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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  • Malory's sudden sound caught only one person's attention-- the princess'.

    Twirling around, ignoring the way some curls hit her face, Gwen gasped and pointed. "Brother, did she just--?"

    But her delicate voice was cut off by the sudden opening of the door. Even if she had bothered to finish her sentence, it wouldn't have been enough to disturb Virian from the way he walked over to the guard. Suddenly, his mind was bent on one thing and one thing only-- finding Lady Caden.

    As he left the infirmary, talking to the guard quite seriously, he couldn't help but think about who Lady Caden could be. Was she the mer-elf who offered him cakes the morning of the ball, when he was waiting for Malory to arrive for breakfast? Was she dark-haired? Was she the daughter of Counselor Payra or Erglareo?

    Soon enough another guard joined them, providing an easy answer to all of his questions. "Here is her miniature, your highness." The guard handed it over with shaky breaths, haven obviously rushed over. Staring down at the portrait, the prince's sights were set. Now was just the matter of finding her-- she couldn't have gone far. He hoped.

    And so, the search was on. Virian must've spent hours tirelessly going around-- either accompanied by elf guards or Guardsmen, such as the ones standing guard at main entrances and had guided Malory to the ball, but after a while he ended up alone. The suns were beginning to set, and he had long since passed the controlled gardens that most of the court was used to. Most didn't bother to venture past the shrubberies and gravel paths, and left the mountains alone for the streams and wild sheep to enjoy for themselves. Virian, however, was leaving no stone unturned.

    He passed a few rivers, haven simply tretched through them in his royal robes, and climbed some hills, always checking every cave and blind spot he knew of-- since he had played there a lot as a child, Virian was lucky to know quite a lot of the way. But, as night stretched on, he was beginning to grow weary. Sitting down by a cave, he let out a frustrated groan and pushed his hair back.

    "What in the Gods names am I doing...?" He grumbled, thinking hard. "She could be being framed." With that dawning thought in mind, Virian's eyes shot open and he stood up. "Does-- Does that mean that the culprit is still at the--?!" He shot up to his feet, looking back at the palace in the far distance. But then, he scowled as another thought dawned. "But there's no evidence that she is being framed." Then he let out a sigh. "There's no evidence..."

    Sitting down again in the moss, the prince put his head in his hands and kicked the ground in frustration. "Where the hell are you, Caden...?"

  • (Hi hi! I'm back from my break (honestly, I needed more time) and opening threads slightly, if you wanna pick up where we left off or strart fresh, lemme know! I loved writing with you~)

  • "Eh, feisty," Neegan snortds. "Jurgen would like you. Maybe he'd find you annoying, too, but not as annoying as her finds me," Neegan's gaze leaves the road to eye Malory, as if he's sizing her up. "How'd you get into the monater hunting business, then? Daddy into it? Mum? Maybe a brother or some shit?"

    His eyes go back to the road, flicking to a sign warning about a rest stop ahead. Close to their destination. Good enough. He has to piss like a racehorse anyway.

  • ( Thank you for accepting! Would you care to write sometime? )

  • “Nothing wrong with a house that you may consider to be very, very old. It usually means it got good bones and from what I see. Your home is a palace compared to where I was forced to live. Dungeons were nicer then my quarters but then. I was what you might call a robot or doll. I was unfeeling. No emotions or thoughts in my head, other then to serve my master. I had no desires or wants of my own. You have a lovely house, Madame Malory. “

    ~ Since He never did buckle himself back in, he simply teleported himself out of the car, rather then mess with the door.  He took his time as he stood there, taking in the sight of the house and land around it. It was peaceful, very peaceful. He didn’t foresee anything here getting under his skin or startling him and for the moment, he felt like he could let his guard down. He wasn’t sure what to expect from staying here or serving his new Mistress, Malory. ~

    ”What is next, Malory? And alright. I will inform you before pulling that move again. I don’t sense people around for a good distance so fighting with humans should not be an issue here. What do we do now?”

  • “No killing. No torture.  Can I still fight someone who messes with me? Or mess with you? “

    ~ He thought about what she was saying about the no kill thing. Bummer. Killing and torture was what he was good at and fighting of course.  Guess he will have to find something to fill the time Void. He looked her in her eyes as he spoke again.~

    ”Yes. Malory.  I will obey your commands. I will not do anything of a ........ harmful nature to other people or gonout huntinh Trolls, or leave your castle without your approval. Think about your home for a moment. Would you? “

    ~ As he asked her to think clearly about her house while the car was pulled over. He moved one hand and touched the side of her head as a tiny electric charge flowed over his fingers tips. If she was thinking of home. He would use the electric impulses in the brain, the firing of neurons and the like. To read her memories or rather the first thing she was thinking about. If it was her home, he would focus to see the picture of her house, clearly in his own mind. He then moved his other hand from hers and touched the dashboard of the car and in the blink of an eye. He teleported the car with them inside, onto the front lawn driveway where her house was. He moved his hands from her head and dashboard and placed them on his lap.~


    ”Apologies. It was taking to long to reach your domicile. I decided to speed up the journey as all those other metal chariots were making me anxious, considering one of them nearly rammed into yours. Figured it be best to expedite the trip home, as it were. “

  • “Fast. Learner. Yes.  Yes. Master made sure I could learn any language, just need time. Need to speak all tongues so I can be able to torture people for information and understand their words. Humans always were a cowardly lot. Only the knights and warriors without fear or with bravery, have ever earned my Respect. “

    ~ He tilted his head to the side when she made that remark about women’s treatment here~

    ”How women be treated here? This world ruled mostly by men too? With women treated as second class citizens unless they are royalty or of the warrior tribes, like Amazons, Barbarians, and Vikings, warrior women tribes?  No male dares gets lewd or rude with a woman if she is either amazon, barbarian, or Viking. As those three types of women will kill a man for insulting them without hesitation. “

    ~ Marcus couldn’t help but smile as he said that. Because he was a warrior himself, through and through, he couldn’t help but have a possible ‘thing ‘ for women warriors. Fellow comrades in arms so to speak. ~


    ~ When She touches him, his eyes and mood softens considerably and he places one hand over hers for a moment before removing it. He calmed himself down and spoke. ~

    ”Advance weaponry. Humans still trying to make more tools of war. More weapons of killing. I see that is one thing this world has in common with my own. Humans can’t rest unless they keep making bigger and better weapons for killing. Tell me why then. I can not kill? Who rules this kingdom that could stop me? Only one who stops me...... is You.”

    ~ This was when he gently placed his hand on her steering wheel and told her to pull over and stop for a second. Should she comply, Marcus would take one of Malory’s hands and place his own on them, too and bottom as he held her one of handswith both of his. ~

    ”You wish to understand and know me. One thing I can tell you know. Master made me Slave. His weapon. Obey without question.  Master not here now. I can not be Rhonin. A Masterless Samurai.  I was created to serve, to obey, protect, and carrying out the will of my master’s.  You found me. We found each other. While here. You are now my new master. I will kill anyone who harms you and obey your commands, Mistress Malory. I serve you now,

    Mi lady.”


    ~ He said that whole spiel with a straiiiiiiiighht face. He was dead serious. He was artificially created to serve the dark sorcerer and help usher in a new age of darkness but helping his master free the demon lord and helping him to unless hell upon the kingdoms.  That ...... Programing as it were. Was too strong and even though Marcus got injured when he traveled here. His Programing was broken in a sense that his master was not here to enslave him. He had a sense of freedom and could not comprehend what to do with it. So his Programing altered itself to see Malory as his new ...... owner, master, queen.  He would now serve her in the same capacity he served his master back home.  Obey without question. Her own personal warrior wizard or terminator even. Her very own private knight/ loyal servant.  In many ways. She lucked out. Having your own personal, powerful manservert bodyguard,,,, welllllll there was worst things. Also possibly good she found him first for if some evil terrorist like person had found him and he chose to obey them instead, things would be a lot worse for this world.  One might think he was like a bird or a baby animal that imprints on the very first thing it sees and accepts it as it’s mother. 

    Since Malory was the first human he met here, and a warrior at that, as he viewed her to be. Guess you can say he imprinted on her. Also doesn’t hurt that she showed him kindness. Something his master, never did.  His master was an Uber asshole that severely took his ass for granted. ~



  • ~ Much of the words he did not understand.  Though some of her feelings seemed clear. He couldn’t help but smile when she called him fascinating. It felt like a compliment. Something he was never ever given before in his entire existence, short that it was. ~

    ”Flip shit.... public safety hazard? What you mean this? Mmm Running from me and try to kill me. Yes, yes. This I know. People do this to me back home when they see me. They run in fear or try to kill me in battle.  You. Malory. You be warrior woman. This rare back home.  Much respect for female warrior.  Like shield Maidens.  I respect fighters.  Especially women since men foolishly underestimate them and I have bore witness to the folly of those mistakes.... Saving you. No trouble. I liked killing those beast.  “


    ~ Now he had to wonder about her saying few could see those creatures.  They were big, smelly, loud, and ugly. How could people not notice them? He then wondered how many of such beasts existed here and why so few people knew about them, let alone hunted them. None of this made sense to him, but the information of few people knowing and hunting these beasts did make him grin.~

    ”Not understand. How your people not know and slay those beast, why? ‘Tis is good news to me though. Few people hunting Trolls, means more for me to kill. “

    ~ He got a little startled when she slammed on the brakes and saw her spilling the delicious liquid substance on her person. The odd noise made from her metal chariot and her reaction told him she was extremely made. He immediately took the whole ordeal as a hostile attempt on her life and reacted in kind.  The sound of static cane over the radio as electricity began to dance from his finger tips, up his arms and to his eyes as thunder clouds began rapidly  forming overhead. He lifted his left arm up as he tried to follow what direction the car went. For Marcus had every intention of calling down a bolt of lightning to kill the person in the vehicle that just cut Malory off.  When she pulled over he immediately unbuckled his seat belt and was trying to figure out how to open the door without breaking it but she took off driving before he could~


    ”Infidels! Blast.  I lost sight of the Rider of that metal chariot. Someone just tried to kill you. Allow me to hunt them down and deliver you their head. No one will make an attack on your person and live to tell the tale. I will kill them. Give thy command , Huntress  Warrior- Malory”


    ~ Dammmnnnnnn his behavior went from calm and curious to downright hostile and murderous and oddly, protective of her. The way he spoke was almost like a knight guarding a queen who just had someone try to Assassinate her. He wanted her permission to go hunt them down and bring the head back on a spike. Kinda sweet, maybe romantic in an old fashion, knightly, Barbaric sort of way. Maybe cause she was kind to him and seeing whatnot he thought was an attempt on her life, made him want to protect her and kill for her.  Course technically he was programmed like that. Welllllll in regards to his master. He was made to be his master’s weapon and shield. Anyone who tried to harm his master, was punished severely by Marcus , once he captured them. ~


    ~ He looked at her. What she was wearing. Perhaps a normal red blood American hetero male might have taken a few seconds to ogle her in that bright purple tank top and try to see more of her flesh. To Marcus. He didn’t even noticed as he was focused on finding and punishing her would be Assassin, well what he thought was an assassin trying to kill her.  There was no cars back in his homeland. No regular people being “assholes” and getting away with it. Where he lives, if one person insulted or assaulted the other and there were no guards or whatever passed as law enforcement back in his world. Often someone ended up dead or beaten close to death. Assholes didn’t get a “free pass” in his kingdom, except a free pass to an early grave. ~


  • ~It May be good fortune for others that Malory found him instead of someone else. Imagine if the government got their greedy hands on him. Strap him to a table and cut him open to see what makes him tick and try to create their own army of super soldiers. Also could have been only a matter of time for him wandering on his own and having an eventually confrontation with the police. Which no doubt would result in the police being killed viciously or beaten to an inch of their life and then all hell would break loose when the rest of the police force came for him and he decided to unleash his full powers. The death toll would climb very quickly when he began to defend himself and started unleashing category eight tornados all over the place and maybe even flood an entire city  costal area with a massive Tsunami. ~

    ~So If you think about it. Having Malory teach him basic civil liberties and behavior in polite society instead of leaving him to his own devices, would be like her doing her patriotic duty to not let some unknown threat wandering the world. After all, she hunted Trolls and other dangers to humanity. Leaving some time displace warrior wizard to get into trouble would not be a responsible thing.  Bad enough he seemed to have the power to manipulate the weather and that right there was a danger in and of itself. Who else knew what he could do and how dangerous he could be if fully provoked. ~

    ~ He turned to look at her and accepted the burger which he ate very quickly. He then looked at the trash as he was unsure what to do with it. Since the only times he had eaten outside of the castle with it Slave servants, was in a tavern and their wasn’t really any sort of Trash, to deal with since everything was on plates or in a glass already. So he opened the window next to him and began turning the trash into ice and then superheated his hands to melt the ice and instantly convert it to vapor, which he let blow out the window as he dealt with the garbage. He figured this disposal method was better then just tossing it out the window. In his homeland, there was no “garbage or litter” on the ground. As dead bodies were taken care of by vultures and the elements and things like armor, weapons, broken carriage, etc, was always picked clean off the battlefield by scavengers and salvagers.  So litter and garbpage piles were a foreign concept to him.  Yes. His land was very much pollution free, no carbon emissions to worry about, and the air in this world did not smell as rich as it did back home.  He would speak once more as his grasp of her language was steadily improving.~


    ”Why. ......... Take me to... your ... Dwelling. ... Why Assist Stranger like me?”



  • ~ Marcus would accept the bag of  food and opened it as the smell hit face on. It was a scent he never smelled before and curiosity made him dig in.  The idea of poison didn’t enter his mind as who was to say, that the good giver wouldn't poison her too, unless they wanted them both dead. But such paranoia didn’t factor at this time since hunger won out . He looked at the food, then to Malory, then to the food and back to her. He simply uttered one word to her before he began eating. ~


    ”Gratitude. “

    ~He took some of the fries and began to eat them, copying her since she was eating them first.  The taste took him by surprised, like a potato that had been covered in pig grease and salt. It was a very pleasant taste and he quickly devored them all. He then looked at the burger wrapper and carefully unfolded it and took a bite.  The rush of flavor reminded him one this one delectable morsel he once had back home. A reward from his master for  destroying an entire village. But this food, it tasted even better then that.  He took a few bites to savor the taste before he inhaled the rest of it. He then finished it off with the milkshake which he dranked rather quickly, because he had powers over temperature and ice, he didn’t suffer a brain freeze as other people would. The food of this world was something else and he wondered what else there was to try.  Lord knows how he will react when he tries potato chips, Cheetos, and other snack chip goodies. While he remained calm and composed on the outside, on the inside, he was like a kid doing a happy dance ~



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