[hider=Mallaidh][center][h1][b][color=cd4500]Mallaidh Lynch[/color][/b][/h1][hider=][img]https://orig00.deviantart.net/2576/f/2013/210/2/5/androgynous_ginger_jesus_by_cap_a_pie-d6frm08.jpg[/img][/hider][color=cd4500][i]"Some days it takes all I have not to give up"[/i][/color][/center][hr][b][color=cd4500]Name:[/color][/b] Mallaidh Lynch (born Malcom)
[b][color=cd4500]Alias:[/color][/b] Molly
[b][color=cd4500]Age:[/color][/b] 22
[b][color=cd4500]Gender:[/color][/b] Female (assigned male at birth)
[b][color=cd4500]Nationality:[/color][/b] Ireland[hr][b][color=cd4500]Appearance:[/color][/b] A quasi-androgynous face is mostly hidden beneath a mop of orange hair that spills in thick curls to halfway down her neck. An aquiline nose pokes past the curtain of fringe, which comes to a stop above faintly painted lips – as though makeup was applied and smeared away repeatedly. Her eyes, if one was able to see them, sparkle in the light, a pale blue. The clothing she wears varies, but a common thread is that it is always oversized and lumpy, hiding her physique beneath folds of multiple layers. [hr][b][color=cd4500]History:[/color][/b][hider=History] 
Molly was born the fifth son of a staunchly Catholic family of fisherfolk and construction workers. The family had lived in the same ramshackle house for generations. 

School was rough for her; the abrasion of ideals between those of her upbringing and those upheld by her school, and a lot of the other students, led to the butting of heads. However, eventually she became less violently opposed to differing ideals, as she grew older, and she realised things about her family and herself that she had been supressing or ignoring. Home life became uncomfortable after that, and any attempt she made to question her family was met with scorn, and, on more than one occasion, the cane. 

Instead of joining the family trade, Molly’s academic promise landed her on a biology course in a university over two hundred miles away. By then, she couldn’t leave fast enough. It was a freeing experience. At last, she was surrounded by open-minded people, not just in class, but in the dorms too. It was somewhat of a rebirth, though not nearly as extreme. During this time, she met her first and, to date, only boyfriend. He introduced her to a lot of interests Molly still maintains, and shared many defining moments with her, and she loved him. At the time she thought she must have simply been gay, but groups and friend circles she orbited eventually led her to a different, and foregone, conclusion. Not long after she started HRT and decided upon the name Mallaidh. 

Coming out to her boyfriend took a lot of time and she tried and failed twice, but when she finally did… well, it went a lot different to how she hoped. Asking if it was “some kind of joke" led to a heated argument that he stormed out of. The few times she saw him since he made a show of ignoring her. He left her with a broken heart, a neutered trust, and a much more insidious parting gift. 

After that Molly dropped out, it was only her second year, citing mental health issues after her first suicide attempt: a failed drowning in her bath. She returned home and became assistant librarian in her village. When she told her family of what she had discovered about herself, she was met with ridicule, and has not raised the issue since. Then still call her Malcom, every day. Every. Single. Day.

Every two weeks she made the journey to the largest nearby town, collecting her medication – not just HRT and antidepressants, but fixed-dose combination ARVs too. She had her boyfriend to thank for needing those. It was also why she was told she’d not be able to have her desired surgery performed. She refused the consolatory offer of therapy sessions. She felt hollow for weeks after that. 

Adrift in the sea of life, hopeless and without direction, dysphoric in her own body, and feeling the side-effects of all her medications, she planned to end her life by jumping off a cliff, seeing it as a rather poetic and apt conclusion, to be lost to the depths.

It was then that Neem appeared to her, on the clifftop shrouded in twilight. He came as a face in the negative space of a lichen covered boulder. Its voice snuck into her head, offering her change, promising her what she wanted, if she lived and served. A taste was offered, a simple task for a simple reward: a show of power. All she had to do was tie a blue ribbon to the unlocked window of a baby’s bedroom, whilst they slept, without being detected. It would be the first step towards becoming outside what she was inside. Towards acceptance. Towards happiness. Finally. 

And it worked, but the next morning, an article appeared in the newspaper. It was about a missing infant, his room found covered in blood. It was easy to connect the dots. However, before panic and guilt took total hold, the words in the news column rearranged, forming a message that burnt itself into her consciousness. When she blinked, the paper was normal again. 

She had just received her summons.[/hider]
[hr][b][color=cd4500]Sin:[/color][/b] Sloth – Molly often takes the path of least resistance, not enjoying the pressure of challenge of pushing her limits. 
[b][color=cd4500]Virtue:[/color][/b] Humility – partly due to the extremely low opinion she has of herself, and partly due to her religious upbringing.

[b][color=cd4500]Personality:[/color][/b] The driving force behind many of her actions is the desire to be accepted. She gets great gratification from validation, something she has been starved of. Because of this she tends to pay a lot of compliments, though is extremely self-conscious. She will warm quickly to kind and calm people, but generally distances herself from those that are too loud as she finds them abrasive. If you were to ask her, she’d say her best qualities are her capacity for forgiveness and her open-mindedness. 

[hr][b][color=cd4500]Skills:[/color][/b] 
[color=cd4500][i]Basic Lock-picking[/i][/color] – Since her pact requires a window to not be locked, she figured it’d be a good idea to learn how to unlock them without a key. Only having read the first few chapters of an instructional manual on the subject, and having no practice, since the window she found was already open, her knowledge is limited. It is doubtful she’d be able to open anything but the most rudimentary of locks. 
[color=cd4500][i]Dewey Decimal System Knowledge[/i][/color] – having spent time as an assistant librarian, Molly is fluent in the classification system. 
[color=cd4500][i]Knot tying[/i][/color] – Despite not going into the same business as her family, it does not mean they did not try to make her. She knows a wide variety of knots for multiple situations, and what would be most applicable when. 
[color=cd4500][i]Speed Reader[/i][/color] – She can read about twice as fast as is average for somebody her age. 

[b][color=cd4500]Equipment:[/color][/b] A reel of blue ribbon and lock-picking book, and a dog-eared book of poems with "M.L. + B.R." written inside a scribbled heart on the first page.
[b][color=cd4500]Other:[/color][/b] "I walk this path alone, who would walk with me?"[hr][h3][b][color=cd4500]Pacts[/color][/b][/h3]
[b][color=cd4500]Name:[/color][/b] Neem
[b][color=cd4500]Titles:[/color][/b] The Empty
[b][color=cd4500]Ranking:[/color][/b] 1
[b][color=cd4500]Domains:[/color][/b] Lies and Trickery, Summer Nights, Despair, Empty Spaces, Dreaming
[b][color=cd4500]Appearance:[/color][/b] Often Neem will appear as a simple face or the vague semblance of a body in negative space, preferring natural formations, such as those from clouds, or leaves snared by the wind. The voice that accompanies invades your mind, slow and sombre. 
[b][color=cd4500]Gifts:[/color][/b] 
[list][*][i][color=cd4500]Gift Name:[/color][/i] Augmented intonation 
[*][i][color=cd4500]Effect:[/color][/i] After paying the cost Molly must sleep before receiving her boon, but thereafter, for one day she will have the capability of perfectly mimicking up to three different voices, provided she has heard them before.
[*][i][color=cd4500]Cost:[/color][/i] The cost is simple enough: one must find an unlocked bed room window belonging to a young child, or unlock it themselves, and mark it with a length blue ribbon, tied in a bow. Being detected during the process voids the payment. [/list]
[b][color=cd4500]Summon Cost:[/color][/b] Her most prized possession and an object made of gold must be destroyed.
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