Name: Jo Personal LJ:inglouriously Contact Info: Plurk & AIM: joisaverage, email: joree.cisneros@gmail.com Other Characters Played: N/A Preferred Housing: 435 Peepers Street, with permission.
Character Name: Molly Hooper Character Series:Sherlock (BBC) Character Age: 31 Background: Born in Oxford, Molly was raised by her English professor father and her mother, a nurse. She was an only child, and so she grew up playing by herself for the most part. Most of the neighborhood children were afraid of Professor Hooper, a foreboding man outwardly, and thought Molly quite strange, and correctly so. She was a strange little girl, collecting dead birds from the yard and dissecting them, just to see what was inside. She had a fascination with death and other morbid affairs, which earned her a further reputation as an odd duck. In school, she was good at most subjects, but she especially liked science, and by Year 10 she was already taking advanced biology and chemistry in an effort to learn as much as possible. She completed her A-Levels and then completed her pre-med degree at Oxford. During her university years, she didn't make much in the way of friends, preferring to work hard at getting high marks instead of going out and socializing.
After University, Molly was accepted to St. Barts and completed her clinicals and medical degree there. At first, her goal was to become a pediatrician, but after completing her pediatric rotation and dealing with the death of a patient, she decided it wasn't for her. Watching a child die and seeing the parents' reaction was not something she wanted to do for the rest of her life. Her fascination with death and dying, while unfortunate as a child, was benifical here, and led her to become a forensic pathologist, and so she finished her degree in just that concentration. It was easier for her to deal with the dead—they were far easier to handle, and didn't feel pain or suffering. Her fellow students found her comfort and easy familiarity with the dead off-putting, but she didn't mind, and was hired on at Barts after graduation as a morgue attendant. Sadly, it wasn't long after being hired that her father fell ill, and within the year he passed away from kidney failure. Molly was especially close with her father, so this was a hard blow, and caused her to revert even further into her shell, spending much of her time at work and throwing herself into work. It was there that she met Sherlock Holmes, and was presented with the dilemma of being in his aquaintance. Now she lives in London, and occasionally assists Sherlock and John with their cases, mostly fetching coffee and bending morgue rules.
Personality: Sweet and shy for the most part, Molly initially comes off as mousy, even gawky, despite her age. She's earned the nickname 'Little Miss Perfect' from her coworkers, a name she accepts despite its ill will, because she is a perfectionist. Far from perfect, though, she has a tendency to babble, especially around a certain handsome detective, and doesn't really understand the finer points of social interaction, or that nobody particularly wants to hear about her cat or the latest episode of Glee. To her, this is as exciting as her life gets, with dates far and few between, and little desire (at least outwardly) to go out. She tries to keep her cool, maintaining a (mostly) professional and friendly demeanor and being as helpful as possible in order not to be deemed useless, but her efforts often fall short.
However, there's a reason for her quietness, and her shyness—she's afraid to put herself out there, to make herself known. Sticking her neck out means taking a risk, and that's something Molly hate's to do. It's easier for her to stay in her little shell and be safe, than to take her chances and wind up getting hurt. She's especially learned this through her experiences with Sherlock, being shot down at every turn. Her most notable trait, however, is her loyalty. She remains a faithful ally through most any kind of adversity, as long as she believes in the person or cause. To her, it's worth it to bend rules for Sherlock so that he can perform important experiments, even if they're not all that important in reality, and it might be more beneficial to her personally to stand up for herself. She's very selfless, though, and her self esteem isn't so high that she can always see the benefits of doing so.
In conversation, Molly is far less smooth and concise than she'd like to be, often stumbling over words or stuttering or just trailing off when it becomes clear that nobody is interested. She's painfully obvious in her attempts to flirt, but the finer points of subtlety are lost to her. However, she's always as nice as she can be, feeling that it never hurts anybody to show a little kindness, whether or not the receiving party deserves it. This might end up getting her hurt more than it helps, but with her sunny outlook, Molly rarely finds it in her to gripe (at least, out loud) or to be rude. She has the rare emotional outburst, but it is usually followed by mumbled apologies, essentially trying to invalidate her complaint.
Quirks-wise, Molly has a tendency to go off on tangents in the process of relating to others, without meaning to or really realizing she's doing it. She wears clothes that are cutesy, covered in vintage florals, corduroy, and sweaters that are just on this side of tacky. She dresses for comfort, though, and she likes her clothes, no matter what anyone else might think of them. The same goes for her taste in music. She's a huge lover of Elvis Costello and Burt Bacharach alike, and is an avid fan of the American series Glee. And, of course, she loves her cat Toby more than anything in the world—well, almost.
Abilities: None.
Sample Entry:
[Molly's settling into the housewife routine well, for someone who's never really cared about cleaning or cooking or any of that, besides basic tidying up and popping a frozen dinner into the microwave. She feels like Snow White here, minus birds helping out. The birds only like to shit on her windowsills.
Her windowsills? She's never thought anything like that before. She's never really thought of things as hers. The cat, the flat, the curling iron. Possession has never really worked its way into her vocabulary before.
Strange, too, how she's fallen into the wife role. Here, she'd been thinking there was something wrong with her, that she'd never find anyone, and now she's been just handed a husband, and kids to boot. She'd like to have had the whole baby experience, maybe fallen in love before marriage, but you can't have everything you want, after all. Maybe this is less than ideal, but that's life.
She pulls a tray of cookies out of the oven, setting it on the cooling rack and smoothing down her apron. Then, leaning out the window, spreading the shutters wide, she calls out to the kids in the backyard:]
Molly Hooper / Sherlock / Unreserved
Personal LJ:
Contact Info: Plurk & AIM: joisaverage, email: joree.cisneros@gmail.com
Other Characters Played: N/A
Preferred Housing: 435 Peepers Street, with permission.
Character Name: Molly Hooper
Character Series: Sherlock (BBC)
Character Age: 31
Background: Born in Oxford, Molly was raised by her English professor father and her mother, a nurse. She was an only child, and so she grew up playing by herself for the most part. Most of the neighborhood children were afraid of Professor Hooper, a foreboding man outwardly, and thought Molly quite strange, and correctly so. She was a strange little girl, collecting dead birds from the yard and dissecting them, just to see what was inside. She had a fascination with death and other morbid affairs, which earned her a further reputation as an odd duck. In school, she was good at most subjects, but she especially liked science, and by Year 10 she was already taking advanced biology and chemistry in an effort to learn as much as possible. She completed her A-Levels and then completed her pre-med degree at Oxford. During her university years, she didn't make much in the way of friends, preferring to work hard at getting high marks instead of going out and socializing.
After University, Molly was accepted to St. Barts and completed her clinicals and medical degree there. At first, her goal was to become a pediatrician, but after completing her pediatric rotation and dealing with the death of a patient, she decided it wasn't for her. Watching a child die and seeing the parents' reaction was not something she wanted to do for the rest of her life. Her fascination with death and dying, while unfortunate as a child, was benifical here, and led her to become a forensic pathologist, and so she finished her degree in just that concentration. It was easier for her to deal with the dead—they were far easier to handle, and didn't feel pain or suffering. Her fellow students found her comfort and easy familiarity with the dead off-putting, but she didn't mind, and was hired on at Barts after graduation as a morgue attendant. Sadly, it wasn't long after being hired that her father fell ill, and within the year he passed away from kidney failure. Molly was especially close with her father, so this was a hard blow, and caused her to revert even further into her shell, spending much of her time at work and throwing herself into work. It was there that she met Sherlock Holmes, and was presented with the dilemma of being in his aquaintance. Now she lives in London, and occasionally assists Sherlock and John with their cases, mostly fetching coffee and bending morgue rules.
Personality: Sweet and shy for the most part, Molly initially comes off as mousy, even gawky, despite her age. She's earned the nickname 'Little Miss Perfect' from her coworkers, a name she accepts despite its ill will, because she is a perfectionist. Far from perfect, though, she has a tendency to babble, especially around a certain handsome detective, and doesn't really understand the finer points of social interaction, or that nobody particularly wants to hear about her cat or the latest episode of Glee. To her, this is as exciting as her life gets, with dates far and few between, and little desire (at least outwardly) to go out. She tries to keep her cool, maintaining a (mostly) professional and friendly demeanor and being as helpful as possible in order not to be deemed useless, but her efforts often fall short.
However, there's a reason for her quietness, and her shyness—she's afraid to put herself out there, to make herself known. Sticking her neck out means taking a risk, and that's something Molly hate's to do. It's easier for her to stay in her little shell and be safe, than to take her chances and wind up getting hurt. She's especially learned this through her experiences with Sherlock, being shot down at every turn. Her most notable trait, however, is her loyalty. She remains a faithful ally through most any kind of adversity, as long as she believes in the person or cause. To her, it's worth it to bend rules for Sherlock so that he can perform important experiments, even if they're not all that important in reality, and it might be more beneficial to her personally to stand up for herself. She's very selfless, though, and her self esteem isn't so high that she can always see the benefits of doing so.
In conversation, Molly is far less smooth and concise than she'd like to be, often stumbling over words or stuttering or just trailing off when it becomes clear that nobody is interested. She's painfully obvious in her attempts to flirt, but the finer points of subtlety are lost to her. However, she's always as nice as she can be, feeling that it never hurts anybody to show a little kindness, whether or not the receiving party deserves it. This might end up getting her hurt more than it helps, but with her sunny outlook, Molly rarely finds it in her to gripe (at least, out loud) or to be rude. She has the rare emotional outburst, but it is usually followed by mumbled apologies, essentially trying to invalidate her complaint.
Quirks-wise, Molly has a tendency to go off on tangents in the process of relating to others, without meaning to or really realizing she's doing it. She wears clothes that are cutesy, covered in vintage florals, corduroy, and sweaters that are just on this side of tacky. She dresses for comfort, though, and she likes her clothes, no matter what anyone else might think of them. The same goes for her taste in music. She's a huge lover of Elvis Costello and Burt Bacharach alike, and is an avid fan of the American series Glee. And, of course, she loves her cat Toby more than anything in the world—well, almost.
Abilities: None.
Sample Entry:
[Molly's settling into the housewife routine well, for someone who's never really cared about cleaning or cooking or any of that, besides basic tidying up and popping a frozen dinner into the microwave. She feels like Snow White here, minus birds helping out. The birds only like to shit on her windowsills.
Her windowsills? She's never thought anything like that before. She's never really thought of things as hers. The cat, the flat, the curling iron. Possession has never really worked its way into her vocabulary before.
Strange, too, how she's fallen into the wife role. Here, she'd been thinking there was something wrong with her, that she'd never find anyone, and now she's been just handed a husband, and kids to boot. She'd like to have had the whole baby experience, maybe fallen in love before marriage, but you can't have everything you want, after all. Maybe this is less than ideal, but that's life.
She pulls a tray of cookies out of the oven, setting it on the cooling rack and smoothing down her apron. Then, leaning out the window, spreading the shutters wide, she calls out to the kids in the backyard:]
Cookies are ready, darlings!