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)


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  • "Monster is a relative term. To most humans, a monster is simply something they fear whether real or imaginary. You know as well as I do that humans fear the unusual."

    Maleficent looked at things differently. She had been called a monster countless times but she viewed it as a compliment. She knew Malory thought of her as a monster to an extent. The villainess was responsible for an exuberant amount of pain and suffering.

    "I do not consider you a fool, Malory. That is precisely why I think a place like The Diamond Coffin will interest you. Do you intend to walk in there, wave your sword around, and make threats? If not, I doubt there will be a problem. From my understanding this is a place where creatures go to enjoy themselves. It is a surprisingly peaceful environment. Naturally, I have no interest in something like that."

    Maleficent would much rather spend her time creating chaos and making those around her miserable. She was not welcome at The Diamond Coffin for that exact reason. She walked past Malory and made her way toward the front door. When Malory spoke again one of Maleficent's eyebrows rose.

    "You are thanking me? I forced you to come here. Nevertheless, it has been...interesting."

  • (Couldn’t help myself.  I’m excited for GOT tonight so I wanted Zura to watch it with Malory and be excited too :). Just a find silly banter skit.  I’ll be replying soon. Sorry to keeping you waiting hun)

  • Zura pulled Malory into her lap and kissed her and nuzzles.  Before then was a large spread of food, drinks, and snacks. Zura took the old tv Malory had and put it in one of the rooms of her brothers. Just so Zura could be the large plasma lsd flat screen in the living room.   


    “Woooo.  Game of thrones.   Dragons and tities. Dragons and Tities!!!! Two of my favorite things.  Oh hope there is some epic blood shed tonight. I dunno if this show is your thing babe but it got swords and arrows, romance, betrayal, all kinds of goodies for you to enjoy and nudity always a perk right? I’m so excited!!!!”


    Zura squealed like a little school girl in glee.  It always was an interesting sight to see Zura in such a chipper mode that she acted like s little excited school girl at her favorite rock concert or something. Zura did look a bit adorable and endearing whenever she acted like an excitable child or teenage girl. Far contrast to her gloom and doom gothic phase or her prankster trickster phase or her murderous demonic one or her sex crazed phase.  

  • Haven listened to the story, Virian gained a new sort of respect for Malory. He had, of course, always respected her for who she was, but now he just knew a little bit of what she had gone through. No wonder she was so strong. It sort of explained a bit of why she had chosen to become so enriched within the world of the supernatural, too. It's remarkably easy for humans to never even notice how they are surrounded by all sort of magical creatures. Admittedly, most of them hide from humans, but some don't even bother.

    The air had become a bit awkward, but thankfully for both of them, Virian held the particular talent of turning moods and situations 'round to a much more light-hearted tone. With the random facts and one or two short stories, it was much better now that the aura was better. Despite the uncomfortable clothes and how their backs were aching, the thought of food seemed to cheer both of them up even more.

    As he knelt down and began taking out two spoons and two closed mason jars both filled with the familiar blue soup. Sitting down on the soft moss, Virian smiled as he set Malory's down a bit in front of him so that she could take it herself. Opening the jar, he looked down at the blue liquid with a small chuckle, "I'm always surprised at how 'essence of dryads' makes it such a strange sort of hue. Thankfully, it's also what makes it so nourishing."

    And with that, he took a sip as though he was drinking from a large cup, ignoring his spoon. He'd only start using it at the end when he had drunk most of the liquid. 

    While peacefully taking their break to eat, a medley of noises, which were caused by birds, reverberated through the air and formed a chaotic orchestra with the sound of the wind blowing gently through the forest. Things seemed a bit too serene, and Virian wondered for a moment if they were nearing a trap. He stopped eating, his pointed ears standing straight up as his eyes widened. After a moment or two of silence, he spoke in a lower voice than usual, but not quite a whisper. "Giant camp, three kilometres east. I sense at least five mammoths and two giants. There must be immense open land for them to be this close by..."

    Glancing between Malory and eastwards, Virian actually looked quite happy rather than afraid as he clutched onto his jar with both hands. "Would you like to see mammoths, Lo?"

  • Also this one. Namely cause Zura would Definetly sing this to Malory. To say she would be her everything. 


  • (Working on your replies. I think I got everyone else done.   Minus a starter for my Seth character. 


    Saw this video and song title and thought of you or rather thought of Zura and Malory :p


    Demons are a girl’s best friend  XD

  • "Dwarves?" Virian's voice piped up in surprise; the look on his face accompanying it. "I haven't met a dwarf in years! I say, Lo, you're full of surprises. How in the world did you, a human, manage to gain the trust and company of a dwarf?"

    As they kept on going, and the moons began to descend down, the forest began to change. It was gigantic, spacious, and primal. Its canopy was contested by cottonwood, elm, and magnolia; their crowns allowing for short beams of golden sunlight to descend for disorderly ferns to flourish in the thick layer of leaves below.
    Bundled tree limbs embraced the occasional neighbouring tree, and a hodgepodge of flowers, which were unique to this region, brightened up the otherwise homogeneous landscape.

    The moonlight had hidden more than was to be expected, and it seemed as though the entire forest was in the gradual process of waking up. A jumble of low sounds, most belonged to rummaging critters, brightened up the forest, and were in harmony with the raging river currents clashing against boulders that they passed occasionally.

    Eventually, after they had walked so much that the three suns were well on their way up to the high sky, Virian decided that it was time for a short break. With this decision being made, he stopped walking by a very small water path, dropping his backpack onto the ground with a heavy relieved sigh. He stretched his arms, twisting his back a few times before turning towards Malory with a kind look.

    They had spent the past few hours in-- what he felt like-- pleasant on-and-off conversation. He had explained some herbs to her, and even taught her a special hand gesture that conveyed the equivalent of 'you win, I give up' in this land. It was achieved by raising your left hand with the palm towards the ground, three fingers touching at their tips and the other two fully clenched. Silly, normal little things, that's what they spoke of.

    "Hungry? I have leftover from yesterday. We should reach the village by dinner, though, so we'll be able to eat then, too."

  • With the branch suddenly embedded in the wood, Virian's mouth formed into an O shape as he was slightly surprised by it. He began trying to pull it out as he replied to her confused question. "Just--" He huffed out, finally snapping out the branch as he did so, only to stumble back a little bit. He caught himself with some unusual footwork, stabilising and straightening back up before continuing his sentence as though nothing had just happened. "Wanted to see your reaction, that's all.

    He looked at her with a cheeky grin, eyes beaming, swinging the branch around a bit before stopping it and looking at the dent the sword had made. "Oh wow, you're quite the force!" He glanced at her with a look of approval, "That run yesterday must've done a lot of good, huh? You're not feeling winded at all?"

    Holding onto the branch, Virian began walking again, only this time he was beside Malory instead of in front of her. They needed to keep going, after all, and since the three suns were going to come up in an hour or two he wanted them to be a decent distance into the forest by then. Maybe they'd eat some breakfast just as the first rays would begin to streak through.

  • Nodding, Virian understood her distaste towards the idea of an exciting trip. He, too, secretly wished for it. Feeling a need for a change of subject, he glanced back at Malory as the trees welcomed them into the forest, as still and silent as ever. He saw how Malory held her sword so defensively and wondered for a moment what it was like seeing her in action. Back when they fought against that troll back on Earth, he hadn't really been paying much attention to how she was fighting it. Was she a graceful warrior? Was she sneaky and fast? Or did she just go right for it, with no real thought?

    Now that he knew her a bit better, Virian suspected that the latter wasn't very likely. She looked strong, though. Well... she used to look strong. Now her body was much gaunter, with barely any strength left in it. Virian wasn't judging her for that, though, since he knew why her body had changed, and it wasn't anything either of them could have controlled. Now, however, Virian knew that they'd need to whip her back into shape. It wouldn't be a terrible idea for him to learn some ways of defending himself, too, now that he was thinking about it.

    Grabbing a fallen branch, he swung it around a bit before unexpectedly, and very dramatically, turning around on his heel and holding it out like a sword, aiming towards Malory. Really, he just wanted to see her reaction, in addition to changing the mood. If she got frustrated, he'd just laugh it off. He wasn't very threatening, after all.

    Oh, and Virian had exclaimed a very poignant "Aha!" as he had thrust out the branch, which echoed a bit through the forest. The trees were tall and thin, making it so that the flat land around them was very visible and obviously blank. They probably wouldn't be able to reach darker, thicker forest ground until a few hours ahead. 

  • Yeah it was great information, I was thinking maybe she gets injurged somehow while she steps foot onto Monosa Wolf territory? Possibly Kane Or Kye comes along helping her, you may choose whomever you'd like for our story as well!! I really don't mind, whomever you think may work with Malory the best. If you want to know more information about Kane or Kye just read through there bios and let me know who you'd be interested in. Let me know if you have anything else to add, or anymore idea's for our story.

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