մղժҽɾƖɑղժ (sҽʍí-ɑժѵɑղϲҽժ) discussion

“Oh dear.”

❦ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ❦

➳ ꜰᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ - Malory Amelie-Marie Herbaut
- Malory, French, “Unfortunate, Ill-Fated”
- Amelie, Old German, “Industrious”, Marie, Latin, “Star of the Sea”
- Herbaut, French, “Bold”
➳ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ/ꜱ - Mal, Lory, Mal-Mal, Baby brother, Hatter, Malla, Mallerpop, Dusty Chinchilla Boy

“Look, I’m trying to help you. Its not my fault that you won’t listen.”

➳ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ - Male
➳ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ - He/Him/A/Menace
➳ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ - Bisexual Demiromantic
➳ ᴀɢᴇ - 23
➳ ᴅ.ᴏ.ʙ. - December 22nd
➳ ᴘ. ᴏ. ʙ. - Bordeaux, France
➳ ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ - Capricorn
➳ ᴄᴜꜱᴘ - the Cusp of Prophecy
➳ ʙɪʀᴛʜꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ - Tazanite
➳ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ - Earth
➳ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅᴛʏᴘᴇ - AB+

“Sweet rot.”

❦ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ❦
Malory’s description can be described as human, but there’s something... off. He has high cheekbones and naturally tan skin, but the color is a bit drained due to his lack of outside activity. He has messy dark hair that could be quite curly if he took care of it. He also has Marie Antoinette Syndrome, so there are streaks of white amongst the brown waves. His eyes are piercing and emerald green, and his stare is unshakable. He’s well-built, due to the years of professional dancing and the daily exercise. His eyebrows are dark and arched, and his lips are slightly pouty and a bit pink. He has bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep, and his hands are slender and always covered in bandages.




➳ ꜰᴄ - Johnny Depp
➳ ʜᴀɪʀ - Deep brown, with white streaks.
➳ ᴇʏᴇꜱ - Emerald Green.
➳ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ - Lean muscle, slightly thicker hips. Well built thighs and nice legs. Oh, and nice hands and shoulders. A ballerinas build.
➳ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ - 6’4
➳ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ - 178 lbs. (he doesn’t remember to feed himself)
➳ ᴠᴄ: - Michael Bublé (Singing)
➳ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ - Dark Academia, but otherwise moveable things.
➳ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅ - Left.
➳ ꜱʜᴏᴇ ꜱɪᴢᴇ - 11 1/2
➳ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ/ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ - Many scars.

“I’m quite tired. So if you could please give me a moment of solace, that would be great.”

❦ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ❦

➳ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ - Malory seems to have no time for other people. Nor does he have time for himself from the bags under his eyes, but anyways. He’s professional and quick-witted, always making snappy comments when he isn’t ignoring you. However, he’s an amazing dance teacher. He seems to be able to bring out things in people that they never knew they had. His grace has yet to be replicated. He moves like oil, like ice. When he dances it’s like he’s not even on the same earthly plane.
When you get to know Mal, he seems to look out for you more than others. He’ll say he doesn’t care, and he’s a bit meaner to you than others, but that’s because he’s guarded. He hides his emotions from other people to not get hurt. In reality he’s a huge softie who likes cheesecake and pastries. But when you’re friends with Malory, he seems comforted by your presence. He can practice and work better with a trusted friend by his side. He’ll look out for you and make sure you’ve taken care of yourself even if he brushes off his own well-being. He cares about you, even if he takes every excuse in the world to deny it.
➳ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ - Hard-Working, Respectful, Patient (Sometimes)
➳ ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ - Short-Tempered, Snappy, Guarded.
➳ ꜱᴛᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ - Pffft-
➳ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ - Ballet (Its the only thing that makes him feel at peace), Working on hats, Pastries, tEA
➳ ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ - Sleeping (he has nightmares), Reminders of his past, most everyone.
➳ ᴘᴇᴛ ᴘᴇᴇᴠᴇꜱ - Being interrupted.
➳ ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ - Having no one left. Just... being completely alone.
➳ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜꜱ - It takes a lot for him to crack.
➳ ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ - On the other hand, he bottles everything up. He’ll bottle it up for so long that the smallest thing can make him shatter. He once sobbed on the kitchen floor when he spilled his tea because he’d been struggling with his mental health for so long.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.”

❦ ꜱᴛᴀᴛɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ❦

ᴏɴ ᴀ ꜱᴄᴀʟᴇ ᴏꜰ 1-10, ʜᴏᴡ-
➳ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ - 7
➳ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ - 4
➳ ʙᴏʟᴅ - 8
➳ ʜᴇʟᴘꜰᴜʟ - 5
➳ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴀɴᴛ - 2
➳ ꜱᴛᴀʙʟᴇ (ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ) - 1
➳ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ - 6
➳ ʀᴜᴅᴇ - 9
➳ ꜱᴇʟꜰɪꜱʜ - 4
➳ ꜱɴᴇᴀᴋʏ - 7

“I won’t ever let you see me weakened. Ever.”

ᴏɴ ᴀ ꜱᴄᴀʟᴇ ᴏꜰ 1-100, ʜᴏᴡ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ-
➳ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ - 85/100
➳ ᴀᴄᴄᴜʀᴀᴄʏ/ᴀɪᴍ - 90/100
➳ ꜱᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ - 80/100
➳ ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴅ - 95/100
➳ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ - 100/100
➳ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇxᴇꜱ - 65/100
➳ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴꜱᴇ - 75/100
➳ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ- 100/100

“And you said you were smart.”

➳ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴇꜱ: Human
➳ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ: His cane.
➳ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ: None.

“I’m finding it incredibly hard to listen to you with a straight face.”

❦ ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ ❦

01 • Sunrise, Sunset • Fiddler On The Roof (Fun fact: this was the first song he ever learned to sing.)
02 • Feeling Good • Michael Bublé
03 • I Wanna Be Yours • Arctic Monkeys
04 • Closer • Kings of Leon
05 • Gnossienne No. 1 • Erik Satie

“Oh, listen to yourself.”

❦ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ❦

➳ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - Marie Herbaut
➳ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡ/ ᴍᴏᴍ - They were incredibly close. Her spirit seems to follow him, even after all these years.
➳ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ - Alexandre Herbaut
➳ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡ/ ᴅᴀᴅ - Also very close. He was the type to pat his son on the back and kiss a wound better.
➳ ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢ(ꜱ) - Everest and Claude Herbaut
➳ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡ/ ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢ(ꜱ) - Strained. They haven’t spoken in years.
➳ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ(ꜱ) - TBD
➳ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡ/ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ(ꜱ) - TBD
➳ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ - TBD
➳ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡ/ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ - TBD
➳ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴏʀ ꜱ/ᴏ - TBD
➳ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡ/ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴏʀ ꜱ/ᴏ - TBD

“Fuck off.”

❦ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇꜱ (ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ) ❦

➳ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ - Pastries, they remind him of home.
➳ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ - Green.
➳ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ - Ravens.
➳ ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ/ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ - Autumn.
➳ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ - the Phantom of the Opera.
➳ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ - Literature.
➳ ʙʀᴀɴᴅ - None.
➳ ʜᴏʙʙʏ - Making hats.
➳ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ - 47. It’s how old his mother would be if she’d lived.
➳ ᴛᴠ ꜱʜᴏᴡ - Gotham.
➳ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ - Air.
➳ ꜱᴘᴏʀᴛ - None.
➳ ʙᴏᴏᴋ - The Picture of Dorian Gray.
➳ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ - Tea.
➳ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛ - Daisies.
➳ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ - At a bookstore, or anywhere alone.

“Bleeding hearts of the world unite.”

❦ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ❦

➳ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ - Malory was five years old when his parents were murdered in their own home. He’d ran upstairs and hid under his bed for seven hours before he finally went downstairs to find his house ransacked and his parents lying cold and dead on the floor. His brothers weren’t at home, and for all he knows, they never returned. He roamed the towns of France for around two years, committing petty crimes like theft and pickpocketing to stay alive. He was eventually taken in by an orphanage, where he was picked on for his white hair. A kind worker at the orphanage noticed his estrangement from the rest of the orphans. His constant struggle to keep up. So she took him under her wing and began teaching him how to dance. In all sorts of ways. But what really stuck with him was ballet. It made him free. It made him feel like nothing had ever happened to him, and that Maman and Papa were just waiting for his performance.
When Malory was fourteen, he got back into doing bad things. Nothing too heinous, I assure you, but just mischievous little tricks to feel a small rush. But once, he got karma. One day, four bigger boys decided to get some payback. They were wealthy, merchants sons. One of them stole their Father’s golden cane in the night and found Mal wandering alone. They ambushed him and beat him repeatedly with it, shattering his right leg in multiple places. The wound never quite healed. So now he walks with a limp, and has his own weighted cane.

“Go now. I have things to do.”