Malleigh Duffy
Feb 14, 2014 23:21:17 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2014 23:21:17 GMT -8
Character Information
Name: Malleigh Duffy
Gender: Female
Age: 15, but she claims she's over a thousand years old!
Rank or Title: Starry-eyed Girl.
Appearance:Physical
Height: 150 cm (4' 11")
Weight: 43 kg (91 lbs)
... She's still a growing girl!
Constitution Short. Wiry-framed. She appears younger than she really is. She says that's because dragons grow up slowly.
Poise Spunky! And not in the dirty way. Gross. I mean like... energetic and kind of naive.
Aesthetics Red-head, of course! How else would she get to thinking she has Fire Magicks?! Probably decently tan, too. Likes to play outdoors, you know. She'll have to have inherited those glittering green eyes, as well.
Standard Attire Her wizard hat and robe, naturally! Also not in the dirty way. Gross. She's probably got on a knee-length skirt and a shirt as well. Her choice of attire comes from the books Mama used to read to her as a child, stories of hedge witches and great big dragons and the heroes that slay dragons and carry away the damsels-in-distress. Where the other girls always tried to emulate the damsels-in-distress, Malleigh thought the witches and dragons were the cool ones.
Her robe is a deep violet and is decorated with innumerable stars. Just from her cloak alone, she can tell you every constellation in the winter sky! Her hat is a ragged felt hat lifted from a shopkeeper who wasn't even wearing it! And underneath her robe are a plain cotton skirt, practical but lady-like, like Mama would have wanted, and a shirt, also cotton. She'll wear it all in any weather, even in the bitter cold of winter or the rainy, humid spring. After all, it's all she has...
Battle Attire Her wizard hat and robe, naturally! She's not a sword-wielder, but she is handy at poking people with sticks! She carries around with her a reptilian tooth on a leather strap sewn to the inside of her robe, claiming it to be a dragon fang, albeit a small one, and a reminder of her true heritage. Mama was descended from a long line of dragonfolk, you know! One day, she dreams of having some grand witch robe, imbued with magicks to protect her in battle, but for now, she'll settle for her flashy star robe.
Formal Attire She's got some just-too-long-for-her-age dress she inherited from her Mama that she wears around fancy dinners and such. She super wants a nice one like those royal girls, though!
At first glance, Malleigh might be mistaken for any other troublesome child. Her features seem to be taken from someone younger than her, as if they, too, were stolen. Her mischievous smile is lopsided, a thin-lipped grin unlike both the prim royal ladies' semi-smiles and that of the darker folk from the deserts with their big lips and jovial expressions. Beneath a small, pointed nose, dry, cracked lips tell tales of dead men walking from their graves and the history of dragons, corroborated by glittering green eyes that suggest a brilliance beyond her years. Between her eyes, her pixie-like expressions, and a shock of red-hair, one might wonder how a girl this energetic and talkative would disappear into a crowd, but just like that... she's gone!
Of course, behind a thin veil of dirt, sun-tanned skin, and a miscreant grin is a budding young lady. Her shoulders are remarkably angular, over which her cloak hangs like a regal cape. Long, deft fingers could easily be at home around a gilded goblet as well as a sharp dagger, and though she is thin and lacks the softer curves of girls her age, a few hearty meals and a bath could put her in the same social circles as any member of the nobility. It is this contrast in appearance that gives her the edge in a life of vagrancy, too rambunctious and fae to survive among the gentry but too pretty to be mistaken for a beggar.
Personality:Intimate She's probably actually too young to know what real romance is like. She thinks it's like... boys and girls eating dinners in silence awkwardly or something she saw at the castle court once, and man, that sounds boring! Of course, exploring the woods or sharing a tale with her over a roaring fire is the key to her heart, regardless of gender or social standing. She tends to like the commoners more because they have more interesting stories.
Acquaintance "Let's romp about in the woods! I can show you this cool spell I worked on! Yeah, it does too work! Nuh-uh! Nuh-uh, I can too!" Friendly and innately charming, it's a shame she was never raised with better social graces. Her affable demeanor and proficiency with language would put her right at home with anyone, but her natural eye for coin and dreams of coming into her true heritage tend to make her troublesome to talk to for anyone serious.
Professional "Hey Miss! Miss, I'll tell your fortune for a small pittance, I will! I've been learnin' to trace palm lines! You just read them under the right light, and poof! I can tell your future!" Eager to show off her magicks, her professional attitude is direct. She tries to put on the airs of a beleaguered beggar child to weaken the guard of any who would have something she wants. Of course, her friendliness is far from an act, but she can seem hard to trust in professional matters without prior interactions.
Unknown "Whoa! I bet that guy is big enough to beat up everybody in town! I bet he's knows a bunch about punchin' stuff! I never tried to punch stuff much before! Maybe I'll ask!" Naturally, she'll talk to anyone about their lives, hoping that someone has something useful or important or even just fun to tell her. It means she gets along well with others, but that her naivete can land her in hot water quickly.
Dreams, Goals "To be a fire dragon! Then I bet I'll be the best at Fire Magicks like Mama told me!"
Likes, Loves "Uhhmmm... People, cats, sweet rolls, petting a baby calf, going to market, talking to all the fishmongers on the wharf, potatoes, helping shopkeepers with their prices, fireballs, and... uh... oh! Alternative Wealth Distribution by Reappropriation of Socially-Constructed Currency through Forceful Intervention! Da says it's the only solution!"
Dislikes, Hates "Oh, I like lots of stuff, but if I really had to say, maybe... crying- Yeah, that's a big one- and bein' alone on a cold night and being told what to do all the time like go to bed, young lady!"
Fears, Phobias "Scarin' people away with Fire Magicks and maybe dark places and also not getting to see Da 'cause the King locked him up."
Unique Qualifier "Ain't nothin' wrong with me! Ain't you never seen a girl start fires without flint before?"
Basically, she's naive and friendly and really isn't jaded from hardship because she's convinced that so long as she's working hard, things'll turn around! Maybe a little touchy about her dead mom and imprisoned dad, but I mean, hey, no one's perfect. Probably best not to talk about it. She'll probably cry.
History:Timeline
1986 - Born
1992 - Mama dies
1997 - Da in prison
2001 - Now
In the lonely western mountains, a girl was born, squealing and mewling with all the terrible discomfort of existence. Eyes shimmering with tears and a face ruddy like the firelight that kept them warm that night, she bawled in her mother's arms for hours. It was only when her mother lifted her up to where she could see the fireplace that she finally quieted down. She gurgled happily then. Her mother was satisfied, her father proud to at last have an heir to his business. The little fiery-haired girl knew little about her lot in life then.
Her name was Malleigh.
Years would pass, and the girl grew into a precocious young lady, though one would hardly actually call her a lady if they knew her. She was a fiend on the streets. Her Da had taught her already how to work people over. Many a sympathetic shop owner would toss something her way if she gave them her big, green, puppy eyes, all the while holding a stolen apple or dagger or coin in her skirts. Her finds she brought home to Mama and Da. Da couldn't be prouder of his heir. She would someday be grown enough to run his men, the Blackfoot Hares. The Hares were notorious in the city of Caer Avon as thugs, running protection and petty thievery and made obvious by their soot-covered bare feet. They were vicious boxers, and Malleigh was enthralled with them.
But something more inspired her. She stared night after night since she was a babe at the fireplace, demanding a raging flame be ever-present. Her mother refused at first to let the babe spend so much time near the entrancing flickers, but Malleigh's cries eventually grew shrill, and finally her mother relented. It was only when Malleigh was staring deep into the fire that she was calm, no longer the energetic hooligan she was by day. Her mother called her fae and began to tell her that she was not in fact human, but rather she had been switched like a changeling. She was really some little dragonling in human form. Malleigh liked the stories of dragons, big and powerful beasts with the astonishing ability to produce flame from their mouths! At first her mother joked about it, but as time went on, Malleigh came to believe the joke.
And she became convinced after that she had fire magick buried deep within her. If she could only summon it out, she would awaken her true nature as dragonchild and assume her monstrous true form! She practiced in secret, trying every little trick she had heard from her Da's men to tap into the gift the Chosen supposedly had.
In her mind, at least, and that was all that mattered... she succeeded.
Or so she thought. Indeed, though, they would come to blame her for the blaze that consumed her family home and took her mother. Her Da was arrested and jailed, doomed to work indefinitely until he would eventually be sentenced to hang. They only let him live because of Malleigh, then only 11 years old. She had nowhere to go, however. Caer Avon had no place for orphans, especially pyromaniac ones, and she fled at her Da's behest. He said for her to go, to grow strong, and to come back and take his town back. Convinced that if she could master her hidden power, she heeded his words. Wandering from town to town, she seeks now to realize her true nature as a dragonchild.
