Riddled with self-image issues, she joined up in a magick academy for one purpose; to make her chest size bigger. She studied shapeshifting curses, specifically in mass manipulation. Years of practice have perfected her curse chants and ritual paintings, she can dispell her curses with a few words. Her weapon is actually a massive sequoia tree with her sigil carved into, with pheonix feathers attached, conveniently shrunk to be used as a paintbrush. Maly had spent many years doing menial work to pay for the precious pheonix feathers. She fits her treasured weapon into one of her belt pocket with her shrink curse. On her right hip is her enchanted ink cauldron, her magick is through her chants and sigils so it is a cheap formula, meant to be able to be refilled easily. The weakness of her ability is if her ink is smeared even in the slightest, the curse is nullified, so she chooses to use it more for temporary uses in battles, as if it were meant to be permanent more drastic measures would be required. Evidence of this is the scar tissue located just under her collarbones on her chest. It is her sigil, and her curse put onto herself. But for this sake and the amount of pain she endured, she can now manipulate her own body however she would like, thus she was finally able to give herself the body she'd always wished for. Massive breasts. However, her vanity comes at a price, she has major back pain now. She knows she can change her heft whenever she wants, but her pride is too great. . . she endures. To mitigate her back problems, she uses a staff for walking, but her years of study left her with a weak stamina. Again, using her intellect she finds a way to overcome this obstacle by befriending small creatures and enlarging them, she's more than likely to be seen riding a gigantified squirrel than actually treading on foot. Her arguments usually end with her accusing the other of jealousy.