Molly Celeste HastingsAge;
HumanKnows about the Others;
GreenHair Color and Length;
Dark blonde, chest-lengthHeight;
+Black Celtic knot of Good Luck on her left wrist
+Jagged scar from just above left eyebrow down to beneath chin
+Jagged claw scars criss-crossing down her left arm from the shoulder to her wrist
+silver sun-shaped pendant around her neck (belonged to mother)Clothing Style;
Generally, Molly chooses to wear jeans that are scuffed up and faded along with a variety of t-shirts. Her feet are almost always in boots or scuffed up sneakers. In colder weather, she dons a slightly over sized leather jacket. It's incredibly rare that she would dress up, preferring the comfort of her clothing, plus it helps her blend into the background rather than draw attention.True Form;
+Control Freak: Molly likes to be control of her life and have things happen exactly as she wants them. She has been this way since childhood, wanting absolute control over everything. It takes work for her to get used to something new, though she will adapt over time yet she isn't a very flexible person. Once she makes plans, she will go out of her way to ensure they happen accordingly or attempt to force others into making it work. As a side effect of her need to control life around her, she's become quite persuasive and good at convincing people to go along with her.
+Argumentative: The woman loves a good argument and seldom gives up her point of view. She's opinionated to the point of almost being abrasive yet she can usually format a strong case for her argument. In fact, she sometimes goes out of her way to push buttons, just to see if she can get a rise from someone or to give herself the satisfaction of another argument.
+Loyal: As a friend, she is fiercely loyal and would do anything to ensure their safety. Her approach to people is often tough love, though she genuinely cares for them and wouldn't hesitate to ask if she felt something was wrong with one of them. However, her circle of friends is a limited group, gone even smaller since she's been on the move, though she has a few people she'd consider trustworthy in various cities.Fears;
Being helpless; losing control--as a control freak, Molly wants to have a say in everything happening to her. Things outside her control make her anxious which leads into fear; Her greatest fear is losing her daughter.Quirks;
Impulsive and lacks a filter for her thoughts; often talks aloud to herself or about what she's doing; bites her lip when unsure of somethingOther;
Molly has a slight southern accent, though she can mask it when necessary.Occupation;
A black cat named JerichoExtra;
She's experienced in Taekwondo and spent many years training to defend herself. This training also accounts for her fascination with knives and the fact she almost always carries one on her person.Parents;
Christopher Hastings (deceased)
Abigail Hastings (deceased)Siblings;
Elizabeth Hastings (29)Spouse
Jasper Faulkner (deceased)Children;
Abby Faulkner (5, lives with Elizabeth)Birthplace;
On November 1st, Christopher and Abigail Hastings welcomed a baby girl. It was their second child who was an unexpected home birth, her name coming from the midwife who delivered her along with her grandmother. The family led a happy existence for the first seven years of Molly's life where she was doted on by her parents and her big sister. Her father's job as a hunter drew a vampire to their door who slaughtered Abigail in front of her young daughters. After killing the male, Christopher burned the house and took his young daughters away from Slidell.
With the loss of his beloved wife, Christopher pulled away and left his girls with various hunter friends. While Elizabeth threw herself into school to cope, Molly developed a fascination with the monsters that killed her mother. She made frequent trips to the library then nighttime excursions in the hopes of finding one against her father's wishes. However, one of her father's friends, Sarah, decided to nurture the fascination and began teaching her to defend herself. Within a few years, Molly began hunting with Sarah who lied to Christopher about various functions: Girl Scouts, church things, etc. for them to get alone time.
Molly's secret hunting was exposed just before her eighteenth birthday when a werewolf crashed her graduation party. She killed the wolf yet her quick thinking exposed her skills to her father who proceeded to go off, claiming he'd never wanted either of them to hunt and she'd exposed all hunters with her carelessness drawing them to Sarah's home. After the fight and ruined party, she left Sarah's completely and set off on her own, hooking up with various hunter groups throughout the states.
Two years later, she joined a group in Starr, Missisippi that worked with vampires and werewolves rather than just destroying them. It was here she met Jasper Faulkner, a fellow hunter. Their hunting together led to a relationship that eventually added the complication of a pregnancy. During her pregnancy, their safe house was broken into and a group of angry werewolves killed many, including Jasper. Although badly wounded, Molly was saved by a fellow hunter who proceeded to deliver her premature daughter.; however, Molly made the choice to allow Elizabeth, now a teacher, to raise her daughter rather than exposing her to hunters and creatures.
In the three years following the attack on the Starr group and Abby's birth, Molly set out on her own and avoided other huners. Her only trips home are infrequent and sporadic to see her daughter, though she often sents cards and presents. One visit presented her with a letter, requesting her presence in Somerset to become a Sentinel. Tired of aimless wandering, she accepted and has actually come to enjoy the town in the last two years, though she still distrusts werewolves. The loss of her friends, particularly her husband, contributes to her distrust of them. Despite her liking for Somerset, she makes visits home to see her daughter and sister, the last remnants of her family, though Elizabeth has moved to within two hours of Somerset in an attempt to make Molly step up as a mother.Sample Role-play;
The E light lit up the dashboard.
Cursing to herself, Molly glanced over to the map beside her then back to the road just in time to see the sign. "Welcome to Somerset," she read, quietly before gunning the engine. Her eyes remained straight ahead as she drove, one hand on the wheel while the other gripped the necklace around her neck. The slightly spiked sun dug into the fleshy parts of her palm. It gave her strength as she said a quick prayer and pulled into the town that would be her new home.
She pulled into a gas station and parked beside the pump. Pulling her hair back, she wrapped a band around it to secure the knot then looked around. It wasn't quite what she'd expected from the letter and her meeting. In fact, the place looked downright normal, almost homey. Even the few people at the gas station were dressed simply, mostly jeans and t-shirts, though a few were dressed up. Still, Somerset was the picture of normalcy.
"Never judge a book by it's cover," she drawled to herself before her lips tipped up in a smile. She took the small picture from the dashboard and tucked it into her wallet, pausing to trace her daughter's features. The tiny blonde's gray eyes always reminded of her Jasper, the thought of him bringing a pang in her heart. Their anniversary had been last week. It would be at least another six months before she made it home, the usual adaption time for her. Forcing nostalgia aside, she strolled into the gas station to pay for gas and get directions.
It was time to begin her new life, a life away from hunters yet closer to monsters than she'd ever been before. However, these monsters were going to be her colleagues, members of an elite defensive team that Elizabeth called her crazy for accepting. Then again, her sister had never approved of her contact with the monsters who killed their mother and later their father. It was their one big disagreement in twenty-seven years.
Stepping outside, she slipped sunglasses on and took a deep breathe. "Ready or not, here I come."