Name: Malory Grace-Spiderwick
{Malory's FC: Sarah Bolger}
Age: 28
Hair Color: Brown or Blonde
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, and Hefty, a blind orange cat Malory rescued from a goblin den before he could be lunch
Interests: Working out, fencing, running, hunting, ballet, drawing, playing various musical instriments, reading and collecting old werid books, and drinking
Dislikes: The ocean, other large bodies of water, summer, heights (sometimes including tall buildings or bridges), home renovation
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 stop her from spoiling 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 in upstate New York with her income, Malory’s mom packed up the kids and moved them to Maryland, where Malory’s great, great uncle had left a house to the family. Arthur Spiderwick had disappeared one afternoon nearly seventy 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 series of care homes 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.
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.
At the age of twenty-seven, she was the last member of her family to still live at the estate in Thurmont, Maryland. Her brother Jarred had moved to Northern California, where he kept an eye on the giant and dragon populations. There was a very delicate balance to maintain between the two species that had a habit of killing each other. Simon, on the other hand, had moved back to upstate New York with her mother Helen. Simon got a job with computer programming, and Helen was writing a series of short stories and novels that just happened to reflect real life events a bit too much for Malory’s liking. Especially when she was the one creating the illustrations for said stories.
Malory was…just a bit of an outcast. The people of Thurmont weren’t cruel to her—aside from the odd kids that kept sneaking onto her property—but they definitely kept their distance. Something always weird happened around the Spiderwicks, ever since her uncle had gone missing and his daughter spouted stories about fairies until her dying days. Then Malory’s little family showed up, and well…you shouldn’t cross paths with a black cat or walk under an open ladder, and you shouldn’t talk to the family who speak with monsters. Malory was avoided by most anyone in the town, only a handful of the citizens either didn’t care about her family’s history, or believed her. Chuck, the owner of the local secondhand book shop in town, had his own share of witnessing the strange and unusual. Hell, he even had a brownie living in his shop, who kept the place clean and free of moths. The creature was shy, though, and both him and Malory had only caught glimpses of it, despite all the honey Malory had tried to bribe it with. Chuck was probably the closest person Malory had to a friend, though they didn't hang out outside of the shop.
"Are you sure you're human?"
Malory had been asked this by a Tree Elf that lived in the woods around Malory's house once. The elf had been alive for nearly a century, not wandering much farther than the roots of their birth tree, but Malory saw them often enough while hunting in the area. Of course, Malory's innitial respone was "Of course I am, what else could I be?" And didn't think about it much farther than that. The Tree Elf didn't elaborate, and Malory moved on. Malory didn't have any reason to believe she was anything other than human, and she honestly forgot the conversation shortly afterwards.
Though Malory was unaware, there could be a case made that something wasn't quite...normal, with her.
Healing:
Malory's Best (and only) Friend: Cassandra Hanson
(FC Lzzy Hale)
Malory met the shapeshifter in college, though she didn't know it at the time. It actually took over a year until Cassy accidentally revieled her identity to Malory.
Comments
"I miss you my love. Hope you are doing well."
said Zura as she hugged her wife to be.
[ Okay, great! I'll send you that starter in PMs by tonight, hopefully. ]
[ Hey, no worries! Thank you for letting me know. Take your time, rest up and I hope you feel better soon! ^^ ]
[ Yeah, sure. I can go first. And no, I don't mind doing it in PMs if that works better for you. Although FYI, I will be offline for the next few days because I'm going on a short trip but I'll be back on Friday. I'll send a starter to you then. And yeah for sure, Brian has a very keen sense of smell so he'd be able to tell that something about her is different but he wouldn't be sure exactly what. He's never smelled Elf before so he wouldn't be able to recognize the smell.
So just so we're clear, Brian's Werewolf form will make his way into the woods near Malory's house and maybe they have a close encounter but Malory is able to escape or fend him off? And the next morning, she'll meet Brian's human form and that's when she might realize that he was the Werewolf? That sounds good to me I think. ]
[ Yes, I would love to write with Malory, and I like your idea. And fair enough if you want to take a break from Casey. That's totally fine.
I think Brian and Malory would be an interesting match since she's a monster hunter, but she might be conflicted when she meets Brian's human form and sees how nice he is lol So yeah Brian could Wolf out one night and then end up at Malory's house before turning back. Do you want Malory to actually meet Brian in his Wolf form first or not until later in the story?
Funny, I used to read the Spiderwick Books when I was a kid. Reading your profile is bringing back all kinds of nostalgia haha anyways, I'm good to start if you're good on that idea? We can always change things up as we move along.
Thanks again for being so willing to write with me again even though it's been so long. I'm blown away by people's kindness and warm reception. It's been very heart-warming to see. ]
[ Thank you so much. It's so nice to be back. Everyone has been so kind and welcoming. I'm just flattered that people remember me honestly lol
I'm sorry to hear you haven't been online much recently. There's no pressure whatsoever for us to write, although of course, I would love to, but I'll leave it entirely up to you. Do you have any plans to return to Casey? I quite liked that character, but if you'd rather write as Malory, that's cool too. ]
[ Hello, my friend. I hope you remember me. It's been a long time since I was last on here. (A year and a half, to be exact.) I did send you a PM but I'm not sure if it went through. Because this is comments, I'll try to keep this brief, but basically, 2022 was a really rough year for me and I spent that time recovering and working on my mental health. Now I feel a lot better and ready to write with people again. I apologize for ghosting without a goodbye or an explanation. I was in a really dark place, but I feel revitalized now and I'm beyond excited to get back into the swing of things.
If you don't wish to write with me again because of how long it's been, I completely understand. I don't expect to be welcomed back with open arms or anything. However, if you would consider writing with me again, just like old times, I would greatly appreciate the opportunity. I hope you've been well and I look forward to (hopefully) hearing back from you. Cheers! ]
Well...
I've been gone for a hot minute.
Maybe I'm back now.
//You're so very welcome. And I am doing well, thank you for asking.
Malory's reluctance to do what Eva asked was far from ideal. The witch was not expecting to receive so much backlash. The two were on the same side weren't they? The coven of witches saw Maleficent as a cancer. They wanted her gone but knew her blood could be useful. It had been one of the key ingredients when Eva created the potion the first time around. Eva was hoping that Malory would change her tune once she saw Miranda.
Instead, Malory objected to the task making it clear she would not help the witches unless she was forced to do so. Ivan's presence did little to persuade her, as did the threat towards her family. When the young woman mentioned her tussle with Ivan's men the night before, Eva gave Ivan an inquisitive look expecting an explanation.
"The gaunt is helping her, Eva. It killed several of my men and the two of them disappeared last night." As always, Ivan was willing to do anything Eva asked him to do. If this meant tracking down Malory's family, he would do it. Obtaining Maleficent's blood was of the utmost importance. Unfortunately, there was a new hole in their plan in the form of a bartender named Malphas Faery. Eva's eyes widened at the mention of Malphas and she turned her attention to Malory. The witch was familiar with Malphas Faery. Her coven referred to him as the night gaunt.
"You know Malphas?" Before Eva could say another word, Malory spoke summoning Malphas with the coin he had given her just a few hours before. The hybrid appeared in a cloud of black smoke just a few feet away from the couch. He looked around the room for a moment clearly startled to see Malory in the same room with not only Ivan, but Eva as well. His appearance was enough for Eva to jump out of her seat. She could not risk suffering the same fate as her friend Miranda. For that reason, Eva quickly left the room allowing several of her veiled companions to deal with the situation.
"Malory, what the hell is going on?" One of the veiled witches quickly pulled out her wand and muttered a spell causing a stream of dark magic to shoot out towards the hybrid. He jumped out of the way allowing the blast of energy to shatter the window behind him. Deciding that an answer could wait, Malphas grabbed Malory's hand. "Hold on!" He jumped out of the window and placed his arm around her waist taking off into the sky bringing the two further and further away from Eva's grand estate. His large black wings carried the two over London and although the day had gotten off to a rough start, there was something peaceful about flying over the city.
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