Molly

Molly Reven "Scratch Post" Restharven // Court Jester in training // Tabaxi (Trickster) Cleric

Molly works for the royal court, earning her keep and trade in the profession of being a jester. She incorporates inherited magic and slight of hand she picked up from sneaking out of the grounds as a child into her skillset, which often lends itself to her performance. It wasn't until she met a man in gold trimmed leathers and armor, much unlike that of the ruby color of the crownsguard, that she had considered leaving. He shared stories of great adventure and conquest, promises of riches, many things Molly had only ever dreamt of. Within the week, she found herself setting out to with the few possessions she had in a bindle tied behind her, joining as a valued compatriot to this new stranger's motley crew who traveled across the land. This, unsurprising to most, may prove to be more than it's worth.
While Molly lives for the glory and appraisal of those who she had always sought to be above only ever subconsciously, she prefers to be paid in coin. Fresh mulled wine, however, can win anyone over. 

Molly's faith lies with Lliira, the exarch of Joy, Happiness, and Festivals, and speaks to her in times of uncertainty. On the inside of her cap is stitched her holy symbol to Lliira, as well as a single, small ruby sewn into the tip of the right ear as part of her devotion towards the lesser deity. As a result of her trade and practice, it's in Molly's interest to keep the party in good spirits, or will make an attempt to bring lightheartedness back to an otherwise bleak moment. She may, on occasion, get ahead of herself and will need to be told when frivolities are not welcomed in the current situation.

--- Story points of interest --

Confuses her name with "Free". Originally thought she was a lightfoot halfing with a husband and child who lived a rather mundane life making furniture in an offset town to sell at a city town a day and quarter's ride away. Her child was named Citrine, her husband was Seo (Say-o). They were pursued by bandits outside of a mountain pass wherein their cart tumbled off the side of a cliff after one of the horses tripped. Free woke up in a strange place with clothes asunder and pilfered what fabrics she could from alleyways; asking like a broken individual where she might locate her husband and child. Feeling like the Adventurer's Guild would be her best option, she continued to take on gradual jobs until an ancient red dragon appeared suddenly during a pelt collecting mission and reigned fire down on her party.
Free awoke as a familiar yet unfamiliar tabaxi in the city of Noctunn, where her original life's memories slowly gathered. She was never married, she was never a halfling, and she never had a daughter.
She remembers her original life in bits and pieces, though wakes up nearly every day (early years) in a cold sweat and panic over the family and life she felt she once knew.

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Molly found a bottle of infinite ink in a witch's tower (reminder to go back for that quill) and has embraced the essence of her cat-like nature by leaving inky paw-prints wherever she can. She also uses it for signing incantations in the air or casting "cure wounds" by  grasping either side of the individual's cheeks with ink-laden paws; leaving a reminder for 24 hours.

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“What I'm going to do up here, kid, is tell you a story. 
Like all stories, it's an attempt to make sense of something larger than itself.
 And, like most stories, it fails, to a certain degree. It's a gloss, a rendition, so it's not exact. But it'll do."