(Finally posting) Malyice’s backstory.
[Timeline: Backstory(here) - Inbetween events/discoveries - Present day(aka when they joined their party members]
⚠️CW/TW: Gore, didn’t bother to spellcheck, childhood trauma, neglect, self-hatred and hatred toward others, racial conflict, death, death of loved ones, accidental genocide, attempted murder, witches, burning etc..
Malyice POV:
“In short, before I was born my parents were both elves like me. My mother was a high elf and my father was a wood elf. There was a nearby village of just humans who absolutely hated magic. They thought it was the devils spawn or something. One day the human and elf villages broke into a nasty war. My father died in that war. My mother was held hostage at the humans village and died due to childbirth there. So that’s how I was born into a human village. I don’t know why the humans didn’t kill me. But they named me “Malyice” (pronounced Malice). They were scared of me developing any magic so I didn’t grow up like the other kids. I had no education or attention from anyone. I’m self taught in almost everything I know to this day. Years and years later a little witch in training named “Willow” and her mother came by to sell some things to the village. The humans still hated magic but let them come by as long as they didn’t use any magic while in the area. I ran into Willow when I was sitting on the roof one afternoon and we talked. Well, she talked I still didn’t know how to talk yet. I could understand her though. We eventually became friends. Her and her mother would pass by every few months or year-ish. As we got older Willow taught me how to read and write and all these other things. She was the only one who talked and cared about me. But over the course of my life I felt so many emotions. I wanted to hurt the humans for how they were treating me. I wanted to hurt their feelings too. But I couldn’t bring myself to do that. Those emotions built up so badly that they latched into my soul like a leach. Willow also taught me some magic in secret. See taught me fire magic, and how to turn anything into a little doll. She warned me to never use it on people and I agreed. That would be crazy right? I tried to fix my aching soul on my own in the woods one day. That was one of the worst mistakes I’ve ever done. I tried to rip the infected parts away from my soul and it backfired. I was physically and mentally torn to shreds very slowly, and painfully. It was agonizing pain that I wouldn’t wish on anyone. Maybe not even the humans. Maybe. I was tangled in my own emotions, that became literal as chains burst through my inners, ripping me to little fleshy chunks. But, somehow, my soul was pieced back together. The other fragments were no longer corrupting my soul like a parasite, but instead they were apart of my own. Filling in the new holes in my heart. Everything hurt and all I could hear was whispers and the ringing of my ears. Which was more like static if you ask me. Eventually Willow found me on the ground and writhing in pain. In a pool of my own tears and blood. Willow picked me up and ran back to my village hoping to find a doctor or anyone with the knowledge to try and help me.
But. When she arrived, everyone saw my corrupted body and blamed Willow for what happened. They thought she used magic on me or convinced me to use it. I fell weakly and harshly out of her arms as the humans snatched her by the wrist. They tied her up on a pile of wood and paper. They thought it would be appropriate, and hilarious to burn her like they would any other witch. The match was lit and all I could see and feel was the burning heat against my punctured and newly patterned skin. I felt hardly awake but it was mortifying to see this happen. I wanted to save her but I didn’t know what to do. Without thinking I casted firebolts all around the humans in a panic. Some hit houses, some hit civilians, and some hit carts of dynamite. A chain appeared which untied Willow and she fell to the ground, unmoving. I crawled over to her to check on her. She was unconscious, but alive. Not for long. I could tell she only had a few seconds of life remaining. We promised we’d travel the world together someday. This couldn’t happen it just couldn’t. I could hardly see her burnt-up face through my fountain of tears. This is when I realized; I loved her. I loved her so much. I watched her face as her life faded infront of my eyes. 3.. 2…..pause. I felt the newly created fabric in my hands. Without thinking I had turned my best and only friend into a doll. I couldn’t let her die I just couldn’t. Doll in hand, I managed to just barely escape the burning village. I watched everything I had ever known, and despised, burn before my eyes. And it was all my fault. If I hadn’t gotten all caught up in my emotions, Willow wouldn’t be a doll and I’d still have an old rug to sleep upon. I tried to take control of something I couldn’t and I lost who I loved most. Or did I? To this day I have no idea if this doll had any sense of consciousness. Or maybe it’s just stuffing and fabric. The only sound in my ears was the crinkling of flames and the static in my skull which would forever cling to my messy, fleshy form.
At least, that’s what I would have told you if I was strong enough.”
