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.
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.
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)
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I owe Jorah, Zura, Christian, and Maleficent for replies, and probably a couple more for banter and OOC stuff. I will reply to people in the above order as I can. I’m just not up to it right now.
A look of genuine surprise worked its way onto Maleficent's face. What exactly did Malory mean? Wasn't she some sort of monster hunter? The Diamond Coffin was frequented by an assortment of creatures with little to nothing in common aside from being inhuman. Apparently Maleficent had misjudged the young woman. She expected Malory to be interested in a place like that. The club scene was not for Maleficent but Malory was young, confident, and most importantly curious.
"Is that so?" She clenched the coin in her hand. "You seem to know more about "monsters" than most humans. I assumed an establishment like that would interest you." One visit to the Diamond Coffin had been enough for the elder Fae. It was a club which meant loud music, flashing lights, revolting dancing, and crowded spaces. Part of Maleficent was hoping Malory had forgotten about the troll's role in all of this. She had sent him there to deliver a message to someone, a message of a secretive nature. Why else would Maleficent have sent the troll after the young woman? It was obviously important for the villainess to know what Malory had seen and heard. The swordwas an afterthought.
When Malory answered her question honestly regarding the tea Maleficent actually smiled. The smile was a chilling grin that would give even the bravest of children nightmares. "You have seen a little of what I can do. I could have set you on fire the moment we met if I wanted you dead." She brought her own cup up to her lips and took a sip. "I realize you were not spying on the troll. I also know now that the blade you carry is not the sword I have been looking for. You pose no threat to me." The wicked woman’s grin faded and she reached her hand over the table only to drop the gold coin in front of Malory. “Consider it payment for answering my questions. You may leave.” She stood up from the couch and gestured down the hall. “This is not a trick. I am not going to keep you here against your will.”
“Happy Villiantines day my Love. Cause even us Black Hearted Types, need love too. I miss you sweety. Did you change your face with magic? Such a different look. Hmmm sultry and sexy. I’ll be waiting for you by the car.”
(The face of that Mia person who knows Negan. The actress does look good and sultry yummy. Love the gif pic. Interesting gif choice)
(Hope you are doing alright my dear. )
Great page, I seen we were friends! just curious if you would like to write? Let me know.
{ I'm sorry to hear that real life things are shit rn :( I wish I could do something to help like invite you to birthday cake and tea lol but instead I think we're gonna have to settle for a virtual hug <3 }
Thistle! That was the name. Quite a cliche name for a pixie, he'd have to admit, but the prince wasn't that surprised that he couldn't remember it. After all, there were over a thousand creatures living on the royal grounds. But maybe that was just Virian trying to convince himself that he wasn't as responsible. That was usually what he did, in any case, so that wouldn't have been a surprise.
Noting the emphasis, Virian bent over and grabbed the pouch off of the ground before replying. "Surely it can wait, my dear. We haven't the time to stop now. The cottage seems better suited." And with that, he turned back towards the carriage with Malory's pouch in hand. He went in first, waiting for Malory.
Thistle, meanwhile, had been frantically looking around the courtyard, almost as if he was expecting something (or someone) unwanted to show up. Once Virian had stopped talking, he took the opportunity to speak again. "Lady must take care. A bad character is afoot; one of another world. Rumours have begun running of a... a..." He stopped, looking around again before flittering closer to Malory and whispering, "A half-ling. A whiskered nymph is said to have sniffed one out."
At this point, Virian's patience had run out and he tapped the step-stool with a foot, leaning out to see what was taking so long. What he didn't let show was the panic in his eyes as he had heard everything that Thistle had said, and a strange sort of fright ground itself within him. "Come come, my love, we have no time more to waste."
Okay, I owe a few people replies at this point, and I don’t know when I’ll get to them. Hopefully tomorrow? Maybe the next day? I just haven’t been in the mood recently and shit’s going on in real life that’s eating up all my energy. I’m sorry for taking so long, everyone.
“Ok. I’ll leave the fish people alone, for now. Hmmm born without a hymen. Hmmm doubtful. Though women do lose it plenty of ways like horseback riding or sports or jumping a chain link fence and not making the jump,or using the handle of a brush a bit too hard while you discover masterbation. Pop pop pop the cherry. Hmm you know. A few times I have pondered going back in time and taking over the body of the person who took your virginty. So that I could claim it first. Maybe even meet you in this body back then so that when you meet me during that running over the troll incident, how we first met. You could have a serious case of deja vu. “
She almost laughed when Malory nearly choked on her drink about the hymen growing back. She paid for the meal and everything and took hold of Malory’s hand and lead her outside and back to the car. Getting in the car and checking everything before starting and taking them to the hotel. She would continue the conversation. Zura chuckled at a thought Malory had
“Built in human virginity detectors ahahahah oooo. I always wondered how in virgin sacrifice rituals and creatures that hunt virgins. How does one tell if one is a virgin or not and what’s sexual practices count as losing your virginty and is it different for gay and lesbian couples? I don’t have built in virgin radar cause I’m not one of those creatures that likes to eat virgin meat. Hmmmm I should go back in time just to have sex with you when you are a teenager at least. Befriend you in high school, give you Earth shatttering orgasms on prom night, etc. ooooooh wouldn’t that be fun? Makes me shiver and goosebumps. As for the the tats, an Id does sound wise or some barcode on the back of your neck that your family can scan to confirm it’s you. Rose vines and thorns sound cute for tats my darlin. Now as for the sex thing, mmm lot of it did take place around lunar cycles. In case you haven’t noticed. I have a lot of childish and animalistic behavior, which only gets worse during lunar cycles like day before, day of, day after a full moon. Though some times , I just get really horny and want to fuck your brains out but that could be the succubus side of me. I feel like part of that demon species is within my core. Oh we are here my love, time to unpack and unwind.”
Zura said as they pulled up to a prestigious looking hotel and found a parking spot. Zura unbuckled and got out of the car and began to take their bags, offering to carry a lot of them since it was easy with her demonic strength.
”I got us the honeymoon suite , I said that right? Oh you are going to like it and I can’t wait to christen the room. Need help carrying anything baby?”
Add on to x mas post
“Well I guess I can wiggle my noise and make a lamp appear and say I’m Sabina the teenage bitch. I assume they seen Sabrina and bewitched and maybe charmed. Old one. Not the reboot. Salem was ok and so was Witches on east end. I need to see the new dark Sabrina. I think saying I’m a witch will be easier for them to swallow. Especially if I start tossing magic all over the place. What exactly was their reaction when you told them that demons, leeches, and lycans exist?”
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