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)


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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  •  ~  War.  It was something he was designed for, made for, to help usher in a new area of darkness. His creation was a collaboration between a dark sorcerer, one exhiled from the Council of Magi, and a demon overlord.  He was a prototype, a homunculus, an artificial human, a weapon.  ~


         ~ The Magi had launched an all out attack upon the Dark Tower, to stop the demon Overlord from entering their world.  They pooled their magic Into a powerful mana bomb, waiting for the portal to be open, before tossing the bomb inside and detonating it. This couldn’t have happen at a worse time as Marcus was tasked with escorting the Sorcerer to safety, whom had been injured in the fighting. He wasa cowardly bastard towards the end and in the end, he died for his sins. The demon Overlord, knowing his plans had failed, would turn his focus on his servant for his failure and made him pay the price for it. ~


      ~ As the Dark Sorcerer’s soul began to be ripped from his body, the spell he placed on Marcus, began to weaken.  It weaken enough that he was able to become self aware, long enough to know he didn’t want to get taken down with his master and pulled into a demon realm.  That was when he tried to teleport when another mana bomb went off. The energies of the collapsing portal, the explosion, and his teleportation at the exact same moment, it synchronized. The synchronization caused his body to be transported straight through the Demon realm, bypassing it completely, and taking him into another world. ~


        ~ Rift in space/ time appeared in Malory’s world and Marcus came flying through it.   He had enough presence of mind to halt his descent by creating a sudden massive updraft of wind. By creating the drafts of wind, he all by completely stopped what might have been a fatal fall or the very least, severely injure him In his current state.  Since he was still in reactive battle mode. He was already scanning his immediate surroundings to ascertain the status of the battlefield. He still thought he was back in his own world and had no clue that he got transported elsewhere. ~


       ~ Using his keen sense of hearing. He listened for battle sounds and found something just a few clicks from him.  This made him thought he got blond away from the battlefield, a good long distance and it was logical thinking on his part.  Not wasting anytime, he  shifted his body and flew towards the sounds of what he mistook for battle as he knew it.  As he neared his approach vector, he spotted two large creatures a few feet from where the fighting was occurring. He was not sure what to make of it and had thought about taking these two out first since they were distracted, but his blood lust for battle made him go to where the actions was. ~


        ~ Upon his arrival, he saw three 13 feet tall creatures surrounding some young maiden. A warrior he assumed by the sword and charging action she was taking towards the three beasts much bigger then herself.  They reminded him of some Troll like things back home and he always found them revolting and never liked having to deal with them, on his masters orders.  He didn’t bother to think about what was going on here or why.  He picked his target, drew his swords, and left himself fall.  Due to the distance from the ground to where he was in the air before he let himself fell, there was enough momentum and kinetic energy from his descent, to make a lethal blow.  Using gravity to his advantage, Marcus aimed his swords and would bring them crashing down on the back of one of the trolls. His own body weight, arm strength, and fall from such a massive height, allowed his swords to pierce right through the back of the throat and skull of the Troll, killing it instantaneously. ~



    (Just picture the human as the Troll  XP)


       ~ The Troll never knew what hit him and the others didn’t know either. As not a single sound had came from the troll as it died, not even a death rattle, course that probably was due to the sword sticking through its throught and another in the brainstem. The only sound it did make was when it’s massivd heavy body fell to the ground with a thunderous clap.  Storm clouds slowly began to form over the skies above as Marcus stood upon the corpse of the Troll, taking sight of the human female and the other two trolls close by. His body was covered in blood, blood from those he was fighting back home and now Troll blood. Now it was more of a fair fight, Two On Two~



  • { Ah.  Thank you for the picture and information. Shall help me visualize them better. Will send a reply in a little bit.}

  • (Aside from the possible appearance of a six vamp hit squad lookin to stick Finn with a bunch of daggers, not really.  My mind works better 'in the moment' 

    Oh, my gods.  Or they could be lesser fae of some sort, that'd make Finn nice and nervous and probably make a lot more sense. *Nodding.* )

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

  • (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.||

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