HAVOC! mollie

[mollie havoc]

Name:
mollie havoc !

Age:
NINEteen

Affiliation:
member of THE RING RIDERS

Physical Appearance:


Whoever said good things come in small packages were certainly on the right track when it comes to Mollie. Her height is a whopping five foot one and her build is even less threatening. Looking at her frail frame there seems not to be one muscle in sight however under her bright clothing, her form is firm and pretty darn tones. Just because she is not classically 'lumpy' with muscles does not make the girl as week and as easy of a target as she may seem. Mollie certainly grabs the attention of people with her ever changing her. Ignoring her addiction to sex and anything physical she seems to have an addiction for hair dye. It is constantly changing color in the spectrum of reds, oranges and yellows but half the time it changes due to the weather. Fading colors in sun with look yellow and so her hair is a pretty big part of her overall appearance. You either love her bright vibrancy or it just serves as something a tad too distracting.

Her skin is almost painfully pale, due to her disturbingly odd start to life it her left her looking like a malnourished child. Her eyes contrast heavily to this pale flesh as they are an almost stupidly bright green. Due to never being out in the sun, the first time she actually looked directly into sunlight it had an effect on her eyes, causing them to in effect 'break' as it was explained to her. Now she is stuck with having overly sensitive eyes but on a slightly happier note, she's got a nifty bright green color out of it. Her appearance is often carefully thought through, not wanting to make herself look like a five year old on prozac, she will often wear dark colors to tone down her naturally bright self.

Personality:
SWEET // INNOCENCE &&
Most will refer to Mollie as being stupidly adorable, full of sweet little smiles and hardly a bad word to say about anyone there doesn't seem to be a bitter bone in anybody. Due to a slightly sheltered upbring, the girl seems a little too naive for her own good, she's overly trusting on people sometimes though is usually a fair judge of character. Although Mollie is quite the sexually active little thing the fact that she had never actually had a boyfriend, or girlfriend for that matter makes those around her assume her innocence is still as in tact as ever. Only those close to her know that she simply fears any commitment at all. Someone muttering the word 'love' will send her running for the hills yet she uses love lightly to describe her affection towards her friends and those close to her. Any love life is usually on the casual of secretive side.

Her skin is almost painfully pale, due to her disturbingly odd start to life it her left her looking like a malnourished child. Her eyes contrast heavily to this pale flesh as they are an almost stupidly bright green. Due to never being out in the sun, the first time she actually looked directly into sunlight it had an effect on her eyes, causing them to in effect 'break' as it was explained to her. Now she is stuck with having overly sensitive eyes but on a slightly happier note, she's got a nifty bright green color out of it. Her appearance is often carefully thought through, not wanting to make herself look like a five year old on prozac, she will often wear dark colors to tone down her naturally bright self.

SKILLFUL // ENERGETIC &&
On days where Mollie is full of energy, usually after overindulging on her favorite past time [munching skittles] she seems to be quite the hyper little thing. Other days though she will be painfully laid back and never seems to take anything seriously. Rumors she will laugh off or even feed the fire to them in her good natured sense of humor. For such a little, frail looking girl she seems quite the opposite, she in in fact incredibly good with reflexes because of her energy and is oddly flexible, a nimble, almost childlike frame. Although she may not be the strongest of people, especially for a gang life the girl can certainly fight but wins it though skill and quick actions. There is a downside though, her fighting skills involve simply blades and anything sharp. Secretively guns scare the crap out of her so she refuses to use them.

CHARISMATIC &&
Several years back, this sweet little Texan child would not have even considered herself to be charismatic. It simply wasn't in her. When she got into a habit of living as a criminal she learned how to be more charismatic around people, even to the extent of being rather seductive. Although Mollie does like her alone time there is a sense that she simply adored being around other people and therefore will talk to them about almost anything. Civil to all unless given a reason to be otherwise she isn't a doormat though. On first meeting she appears to be incredibly laid back in not really giving a monkeys about what others may think of her bright little murderous self.

SHY LITTLE SOUL &&
There is however still that shy little girl lurking inside her. The things that often bring this side out are compliments. Any situation that places her in the center of attention for either the way she looks or good traits about her, Mollie will often loose her words or start to stutter. When words are lacking though she often comes out with the strangest crap you will ever hear just to divert attention elsewhere. The girl would clearly rather talk about how great bricks are than discuss any good points she may have. She simply doesn't see herself as being worthy of the sole spotlight.

AFFECTIONATE &&
Mollie is a charming little thing when it comes down to it. With friends she is almost always hugging them and will sit cuddled up to someone for hours without even moving. Although she's not overly 'hands on' she will often wait to see is a person is willing to accept her bouts of affection but if someone hugs her, my gosh, it will be the biggest ever smile you see. Mollie could quite easily live off hugs and cuddles, almost childish to an extent she adored physical contact and knowing people are near. Although not clingy she does tend to show those close to her a whole lot of affection. New friends sometimes take this the wrong way and although her affection is often innocent it will lead on to less innocent things because some think her to be 'leading them on'.

PARANOID AS HELL &&
Since she was a child Mollie has suffered greatly from paranoia. She often argues with her own thoughts though has to force herself to not do it out loud. If she does she makes sure she is in perfect isolation from anyone hearing. Although she may seem confidant as hell she is in fact lacking greatly in that area, with a little voice to tell her how she deserves none of this she can become fragile at times yet as a rule never breaks down in front of anyone, not even the closest of friends. This will often lead to terrible mood swings and the girl will send herself into hiding, staying in her room, avoiding friends. Although it only usually lasts a day or so it can often lead to arguments as people seek the reason to why she suddenly distances herself from them.

Likes:
• contact with friends
• hugs
• art
• photography
• music
• lyrical musings
• lucid dreaming
• sugar
• bright colors
• strong dominant people
• coffee
• friendly people
• thenaked body [pure]
• tattoos || piercings
• elevators
• sunny days
• wet grass
• heavy rain
• the dark
• cold days indoors
• big coats
• scarfs
• giant glasses
• sex
• her gang

Dislikes:
• forward people
• depressive moods
• bad music
• silence
• the cold
• loss of control
• being ignored
• spiders
• being alone for too long
• her paranoia
• herself//her thoughts
• super tall people
• prejudice
• harsh comments
• insults
• having to speak of her 'family'
• the word 'moist'
• pears
• mushy peas
• number six

Goals:
• to gain respect
• become known in the gang
• climb ranks
• keep her secrets, secrets
• avoid getting killed [would be nice]

Fears:
• anything that goes bang guns
• loosing her faith
• the dark
• small spaces
• too much of her own blood

History:
Mollie Havoc had a rather unusual start to her life. Not much is known about the early few years of this girl and little Pip remembers nothing. It was said she was born to a couple, a young couple who lived in a tiny little shack in Tennessee. They had little money, the young man that was her father was a drug addict, her mother was just like him however she also had prostitute on her list of talents. Forced into prostitution to pay for her addiction the you lady wasn't too bothered with her little child. The nameless baby of just a few months old would sit in the corner crying for hours until she couldn't cry any longer and fell asleep with hunger and tiredness.

Mollie was always a small child, she was born prematurely when her mother overdosed on some form of drug. Reaching a year old the little baby had hardly grown and had learned to speak very little, the only words muttered from her infant mouth were usually obscene ones that she picked up from her only entertainment. Her parents. Soon after her first birthday the baby fell ill, she passed out and her young parents had no clue what to do. In the assumption that she had died from picking up some drugs from the ground the woman cried in fright whilst her boyfriend set off to deal with the situation. Of course to someone who was wasted constantly an unable to think his course of action was to get rid of the child. Leaving it in an alley he drove off and that was the last Mollie had ever heard from her parents.

Walking past the alley a woman heard a baby cry, she wandered in to examine and found the smallest, most malnourished little baby she had ever seen. Weak and starving nothing looked to be living on her apart from when she stared at the woman with her wide green eyes she couldn't leave the poor child there. With a temperature she traveled straight away to the hospital and informed them that her baby was looking a little ill. Wanting to avoid questions she claimed the child as her own and within no time the baby was looking brighter and ready to leave. Leaving the hospital the future you would guess looked bright finally for the drug abused baby but some stories just don't seem to work out.

Arriving at the run down old house this is where Mollie spent many of her years growing up however again did she not receive a new name. Though just a baby and not aware of it, the woman who had picked her up, Lisa was in fact a rather strange, she in fact had many children all young but varying in age. Lisa was in fact a rather obsessive woman, the children were not hers, she hadn't adopted them but somehow under odd circumstances managed to pick them up off the streets when parents weren't looking or too busy to care. Pip was number six which became her name, when her foster parent shouted for Six , Mollie would have to run down the stairs. At first her bed was a bottom drawer beside three other infants. Mollie knew no better and it was simply a life to the little girl. She was fed and got attention when she wanted it so in all she was happy.

Growing up was a routine thing, the now pale little seven year old had not stepped outdoors in seven years, her frame still skinny and underfed it seemed she was never able to pick up weight from her first year of tragic life.

Mollie was happy, or at least she thought she was, after being upgraded to a bed and ahead of her older 'sister' it was a funny little thing but she accepted it. The smallest of all the children and the youngest Mollie had no clue why the girl several years her senior now all seemed so unhappy. Full of naivety she would ponder over much, such a thoughtful child she was receiving only education from Lisa and there was no form of television. Just music, to which she adored listening to. One day though the happy little seven year old sat on her bed alone that was usually shared by her other older sisters but they were all out playing in the yard, Lisa still didn't trust Mollie enough to go outside yet. However whilst staring at the ceiling in wander her gaze was suddenly med by a rough looking man. A grin across his lips as he slid a hand up her pale skinny leg.

Jumping back Mollie cried with shock and overheard Lisa inform the man that Pip was not yet old enough for the business, instead they would pay a visit to number three who was now a ripe old twelve years old. Leaving Mollie petrified and confused this seemed to happen a lot over the next few weeks but every one who did so were informed she was too young. Her mature little mind turned it's cogs, too young for what? Little did she know that these girls were growing up to be prostitutes to making their 'loving foster mother' money. By the time she was eight Mollie was on the constant defense ready to jump away from anything. Such a timid child she never liked the strangers who visited them. One day changed it all though, getting up from her bed where she had been told to stay Mollie went to find her sister, Two, she always comforted her when scared and Mollie wanted a hug.

Seeing the back door open Mollie went outside and blinked from the sun she had not seen so close in seven years. Walking slow towards a closed shed her whole frame shook with fright from just being outside. Opening the door her young eyes were confronted to a scene she would never forget, a naked man, morbidly obese and under him her sister she so love to receive hugs from. With a shout from the man to close the door Mollie ran back inside. Frightened of what she saw the little girl now understood so much. Running the small child ran straight into Lisa who looked well and truly pissed. A fist to her cheek was enough to knock the weak girl out cold and she awoke locked up in the shed. Lying on a bed she rolled over feeling groggy only to be confronted with the same hideous sight but the pair just lay there watching the younger girl come to. Scrambling to the corner the older girl showed obvious sympathy though stayed in the caressing arms of the naked man.

Nothing happened to her, not sexually, she wasn't old enough Lisa had told him however as her sister sat on the bed she watched the man release his annoyance of the little Mollie. Telling her off for walking in on them she was left with three broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and heavy bruising. After that she didn't dare go back outside to seek her sister and nobody in the dirty old house spoke of it. Pip now spent her days looking out the dusty window and watching children play. It was odd to see little boys out there interacting with the girls and everyone running around. Mollie then decided she would have that one day.

Reaching the age of thirteen it was then Mollie gave herself her own name though she didn't dare tell Lisa. Mollie managed to avoid getting used by the men that came, voices in her head would warn her that they would hurt her and so she would hurt them first, earning her a few cuts and bruises in return but at least she didn't have to sleep with them. This continued and Mollie reached the age of fourteen, now a violent little thing she was frightened of almost anything and to tame her frustration she would self harm. Nobody stopped her, as long as she didn't take her frustration out on them. One night however the young fourteen year old was grabbed from behind and dragged outside into the night, pushed into the shed it was dark and she could see nothing. All she could feel were hands, stripping her and pushing her down. There was was raped and it happened several times after but Mollie didn't stop fighting.

Not long ofter the old house was raided, Lisa arrested and the children sent to an orphanage only most of them died from such a dramatic change and nobody wanted to adopt the sweet looking child that was Mollie when they saw her anger. Mollie was sick of it, sick of everything and she tried to commit suicide only to be stopped, a woman grasping at the knife in her hand Mollie freaked out and the little girl jammed it into her chest. The woman fell down and didn't move it was then that Mollie knew what she had done. Within the hour she just stared at the body and pulled the knife from her only when two others came in they followed the same fate as the first. It was then they dragged the fourteen year old anti social little thing to an institution for the mentally unstable. Months here Mollie managed to manipulate even the staff into thinking she was sane.

On release the girl sought out a place to be comfortable and of course the logic thing any fifteen year old girl would come to would be to join a gang right? She did so and in her years there she found her skills in pretty much anything against the law. Anything deemed 'bad' and Mollie would be keen to indulge in it. The small five foot one girl would be used as a nimble little thing, able to sneak up on the brightest of people and get into the toughest of places. Mollie did these things for amusements sake and the entertainment they brought. Death, drugs, nothing was a serious crime to Mollie. She grew in years and in that she left her home to find her own calling. This calling was living in a city, doing what she likes and a few favors for people who pay enough. Any dirty work needing to be done and Mollie was on the case. Getting away with it all so well, simply because she looks so damn innocent.

More recent additions to her history involved finally joining a gang. Although new she's pretty damn loyal and slowly gaining both respect and a reputation for being quite the dangerous little thing.


RP Sample:
[something random taken off another site i'm on]

To the girl's words a devilish smile appeared across Pip's pale lips as she side glanced her. With a gentle shrug she didn't much care for the matter, when exactly would they get the chance to get rid of all the staff anyway. It just simply wouldn't happen. "I think there are like...two staff who I'd keep, the rest would go for sure." The two staff members Pip was considering though would certainly not be named, one she just adored because they were adorable and the other, she received too much from him to fill her lust to possibly let him go. It was probably the longest lasting thing close to a 'relationship' she had. Hated at times it was a solid on and off sexual relationship, sometimes they would end up fighting and others it was quite the opposite.

Although as expected the lust had a fair list of people she had at least had a one night stand but any emotion she felt for any person was closely locked away, close to the surface. It wasn't hard for her to find but she wouldn't allow herself to grow attached to a person in such a way. Any growing feelings would lead to it becoming harder for her to be with a person. Pip didn't expect herself to stick to one person and therefore she wouldn't allow anyone the chance to ask it of her. Where was the fun with curling up with the same person, it was much too safe and cutsie. It wasn't just that she didn't want just one partner it was the case that she couldn't Pip didn't have the will power to control her lust.

Pip sighed gently though an almost childlike smirk crossed her face. Blowing up to move her hair from her eyes she stared at the group with her devious little smirk. "This is silly anyway, unless we arrange some mass murder then the staff will always be here..." Without any warning the ever energetic Pip leaned back and lay against the bed, landing with a slight bounce due to just simply falling back, her legs still dangled from the side, touching the ground to support her. Now staring at the back of Kenzie's head she got distracted for that moment in simply taking note that she had pretty hair. Trying to regain her sanity she smiled warmly. "We could though, once we get those darn sheep here to star breeding them, then we will..." Her tones trailed off in an almost dream like fashion, she had clearly forgotten Kenzie would have no idea she was referring to a conversation Pip had with Holly.

After falling into her position there seemed to be now red masking her eyes and cutting off part of her vision, blowing up it didn't work, she was at an odd angle. A frustrated and almost animal like growl purred from her lips as she simply blinked a whole lot to try and keep it from stabbing her eyes. This though didn't work and she just closed her eyes. Not being able to see her company was no problem to her, Pip could talk with a brick wall if she held any interest in it. Maybe she was trying to prove to herself she wasn't just shallow and staying because this girl was stupidly pretty...she wanted to talk to her. In reality that was not her perfect idea however it wasn't like the girl had shown any interest, Pip didn't like to push people into things being more the pushover herself.

"You're hair is pretty...are you naturally that color?" Opening one eye to peer at the back of her head Pip flashed a charming smile, not really giving a d**n if she saw it or not. Reaching up a lazy hand she twirled a strand through her fingers. Although seemingly captivated by her hair the moment she dropped the stand her mind also dropped the subject. "There's nothing to do here, ever...I'm shocked that ever kid isn't a lust just to amuse themselves." Knowing Kenzie wasn't a lust she smiled brightly up at her however she was trying not to be insulting, it was just her opinion. "Everyone should be a lust...that would be so spiffy!" Her image of every inmate being lust driven was a brilliant one at that and any fears or worries left Pip as she lingered in her own thoughts.

Thoughts of other's lust seemed to awaken her own and she had the sudden craving for attention, affection, anything to cure the heat within. Opening both eyes she simply watched Kenzie a moment, trying to resist the urge to touch though Pip wasn't great at these things, she was like an uncontrollable child who wanted to play with their new toy once she got going. In that case she tried not to allow herself to follow her instincts that just seemed to get her into trouble.

Where did you find us?
on that spiffy proboards support site

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[Julia Porter]

Accepted. I <3 your bio.