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.

 

Basic Information

Age: 27

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Blue

Hight: 5 foot 6 inches (Yeah, Sarah is 5 foot 3, but my Malory is taller than that)

Sexuality: Bisexual, with a preference toward men

Relationship Status: Single (Will very 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.

Please check grammar and spelling, make sure that others can read what you write.

I like to keep my comments. If you like to delete comments, just let me know before we start so I can keep them elsewhere.

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 Name

Malory Grace


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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  • (Heyyyyy, would you like to write sometime? Pretty please with sugar ontop and all that nice stuff?)

  • (Giant fire. Bring giant marshmallows and graham crackers and make some s’mores XD.  Yummy. 

    Threee trolls are surrounding her and the two females stood back, right? Only other question I wanted to ask. Is how big and tall are they, compared to like a human.  Just thinking of how I am going to have him charge in. Got a few ideas already on how to go. Just wanting to figure out those two things before I proceeded.)

  • (Hello, yes I would like too plot. )

  • (Fick lives in Montreal, if that helps,  but he can travel anywherew)

  • (Yyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)

  • Okay! I officially know that I’ve talked to everyone on my “potential RP” list now. And I’ve replied to all the people I’m already writin’ with. Just got to get my starters out for Fick and Weather, and chat to the rest of ya about getting some plot down. Sound like a plan? Cool. 

    Also I got a bottle of Coke today with “Mallory” on it today and felt great. Just letting you know. 

  • ||I get that problem once in a while but don't sweat it. I'm  a patient person. I'm still interested though I currently working on a new character so things will be slow from me.||

  • ( Sorry for the delay. )

    Rain took a cautious step back from Malory. It was only natural. She was talking about things that just didn't make sense. And her questions were even more confusing. "A witch? Are you fucking with me?" Rain asked incredulously. She almost laughed at the absurdity of her question. As for what "the sight" was, she could only guess what it meant.

    Reluctantly, Rain turned around and looked at the alley. Sure enough, on the ground were the revoluting dead bodies of the goblins. The stench was unlike anything Rain had ever experiened and she cringed in disgust.

    "Uh....little...gross looking things? I don't know!" It was hard to describe something that she had never seen before. Something that until a few moments ago, didn't even know existed. The whole affair was starting to creep Rain out. Why did these things always happen to her?

  • I owe starters to Fick and Weather Wizard, thread replies to James and Maleficent, and probably owe several people OOC replies. I’ll get to as many as I can as soon as I can, but I got a lot of shit to do today. 

    Work is a fucking bitch -_-

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