Mallory Foxen

Mallory has wild, curly hair that she tends to just let do its own thing — unless she has to tie it out of the way of her face — and dark brown eyes.  Most of the time, she wears a bored expression on her face. Both of her parents are Onneno, despite the fact that she wasn’t born in [cliff city], gifting her with chestnut-dark skin.  She stands at four-foot-nine-inches tall, generally making her an unintimidating force, and has a petite body type.

## Bear Information

A female grizzly bear named Pine.  She acquired the bear after she started living on the streets, when Pine had noticed how she had enough gall to live the harsh life she did on the streets.  She began to see herself as a bit of a mother figure for Mallory, and decided to stay with her to take care of and help protect her.

## Attire

Anything she can get her hands on, with no thought to if it matches with clothes she already has or even if it’s comfortable.

## Personality

Mallory is angry and hurt.  She’s quiet and tends to keep to herself, but she’s not shy or reserved in the least.  While she’s a young woman of few words — especially around people that she doesn’t know too well — she has a short temper that causes her to snap and lash out if she gets angry; which, incidentally, happens a lot.  She lives an emotional life and gets flustered easily, and also develops crushes on nearly every person she passes by, causing her to be broken-hearted often. She’d be able to hold a grudge for the rest of her life — rest assured, she is — and never forgets a trespass.  Mallory gets attached to pretty things easily, and hates to part from them. Pretty things are her kryptonite, as she will want to salvage them and keep them to herself, never letting anyone else touch them. She’s built up walls around herself and does her best to make it hard for others to get close to her, but usually fails.  If someone gives her something that she deems pretty, for example, then they’re instantly closer to her. Mallory is cold and harsh, but once someone gets close to her she proves to be soft and a bit loving — not necessarily in a romantic way, though, as she is more than happy to spend her days lazing around with her friends for no other reason than she thought they needed her support.  Despite her age, she has been through things that many adults haven’t and is determined not to let it affect her, even though it clearly has. There are times when she wonders if she’s gotten a case of PTSD, but she throws those worries to the wayside and continues working on her own goals. She often can’t stand to be touched, and will only allow for a few people to do so (and that’s only when they grow suitably close to her), but she hates this quality and often tries to fight it.  However, to bypass this trait of hers, all one needs is to ask and gain her approval beforehand. She tries her best to hide as much of her old self as possible (teasing, reckless, mean older sister that terrorized her little brother, curious), and while she usually succeeds there are times when old parts of her slip out. When she gets angry she can become reckless, and when she gets close to a cat she can become teasing and slip back into her older sister persona. During these times, she will hide away from the person that saw that side of her for the rest of the day; or month, it depends.  One thing that she’s not ashamed of, or bothers to change, is how curious she is. While she won’t ask questions, she’s willing to put herself in danger to find something out, and doesn’t care much about the consequences she might receive after.

## History

Mallory had a good early childhood, raised by a single mother and tormenting her little brother, Micheal, as often as she could.  Her mother seemed a bit depressed at times, but it was nothing that a quick hot chocolate or a story from school couldn’t fix. Everything came tumbling down around her when her brother was kidnapped, and later found dead, when the family took a trip to Faycoast.  As their mother had put Mallory in charge of watching him for the few minutes in which he had been taken, she blamed her daughter when he had been found dead. She turned from occasionally sad to manic depressive and abusive, screaming and shouting at her on her better days and beating her on her worst.  Mallory dealt with the lifestyle until she was eleven, when she ran away from home and began living on the streets.