front porch, sticking gum under a desk at school or table in the restaurant or maybe even spitting in someone’s face, etc. 

     

    Her actions with Malory were very Mild among the vile things demons were capable of and the suffering they have inflicted on humanity for countless generations.  So one had to forgive Zura or let some things slide cause a tiger can’t change its stripes.  She would never be a saint or an angel, though angels were capable of wickedness as well and were not the pure, benovelent, gentle,  forces of good like everyone thinks they are. 

     

    “Hmmm I Apologize for how I got you out here my love. I know if I was a human, that be a big no no cause they should know better, know right from wrong.  For a demon, all wrongs were right. And all rights were wrong.  It’s like inverted for us. To be bad is good and to be good is bad.  I am sorry for the way I went about things. Though if you think about all those movies about demons that Hollywood has portrayed of us. You gotta admit. The things I done to you, compared to what demons have been stereotyped as doing on tv and movies and in books, etc, my actions are no More then a misdemeanor I would say. About as bad as throwing eggs at your house or slashing your tires or pissing in your cereal or spitting in your food. 

     

    Compared to what Hollywood has made us out to be. Though some of it is pretty accurate. Many of the horrible things you see demons do in horror films and tv shows, they have done similar if not worse then that.  I’m just glad now that we can start putting that behind us. I really want you to enjoy yourself my love. As for our plans, since I did bring you here , unwillingly, it’s only fair that you dictate most of what we do here or whatever portion you want.  I’m sure there must be things you always fantasized about when going to Hawaii. As you know, when you are with me, the sky’s the limit. “

    Zura would smile as she took one of Malory’s hands and guided it under her shirt and slowly towards the top to fondle what Zura had hidden there. She did the same with taking Malory’s other hand and making a run South of the Border. She could feel the “sweat “ from the “chase.”  To the border down South....

     

    ”Hmmmmmmmmmm  ball’s in your court, my dear Malorykins. What would you like to do first? Also if you want, you can change into something else less revealing if you prefer. I did pack some of your usual wear though I also got you some nocer looking outfits. Now they cover the same parts of you like your daily everyday  attire , that you are fond of wearing, cover, in terms of skin flesh and all  . But, I did get you Nicer looking versions of what you wear. That stuff may be good for going to burger joint, a movie, or Troll slaying  but out here on vacation. I want you dressed very nice and sexy, so we can make others jealous and especially tease all the guys that will be looking at two lovely ladies holding hands and what have you.   As long as I’m by your side, it’s matters not what we do. So you plan our day my love. We got plenty of time out here, I’ll do my planning a little later on. Right now, it’s all about You.”

     

  • “Hmm. I see.  Fashion and comfort, not combat attire. Mmmm sex selling, illegal due to forced prostitution, selling and capture of women, aka Human Sex trafficking. Sounds likes the ones doing the capturing and forceing of innocent women, are perfect candidates to flay alive and Mount their heads on pikes. As warning to other men who think they can abduct women and sell into sexual slavery. This would be good deterrent, yes?”

     

    ~He said as he generally thought that was a great idea. These  men, sex traffics sounded like horrible, evil men, like rapists, therefore, he concluded killing them would be a great service to women everywhere.  He had an earnest look upon his face as he thought such aweful men deserved swift punishment and to serve as a nice reminder  to other men who plan on following in their footsteps. 

    He listened to her as she talked about sex toys and answered his other questions.  He frowned when she mention him returning to his old world and looked sadden by the thought. ~

     

    “Toys good. Fun times with toys. I get it now. And scents.  Different items make different smells. Much like home but different here.  Hmmm back to my world. You wish to get rid of Marcus? “

     

    ~He looked away from her when she said that and he thought about her intent behind saying not to worry about that things here because he be home soon enough. He stood up and walked to the other side of the room and looked out the window and answered her last question. ~

    “Black and Red. Black- Good for hiding in darkness. Red - helps with masking the  blood stains of my enemies. “

  • { The delay is fine. I have been gone a while. Some emotional issues. Death of a childhood friend, Stan Lee passing, other things. Lack of muse. Finally was able to figure out what I wanted to do with this character. Made him an Vampiric alien. Or Alien Vampire.  Working on a reply. I believe going to involve  a demon invasion or an attack and Marcus discovering that his memories of his life, have all been a lie, fabricated by a demon who is an enemy of Marcus’s father, Count Dracula. 

    Will reply when I can. Sorry for the delay. )

  • (Lol. No worries hun.  It’s all good. Sorry to hear you had a crappy week :/

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  • Zura threw her head back and laughed. Looking to see how happy Malory seemed to be with the room even smiling at how she acted when she jumped face down on the bed. Made her think of someone who was in jail for a long time And finally had the chance to sleep in a real bed, Nice and comfy.  Nothing but the best for her girlfriend. Zura didn’t mind spoiling her. She had more money then she currently could spend in her demonic lifetime. So may as well have someone to spend it on. Part of s reason she was looking forward to having a family. 

     

    Children could be expensive but she had enough money to see her kids got nothing but the best in life and want for nothing.  She did manage to sneak in one last slap to Malory’s ass before she headed into the bathroom. 

    “I’m almost tempted to join you in there but I know you like your little “me time” especially during your “bathroom rituals” you humans tend to have. I’m going to look our make up as we go schedule slash itinerary. See what sites to see, hiking trails and such. Do you need me to grab you anything snookum? I can run out to grab you some food if you need a moment to relax and get your bearings. Unless you are nice and full from where we just ate. “

     

    She would listen to Malory answer while she looked over  a tour guid map of Hawaii to decide what to do first and then she would get naked and changed her outfit to some daisy duke shorts, red halter top and some walking boots. She would do her hair up in a ponytail and pick some stylish sunglasses to wear.

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