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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  • Nodding, Virian understood her distaste towards the idea of an exciting trip. He, too, secretly wished for it. Feeling a need for a change of subject, he glanced back at Malory as the trees welcomed them into the forest, as still and silent as ever. He saw how Malory held her sword so defensively and wondered for a moment what it was like seeing her in action. Back when they fought against that troll back on Earth, he hadn't really been paying much attention to how she was fighting it. Was she a graceful warrior? Was she sneaky and fast? Or did she just go right for it, with no real thought?

    Now that he knew her a bit better, Virian suspected that the latter wasn't very likely. She looked strong, though. Well... she used to look strong. Now her body was much gaunter, with barely any strength left in it. Virian wasn't judging her for that, though, since he knew why her body had changed, and it wasn't anything either of them could have controlled. Now, however, Virian knew that they'd need to whip her back into shape. It wouldn't be a terrible idea for him to learn some ways of defending himself, too, now that he was thinking about it.

    Grabbing a fallen branch, he swung it around a bit before unexpectedly, and very dramatically, turning around on his heel and holding it out like a sword, aiming towards Malory. Really, he just wanted to see her reaction, in addition to changing the mood. If she got frustrated, he'd just laugh it off. He wasn't very threatening, after all.

    Oh, and Virian had exclaimed a very poignant "Aha!" as he had thrust out the branch, which echoed a bit through the forest. The trees were tall and thin, making it so that the flat land around them was very visible and obviously blank. They probably wouldn't be able to reach darker, thicker forest ground until a few hours ahead. 

  • Yeah it was great information, I was thinking maybe she gets injurged somehow while she steps foot onto Monosa Wolf territory? Possibly Kane Or Kye comes along helping her, you may choose whomever you'd like for our story as well!! I really don't mind, whomever you think may work with Malory the best. If you want to know more information about Kane or Kye just read through there bios and let me know who you'd be interested in. Let me know if you have anything else to add, or anymore idea's for our story.

  • Turning, Virian saw Malory come out of the house quite soon after he himself had left it. Smiling at her arrival, he replied with a simple "Yep" before beginning to stroll towards the forest in the nearby distance. Looking up at the sky, a few steps ahead of Malory, he began turning around as he then began walking backwards. With his eyes still up at the sky, he spoke again.

    "The stars show a mixed path," Virian pulled a small face of disdain before looking at Malory, still walking backwards. "That's not a surprise, though. I might actually be a bit disappointed if our little trip held no ups and downs. It'd just be boring, right?"

    Turning back the right way, the brunet hoisted his bag up a bit as he clutched its straps, biting his lip to suppress a frown. Despite how it may have sounded, Virian was afraid of the idea of trouble. He was dreading the uncertainty of it all. Not a physical fighter, the prince held more of a knack for using his magical powers in situations of total panic, meaning that he'd lose control and end up hurting more than himself. Charm was his usual way of things, but that was no good in the dark, dank forest that was full of magical creatures that held no care towards his status in life. Unless they ran into clans loyal to the kingdom, he really didn't have much to help with.

    If they weren't trying to hide the fact that Malory was an illegal alien in the land and he was the crown prince, then perhaps they'd be able to hire another hand to help them, but that was just way too risky. Malory could be turned over for a profit and Virian would be held for ransom. Not quite the ideal situation, since all they were trying to do was take her home. It wasn't as though they were going out looking for trouble, but, with Virian's luck, some kind of trouble was sure to find them anyway. As cliche as it may be, it was nothing but the truth.

    And with that pushed to the back of his mind, the two of them entered the forest.

  • (No worries.  Mmmm could be better.  No rest for the wicked.  Just updating this character’s story and figure out where to go with her.  Bit sad a Freddy Krueger guy, who was on here. Is gone now.  Wanted to do a family story with him.  Oh well.  )

  • Hearing Malory's quick reply, Virian assumed that she must be quite a light sleeper-- or perhaps she had been awake already? Was she having nightmares again? Suddenly filled with worry, Virian bit his lip and kept himself from going in to check on her. There would come no good of it, anyway, since they had other things to worry about. And so, he turned down the hall and made his way downstairs. There, by the door, there were two bags. Well, they were rather more like large leather satchels or briefcases.

    Grabbing his coat, Virian pulled it on before opening the front door, taking a step through. The air was chilly and the sky dark, but that wasn't a surprise. Closing it again, he grabbed one of the bags and put it on, thankful that it had two straps (not to sound like an old man or anything, but if it was slung over one shoulder then he'd be complaining of pains before noon). And there, wearing quite thin shoes and pants that barely fit him, Virian waited for Malory. He breathed a sigh of relief when he reminded himself that they'd pass through a village the next day-- if the plan didn't go awry-- and would be able to buy better supplies. Clothes that fit, extra food, and a sheathe for Malory's sword. She couldn't go around holding it all the time, after all.

  • Listening intently, Virian's thought drifted towards Earth. Stuck within the confined rules of royalty, Malory must think-- at least on a subconscious level-- that Esteria hadn't any of the worldly pleasures that her own world could provide. Esteria could seem stiff and cold at the best of times, and maybe even tiresome or dull. Earth's pleasures were so obvious and on blast at every moment of every day that even he felt strange being without the constant distractions. Esteria was... different. More reserved, probably. Old-fashioned and strange, foreign to even it's inhabitants. There was no ballet for Malory to enjoy or fencing competitions for her to win. Silent, Virian pondered over what Malory's life might have looked like-- the life that he had taken from her. He was no better than his father, in that respect.

    Although, to be fair, humans possessed the unique trait of always seeking action.  As soon as they find fire and good company they wish to be away. Constant bombardment of the senses, that's what they crave. Young people, especially. Elves, on the other hand, were quite content with life as long as they weren't ill. It was said that only wanderers were ill, and to be at peace was to be at home. 

    "It's fine." Virian spoke after she had finished, jesting around a bit. "You can dump anything you want on me, since it's not as though I'll be able to tell anyone. At least not without fear of beheading."

    Soon after that they had both finished their food, and Virian began taking things off the table. He was comfortably full, and between the two of them they had almost finished all of the soup. He decided that they'd eat the rest in the morning, once they were a few hours into their journey. Grabbing an empty jug, Virian then turned to Malory with a quick-- "Get some rest. We have a big day ahead of us."-- as he smiled brightly, disappearing through a door as he went into the side garden, where the well was. He needed water to clean up, after all.

    He wasn't sure which room Malory had taken, since there were three available, but once everything was ready for the next day, Virian crawled into bed, making sure that it wasn't the same room. In fact, the rooms weren't even next to one another, like how it had been in the palace. Now, they were on opposite sides of the house, and as Virian slept through the night, he tossed and turned uncomfortably. He ended up waking up before the three sun's even began their journey back up, which was actually quite good since they needed the head-start. Dressing in his white linen shirt with a dark leather waistcoat, Virian pushed his curls back with a bycocket hat before setting out to wake Malory up. 

    With two sharp knocks to her door, Virian called out her name, which was muffled a bit as he stayed behind the closed door. The air felt strange and heavy, as it was the middle of the night. To be awake now was a feeling Virian would never be able to describe as anything other than uncomfortable. 

  • Lol got this from reddit.  Evil. 


    I prefer my evil business guys to have a bit of class though ya feel?

    You know the type to show up to an orphanage and instill tons of hope in the kids that he's about to donate a ton of money to save them all but he just hands the owner a notice that he's bought the property, bulldozes it down then puts his cigarette out on a small disabled girl's forehead as he leaves.


    I could see zura doing that.  Maybe not the cig part. But crashing a vehicle into an orphanage and Blow it up or an old folks home.  Back in her evil evil days. Luckily. Malory tamed that extra evil portion of her.  Lol )

  • (I understand and am still interested. I know that you can't always be as active as you want... speaking from experience. Although I won't be able to reply any time soon as I'm hard at work on costumes for an upcoming  convention, and preparing stuff for another convention I'm gonna work at.

  • Well maybe give me a bit of a back story on her character ? Then that’ll give me more of an ideas to work with on whom she would work better with.

  • that is no worries, yes I would definitely like to write with you. Just let me know which character of mine pulls at your interest more, then from there we can plot our story out! 

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