Post by Malorie Cohen on Dec 21, 2009 11:02:19 GMT -7
† Malorie - Earle - Cohen †
†Mal†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Malorie Earle Cohen-Leighton
Nicknames: Mal
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf
Age: 34
Age they appear: Early Thirties
Orientation: Pansexual
Health Problems: Has a missing right eye, which is often covered with an eyepatch.
† Personality †
Basic Personality:
Malorie is a nihilist with a terribly morose sense of humor. Though she often comes off as antisocial, she actually loves being with others...if only to validate her world views, because it amuses her. She believes that existence only moves on with the misfortune of others. Malorie is an instigator, she does not do anything herself, but loves egging others on. Though she always looks disapproving, she loves to agree with others, especially when other people have the worst possible plans ever. She loves to watch other people fail, especially if it brings on the worst possible consequences, ruining someone's life. She doesn't mind causing the degeneration of others, hell for her its funny. And why not? She had to fall herself. Its only fair that everyone else does eventually too...its the way of nature, this is how our modern world works, who cares if she gets them there sooner?
However terrible, Malorie does have an almost romantic notion of life, or at least, for her, what's left of it. She's a day dreamer, and does any odd thing to clear her mind of the cloud of depression that hangs over her like a wet blanket. She's an escapist, drugs, alcohol, sex and music...she's taken in all the vices to keep her mind occupied. On occasion, when feeling particularly sentimental, she'll even open herself up to be a listening ear to those who seem to have a hard luck story worse than her own. At least if someone is worse off than her...it makes her feel a bit better.
She's almost incredibly playful. She loves to play games. Riddle contests, mind games, board games, anything really...everything is a game to her, even life. Which sometimes flits a slight smirk on her normally dour face. Malorie is terribly flippant, she doesn't get worked up over anything, and hardly gets surprised when things go to pot. In fact she seems pleased when they do. She is not happy, nor is she depressed. She just...is.
Likes:
† Tattoos.
† Cigarettes.
† Piercings.
† People.
† Games.
Hates:
† Herself.
† Most everything else.
† Being alone.
† People.
† Losing.
Talents:
† Is an avid multi-tasker.
† Extremely polite and well trained in ettiquitte.
† Cool headed, deals easily with crisis situations.
† Knows...-way- too much about law.
† Can and will drink you under the table.
Habits:
† Chain Smoker.
† Bites her lip when nervous.
† Rolls her eyes a lot.
† Has a light southern drawl.
† Clucks her tongue when she's thinking.
Secrets:
† Was a wild-child as a young woman.
† Appearance †
Skin Color: Olive
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Build: Tall and slim, but nearly to the point where it doesn't seem healthy.
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: Several piecings in her ears, and a pair of 'snake bites' on her lips, at least the hint of holes there. A paisley mark on both shoulders in the front, and a star between her chest. A lotus flower on her hip. All of these are covered at all times.
Wolf Appearance:
Malorie's werewolf form manifests as charcoal colored female timber wolf with a dry and flaky pelt. Her body is leggy with large paws and overgrown claws, she's emaciated, somehow much worse so than when she's human, with her joints and ribs showing, her face is gaunt and her right eye is a dull gold.
Appearance:
A tall woman in relatively bad shape, with a slender sickly build and a penchant for dark clothes, the starker the better. Her skin is ashen, with sunken features that tend to look rather and her bobbed hair is a straight black. Her face is pretty in a forgettable way, if not a bit tom boyish, with a heart shaped face and a small pointed nose. The most noticeable thing to note is Malorie's right eye is nothing but a socket, which she covers with an eyepatch. Her remaining eyesight is poor, and she has to wear thick glasses to make up for it.
When it comes to clothes she's strict, sharp and well pressed. Sweater vests, button up blouses and khaki pants, she likes greys, black, white and red.
† History †
History:
Malorie Cohen was born Malorie Leighton, and generally had what one would call a fairly typical young life. She was raised by her parents in a middle class suburban environment in Savannah, Georgia. Things were normal, if not pleasant for her as a young girl.
She was intelligent, but not nerdy, and somewhat popular, she got through school successful, and managed to get all sort of scholarships both form her studies and her extra curricular activities. After high school graduation she moved on to the University of Chicago, where she studied criminal justice, and psychology.
Her undergrad years were equally comfortable and uneventful, sure there were some stresses during mid terms and finals, eventually she got through that too. It wasn't until Graduate school that things started getting interesting for Malorie.
After getting her B.A. In criminal justice, she followed up by getting Psychology master's degree at the University of Alberta. But the while she did very well there, she found something much more interesting then a higher education. It was in her masters program she met Edward Leighton, a man she would later call her husband. The two met in in class, and found themselves studying and spending most of their time together. They had a lot of interests in common, books, movies, and music, and soon the two were inseparable.
When Malorie got out of school, they were already married where they moved to London following jobs. Where she got a job as a social worker, advocating for those who were not of sound mind, or just in a bad situation. All she ever wanted to do in her life was help people and while at first she liked her job and felt that she was doing a good deed, it quickly started wearing on her, as more and more situations that fell apart, or got nasty. She was a sensitive soul and not used to such darkness of those who had hit ground bottom, and it wore on her.
It was Edward that helped her though those days that were so tough, he was her rock and her source of happiness. She was so happy to spend the rest of her life with him. But thats when things started to get bad. After they had been married for about a year or so, Malorie's husband's health started failing, by the time they caught the cancer, it had already made its way though. By the time of their two year anniversary Edward was already in the ground.
Edward's death shattered Malorie, who continued to go about life like nothing worse could happen, but she was terribly wrong and didn't even know how wrong she was. She began drinking, which started leaving her unable to work, and one day, when driving home from the bars, she went careening into the the a meridian on the highway...the damage to herself and her car was so expansive that she was held up in the hospital for weeks in the process losing her right eye...not to mention her license.
After paying her debt to society and going into AA, Malorie was once again, a useful member of society, resuming her position as an advocate for those who were somehow worse off than herself. But now, she found herself dead and rotted inside. But still she tried to carry herself as a good person...even though she used that term loosely. But she carried herself with a surprisingly good humor. Albeit, a gallows humor...that was dark as night.
After all, how could things get worse?
And it seemed some greater power seemed hell bent to affirm to Malorie that things can and would get worse. Which it did. It was dead of winter at night and Malorie had to walk home, and when walking past the city park, she noticed something that looked like a St.Bernard limping in the snow, in a moment of weakness, she went to go check on the poor animal. It took an instant before the St Bernard, actually a werewolf, latched himself to her throat, and began tearing her apart. Malorie wasn't certain what was happening, but she was nearly sure she felt herself die...she grew cold and still...at least she assumed this was what death was like.
But she was surprisingly conscious, she couldn't help but smirk internally at the sound of her assailant scramble over his actions, as though he didn't mean to kill her, whining, then running off into the night. It was funny, all of this happened by accident. And yet, here she was. It was the shock of life though that really caught her off guard, the feeling of her organs somehow, somewhat stirring to life...it was like her entire body was on fire...but cold.
She was in the hospital for weeks, life was touch and go, she had been sickly, but the doctors said that it was just part of the infection she had gotten from the animal bites. Of course, they had only thought it was some sort of staph infection, they had no idea how bad things really were going to get. By the time Malorie was released from the hospital, the full moon had risen.
Sufficient to say: Malorie survived her first change, though the damage was more mental than physical, it took hours for the shock to wear off before she could make sense of what happened. It took even longer for Malorie to quit laughing, the sheer absurdity of the situation wasn't lost on her, in fact the entire year was nothing more than a big joke now, well at least in retrospect. She was reborn as a horrible monster, and what the hell, she doesn't give a damn anymore.
Mother/Father: Denise Leighton [Mother], Earle Leighton [Father]
Siblings: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Husband: Edward Cohen [Deceased]
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