Post by Fox on Mar 22, 2020 2:41:45 GMT -5
Amalthea "Molly" Flueve
Other Names: Molly, Princess Buttercup
Epithet: N/A
Height: 3’1”
Build: Childlike, Toned
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Race: Half Horse Mink, Half Dwarf
Occupation: Doctor
Bounty: 700,000
Total X-Poinz: 300
Used X-Poinz: 250
{Full XPz Breakdown}
Earned X-Poinz Record:
Rebate X-Poinz Record:
Earned X-Poinz Record:
Rebate X-Poinz Record:
- 현장 수술 "Field Surgery"
+125 (R2 Equipment Purchase)
-125 (하늘의 바퀴 "Heaven's Wheel" - R2 Tech)
Remaining Rebate XPz: 0
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Damsel Syndrome
Manipulative
Pragmatic
Blunt
Emotionally Distant
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Personnel File
}Personality
Damsel Syndrome
Molly has been forced to be a pretend princess for so long that some part of her has bought into the delusion. She craves attention and puts on frilly airs. She likes to feel helpless and have someone come to her rescue. That someone who rescues her can become a bit of an obsession for her as she projects certain expectations on them and herself.
Manipulative
Living under the thumb of her owners and being the favorite of the slaves made Molly very aware of how useful it can be to act differently from how she felt inside. She puts on a cutesy childish act around others and lays on the sweetness and sugar to get what she wants. She isn’t afraid to throw a tantrum or behave childishly if it will help her get what she wants in the end.
Pragmatic
Despite living in a horrific fantasy for most of her life, Molly always considers what choice will yield the greatest benefit. She’s ruled by the logic that managed to keep her alive. She won’t take unnecessary risk unless she absolutely has to. She’s brutally realistic, and it was one of the reasons why she never joined any escape attempts from her living hell. There was no guarantee that it would work out well.
Blunt
When she’s not putting on an act, Molly is incredibly straightforward with her words and actions to the point of being almost harsh. She’ll be brutally honest and say what she thinks without a filter. This didn’t earn her many popularity points in the past among her fellow slaves.
Emotionally Distant
Due to the constant loss throughout her life, Molly has closed herself off emotionally. She doesn’t easily let herself grow close to others for fear of losing them like she has everyone else in her life. That being said, once she is attached to someone, she cares very deeply for them.
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Appearance
Molly is quite short, about the size of a very young human child. For that reason, she often gets mistaken as one. She has fuzzy horse ears and a bushy tail denoting her mink and dwarf heritage. Her forearms and shins are covered in a layer of horse fur which taper up her arms and legs. Her hair and fur are a light sky blue with her fur being just a few shades lighter than her hair. Despite her childish outward appearance, Molly’s body is rather muscular and shapely when she wears clothes that accentuate her figure. She has a scar in the middle of her forehead where Eloise forced a horn into it so that she could be a unicorn princess.
Preferring to wear cute clothes, Molly covers up most signs of her mixed heritage in public. She wears dresses that can hide her tail and hats that cover her ears. To cover up her arms, she generally has to wear long sleeved dresses, which truly exhaust her in most kinds of heat. When she isn’t dressing to disguise herself, Molly wears hot pants and crop tops that show off her body. If she’s intending to do any medical work, she’ll wear her white coat and gloves over her casualwear.
Preferring to wear cute clothes, Molly covers up most signs of her mixed heritage in public. She wears dresses that can hide her tail and hats that cover her ears. To cover up her arms, she generally has to wear long sleeved dresses, which truly exhaust her in most kinds of heat. When she isn’t dressing to disguise herself, Molly wears hot pants and crop tops that show off her body. If she’s intending to do any medical work, she’ll wear her white coat and gloves over her casualwear.
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Princess Power
Rapid Royalty
Ice Queen
Heated Heart
Dollish Durability
Electro
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Name: 현장 수술 ("Field Surgery")
Focus: Precision Attacks, Medicine, Electro
Class: E
Description:
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Name: 하늘의 바퀴 ("Heaven's Wheel")
Fighting Style: 현장 수술 ("Field Surgery")
Rank: 2
Description:
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Name: 하늘 포수 ("Sky Catchers")
Fighting Style:
Rank: 2
Description:
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Combat Data
}Traits
Princess Power
Due to her heritage as a half mink half-dwarf hybrid, Molly possesses natural strength that belies her tiny body. She can lift huge boulders and shoulder loads that seem impossible for ordinary humans much less someone resembling a little girl.
Rapid Royalty
Molly’s dwarven heritage gives her a lot of natural speed. She’s fast and hard to hit while she’s moving about. She has the edge on any ordinary person. This does not apply underwater. She is a terrible swimmer.
Ice Queen
The fur on Molly’s forearms and shins provide her some insulation against the cold. She’s also small and built compactly, so her body tends to store more heat. She would be just fine walking through a blizzard in normal clothing.
Heated Heart
Unfortunately, as good as Molly’s body is at storing and conserving heat, it isn’t as good at regulating it. Prolonged exposure to heat or fire will cause her to overheat and become sluggish and weak.
Dollish Durability
Through a grueling adolescence, Molly has trained her body to be able to withstand punishing blows. This training has actually dulled her sensation of pain, which can be problematic for reasons of its own. She can still take damage, of course, but it’ll take longer for it to slow her down than others.
Electro
Electro is an inherent ability that allows Molly to generate an electrical charge from her fur to empower her close combat attacks. Techniques that use Electro have their Rank increased by 1, with Electro itself being treated like an Aspect.
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Fighting Styles
Name: 현장 수술 ("Field Surgery")
Focus: Precision Attacks, Medicine, Electro
Class: E
Description:
Combining her knowledge of the medical field and the precise skill required, Molly applies her experience treating injuries to cause injury as well as give her allies a potential temporary boost. She uses a variety of techniques and medicine to attack. She also utilizes two chakrams called the Sky Catchers to deliver an electric charge to her opponents.
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Techniques
Name: 하늘의 바퀴 ("Heaven's Wheel")
Fighting Style: 현장 수술 ("Field Surgery")
Rank: 2
Description:
Charging one of the Sky Catchers with Electro, Molly lobs it at an opponent to slash and electrocute from range. It travels in a circular arc, returning to where it was thrown originally.
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Equipment
Name: 하늘 포수 ("Sky Catchers")
Fighting Style:
Rank: 2
Description:
The Sky Catchers are twin chakram that are giant compared to Molly. They're made from some sort of pink metal and trimmed with gold. The rubber handle is in the center of the chakram surrounded by circular blades. The Sky Catchers have jagged spikes reminiscent of lightning jutting out from the blade that enables Molly to catch opponent's blades.
- Electromagnet
The Sky Catchers have a wire coiled inside of its metal blades that Molly can send an electric current through via her Electro abilities. This makes the Sky Catchers magnetized and enables them to attract or repel other metal objects. They can also hold an electric charge for longer than normal.
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Background
}Born on a small, remote island in the New World, Molly was raised by her dwarf mother. Her childhood was happy if plagued by some teasing from the other dwarf children. She towered over even adults at that age. Her mother always comforted her, and Molly even learned how to use her size to become popular with the other children by giving them rides up on her head and shoulders. Life was good up until her early teenage years. A little while after Molly turned fourteen, some humans arrived on her island.
The humans attacked her village, capturing all the dwarves that they could, herself included. Molly tried to struggle and resist in order to find her mother, but one of the humans hit her in the head and knocked her out. When she next awoke, Molly was on a ship at sea bound in chains and a collar, headed to an unknown destination. Around her were some other dwarves, both children and adults. They all looked scared, which didn’t make Molly feel much better herself.
They arrived on the Sabaody Archipelago and were sold as slaves in an auction house. Molly and a couple of other dwarves from her tribe were purchased as in a large set. Taken away on another long voyage, Molly tried her best to be brave for the other dwarves and dwarf children around her. She promised a small group of kids that wouldn’t let anything happen to them, which seemed to reassure them at least a little.
A huge castle loomed over them as they arrived. Molly looked up in awe and wonder that such places existed. It was like something out of a storybook. That girlish fantasy was soon shattered when she and the other dwarves were guided to an enormous playroom. There were miniature castles and play sets scattered all about, but so were the broken bodies of other dwarves. Molly froze as fear seized her. What was going to happen to them? The answer was soon coming.
As they were released from their shackles, they were told by the butler that they were to be the noble daughter’s playthings. If any of them caused harm to her, they would be killed on the spot. The daughter Eloise soon appeared behind the butler. She was practically the size of him already. It was like how she towered over most of the adults these days. Something not human was mixed up with her. The first thing Eloise did was snatch up Molly by her arm. She let out a yelp, which made Eloise scowl.
It was then that Molly started learning to abide by whatever rules that Eloise laid down. Don’t speak unless prompted to. Don’t make unladylike sounds. Molly became one of Eloise’s favorites. She dressed Molly up in princess costumes and made her act the part. The dwarves from her village were often made to play the part of her rescuers. She watched with horror as Eloise smashed and bashed them around and barked at them to get back up to do it all over again.
When playtime was over each day, Molly would check on her friends. Most of them didn’t survive day one, but those that did avoided her spitefully. She had gotten off easy, they said. The adults were a little more forgiving. They taught Molly how to look after her wounds and the wounds of others, which was a practice that she kept up after each playtime. She even forced her treatments on her unwilling friends.
Unfortunately, as time passed, so too did the dwarves that she had arrived with. A toss into the wall led to a broken neck. Sometimes Eloise just squeezed too hard and too long and strangled the life out of them. One way or another, they all died. She somehow stuck around as Eloise’s favorite. Being the favorite entailed a lot of broken bones, but her body seemed just more resilient than the others. New groups of dwarves came to replace the ones that died in a cycle. They never lasted longer than a year or two. Molly did her best to treat their injuries, but something would always happen.
She began to dream about a white knight coming to the tower that Eloise always put her in and rescuing her from this ceaseless horror. There was a time after several years that Eloise deigned not to play with them. And, after a long time with no playtime, Molly dared to hope that they might be released or at least that there would be a different purpose for them. A less lethal purpose. But it wasn’t meant to be. After Eloise came her little sister Angelina. The nightmare resumed all over again, and Molly couldn’t take it.
In the dead of the night, Molly ran away. She ran without bringing any of the other slaves. There had been escape attempts in the past, but they had all ended in failure. She knew. Eloise had taken great delight in telling her all about it. They hadn’t survived. But, Molly would rather die than spend one second more living that nightmare. She couldn’t wait for a prince or a white knight. She was going to die if she stayed. Angelina was more rough and horrible.
Molly arrived at the port and tried to book passage on a boat to anywhere else. Unfortunately, the noble family had already taken notice of her absence. Plastered on every board or signpost was her face and a reward of 700,000 beri for her capture. It wasn’t long before she was spotted. And it also wasn’t very long before she was dragged back to the castle. Molly expected to die for her escape. It was what had happened to the others. But, thanks to Eloise pleading with her father, she was just thrown back into the playroom to be mangled by Angelina.
It was then that she realized just how helpless she was. She was the princess in the high tower. She was a damsel in distress. Someone to be rescued by a white knight. Molly just hoped that her white knight would come for her soon. Someone had to come free her. She couldn’t do it for herself. She didn’t even dare to try again. And like that, years passed by on and on. Molly occasionally snuck out into the castle to steal booze to forget her troubles. She honed her medical skills and managed to save a lot of dwarves. But their gratitude didn’t make her happy. She didn’t let herself get close to them. They would just die later in a horrible accident. The only one that could save her. Save any of them was her white knight. Wherever he was.
The humans attacked her village, capturing all the dwarves that they could, herself included. Molly tried to struggle and resist in order to find her mother, but one of the humans hit her in the head and knocked her out. When she next awoke, Molly was on a ship at sea bound in chains and a collar, headed to an unknown destination. Around her were some other dwarves, both children and adults. They all looked scared, which didn’t make Molly feel much better herself.
They arrived on the Sabaody Archipelago and were sold as slaves in an auction house. Molly and a couple of other dwarves from her tribe were purchased as in a large set. Taken away on another long voyage, Molly tried her best to be brave for the other dwarves and dwarf children around her. She promised a small group of kids that wouldn’t let anything happen to them, which seemed to reassure them at least a little.
A huge castle loomed over them as they arrived. Molly looked up in awe and wonder that such places existed. It was like something out of a storybook. That girlish fantasy was soon shattered when she and the other dwarves were guided to an enormous playroom. There were miniature castles and play sets scattered all about, but so were the broken bodies of other dwarves. Molly froze as fear seized her. What was going to happen to them? The answer was soon coming.
As they were released from their shackles, they were told by the butler that they were to be the noble daughter’s playthings. If any of them caused harm to her, they would be killed on the spot. The daughter Eloise soon appeared behind the butler. She was practically the size of him already. It was like how she towered over most of the adults these days. Something not human was mixed up with her. The first thing Eloise did was snatch up Molly by her arm. She let out a yelp, which made Eloise scowl.
It was then that Molly started learning to abide by whatever rules that Eloise laid down. Don’t speak unless prompted to. Don’t make unladylike sounds. Molly became one of Eloise’s favorites. She dressed Molly up in princess costumes and made her act the part. The dwarves from her village were often made to play the part of her rescuers. She watched with horror as Eloise smashed and bashed them around and barked at them to get back up to do it all over again.
When playtime was over each day, Molly would check on her friends. Most of them didn’t survive day one, but those that did avoided her spitefully. She had gotten off easy, they said. The adults were a little more forgiving. They taught Molly how to look after her wounds and the wounds of others, which was a practice that she kept up after each playtime. She even forced her treatments on her unwilling friends.
Unfortunately, as time passed, so too did the dwarves that she had arrived with. A toss into the wall led to a broken neck. Sometimes Eloise just squeezed too hard and too long and strangled the life out of them. One way or another, they all died. She somehow stuck around as Eloise’s favorite. Being the favorite entailed a lot of broken bones, but her body seemed just more resilient than the others. New groups of dwarves came to replace the ones that died in a cycle. They never lasted longer than a year or two. Molly did her best to treat their injuries, but something would always happen.
She began to dream about a white knight coming to the tower that Eloise always put her in and rescuing her from this ceaseless horror. There was a time after several years that Eloise deigned not to play with them. And, after a long time with no playtime, Molly dared to hope that they might be released or at least that there would be a different purpose for them. A less lethal purpose. But it wasn’t meant to be. After Eloise came her little sister Angelina. The nightmare resumed all over again, and Molly couldn’t take it.
In the dead of the night, Molly ran away. She ran without bringing any of the other slaves. There had been escape attempts in the past, but they had all ended in failure. She knew. Eloise had taken great delight in telling her all about it. They hadn’t survived. But, Molly would rather die than spend one second more living that nightmare. She couldn’t wait for a prince or a white knight. She was going to die if she stayed. Angelina was more rough and horrible.
Molly arrived at the port and tried to book passage on a boat to anywhere else. Unfortunately, the noble family had already taken notice of her absence. Plastered on every board or signpost was her face and a reward of 700,000 beri for her capture. It wasn’t long before she was spotted. And it also wasn’t very long before she was dragged back to the castle. Molly expected to die for her escape. It was what had happened to the others. But, thanks to Eloise pleading with her father, she was just thrown back into the playroom to be mangled by Angelina.
It was then that she realized just how helpless she was. She was the princess in the high tower. She was a damsel in distress. Someone to be rescued by a white knight. Molly just hoped that her white knight would come for her soon. Someone had to come free her. She couldn’t do it for herself. She didn’t even dare to try again. And like that, years passed by on and on. Molly occasionally snuck out into the castle to steal booze to forget her troubles. She honed her medical skills and managed to save a lot of dwarves. But their gratitude didn’t make her happy. She didn’t let herself get close to them. They would just die later in a horrible accident. The only one that could save her. Save any of them was her white knight. Wherever he was.
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