[quote=@Wishful Stray] Done [Hider=Maile] [center][color=#7F525D][h1]Maile Black[/h1][/color] [img]https://40.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2yb1hOY8J1qi6k18o1_500.png[/img] [h3][i]“People who claim that they're evil are usually no worse than the rest of us... It's people who claim that they're good, or any way better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of.” [b]-Gregory Maguire [/b][/i][/h3][/center] [hr][hr] [color=#7F525D][b][u]Name:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Malie Fae Black[/indent] [color=#7F525D][b][u]Nicknames:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][b]Black[/b]~ Malie likes this one, she picked it up at work from one of her customers and it stuck. [b]Mal[/b]~ A nickname from the Evil Queen, who hated pronouncing her full name. Malie usually answer to it out of habit, doesn’t really care for it either way.[/indent] [color=#7F525D][b][u]The Original Name:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Maleficent Faery[/indent] [color=#7F525D][b][u]Story of Origin:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Sleeping Beauty[/indent] [color=#7F525D][b][u]Age:[/u][/b][/color] [indent] Appears 23, Actually 235[/indent] [color=#7F525D][b][u]Gender:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Female[/indent] [color=#7F525D][b][u]Sexual Orientation:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Bisexual[/indent] [color=#7F525D][b][u]Magic:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Yes- Highly Addicted[/indent] [color=#7F525D][b][u]Job/Position:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Bartender at the Merry Men’s Bar and Grill[/indent] [color=#7F525D][b][u]Appearance:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]The once domineering sorceress, capable of taking command of a room with a mere glance, has shed her horns and long flowing cape for a more estranged and alluring look. She now stands at a mere 5’4” with bleached white hair flowing around her almost as a mane, her towering frame reduced to a small supple build, jutting bones giving the idea that she’s almost too thin. The one thing she couldn’t change was her love for black clothing, wearing over sized shirts, skin tight pants, and leather boots, even her makeup is back. An amused smile usually is found playing across her lips as a loose cigarette hangs from them as well. Her green eyes are as piercing as always attempting to allure and beckon people towards her. All in all she’s a strangely attractive young woman. [/indent] [hr][hr][center] [img]https://45.media.tumblr.com/d19b9d0657c0ec9da5a5f8230ec26695/tumblr_niowseOrGL1ta7qv6o1_500.gif[/img] [i]"Don’t tell me what they said about me. Tell me why they were comfortable saying it around you."[/i][/center] [hr][hr] [color=#7F525D][b][u]Personality:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Callous, Straightforward, Flirt, Mischievous, Schemer. Her personality hasn’t changed through the years, just ask anyone they would’ve used the same words they do now and they did back then. Mal outwardly is a classic bad girl, she smokes, drinks, plays magical pranks on others, and can easily convince others to do her dirty work for her. She enjoys it, but would rather spend hours debating with someone. She has a sharp tongue and a sharp wit to go with it and is often rather blunt when dealing with others, refusing to coddle them. It’s her way of putting up a barrier between her and other people, if they’re capable of dealing with her crassness then she generally feels more at ease around them and can occasionally be known to flash a smile or a short pearl of laughter. As much as she dislikes cats, her personality is very much like one distrustful and spiteful to anyone new and it takes her a while before she’ll show genuine signs of liking someone. A lover of romance, Mal can’t help but flirt even if she means little by it. She uses it to create a jovial aura so that no one takes her seriously so it allows her to keep from getting close to someone else. She’s ruled by her past experiences and has little true trust in others that they won’t actually hurt her again. Generally she puts on a friendly appearance and enjoys bantering with the patrons at her work, besides that she stays at home absorbed in her books and the latest shopping catalogs. [/indent] [color=#7F525D][b][u]Strengths:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Charismatic [*]Strong Willed [*]Energetic [*]Blunt [/list][/indent] [color=#7F525D][b][u]Weaknesses:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Intolerant [*]Unfocused [*]Argumentative [*]Aloof [/list][/indent] [color=#7F525D][b][u]Mortal Weakness:[/u][/b][/color] Pure Iron [color=#7F525D][b][u]Fears:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Intimacy[/indent] [hr][hr] [center][img]https://45.media.tumblr.com/7a09a40e2be4e851625e3c7793861c3a/tumblr_ndb33bnEyp1sgkgjno1_500.gif[/img] [i]"Well then, let's see what today brings, shall we?"[/i][/center] [hr][hr] [color=#7F525D][b][u]History:[/u][/b][/color] [indent] Everyone knows the story of Sleeping Beauty. The Spell. The Prince. True Love's Kiss. Happily Ever After. No one ask Mal her side of the story, sure she cast a spiteful spell but maybe she should have been invited to the child’s birthday. Everyone knew that the evil godmother loved a good party, but no even when she showed up, uninvited of course, they still dared to turn up their nose at her. That little pipsqueak of a fae even dared to tell her she wasn’t welcomed. The nerve of some people, after all the king was her brother. Mal and Stefan were half-siblings, them and a few other bastard children running around the kingdoms; let's just say their father got around. The pair had grown up inseparable, Mal’s mother was a simple fairy who lived in the forest. She was to help keep the ground healthy and the forest full of life for his hunting parties. The siblings often played and ran around the castle, no one really minded for the King’s wife had died along time ago and as long as the kingdom had an heir there was no need to worry. It wasn’t until the young prince had turned sixteen that trouble started, he was being teased for always spending his time with the bastard child. Eventually he sent Mal off sending her seeking refuge deeper in the forest with her mother, and as her mother got older she got sicker. She could keep it under control with herbs and potions and taught them to her young daughter as well, though often times she would sit by the window longing for the King to come visit her once more, but he had found a younger maid to fool with and men are fickle. Watching what the lose of love did to her mother, how it aided in her sickness made the young fae dislike the idea of love even more. Her mother tried to teach her not to close her heart, but Mal had already started to go down that dark path. She tried once to be good, to seek out the King and see if he would at least come visit her mother again, but he didn’t even remember her or her mother turning her away like a common beggar. She tried to talk to Stefan but he paid her no mind either, saying there was no need for her to come back, that she was unwelcome and needed to stop bothering him. The care she had in heart for him soon changed to a darker emotion, she smiled back sweetly echoing a warning to watch what he did in the future. Everyone else knows the story from there, it was after the thousand years sleep when Prince Phillip woke Aurora and the rest of the kingdom did the attacks happen and everyone fled, well almost everyone. King Stefan might have been trapped in a hallway with one of the nightmares, but Mal swears she has no idea what happened. Now she stays in a small flat down on the wharf, spending her nights up the strip mixing drinks for strangers and enjoying the thriving nightlife of Cedar Grove. When she’s not working people can generally find Mal shopping, at a playground hiding up in the slide smoking a cigarette, or wandering the docks watching the birds fly missing being able to shift into a dragon and take wing. The new rules placed on all the Vale never sat right with her, and at times she chafes under the weight of it all. [/indent] [color=#7F525D][b][u]Likes:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Sweets [*]Snakes [*]Cigarettes [*]Impulsive Shopping [*]Mixing New Drinks [/list][/indent] [color=#7F525D][b][u]Dislikes:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Rules [*]Followers [*]Cats [*]Rain [*]Being Lectured [/list][/indent] [hr][hr] [center][img]https://45.media.tumblr.com/5d9fba631f1cddd72e1e2b6ae50b52b5/tumblr_nmfgqqBuot1tqs5qko1_500.gif[/img] [i]"Even if the truth is cruel, it’s crueler to hide it and lie."[/i][/center] [hr][hr] [/hider] [hider=Tarrant] [center][color=#657383][h1]Tarrant Draper[/h1][/color] [img]https://41.media.tumblr.com/1ecbdf1a68ae9afb8d99df7174dcf832/tumblr_o0qqdzFOdq1takd4ro1_500.jpg[/img] [h3][i]”Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.” [b]-Lewis Carroll[/b][/i][/h3][/center] [hr][hr] [color=#657383][b][u]Name:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Tarrant Draper[/indent] [color=#657383][b][u]Nicknames:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Most people call him [b]T[/b] on the account that few can actually pronouncing his given name.[/indent] [color=#657383][b][u]The Original Name:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]The Hatter[/indent] [color=#657383][b][u]Story of Origin:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Alice In Wonderland[/indent] [color=#657383][b][u]Age:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Appears 27, actually 350[/indent] [color=#657383][b][u]Gender:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Male[/indent] [color=#657383][b][u]Sexual Orientation:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Pansexual[/indent] [color=#657383][b][u]Magic:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]No, but can work with magical items to craft goods.[/indent] [color=#657383][b][u]Job/Position:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Works at a small boutique on the strip, owned by a sweet old lady he’s taking a liking too.[/indent] [color=#657383][b][u]Appearance:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Tarrant has traded his large hats and festive clothing for a more casual approach, often wearing jean jackets and strangely patterned shirts he’s created himself still gives him a unique look. His short cropped and curls hair is now dark brown and hangs down around his face to his shoulders; often it’s pulled back in a small bun to keep it out the way while he works. He once clean face now sports a rugged beard a slightly crooked nose, he broke it the first week of being in Cedar Grove. He often pairs his clothes with bright scarves and rings, all shapes and sizes, he has laugh lines etched into his face that only adds to the appeal of the ruggedly handsome man. [/indent] [hr][hr][center] [img]https://41.media.tumblr.com/f5fd0cdac1c9d5e5a4e0323f28271989/tumblr_mslf4z8Hot1ryv6z4o1_500.png[/img] [i]"You can always take more than nothin, ya know?"[/i][/center] [hr][hr] [color=#657383][b][u]Personality:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Attractive, Clever, Deceptive, Intense, Selfless. Tarrant is the guy you go to when you need help, he’s always willing to help out or try out some crazy new scheme. He’s the guy you go to when you need a laugh or someone to talk to; he goes out of the way to make friends out of strangers. It’s a rare sight to see Tarrant without a smile on his face, or surrounded by a group of friends laughing and having a good time. A Charming Troublemaker. Every now and then he creeps off by himself or throws himself into his work, a jack of all trades he’s worked several different jobs in Cedar Grove from working on the docks to helping out in Grimbly’s Hall. His fear of being alone has always pushed him to push his way into others life, sometimes to an extent that's possible borderline stalkerish. He hates being alone by anyone else’s volition. He has a childish side where he convinces others to contribute with him on pranks or surprising someone with a gift or a random date. [/indent] [color=#657383][b][u]Strengths:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Observant [*]Friendly [*]Charming [*]Level-Headed [/list][/indent] [color=#657383][b][u]Weaknesses:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Overly Independent [*]Overly Eager to Please [*]Zealous At Times [*]Eccentric [/list][/indent] [color=#657383][b][u]Mortal Weakness:[/u][/b][/color] Being Locked Away [color=#657383][b][u]Fears:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Solitude, not being able to connect and interact with people.[/indent] [hr][hr] [center][img]https://45.media.tumblr.com/0565a557f8de7fda308f92d82efa9711/tumblr_nkleo3UYru1sibekyo2_500.gif[/img] [i]"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"[/i][/center] [hr][hr] [color=#657383][b][u]History:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]While Tarrant misses the tea parties and the big hats, the Cheshire Cat, the craziness of Wonderland he’s finding himself to like their new home more and more. He even has Alice, not that he often talks to her, she’s so far away from him now. A jack-of-all-trades sort of guy, he’s held several different jobs since the Passage but hasn’t kept any of them for very long. But by doing such, Tarrant has been able to pick up on many new skills and interest. Always curious, he spends his time reading in the back of the shop. He meet her one day when he was wandering around aimlessly looking for something to catch his interest, she needed help crossing the street and offered him tea in return. He feels slightly nostalgic around her, reminiscing about when tea parties were a thing, the old woman is getting on in years and her fingers aren’t quite as nimble to work a sewing machine so he often helps out with creating her drawings and sketching while manning the store when she goes out on her rounds to visit her friends. He now lives in a small one apartment in one of the nicer complexes in town , tending a small flower garden in his window. Going home to take care of them is generally the only reason he’s there unless he’s sleeping. He spends most of his time out socializing with the townsfolk or getting involved in community projects, or out dreaming up some big scheme. [/indent] [color=#657383][b][u]Likes:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list] [*]Hats [*]Tea [*]Parties [*]Friends [*]Riddles [/list][/indent] [color=#657383][b][u]Dislikes:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list][*]Alcohol [*]Rude People [*]Playing Cards [*]Hand Outs [*]Rules [/list][/indent] [hr][hr] [center][img]https://40.media.tumblr.com/808ad9fbaadaaa5ad730bf46b3d51494/tumblr_nwkxbqSmXY1rrlmrio1_500.jpg[/img] [i]"Have I gone Mad?"[/i][/center] [hr][hr] [/hider] [/quote] [@HalfOfLancelot]