Mallory Willows [A]

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Name: Mallory Gabrielle Willows

Nickname(optional): Mal (pronounced 'mahl') or Gabi (a nickname from her middle name.)

Age: 15

Gender: Female (last I checked, Mallory was a girl's name....)

Species: Human

Position: Good

Powers: Telepathy: While it is not her strongsuit, Mallory can communicate this way with others so long as they are in the same world as she is. (If there is text from Mallory that appears like this, that means that she is using her telepathy.)

Weapon: A disc-blade. A disc-blade is a frisbee with sharpened edges on all sides. A ribbon of very, VERY tough material is wrapped around an area for easy reach of the owner. Mallory's disc-blade happens to be gray with a black stripe running around the middle of the blade. The ribbon is black with a white wing charm tied.

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Appearance: Mallory's hair is short, dark, and thick, often sticking up at random times, especially when she is startled or embarrassed. Her eyes only appear purple because she wears contacts (she's near-sighted. When she was little, she stared at the sun for quite sometime...) Her real eye color is hazel. She always wears her hair clipped up, and doesn't like to let it down (not that it would go very far down, seeing as though its so short). She prefers to wear her hoodie than just a shirt, although in the summer she does occasionally roll up her sleeves. Underneath, she wears either a grey or white shirt. A small logo of a cross with wings on both sides located on the breastbone part of the hoodie. She wears black, ripped jeans, with an angel charm tied onto the belt loop. Her feet are guarded from the ground with black and white sneakers.

Personality: Mal, despite what you may think from her clothes, is actually a very cheerful and bright individual (the clothes are hand-me-downs from her big sister, Enya...). She's very tomboyish and highly inquisitive. If Mal has a question, she won't rest until it has been answered, though she sometimes finds these answers in underhanded ways. She is very empathetic and easily understands how others feel a certain way, and is often very tolerant. But as empathetic as the girl is, she isn't one to be overemotional. If she knows that there is no way to save her friend, or that the risk of others being hurt is high, she will abandon said comrade and move on, being more concerned for the whole of the group rather than each individual. In that way, Mallory can appear cold, but that side of her will only show in dire situations. Otherwise, the girl is warm and inviting, and is always open to making new friends.

History/Background: Mallory was born into a family with an alchoholic (and psychic) mother and a telepathic father, as well as a psychic child prodigy for an older sister, Enya, who was 4 at the time. Her mother and father divorced soon after her birth, and she grew up knowing only her father, until he re-married. Mal was only 2. Her new stepmother was more loving to her than her mother had ever been to her, and Mal thought that this woman was her mother. When she turned ten, she wondered why she didn't look like either of her parents. Her father said she had her grandmother's looks. She knew he was lying, so Mal searched to no end to find the truth. One day she found a file in her dad's desk; It was a divorce file. Mal was confused, she thought 'Mom' and Dad had loved each other. She checked the date, and saw that it took place 3 days after she was born. She didn't really respond to it at all, she just wanted the answer, and she got it. She was satisfied. One day, Enya was attacked when coming home from school. Her father and step-mother (who was also a psychic) became quite concerned and started teaching both of them all they knew. Enya, already realizing her powers, took to it like a fish to water. Mal didn't. She requested physical training from someone else, and her parents reluctantly agreed. Now, she has mastered the disc-blade, and is still working on her psychic powers.

Role Playing Sample: The breeze blew softly over Mallory's face and toyed with her hair. The shade of the tree had some light patches that speckled her face and hair. A rustle behind the tree held warning of an approaching presence. Mallory lifted her head off the ground and looked around. No one in sight...

"Umm, hello?", someone said behind her.

"Eeep!", Mallory squealed, making her hair stand on end.

She turned around quickly and punched the stranger in the gut out of reflex, keeping her eyes shut in fear the whole time. She heard a reassuring 'thud' on the ground and gingerly opened her eyes. She was shocked and panicked when she saw that she had knocked out a young man around her age.

"Ack!", She squealed again.