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

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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

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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.

 

crush 2013 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs | TumgirHer 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 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.

  

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 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.

 

 

 

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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. 

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

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  • This isn't a cop, Christian thought as she began to speak. No gun, no badge, no formal introduction. Strange enough, but then the monter had called her hunter. Not him, but her. He walked back in his memory. She had been there from the very beginning, possibly trailing the demon before he recognized it. And not being a cop, what other reason did she have to persue it. It seemed Christian had stumbled across already claimed prey. The idea of other hunters was interesting, puzzling, but the idea that the small framed woman in front of him hunter creatures like these was even more so. What had she called it, an orge?

    He rubbed his temple recalling his meeting with it in the park, but then shook his head. "No, never seen nothing like that before. Bastard sure knew I was comin, though." He had a number of questions for her, but glancing around at the torn up trees and earth, it looked like a small plane had crashed here, but with no debris. The last thing Christian needed was to be questioned by the law, so he held his tongue and agreed to leave with her. 

    "You know a safe way out? Not exactly from around here." 

  • Christian hit the ground hard, surprised at how much force the creature could muster in just turning himself over, but rolled with it and ignored the dull pain. In his roll he repositioned his grasp on the knife, taking it by the blade, ready to throw it the moment he came face up, expecting the monster to be on top of him. But it wasn't. Christian rolled onto his back, refraining from throwing the knife because the monster wasn't even looking his way. Instead, it glared at the young cop who still dared to approach. Words, all too familiar came from the orge, promising to kill the hunter. But they weren't directed at Christian.

    Instinctively he prepared to shout, to tell the young woman to keep her space, but suddenly the orge was on the move. Wrong. It was moving, but not going anywhere. He watched as the enormous beast practically deteriorated, collapsed, and then melded into an eagle. The bird flapped its wings and took flight. Christian had hunted all his life, it wouldn't have taken much to rise and strike the injured bird with his blade. But at the moment he wasn't sure he wasn't living a dream, induced by the headbutt in the park. A momnt later  and the girl was standing in front of him.

    He took her hand, mostly for the contact. She was warm, human, real. He stood up, glancing once more at the sky at the bird, his target, who was only a speck now, then to her again. He rubbed his head, eyeing her suspiciously. In his life he'd seen things people refused to believe. A demon becoming a man, then a monster, then a bird was one thing. Another human behaving the way she was was a step too far.

    "I don't think so. Did you see what I just saw, or are you lookin to turn into a bird too?" 

  • [ Hey, no worries, my response time was terrible. I promise to be faster in the future. ]

  • The hit was no surprise, it would have been harder to miss the ogre from this distance. But when the creature stopped and roared in pain, before turning to Christian, missing began to look like a more strategic plan. So did running. But throwing his knife was no mistake. He had to be sure and now that the orge was charging it was becoming clearer by the second. The inhuman man, the one he had chased here, and this thing were one in the same. It was the orge that had to die. Which unfortunately meant Christian had to stay. The ground shook, more violently the closer it got. 

    Christian could have drawn his revovler, shot for the eye and hoped for the best, but he didn't have the damned thing with him. He braced himself. For what he wasn't sure -- maybe it woul try to eat him? -- but not for what happened. The monster's eyes went wide just before it pitched forward and crashed head and shoulders through the trees in front of it, and all but tossed them around. Christian lunged, rolling to his left to avoid the flying debris. When he looked up the ogre was down, face first in the earth with Christian's knife sticking from his back. 

    "...in hell...?"

    A glace to the side -- the cop! Christian picked himself up. It didn't make sense what she was doing, but for whatever reason she seemed to be helping. Hell, maybe she'd saved his life. He didn't know what breed of cop had the guts, or foolishness, to engage something like this but it didn't matter. He broke into a stride for his weapon, leaping onto the ogre back just as it began to pick it's head up off the ground. Christian yanked out the knife and drove it in again. Another roar as it awkwardly reached for him to no avail. Again the knife came out and went in, a little higher up. This time the ogre rolled over sharply, throwing Christian off, who landed with a thud and a roll, knife still in hand. 

    The ogre was sat on it's ass now, bleeding from several stab wounds and weary from it's fall, but it's anger was alive with pain and embarrassment, and it's sights happened to be set perfectly on Malory as she approached. 

  • “Taking you out twerking  babe. This is for you. Love your future baby mama. “

     

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  • “Rather watch the second Gremlins after the first. That one had cooler designs and mutated gremlins.  The bat one was a particular favorite of mine. Hell. I want that one as a pet! I need to figure out how to get one or a spell that lets me conjures items from whatever is on the tv screen.   I watch a lot of tv my dear. I never got betwitched. Pussy ass human Darin, always bitching about his cute wife doing magic. Like Nigga, let her do magic and enjoy that shit bro.  And how did talking claw things scare you as a kid? I loved i Dream of genine. I mean that girl looked Thirsty for her master. He should’ve just fucked her brains out or whip his cock out and ask her to suck it. He didn’t even use her powers all that much. Ugh! Then that anime with Tenchi kid having his own harem of women who are allllll obsessed with him and he doesn’t have sex with a single one.”

     

    At this point Zura was growling like an animal with her eyes Turing black as night, huge saucer like with a red glow to them. 

     

    “All those men. Human men. Those opportunities just wasted on them. I hate seeing someone have some golden opportunity right before them and they piss all over it. If I was in their place. I would have been living it up and having an orgy with that harem.   Come to think of it. You don’t use me for my full pontential either? I mean like crossroads demons can basically grant like genie level wishes. You hardly ask for anything special from me.  Is it cause you don’t really need anything or something? “

     

    Zura just buries her face right in Malory’s chest and does not move for a little bit. Just stays there in the comfort of her lingerie covered bosom while she speaks. 

     

    “Yes yes. You only seen one or two sides of me my dear. I can be deceptive and manipulative, I can put on an Act and pretend to be normal and civilized around your family. It’s not that hard. I can pretend to be some human secretary or some other boring job, if you want me too.  If you tell them I’m not human, you know they will want to know what I am then.  So what lie or half truth will you tell them then?

  • “I only watched those movies cause of all the tities they had all over the place. Tits for days babe.  Tits for days. Like GOT show. Dragons and Tities.  I don’t think any human made movie is all that accurate when it comes to killer critters, aliens, the supernatural and the like, especially demon movies. Though some of the motives they get right. Hellraiser is the closet humans got to an accurate description of hell, except for all the custom leather.   As for the fish people. Mmm I won’t kill them cause death is sometimes to good for some people. I’ll just make them wish they were dead or one of those , fate worse then death, thing that humans are always saying.  Maybe I’ll send a shark swarm or piranha pod after them.  Once I get my aquagirl on.  “

     

    Once the check came, after she asked for it. She would pay it and leave a tip. She looked at her lover and smiled.

     

    ”You know. If you even up getting your hymen back. I be honored to pop the cherry for you, the second time and it will be nothing like the first time.  With the scar healing thing, being re hymeniated May happen.  But you know, I dunno why didn’t I just think of this sooner. Gosh. I fed so dumb. No. I been too distracted with all the sex and playing with your body and living in orgasmic glow with you. That I totally didn’t think of this thought. I could deal with your scars by turning them into tattoos. I dunno why I didn’t think of that before. Huh.  I been so addicted to you, my mind gets foggy sometimes.  Take those scars and make them tats of like barb wire or chains, something that I can match along the scar path.  This way you can “”remember your scars”” but they won’t be be scars anymore. Just mmmmm flesh tattoos I guess we can call it. So you never have to be shy with anyone seeing you naked cause all they will see are some bitchin cool tats and no ugly scars. God I am so fucking brilliant I amaze myself. “

     

    She clapped her hands together and giggled with glee. She couldn’t believe she didn’t think of this sooner. If the baby could remove the scars. Zura could just turn the scars into something else then, a transmutation spell or transfiguration. 

    “I could also remove the scars but leave an image that only shows up under like one of those police lights they use to see blood and semen at crime scenes. This way you can see the old remanants of the scars Incase you get a case of Nostalgia.  Hell I would laugh if one day in the future, our daughter removed the scars herself, just to get back at you for not letting her go to some concert or some shit that teens like to go to , that parents always forbid them from going or whatever.  Honestly I would have to laugh at that. Only cause I fail to see how that would punish you unless you got some weird warped attachments to them.  But Malory. You may as well face it. One way or another, sooner or later, those scars are going bye bye.  “

     

    She looked at the outfit that she made her wore and signaled to Malory to finish her drinks before she would help escorts her outside and back to the car so that they can finally head to the hotel and unpack.  

    “As for the clothing. I won’t change the ones at home but more then likely, if I ever go into one of my feral lust frenzy modes again, I’m going to rip them into little fabric like peices  as you have on now, whatever it is that you are currently wearing. Like a werewolf tearing someone apart.  So be on the lookout for that, especially during a full moon, I recommend something you won’t mind seeing ruin.”  

  • (Bed smells like s tampon. Lol that French accent she does. Zura going to have to take Malory to French soon. And have fun in the Eiffel Tower. 

     

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  • (I hope this works. Message me if you wanted to change a few things.)

    Once Mai could feel confident in herself that Malory was indeed safe, she breathed a sigh of relief she didn’t know she had. She’s beginning to reconsider her choices in bringing someone who was mostly human along for this hunt. The extra set of eyes was valuable, and she loves company, but she wouldn’t forgive herself if Malory died alongside her. Additionally, she’s not sure Maxson would be okay with bringing along someone who is mostly human. There was too many factors weighing in here and she couldn’t make a calm choice to continue to bring Malory along. That settles it for now then. She wouldn’t be able to take Malory along for the next part.

    As far as Malory’s questions go Mai has an answer for them. “Well, I doubt that worm killed them. I’m sure they are on their way to wherever that worm’s home is. As of right now however, I need to find out who that woman was, and take that weapon off the streets. The sooner I can do that, then maybe I’ll get another lead on Ryan… For the time being, I’ll need to move on my own. I appreciate what you’ve done so far, and in the next few days you will see an increase in your bank. A small thank you from the FBI for your help.” She takes a look around at their surroundings at the mention of trolls and gnomes. She shrugs her shoulders slightly. “If anything happens due to the aftermath of this fight here, we will send someone out here to deal with such creatures. I will probably be back in New York… So if you’re ever out there, give me a call, maybe I can buy you a drink.”

    She offers up her card to Malory that would have her cell on it. “Stay safe, Malory.” She gives her a warm hug before turning and heading off with the rest of the FBI that showed up. Few stayed behind to continue on fixing everything, but the truck Mai went into drove off.

     

    8 months later

    Somalia, Africa

    1:37 AM

    This war torn country was the perfect spot for trafficking all sorts of illegal goods. Allied nations wouldn’t dare to kick this hornets’ nest due to the cost of resources and people it would take to bring order to this land. Unfortunate for Malory, this is exactly where the mysterious woman in armor brought her. She’s been captive for nearly two months now, and never has the other woman taken off her helmet in front of Malory. They had pressed her on questions about Mai. Who she was, where she could be, who was she close to, what kind of car did she drive? Everything. They wanted to rip this woman apart, and were willing to use any method to do so.

    This was the last night however. Malory was left in a cage surrounded by the woman’s guards. They all looked like hired mercs rather than the local pirates. They were decked out in tactical gear, and some had fangs. These mercs weren’t human, that was a fact. Malory’s cage was outside in the cold while the others stood near a fire. Everything seemed like it would go as a normal night in this shit hole. That was until the woman in armor hurriedly jumped into a vehicle and sped off into the night. The other’s looked at her in confusion as to why she just seemed to run away.

    Any unanswered questions were soon answered when one guard drops to the floor with a missing head. Everyone brought guns up and began to look around into the dark abyss that only seemed to get darker. In fact, it was getting darker. So dark that not even the stars in the sky could be seen. Then a man steps out from the shadows with two drawn revolvers and begins firing rounds off faster that his opponents can react. Simultaneously Mai had walked out from the opposite end with her shotgun out and began to fire shells into vital organs, and taking other’s limbs off.

    The first was quick and planned out. Soon there was only bodies and limbs left on the floor. There was three individuals in mechanized suits, but the only one Malory might recognize is Mai. The other two were never seen before, but seemed to easily follow Mai’s commands. “I want you two to go clear the building she was just in, I’ll get Chelsea to come pick is up and we’ll follow her into the town-“

    Just then the man in completely blacked out armor turned to Malory’s cage. “Mai, the prisoner is still alive…” He approaches the cage closer before speaking again. “Do you know her? Her info is showing up in your database.” Mai had turned to look at the cage and her HUD identified Malory.

    “Christ, Malory- Go clear the building now!” Things had just gotten slightly more personal. Now she is certain that woman is hunting herself down just as much as the FBI is hunting her. She rushes up to the cage and pulls off the door. Her helmet dematerializes and reveals a concerned face. “Malory, are you okay?” She holds her hand out to help Malory out of cage, or should would take Malory out herself depending on if she can walk or not. “Chelsea, we need pick up and medical, now!” She was talking into her radio obviously before places her hand on Malory’s chest. That familiar warm feeling shooting through her body while Mai begins to assess the damage done.

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