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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Content can go 18+, my character(s) drink, have sex, and do drugs.

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Fantasy, Romance, Violence, Realistic, Rated R, 18+, Comedy, Action

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  • (Lol I thought it was fine. )

    He stared at her for a long moment as the flames rescinded and he returned to his normal apperance.

    “ It how we determine who is deserving of Vengeance. We look into a person’s soul and see their sins. We can then find out every bad thing that person has ever done in life. Every illegal, immoral, selfish, horrible actions, in perfect detail. For now, your soul is not stained with the blood of innocents. Make sure to keep it that way or we will be back for you and I was a dead man but now I’m not. Brought back to life thanks to the devil inside of me. “
  • [Okay perfect modern works for me also. Now would you prefer to have Maleficent show up in modern times through time travel or that Maleficent has just been living all this time and they just meet?]

  • In the meantime, Kyra had hurried up the hill towards the Elders cottage, the yellow bottle in hand. She pushed open the door to see the Elder crouched on the ground, cross legged before the fireplace, her engraved staff laying across her lap. "Elder." Kyra said, dipping her head in respect. "The Gryphon Rider needs medicine. Similar to this." She tossed the bottle to the elderly woman and she caught it, examining the words on it's surface before sniffing it, wrinkling her nose in distaste of the artificial smell. "Can you help?" Kyra asked, and the Elder's withered gaze met hers. She nodded solemnly, indicating she could, and Kyra turned on her heel before leaving the room.


    Arch's golden gaze never left her as Malory seemed to stare absently into space. What was wrong with her? Upon tasting the air, the entire hut smelled of alcohol, and he glanced down to the wet part of the ground, the smell growing stronger around that spot. Oh God, was Malory drunk? He rubbed at his neck, placing his palm over the scratch and tilting his head. "Is...everything ok?" The native asked, peering at the contents of her bag. "I thought you and Kyra were going to do something Gryphon Rider-y after dark."

  • (No worries. No rush. Posts when you can. Look forward to it. She can flirt if she likes. He always finds it amusing. Hope you feel better. Before x mas break. I was sick for over two weeks. Somewhat better now but now I got this random nausea. Bleh. )
  • Virian shook his curls at her speaking of liquid latex, and he actually looked disappointed at that. He had only ever seen it once or twice, and had never learned how to use it. However, he did admit that such a thing would be useful; especially for situations such as this. Liquid latex was just like clay, right? Or no? Would clay work? There wasn't much of a difference between Earth clay and Esterian clay, so could they use that? No. No, that'd be ridiculous. It was clay, and it wasn't going anywhere near Malory.

    Shaking his stupid ideas away, he instead focused on replying to her rather... surprising question. He furrowed his brows quizzically, blinking once, then twice, before answering. "Of course I do."

    He didn't.

  • She would appear to Malory in a sex Santa outfit which under it she had nothing on but a bright red bow. She had a smile
    On her face and winked at Malory.

    “Santa says you have been extra naughty. Looks like you need
    Special gift for being naughty and I am the present. I dunno if you like milk and cookies but I can get some later if you like. You can open your present whenever you like. I fixed you your favorite for breakfast. Hope you slept well.”

    (merry x mas. Lol banter moment. Zura just had to for Malory. Hehe)
  • ((That's good! I hope you've been having fun with your family ^^

    Merry Christmas!! ))

  • Pushing open the door, Virian made a quick gesture of dismissal to show that they were alone again. "It's just me," He further explained before strolling over the lilac hue'd room to the table Malory sat by. The small cabinets and chests were mostly all open, showing bottles and containers with cosmetics, while the ones she had been going over were on the table itself, opened. His eyes scanned over the familiar colours and he noticed one with a dent.

    Holding back a sigh of nostalgia, Virian decided to look at his 'fiance' again. Instead of telling her who it had been at the door and what they had wanted, he moved on to another subject. The subject of covering up all her psychical problems. Or, at least, the ones she kept yapping on about. "So, any luck finding something to help?"

  • (( I really really hope you start feeling better soon!! I won't be online that much today, since it's the 24th and where I live that's basically Christmas day for us, but here's a cat GIF cuz that's always needed lol I really hope you'll start to feel a bit better! ))

  • Virian wasn't a complete ass, so he decided against going through her entire bag. But, he was nosy enough to scan over the rest of the bottles that had fallen out. He read over their labels and his already heavy, busy mind began to piece everything together. And, as luck would have it, he wasn't exactly a pinhead so he was able to come up with a plan in his mind. A plan, he really hoped would work.

    Putting the bottles back into the bag, he closed it and propped it up on the sofa. As he did so, he noticed that the sword had made a cut into the fabric and he scowled lowly before rolling his eyes and turning away, finally leaving all of her stuff alone. Deciding that the sooner he set his plan in motion the better, Virian made his way into his main study. Silence completely filled the apartment as he sat by his desk and wrote down on a scroll, the pen moving without him having to touch it. He tried to remember the list he had made in his mind. Sleep, pain, anti-anxiety, anti-depression. He wasn't doing this to be cruel or creepy- far from it! This was something that would help Malory, therefore helping Virian since then she'd be in a much better mood to deal with.

    He had to admit, now that he knew why she was this way he didn't feel as angry with her; he didn't even pity her. Virian knew it was better that he didn't feel anything. That was his policy, after all. He was numb to all but himself, and it was going to stay that way.

    After finishing up, he strolled towards the window with the scroll rolled up and tied with a red ribbon. As soon as he opened the window, a dark navy-blue crow-like bird was there waiting for him. After tying the scroll to it's leg, it flew away. With a sigh of relief, Virian then made his way back upstairs. He knocked on the half-closed door into Malory's bedroom and waited for her reply. Manners were in his blood, even if he didn't always follow them.

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