Molly Moreau

"i really wish i could run away from home...."

She poured rubbing alcohol in the middle of the room, lighting up all the candles surrounding the weird painted glyph her father had done...and looking back at the book she’d stolen from him. Messily, stuttering, she uttered out the words from it, looking back at the circle....nothing. A candle went out....she should’ve expected as much, but....still. Her shoulders sagged in disappointment, and her cat rubbed up against her legs...guess she’d really need to investigate more after all.

Born March 3rd, Pisces. 5'2, very small and nervous disposition. Light brown hair that always looks sloppy/messy, lightly tan skin, brown eyes. Wears glasses.

Molly is nervous to a fault. She's incredibly anxious and overthinks nearly everything--causing it to be very hard for her to make and maintain friendships. She's kind, sure, she's as kind as she's a fucking disaster. Knowing Molly, though, it's hard to think that something fishy is going on under the surface. Something possibly even...eldritch.