Stats

Name: Malice Maloy
Faction: Warlock
Age: 145
Appearance: 5' - Brown hair - Green (feline) eyes - (Blue feathered wings with white tips)
Things of Note:

Malice M. Maloy, was raised by a warlock and a mundane. She was left on their door step, in a basket with a note and half of a clockwork pocket watch from an earlier time, that was inscribed with only one word
"tempus"
her parents to this day remain unknown to her.

Merits: Big heart, kind and generous
Flaws: Introvert, doesn't trust
Public Eye: What you see is what you get
Behind Closed Doors: See above Faction Ties: neutral



They say there are no monsters under the bed or in the closets...


History

My name is Malice, my mother used to call me her little Alice. Partly because she had known Charles Dodgson, as he lived up the street from her - and partly because she had loved his stories so much. She always took the time to read a new bit to me every night before bed time

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I miss my mother, she was the kindness soul you could have ever met. She used to tell me, that just like Alice i would grow up some day and have amazing adventures. I used to think that was true, but over time that idea, like most child hood ideas faded. They faded much faster with her gone and growing up under the 'tender' hand of my father.
How she ended up with my father, I will never understand. But you can't control who you love, or so they say. She did her best to keep the place as bright and cherry as possible. The day she died was the day the sun went out for me. I was about 5 years old. My father was out on a business trip, I remember hearing a sound in my closet. It had sent chills down my spine and i remember screaming out for her and pulling the covers over my head. Now most kids when they hear something like that, it turns out to be the cat, at worst a mouse, or maybe an escaped gerbil.

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Naturally, I am not that lucky.

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I am not even sure what it was that came out of the closet that night. I stayed hidden under the blankets when my mother went to check. I only remember the sounds of her screams and all of the blood that splattered over my covers before a bright flash of light and a horrid sound like metal screaming.
That was when my father yelled some words i have never understood and all went quiet.

I remember staying under the blankets until he had lifted me up and out and taken me to another room. We moved soon after that to New York. I remember watching the light go out of my fathers eyes as he looked at me, knowing she was dead and nothing could bring her back. Some part of his mind irrationally blaming me, for calling to her for help.

Ever since then, He couldn't stand to look at me, and the reminder it caused him of her.
My life with him went from dark to the darkest of nights. Without my mother here to give him some form of balance he became cruel and reckless. Soon the man that I had loved in my childhood, my hero and my savior became a monster.

They say there are no such things as monsters in most homes....
But I know better.. i was raised by one.


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I moved around with my Dad a lot after that. Life was never easy. I didn't find out until I was grown that a warlock can never bare children. One more reason for my father to hate Magnus Bane, I suppose. Not that the two of them ever really got along anyways. Once I came of age and had grown well enough in my power that I could move away, i did. I went back to the one place I thought my father would never look for me. The one place I hoped to find some clue as to whom my real parents had been. London.

Here I have spent my time doing what a warlock does best, working for whom ever has the highest purse, but.. with a conscious. I won't break The Laws. So don't bother to ask me to. I rather like My head where its at. But if you need a spell, or a charm.. feel free to drop by and see what i might be able to work up. Like My dad.. I hide what I am behind a shop of Illusions, but I don't mean a glamor. They say the best place to hide something is in plain sight. So i sell my wares out of a mundane looking magic shop.

yes that's right. Bunnies that come out of hats and card tricks.