"Molly was a good girl and she knew the reason why~"
Full Picture
Name:
- Molly
Age:
- 21
Gender:
- Female
Sexuality:
- Straight, though she doesn't feel any physical attraction to either gender.
Hair:
- Brown, straight. To her mid back
Eyes:
- Brown
Powers:
- Ability to sing songs and make whatever she sings happen and use against her enemy. [Example Below.]
Bio/Personality:
- Molly grew up in a perfectly normal home. Her mother and father always got along, though her father was the joker while her mother had a more serious tone to her. She had two younger siblings that looked up to her. And friends who meant the world to her through out her high school years. Though she is rather stubborn, she is a huge romantic. Always talking about how it would be amazing if such happen, and having a romantic book by her side.
She seeks adventure, and when she learned about her abilities she was more then happy to explore the world and use it for some grand adventure. Though she quickly realize that even though she had this power, it didn't mean that she was going to be able to join in some grand adventure.
Likes:
- ~Romance Novels
~Video Games.
~Singing.
~Boys
Dislikes:
- ~Being quiet.
~Rude people
~People who don't believe in love.
~Scary things.
Outfits:
- Pretty much anything that is cute would fit her just fine. She often either wears jeans and a shirt/tank top or a skirt.
She doesn't like anything tight on her. She likes things that flow.
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Standing in front of him she took a deep breath. Molly didn't know what to sing to help her win this fight, but she was going to try. "We are brimming with cumbersome, murderous greed, And malevolence deep and profound. We do unspeakable deeds, does our wickedness know any bounds? Something's gone terribly wrong with everyone; All the world is mad." Darkness rises around her shielding her as an insane laughter is heard in the far distance. "Darkness brings terrible things; the sun is gone- What vanity! our sad, wretched fires." The shadows start to act like fire. Spreading through anything that is flammable drawing closer to the man who seeks her death.
Molly kept on singing, hoping that this was going to be enough to make that man either leave her alone, or harm enough so that she could run away. She hated the knowledge that her powers could kill. She didn't want anyone to die by her hands. Blood wasn't something she was use to. Looking at the man she wondered what he was going to do.
