#mallythegladiator

Inventory: In a roleplaying game, inventory refers to the collection of items your character is currently carrying.

Rules: List the things your Muse carries in their pockets in their everyday life. Repost, don’t Reblog.

Optional: Briefly explain their significance.

Note: Her main bag is a thigh holster on her left thigh, also housing her revolver on the side.

Gold: Self-explanatory.  Gin carries her gold in a separate coin pouch within her bag.

A silver flask made by her father in Gilneas: She took it when she was a child, with the intent of selling it for food, but she could never bring herself to do so.  So it stayed with her, one of the few things she was able to get out Gilneas.

A silver pocket watch, the casing also made by her father: This she stole from her mother at one point in time, after catching her trying to pawn it off for whiskey money.

A small notebook/sketchbook: Small enough to fit within the pouch, used for taking notes about jobs and doodling when bored.

Extra rounds: Extra bullets for her revolver, not much to say here.

Butterfly knife and a switchblade: Kept in their own hidden pockets on the back of her pouch.  The butterfly knife makes more appearances, as she flips it around when she gets bored.

Silver cigarette case: This is not Gilnean-made, but is still finely crafted, holding both her hand rolled tobacco cigarettes and the few fireweed joints Dunn did not confiscate.

A small poison kit: Contains needles along with paralyzing and sleeping poisons.

Field med kit: Contains bandages, gauze, grain alcohol to clean wounds, a surgical needle and thread for quick stitching, and other such necessary things.

Sometimes a child’s toy is found in there: She’s a mom.  Sometimes it happens, but due to the poison kit and alcohol, she tries to keep them separate.

This is usually what she carries, though the contents could vary day-to-day.

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@mally-the-gladiator got so excited that the shitty new notifications broke.

As a whole, no.  Everything I’ve added to her or her story has made her who she is today, and I love my idiot.  There are things I didn’t necessarily add to her that just kind of happened that sometimes - yeah - I regret.  For example, she is a very unlucky worgen that gets shot at for no reason, but I’ve learned to roll with it (so long as you communicate OOC with me).

On occasion, I do regret making her seem stand-offish at first, but then I don’t get the people that actually stick around to get to know the Gilnean underneath all that booze.  (Call out post time @terrick-ebonsteed, @areniaagn, @brashtide-menace, @jazimina, @dunnedinsniper, @naitdresden, @lyistelleebonsteed, @lucentlycanthrope, @marlett, @wiedaashcroft, @mally-the-gladiator, @boilingheart…and many more as well as the Tumblrless Aldai and Fizzrikk.  You all write/have written very important people in Gin’s life - good or bad - and I appreciate you very much for letting my idiot cherish your muses in her life.  ♥️ )

Send 💋+ a number to kiss my Muse!

(Accepting!)

Gin blinked as the large elf leaned down and smooched her forehead, resting his arm now resting on her head.  “I, uh…why?”

Send 😘 for my muse’s honest opinion about your muse

(Accepting!  I’m sorry I’m slow!)

Them as a person: “Ah can tell ‘e’s been through some shite in ‘is life, bu’ ‘e’s still tryin’ ‘is ‘ardest t’be a good person.  Can’ faul’ ‘im fer tha’.”

Level of attractiveness: “Mean ‘e certainly checks offa lotta m’boxes fer men.  Large, muscular, scarred, an’ much older’n me.  Ten outta ten.”

What annoys them most: Gin thinks for a moment before sighing and rolling her eyes.  “Tha’ time ‘e decided t’toss me over ‘is shoulder ‘cause ah told ‘im ah ‘adn’t eaten tha’ day.  Or th’day before.”

What they like the most: “In spite o’ tha’, ah do like tha’ ‘e takes th’time t’make sure ‘is friends’re taken care of.  No’ ev’ryone does tha’, ‘s refreshin’.”

What they’d do if they were locked in a closet together for 4 hours: “ ‘Onestly, probably get drunk offa somethin’ some’ow.  ‘Tween th’two o’us, we’re bound t’ave plenty o’ booze on our persons.”

Overall opinion: “Mally’s a good man.  Good friend.  Someone ah’d like t’ave by m’side no matter wot.”

Rating: “Outta ten?  Fifteen.  Good man.”

Send 💦 to encounter my Muse crying

(Accepting!)

Tobi turned quickly as he heard the elf enter the room, wiping his eyes in hopes that Mally hadn’t seen him crying.  It was silly, really, the reason why he was crying.  He’d been out in the city earlier that day, slipping through to avoid anyone that may recognize him and realize that he wasn’t exactly dead…anymore.  But he’d suddenly been struck by an overwhelming sadness: he missed feeling like he belonged somewhere, and he felt silly for letting that overwhelm him.

How’d it go, he signed over his shoulder, pretending to rearrange a few plants near his desk.

“ I understand, lad. “, he replied while keeping a firm hold on Tobi.

He placed small, tender kisses on the worgen’s, neck, slowly making his way over to kiss the scar that ravaged Tobi’s neck. “ However, my point still stands. Ye can’t protect shit if ye don’t take care of yerself first. “ The mercenary’s hold on him tightens. “ please….rest. “

He almost melted underneath the elf’s touch, moving his head back to rest against Mally’s.  Would he be able to rest while the rest of his adopted home was in a state of unrest?

His hands were still raised, holding them out hesitantly before he’d sign again: “I’ll...try.”

He shifted to face Mally, nuzzling him softly before placing a soft kiss to his nose.