[Ordo-Fabula] The Ugly Duckling - Mal

*brushes with the deadline like a pro*
Ahhh I actually have many other ideas for a looot of other fairy tales, but when I saw that The Ugly Duckling is still unclaimed I jUST cAN'T

The Ugly Duckling holds a special place in my heart. Many people come up with theories that the story was about racism, or the value of appearance, or even a coming of age story. But to me, The Ugly Duckling is about insecurity. The poor duckling was unable to see who he truly is, easily accepting what people said about him as the truth. He thought of himself as ugly, letting other people define himself. If he didn't let what people said gets through his head, we might get a different tale to hear. I don't know... I just like to think about it that way. But in the end the story I came up for Mal is more about bad decisions and pessimism hahaha//shot

     

Name: Mallory “Mal” Antonius

Title: The Ugly Duckling        

Fairy Tale: The Ugly Duckling

Origin: Fabula

Home: He wandered from place to place, staying for a while in places near bodies of water or ones with beautiful sceneries

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Height: 167 cm

Weight: 55 Kg

Species: Unknown. He's still trying to find out.

Team: N/A

Occupation: He does odd jobs all around, waiting for requests or searching for one himself.

Skills: 

+ Very fast and could jump really high, although that is quite useless since he can fly

+ Pretty much most physical activities that does not require brute strength.

+ Observation skills.

Weaknesses:

+ Very pessimistic and tends to pity himself

+ He is not very grateful or appreciative

+ Don’t believe people easily, if at all

+ Not very strong, would be very weak if not for his athletic skills

 Abilities:        

+ He can fly, way higher and way faster than his siblings and even his mother due to his big wings.

+ He is very observant, being able to notice even the smallest change in other people or his surroundings. However, due to his cynical personality, he usually came to a pessimistic conclusion when analysing someone.

Weapon: He used his wings to fight. He can use it directly or he can pluck some of the feathers off and using it as small knives. It’s painful for him to get the feathers though, so he sometimes uses literal knives.

Seraph: N/A

Book: N/A

Likes: Beautiful things, sky, lakes, flying, enjoying the scenery

Dislikes: Himself, insults and being laughed at, loud noises

Personality:  

Mal is a quiet boy with a lack of trust in society and other people. He frequently thought of himself as unneeded and unwanted. He doesn’t like talking, as he was scared that he will say something wrong and be laughed at. Most of the time, Mal is very pessimistic, thinking that no one would ever love him and that whatever he does would be useless Because of his lack of words though, Mal has a tendency of observing people, causing him to be more aware and understanding of other people’s feelings than most. He is very attentive when it comes to their behavior too, but he usually overanalyze them, causing his pessimism to take over and made him think that everyone hates him. Mal constantly wishes to die, but never tried to kill himself because he still hoped that his life would somehow magically changes for the better. A part of him feels ashamed of that idealistic hope, so he convinces himself that the real reason he still lives was because he was scared of death. Mal’s life was, in all honesty, not as bad as he thought, but because of how cynical he is, he tends to see everything in grey, thus unable to truly appreciate the joyful things in life. Despite Mal’s negativity, he is not a coward at all, and is brave enough to fight or even protect if needed. He wouldn’t, however, stand for himself, as he thinks that whatever people said about him is true.

Background: 

 For as long as Mallory remembered, he had always been the odd one out of his siblings. He lacks his mother’s golden locks and his late father’s deep brown eyes. He even lacks their shining yellow wings. All he has was an oddly huge pair of white wings, almost as big as himself.

When he shape-shifted into a duck, the difference is even more striking. His siblings’ feathers were a light yellow, soft like sunflower petals, his mother’s were more vibrant, like the sun itself. Their beaks were a cheerful shade of orange. Surrounded by them, Mallory looked out of place. His beak and his feathers were a revolting mix of black, white and a hint of shabby brown. Their neighbors, the ones who lived near the lake, tend to laugh at him and tease him all the time. Mallory would flee from them using his wings. His flying ability was the only thing about him no one dare to tease.

It was scary, his siblings recalled. How weightless he was when he was younger, and combined with his wide wings, Mallory could float away when they didn’t notice. He would end up in far places, where he knows no one, and no one knows him. He could stay for hours or days until his family found him.

Somehow, even though he barely remembered those days, the thought of no one knowing him is comforting. He wouldn’t need to hide whenever a guest arrived, he wouldn’t have to hear his mother telling the neighbors that he was just an old friend’s son coming to visit. His brothers and sisters told him that it wasn’t his mother’s fault. After all, what would people say when they saw him? He who doesn’t look like any of them? He whose wings are bigger than anyone else in the neighborhood?

“They’d think you’re born… wrongly”, the eldest of his brothers told him when he asked.

“Wrongly?”

“That you weren’t father’s son”, he told him, and ruffled his hair with a calm smile, “it’s nothing to worry about, really. You’re definitely, absolutely our brother”

But Mallory wasn’t convinced. In fact, he wasn’t convinced of anything they ever told him.

They called him “Mal”, short for Mallory, saying that it’ll make his name sounds more masculine. But to Mal himself, “Mal” sounds like an insult. “Mal” from malfunction, “Mal” from malice. He could name the many hidden meanings he thought lies behind that nickname. The name stuck anyway, and Mal found himself growing accustomed to it. The odd one out from the family.

He was the ugly duckling.

It never occurred to him that, perhaps, his family truly meant well. The thought didn’t cross his mind when his family bought him wonderful gifts, or when his eldest sister sweetly brushed his hair and everyone gathered around to decide on the best hairstyle for him, or even when his siblings saved him from a bully. And he definitely didn’t think about the possibility when he ran away from home.

It happened during his (and his sibling's, since they hatched from their eggs on the same day) 13th birthday. Their family threw a small, but beautiful little party, but when they were about to start the celebration, a neighbouring family came to visit. And then he was whisked upstairs. They can't let him be seen by other people. It was for his own sake too, they said. Mal didn't believe it.

It was then that he saw his chance, everyone was busy celebrating downstairs. No one would hear him or notice him. He picked up all the things he thought he'll need in a rush. He readied himself, and flew from the window, his destination unknown, he lets the wind show him the way. Unconsciously, he also brought the necklace his siblings crafted for him as a birthday gift when he ran. And to this day, for some reason, Mal never regretted bringing the necklace with him

He landed on a farmyard, located near a big lake. Ever since then, he has been moving from one place to another, looking for where he belongs. But he never found it. He never thought that maybe what he was looking for was in the family he ran away from, and instead, he searched for the place in Fabula.

    

Relationship status: Single

Orientation: Pan. Anyone will do. Well, if there’s even one who would ever love him.

Relationships: N/A

    

Other additional info of your likes: TBA

RP example:

“Sorry Mal”, one of his sisters said to him, giving him a faint smile as she closed the door, leaving Mal alone in his room. He could hear her footsteps running down the stairs cheerfully. He sighed. It wasn’t his family’s fault, he assured himself. It wasn’t their fault he was born the way he is. But then again… It wasn’t his fault either. The noises downstairs grew louder, and Mal assumed that the birthday party must’ve begun. He clutched a silk pillow with beautiful embroideries,

a gift his mother gave him just a few hours ago. It was his siblings’ birthday, and it was his birthday too, since they were all born on the same day. But he wasn’t there to celebrate it. Instead, he was in his dark room, with only the moon to illuminate him and keep him company for the night. "they don't have to be so nice", he said to no one in particular. It'll be easier, he thought, if his family straight up told him he was unwanted. It'll be easier if they told him,"you're an embarrassment", instead of giving him that smile for years and telling him things he couldn't bring himself to believe. 

He shook his head, hoping it will make the thoughts went away. It didn't. Mal looked at his back, towards the window. The moon shone, and he felt like it was calling him. His heart beats faster, and his eyes grew wide. Mal jumped down his bed and rushed to the window. There was a solution, there was a solution to this all.

He's going to run away.

RP Info:
I prefer notes, comments, and toyhou.se! (Like omfg I really want to try Toyhouse IC feature so much please someone ask me to RP on Toyhouse). I also have other accounts like Tumblr. I can do google docs and chat but I prefer the above. Also, I'm really not comfortable with skype, sorry ;o;

I can RP with almost any theme ^^ (I'm new to RPing though so please excuse me if I made mistakes ;A; )