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.
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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~
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 owe starters to Fick and Weather Wizard, thread replies to James and Maleficent, and probably owe several people OOC replies. I’ll get to as many as I can as soon as I can, but I got a lot of shit to do today.
Work is a fucking bitch -_-
(Hahaha. Two pent up people. I can imagine the fireworks when those walls come crashing down.
Considering he has abilities and was made to kill aliens( in most story versions of him) alternate version which I’m dipping into for this story. He was made by a sorcerer working for a demon lord. To help usher in a new age of darkness and serve as a front line battle mage or spellsword. But basically. Made to kill things that are not human and threaten humans. So he be perfect to hang around her since whatever dangers she faces. He was made to deal with, in a similar capacity anyhow. Hell. If they became like hunting partners. He can easily help her on her hunts. Hmmmm if she can swallow her Pride and let him, that is.
Yes. It would be better if you set up the battle scene. As you would know best what sort of things she would be hunting and he can just charge In when he hears the sounds of battle. )
(Well I am more then fine with romance being on the table. I’m not opposed to the idea of him finding a romantic love interest. Would allow me to use some other gifs I got of him. Especially one saucy one of him and a lady, I would love to use at some point. XD.
Afterall, he is virtually all alone in the world. Being an artificial being. Made by humans to be nothing more then just a weapon, a tool to be used. So he has no friends or family. So he may be a bit closed off at first, till you get to open him up some.
Hell. He is like a Virgin in most regards. Never even been kissed. Lol. As for how I write his story. Since he never had any interests in things like that while he was “enslaved”. It’s only after he gains his freedom from , well basically mind control, that he begins to entertain the idea of engaging in intimacy.
I like the idea as well. As him charging in to kill Trolls or Orcs, would go with his weapon warrior mentality. Since he was bred to fight and kill. So yeah. If you would like to throw a romance into the story mix. It’s A ok by me. For the starters. Did you want to begin? I can begin also. Probably go with him entering her world first and picking up on the sounds of a war party. )
"Ey! Calm your fuckin' titties. It was a figure of speech,Mal.
Like if I was with my buddy Tiggs,I'd say 'atta boy'. Anyway. This went on longer than I expected.
Let's get out of here,already. I could use a change of scenery.''
(Glad you like. Stay tune to update and maybe even a diary of her thoughts and how feelings on the things she does to Malory and other people and how it makes her feel at the end of the day. Haha
"Atta girl! Let's go do some fucked up shit!"
"Hmm... Lemme think about that a quick sec...Kill walkers,eat berries or fuck in the woods.. I gotta admit,Mal.. You certianly do have a way with words,I'm flattered.. Think we can do all three,but we'll have
to fuck around with option 'C' a few times.. Hope you're not allergic to trees and shit. That'd suck the big one."
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