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Spouse ➢ Rook MacKenneth
Play-by ➢ Ella Purnell
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|AGE||JOB||HAIR COLOR||EYE COLOR|
|20||No Information||Light Brown||Honey Brown|
AppearanceBig spirits come in small packages. Molly stands only at 5'2", being well below the normal height for other women her age, and is a waiff of a thing at only 115 pounds. Her size and stature would suggest weakness, but anyone who doubts her will find a fighting and volatile spirit beneath her surface.
Her hair is a mediocre shade of brown, and the length fluctuates with the seasons. In spring and summer, she chops it off between her chin and the top of her shoulders, and lets it grow longer for the colder months. Her most notable feature is her eyes, a shade of brown akin to honey in a jar, and large with heavy lids.
HistoryA name can tell you a lot about a person. This person's name tells you everything you need to know about her. Molly quarrels. She has fought for every ounce of life she's gotten to experience, and bitterly she continues.
She came into the world screaming, as though before her birth a greater power had shown her the life she was meant to live. She kicked and punched the air with clenched fists, only to be subdued in a swaddled blanket by nurses. She was fussy as an infant after getting home with her parents, colicky and restless. Her mother, a woman who always struggled with finding her own happiness, was distraught to have such a needy and loud child. Her father was aloof and hid in his study when he wasn't at work as a janitor at the boy's school. For the first two years, Molly fought the order of things and pushed the limits, not wanting to accept no for an answer or having to mind her place in the world.
When she was five, she started experiencing infection after infection. The smallest scrape of the knee or scratch on the arm would quickly become enflamed and start to ooze, and she was often fatigued and dizzy. Bruises popped up on her skin more easily than they should have. It seemed that for a long time her mother refused to believe that anything might be seriously wrong with Molly - she was a growing and active child, so she felt no reason to be concerned. She didn't take her child to a doctor until a neighbor threatened to call the authorities for child endangerment.
When it finally had a name, the next thing to do was decide on a treatment method. The leukemia was attacking her bone marrow and red blood cells, and the options on how to fight it were limited. Even with advances in medical technology, there was no absolute cure or anything to speed the healing process. Molly's mother and father told them that if she wasn't cancer free within five years of being diagnosed, that she would never be put into remission. It was determined that they needed to start chemotherapy right away and utilize stem cell therapy because of the aggressive form of leukemia she had been diagnosed with. On her sixth birthday, Molly lost half of her hair just before being fit with the sensor bracelet.
She started her schooling that fall. There were so many appointments to go to and times where the chemo made her horribly sick, so she missed a lot of her schooling. It was still a requirement for her to attend whenever possible, not being able to get any sort of excuse from her education. She fell behind other girls her age, and often felt lost in her lessons. It was a long and drawn out battle, and the second time that she relapsed was the final straw for her mother. The woman was certain that this child was going to die, and her mind was broken by grief and pity.
She told Molly they were going to go visit family a few towns away, and the young balding girl happily got in the car to go, excited for a reprieve from endless testing, treatments, and falling behind in her schoolwork. She drank the juice her mother offered her, and fell asleep as the car moved along. She awoke to an unfamiliar face, an oxygen mask strapped over her nose as a doctor tried to explain to her what was happening. Her mother had caused her to have a drug overdose with her pain medication, which was concealed in her juice, and they had to revive her. Her father, who was cowering in the waiting room, had become suspicious after they had been gone for four hours and had called the authorities. Tracking them down using the sensor bracelets, police had found Molly's mother trying to roll the car into a lake three towns away, with the young girl asleep on the front seat.
Her mother was executed a few days later, after confessing that she was going to kill her daughter to end her suffering. After that, Molly's father stopped allowing her to come home from the school on weekends, and had her aunt take her to chemo appointments. On holidays she stayed with friends at their houses, or with her widowed aunt at her apartment.
And against the odds, she was put into remission. Chemo stopped. Bone marrow taps stopped. She got better. The damage had been done to her schooling, though, and no matter how hard she studied Molly couldn't improve before her exit exams. She nearly failed and was told she wouldn't be drafted until she was 20.
The Ashpoint incident brought a lot of new faces into town, and with them came the changeover from bracelets to chips. Molly was a little concerned that her injection point seemed to be very aggravated and bruised, but after a while it went away and she forgot about it. Until she started finding unexplainable bruises on her legs and back. Until she started getting tired all of the time again. It clicked and started making sense; afterall, the doctors had told her there was never a guarantee that she would stay in remission.
The loss of the bracelet also meant that there would no longer be health tracking. Molly, making a choice that no one else was ever going to understand, chose to take advantage of this new technology and keep her suffering a secret. Freedom from testing and tubes and chemo sounds pretty good compared to being treated again. It's a secret from everyone now, and she plans to take it to her grave, which might end up being dug sooner than she thinks.
FAMILYMother - Lucinda (Lucy) Quarrels (nee Bachman) (deceased)
Father - Aaron Quarrels
Birthdate: November 6th
Bad Habits: Struggles to see the good in things. Will hold a grudge for a long time. Is suspicious of people and their intentions. Is either unhappy or happy - she feels things too greatly to be inbetween.
Turn-Ons: Some darker erotics, like being choked or pinned down. Intensity. Constant touches. Forcefulness.
Turn-Offs: Smokers. Being played with emotionally. Head games. Fickleness. Boring routine.
hair color preference: No Information
eye color preference: No Information
draft position: Neutral
premarriage y/n: No
Hard LimitsScat stuffs, all else goes
Player NotesNo Information
⇀ Aug 31 2017, 07:35 PM
⇀ Her, she
skinned exclusively for the draft by saramonster
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