Malice Firesday
Adventurer, Ala Mhigan, Bard, Gladiator, Hostess
What you see:
A tall, dark, and handsome drink of water under the Ul'dahn sun.
What you've heard:
A down-and-out ex-pitfighter who currently entertains to make a living.
OOC:
Socials and links to more art of Mally!
Appearance
Malice "Mally" Firesday stands at six and a half fulms(feet) tall.
A wide-stanced woman of Ala Mhigan descent with accompanying sun-blessed skin of caramel-chocolate hues.Sat atop her crown is a golden-fleeced mane of blonde hair, most-often tied back in a loose half-pony, or in full/partial cornrows.
Attire-wise, when not on a job and in uniform, she prefers a mix and match combination of form-fitting casual-wear and loose, free-spirited outerwear. With a clear preference for the color black, with gold, white, or red accents to her outfits.
Betraying her past line of work is a frame of worked and up-kept muscle. A fit and chiseled frame that Malice carries with confidence in the swagger of her gait and the comfort she shows in her sometimes somewhat skin-bearing wardrobe.
Besides an often-times infectious grin or reserved smile, her profile wears a worn scar across her right eye, just shy of a tattoo across her cheek in black ink displaying a bird of prey.
Some backstory
Born in the great city-state of Ala Mhigo within Gyr Abania, Malice spent some few years a child in her homeland before Garlemald opted to strike that chord from her life.
Developing as an impressionable young woman in the now occupied territory under the Garlean Empire Malice was running on fumes for sustenance and goodwill for a roof over her head, what little family that had survived the initial fighting and subsequent occupation had little resources or succor to offer.
Finding this to be no way of life, Malice opted to join the building Resistance, but with their best of intents and against her wishes, she was swept away as a refugee to the neighboring lands.
Now separated from any blood-kin, and even from any friends or faces she recognized, she found her meandering tribe of refugees had come upon the gates to the Jewel of the Desert in Thanalan.
Like many of her hopeful, aspiring, and desperate peers had and will do-so, she threw in her lot with the city of Ul'dah, struggling to make a life for herself in the streets and slums of what was said to be the most prosperous city in all of Eorzea.
Drawn to the sounds of drunken cheering, the clashing of steel and iron, the unmistakably otherworldly sound of thrown, raining coins, Malice soon found herself signing her body and health away to the bloodsands, the foremost coliseum of gladiatorial combat within the city.
She'd never been one to shy from physical labor, and had already been a practiced hand with a blade, so with short-reform Malice had taken to her new life as a fighter of blood sport with ease, the lifestyle further shaping her body and person into who she is today.
A gladiator's life is not often built to last, as such, Malice found herself heavily wounded from one intense bout, and with poor forethought towards her future and life, quickly found herself without funds and resources. Much of her earnings spent on a leisured lifestyle of men, women, drinks, and everything in-between.
With debts to her patrons and chirurgeons soon piling high, the distraught, and not too bright Ala Mhigan took to what lifelines she could find...
Today, she finds herself performing for the umpteenth time in the last hour, a vibrant and colorful, frilly dress or skirt just barely keeping her decent, hugging her frame almost too close for comfort, an obnoxious array of hats, ribbons, and accessories becoming a multi-color-faceted blur as her playing reaches a brief lull in it's melody. Malice now spends her working hours as a bard/musician/hostess/entertainer to the rich and entitled, occasionally freelancing for the Golden Saucer.
She misses the blood, grit, and adrenaline of the fighting pits, but this line of work keeps her fed(if barely) and provides her with a small apartment to herself. She can't say she enjoys catering to much of her customers and patrons, but she did build a surprising love for performing and playing music. If only she could burn this wardrobe of white, pinks, pastels, and glitter. But it's a cruel twist of fate that her clientele seem to enjoy seeing too much of a woman shoved into too little of a glamorous petite dress made of cotton candy and dreams.
Despite her crippling debt, her habits have grown tame, but are still very-much inclined towards enjoying her days and nights off tucked into good drink, warm food, and even warmer company.
Links! And OOC!
Discord: Mally#1605
Twitter: @MallyofEorzea
Ingame: Malice Firesday {Mateus}
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