Post by MOLLIE G. RIGBY on Feb 9, 2012 21:57:40 GMT
| [atrb=style, background-color: #b2b4a0; border-top: 6px solid #5499E3; border-bottom: 6px solid #5499E3; border-right: 6px solid #5499E3; border-left: 6px solid #5499E3; opacity: 0.85; -moz-opacity: 0.85;][atrb=border,3,true][atrb=bordercolor,ffffff,true][bg=5499E3][atrb=width,490,true][atrb=height,330,true][atrb=background,http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs16/f/2007/185/5/7/Wood_Wallpaper_by_stenosis.jpg][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] mollie greigh rigby   NICKNAME: Greigh AGE: Nineteen FACE CLAIM: Kaya Scodelario GROUP: Hippies ETHNICITY: Caucasian RELIGION: Agnostic SEXUALITY: Pansexual OCCUPATION: Student SUBJECTS: Psychology and Sociology POSITIVE TRAITS: open-minded, honest, thoughtful, determined, strong, easily amused, curious, intuitive, intelligent and fun to be around. NEGATIVE TRAITS: unfocused, easily bored, blabbermouth, anxious, forceful, spontaneous, twisted, unbreakable, mysterious, and loud. LIKES: speaking her mind, animals, flying, fighting for what she believes in, people watching DISLIKES: shoes, having nothing to do, the thought of eating meat, the social norm GOALS: reach the ultimate high, receive top marks in her classes FEARS: leg injuries, losing intelligence, isolation SECRETS: though she pretends to be fine on her own, she really does crave the help of others. she is aware of the circumstances of her sister's murder, but refuses to speak out. FAMILY: At one point in time, there was four members of the Rigby family. There was the lovely couple of Christian and Mirah, and their two stunning daughters Wynter and Mollie. It wasn't long until that changed. HISTORY: Mollie Greigh Rigby opened up her eyes for the first time on January second. She was brought home to a lovely family of three. Her parents were an average age for their second child. She had an older sister who was four years older than her, and boy did she like to play. The two were relatively inseparable until the double digits hit. Until she turned ten, Wynter would parade around the world solving crimes with her little sidekick sister, who would follow along with everything that she said. It was cool of course, to have an older sister. However, the feelings weren't reciprocated. Her friends didn't think little sisters were cool. So, their relationship was rocky for ages. Wynter became your plastic party girl. She hung out with the 'right' crowed. See, Mollie was never into that. She never wanted to be like everyone else. She liked observing actions from a distance. She stopped eating meat when she turned twelve, and the idea continues to disgust her. While her family would go out for steaks, she would stay home munching on carrot sticks. It stayed this way until Wynter was eighteen. When she moved out of the house, everything changed. It's been three months since they have heard anything about Wynter. No phone calls, emails, pictures, responses, nothing. Her parents were worried. Mollie could've cared less. Sure, she didn't want her sister to be dead or something, but she was of age now. She could take care of herself. Or, at least, that's what she thought. Mollie was sixteen her older sister came knocking on her bedroom window with tears steaming down her face. "You have to help me. I'm in trouble." And she did. You have to believe that she tried to help the best that she could, but it was hopeless. Wynter had stolen drugs from a very important dealer, and he wasn't playing around. She was found dead a week and half later. The family moved to Vegas shortly after the memorial. They didn't want to be in a town that was forced to be associated with the death of their pride and joy. When she turned eighteen, she was accepted into a college, where she chose to be a psychology major. Observing people was always her specialty. Now, the only thing she had to do was live her life as if she knew nothing. MY NAME IS CHY AND I'VE BEEN BREATHING AIR FOR SIXTEEN YEARS. I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR FIVE. MY OTHER CHARACTER'S ARE NOT EXISTING?. |
