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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Zura was sure to keep any signs of blood off of her when she was out in public. Least when she was with her lover and didn’t want the cops to be banging on Malory’s door as a known associate of some psycho serial killer demoness. No. Zura kept herself relatively low key with Malory. Least now she did as before in the begging she wasn’t so covert but often used magic to make sure no one made any connections to her.
Since she was invited to a nice dinner on Halloween night. She decided to pick out a Harley Quinn costume for herself since she was a mega fan of that gal. She walked up behind Malory all silent like and gently placed her hands on her shoulders to begin a gentle neck rub while she lean down and plants kisses up and down Malory’s neck and cheek and then quickly slips her hands down to covertly cup her heavy breasts for a second or two. Just copping a quick feel before she moved around and have Malory a long, passionate kiss on the lips and took a seat, but not before moving a hand down to rub that baby bump. Zura had a look of warmth and affection as she gently rubbed that baby bump and then she moved Malory’s chair back just enough so she could bend down and give her belly a kiss and said.
”Mommy loves you. My little Precious.”
Zura said to their unborn child and then took her seat next to her beloved. She would give Malory another kiss and smile.
“Hello, beautiful. You said you had a surprise for me. I hope you still do. You know how much I love surprises. If they are good usually. Cute outfit. I was going with slutty school girl look but thought a cute Harley Quinn type outfit would be better. How is our precious daughter doing? Still keeping you hungry? Mmmm I will have to figure something to help those late night cravings. Maybe a special protein “milk “shake or something. Have I ever told you just how much I love you?”
“Hmm. I see. Fashion and comfort, not combat attire. Mmmm sex selling, illegal due to forced prostitution, selling and capture of women, aka Human Sex trafficking. Sounds likes the ones doing the capturing and forceing of innocent women, are perfect candidates to flay alive and Mount their heads on pikes. As warning to other men who think they can abduct women and sell into sexual slavery. This would be good deterrent, yes?”
~He said as he generally thought that was a great idea. These men, sex traffics sounded like horrible, evil men, like rapists, therefore, he concluded killing them would be a great service to women everywhere. He had an earnest look upon his face as he thought such aweful men deserved swift punishment and to serve as a nice reminder to other men who plan on following in their footsteps.
He listened to her as she talked about sex toys and answered his other questions. He frowned when she mention him returning to his old world and looked sadden by the thought. ~
“Toys good. Fun times with toys. I get it now. And scents. Different items make different smells. Much like home but different here. Hmmm back to my world. You wish to get rid of Marcus? “
~He looked away from her when she said that and he thought about her intent behind saying not to worry about that things here because he be home soon enough. He stood up and walked to the other side of the room and looked out the window and answered her last question. ~
“Black and Red. Black- Good for hiding in darkness. Red - helps with masking the blood stains of battle. “
Happy Full Moon and Friday the 13th
Shows up with a pair of handscuffs in a sexy police outfit. Grabbing hold of Malory and spinning her around and putting her hands on the bedroom wall.
“You are under arrest. For being so sexy. Any moans you make will make me work harder against you. I’m taking you into the bedroom for some enhanced interrogation. Do you understand these things as your girlfriend says them to you, Malory?”
Zura said as she leaned in and planted a kiss on Malory’s cheek.
“Next time you leave. A little heads up would be nice. I had to take care of the “Paperwork” all by myself. Not fun. “
(Welcome back. Zura could not help the cop routine for Malory running out on “Parole” or maybe it was skipping bail. Hehehe. Thought I send a funny banter moment to welcome you back with a giggle. I hope the vaykay was able to make you feel better hun. I know how overwork and stressed you have been. ::hugs::)
(We never got to starting it! I vanished haha. But I think we were discussing ideas on how they could meet, since Jorah is pretty stuck in Northern Europe 'n all. But also how Jorah is very similar to the faerie creatures of Spiderwick in the sense he can make himself nearly invisible to people, although it works slightly different since I am basing it more off of Scandinavian folklore ideas. But the principle is the same. And there's definitely ways for people to spot Jorah even when he hides himself, if they know how.)
[There you go! I hope you enjoy!]
The one who spotted her at first was Doom. The shadow dweller. He was responsible for everything getting dark before. He was working with Mai against his will, but who isn’t at this point? Then the other man in green armor, the one who came in with two revolvers, was Creed. He was indifferent. He was aware of Mai’s new circumstances, but didn’t quite agree with her methods in dealing with them. Still, they were all here against their will, but Mai was doing what she needed to do. Getting her life back.
“Doom, Creed; Go to the building and clear it. Now.” It was a direct order. This area still had several places full of possible hostiles and Mai was now here trying to care for Malory. Not that the others couldn’t handle it, but she still had to make sure everything was done by the books.
As the other two begin to move towards the building, gunfire erupts from the darkness. No bullets are landing near Malory and Mai, so at least it isn’t directed towards them. She does look out into the distance though as the shots continue. “Wrath, what are you doing?” Malory wouldn’t be able to hear anything, but in Mai’s ear piece she gets an earful of bad news. Whatever she heard caused her to draw out a flare gun, and shoot a red flare into the sky. She then picked up Malory and began to run from the cage she came out of.
“Eric I need you on me! Chelsea I have one prisoner in critical condition we need to leave!” It seems things weren’t going exactly as planned. Mai didn’t get to far from the cages, but she did get out of the light before setting Malory back down. A dome of white diamond material formed around her but there was an opening left for Mai to get out. “I promise you we are going to get you home. Just stay with me.”
Howling is heard off in the distance, but it didn’t sound clean. It sounded sort of gargled. Mai looks at the opening to the dome before making her way out. “I’m going to be right out here for just a second!” Several footsteps could be heard approaching fast. Then snarling. Seconds later the sound of metal hitting flesh could be heard, then the floor cracked open as Mai called up her sword.
Mal didn’t have to come out of the dome to see what Mai was fighting. Soon she could see one of them coming up to the opening of her protective dome. It was a large wolf but something wasn’t right about this one. There was a black liquid coming out of its mouth, eyes, nose, and ears. It was feral and infected with a virus. It was locked onto Malory, and it still sounded as though Mai was mid fight.
Luckily for everyone, a giant in white mechanized armor landed directly on top of it before it could enter the dome. This must be Eric. He was carrying his large minigun with him and hoisted it on top of the dome. The sound of the minigun was loud and intimidating as it cut through whatever enemies were on the other side of this barrier.
Just when things couldn’t seem to get any worse, the ground shakes and several gusts of wind pass through the area.
“It’s the dragon!” Mai shouts as she jumps back into action. A roar is heard before it sends a blast of black flames towards her. With her shield up, Mai sucks in all of the flames and power into the shield as long as it keeps spitting them out. Once the dragon stops its attack, she hits her shield with her own sword, and the blade turns white. She slams the blade into the ground, cracking the floor with massive wave of black flames.
Following up her attack is Wrath, a man in red mechanized armor, and black feathered wings coming out of his back. He jumps high into the sky and calls forth his spear. The earth shakes and the sky splits as it seems to be formed in midair. It then shoots directly into the dragon as the fight is continued away from them.
“Wrath, take point! I’m getting Malory out of here!” It was a war zone out there. Apparently there was much more creatures being trafficked out of this point that Mal was being held at. Mostly supernatural creatures it seemed like.
The dome collapsed as Mai came to pick up Mal again. A Humvee then pulled onto the road and Creed came out of the passenger side to open the back for Mai. They make it over safely and she begins to move Mal into the vehicle. Mai enters after and begins healing the ankle. Doom is driving this vehicle while Creed stays passenger side. The fight begins to get more distant, but not before loud cannon fire could be heard, and heavy footsteps.
“Get us to the FOB.” Mai speaks as she begins to mend the ankle. A very small piece of white diamond material sinks under the skin of Mal’s ankle and begins to cover the broken ends. They then pull together, and the diamond material acts as an internal cast for the bone. Mai then begins to regenerate the bone and fuse it back together. She stops healing for now, and looks to Mal now. “I’ll finish up once we stop… Mal, I’m so sorry this happened to you… I didn’t mean for any of this to happen to you.”
“Ladies and gentleman. Lord Lucifer thanks you for spreading the word of hate and death and making you true believers. Your hate keeps him strong. Even if the devil’s greatest trick was convincing the world he doesn’t exist and you still blame him for every thing that goes wrong. Keep asking yourself. Why does your lord keep letting bad things happen. Is this he has a plan and works in mysterious ways just horseshit for being an absentee landlord. “
“God would not lift a finger if I impregnated a nun in a church. The whole god doesn’t meddle thing or some junk. I thought about showing up in feathers and shit but I rather tell those people that demons exist and they will be spending time with them in jail because god isn’t happy that they speak In his name when they never spoken to him and they will suffer for those lies. A demon or angel can convey that with an angel being. Ore convincing but I rather go to their house, take a shit on their bed, wipe my ass with thier curtains. Piss in their fish tank and maybe eat their dog. Mmmm got Dog! Just for that extra helping if evil. Mmm well maybe not the dog. Depends if it’s cute or ugly one. I got a soft spot for cute puppies and kitties but not the mean ugly ones.
I was tempted once to use your toothbrush on my special place so that when you put it in your mouth. It was like having me in it. Or your mouth down on me. But I don’t think you would have noticed unless I left pubes but that just not cute once it’s off your body. So I didn’t bother. Back when I was pranking you. It like some movie I seen where a kid at a restaurant pissed on the food for these people that treated them like shit but they ate it like they didn’t even notice what was done to it and the kid was pissed that they did not notice his piss or taste it I gues s But I wouldn’t do that cause then if I kissed you. I would know where those lips have been and what was in them and it then kill my lady boner. Hehehe I draw a line at toilet play stuff for the most part. That just ...... a whole other leve that I leave for the sickos. I rather just have you orgasm in public and have your cum drip down your legs if I wanted to humiliate you or something.
As for the food. I did bake you a birthday cake that one time and cooked sone of that thanksgiving meal. But when you got magic. Why bother? Plus I can make you a fat juicey burger that would be the nutritional equivalent of a vegan given meal without the fear of getting fat or cholesterol or any other bad things from a greasy burger plus you can still enjoy that great taste of beef. I could make vegan food taste good but what fun would that be. I just be helping that vegan propaganda win. “
She then spun around, kissed her girlfriend and then took her hand, holding it like they were kids in school dating for the first time and lead her out the room, out the hotel, to take a nice leisurely stroll around town to see the sights and work off some of that food before they got to beach stuff and find a place to shop.
“Well walking down the stairs I look down at your tits. Going up the stairs. I stare at your ass. Win win for me both ways. Hahahah”
[You will, I promise xD I havent forgotten about you. I also don't plan on changing anything with the plot so I will pick up where we left off.]
That Andrew and Casey story. Poor Casey :(.
Working on your replies.
https://rolepages.ning.com/profiles/blogs/one-night-to-not-be-lonel...
Zura came along and help fixed that.
Like susan Coffey faceclaim for Casey.
https://rolepages.ning.com/profiles/blogs/the-mind-controler-still-...
She is cute. Lot of fun potential with that one.
So is this one
https://rolepages.ning.com/profiles/blogs/the-immortal-woman
Were you ever in the chat room thing?
Looking at your stuff here. I think I may have seen you before. Who knows. Maybe even talked to you once or wrote with you.
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