Malorie / Civilian

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MALORIE
HIGH CONCEPT

AGGRESSIVE STRUGGLING BROODER

It's not easy staying out of it. It's a lot of swallowing your pride and holding back opinions. But to MALORIE it's better than all the drama, all of the *involvement*. She struggles daily with this; along with a hard love for whiskey like her father, which ends with lots of bottled feelings that come leaking out in bouts of violence towards the people she cares about most. These problems make it hard for her to keep a job, and she recently dropped out of college.

TROUBLE

DRINKING JUST LIKE DADDY.

Mal's dad was always a drinker. He drank hard and long, and it chased off everyone in his life besides his daughter, who's mother had left them both when her father's problem began. She grew up with that bottle close by, and as she got older the bottle became part of her life as well. She partied high school away, but sobered up when her dad went into the hospital during college. Things were looking good for Mal, off the bottle and focused on life, she looked like she was going places.

Then her father died. It shouldn't have been a bad thing, he had never been a good father, but he was all the family she had. In her sorrow the bottle called, and she came crawling back to it's amber embrace. She dropped out of college(flunked out more like) and drowned herself in whatever alcohol she could get her hands on. She's been in and out of jobs since then, and barely manages to scrape money together at the end of each month for mortgage, but only after she's made sure she has her booze. Booze that makes her nasty, mean and bitter, and when the moment arrises, violent.
 

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ANYTHING ELSE?

FULL NAME: Malorie Kelly Klimp

BIRTHDAY AND AGE: July 14th, 1991 making her 25 years old

GENDER AND ORIENTATION: Female and Pansexual

FAMILY AND POSSESSIONS: She has no family, though she assumes her mom is alive- of course she hasn't talked to her in years, but she feels like she'd know if she had died. Her father died when she was 22, he left her nothing except his shitty run down two bedroom house. She hasn't been in his room since he died. She owns a 1990 geo metro, and it is puke green.

LOOKS: She is tall for a girl, topping off at 6' 1", and built like a beanpole. She has freckles all over her body, and sandy brown hair that comes down to her shoulders and shaved on the left side; she usually had it pulled into a ponytail that sits noticeably to the right side of her head. She tends to look pissed off, but that's probably the consistent hangover. She is tan, but not too tan, and has 3 tattoos. One on her left inner arm of a big eye inside a triangle with watercolor style paint splatter behind the lines, another on her left bicep of the triquetra in green ink, and shaky, homedone letters on her right knuckles that says 'WELP'. She has her septum pierced and her ears gauged to about a 0.

DREAMS: To become a well-known sculptor and go back to finish college

FEARS: Ending up just like dad, the dark and strange noises at night

PET PEEVES: gum-smacking, being asked the same thing twice, being told no, close minded people, little kids

HOBBIES: sclupting, meditation, jokes, beer pong

QUIRKS: she picks at her scabs and never lets them heal, she twirls her hair when she's nervous or bored, when she is angry she's likely to punch a wall, and she has some mean road rage.

FAVORITE
food: pizza with no sauce, chicken and green peppers
drink: whiskey and coke
dessert: nothing, she hates sweet s**t
color: grass green
season: fall
holiday: st. patricks day
bands: band of horses, the clash, xxyyxx
animal: snake  

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TRAITS

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Alcoholic

Since she was 18, Malorie has had a drinking problem. She has been clean once, but once her father died, she fell in deep. She hates herself for it, but that self-hate only makes her drink more. She says one day she's gunna get clean but now just isn't the time.

Violent

A mixture of pent up anger from years of shitty parenting and all the alcohol she consumed has created a dangerous violent beast in Mal. She gets very defensive and isn't afraid to be up in your face, poke you in the chest and egg you on. And when she can't fight a person, she is probably punching walls or lamp posts or bathroom stalls, whatever her fist can find. And the more she drinks the angrier she is.

Broken

There is just a part of Malorie that doesn't work any more. Somewhere in all the years of s**t, a small important part of her died. She can laugh, she can love and feel, but not like other people. She can't go as deep, and definitely cannot trust people. She'd rather drink her problems away than confront them.

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Drama-free

Mal doesn't gossip, she doesn't partake in he said, she said s**t and she most definitely doesn't talk s**t, at least behind peoples backs. She tries hard to just stay out of s**t(when she's sober enough) and let other people deal with their problems with out her. This is both a strength and a flaw, because sometimes it makes her seem especially uncaring.

Protective

If Mal cares about you, she will go to great lengths to make sure you are okay. She may be a drunk who doesn't trust most people, but the few people she does care for can always be assured that Mal is on their side and she is more than willing to hide a body or kick some a** for her loved ones(few to none that they are).

Brave

It may not be the realest of bravery, and mostly whiskey powered at this point, but deep down Malorie is a brave woman. If someone could ask her dad back on a good day before he died, he could tell you how she used to scale the fence beside their house and climb on the roof without a moments hesitation. How she never feared strangers or dogs or anything the first time she saw it. How brave a little girl she was. For now she's still brave but it's more like reckless bravery, like she doesn't care what happens so she goes all out.