CHARACTER INFO
Full Name: Mollie Adelyn Franklin Nickname(s): Molls, M. Age: 39 Birthdate: June 7, 1981 Sexuality: Hetero-flexible Occupation: Art Gallerist Neighborhood: Coral Reef (formerly Northshore)
(a messy bio can be found below)
Bio:
(tw: death, incarceration)
Mollie was the first child and eldest daughter born to Colson & Scarlett in San Diego, California. It was a picturesque childhood, the sort that she would later look back at fondly but maybe that was just because she didn’t want to remember any of the bad. Sure her mom had beyond high expectations for Mollie, but what mother didn’t? She was still the mom a lot of her friends growing up envied and when Mollie became a big sister at nine, well it was just more love to go around, right? Or maybe just more pressure put on their eldest daughter to be more than she already was. But God she would have taken it all back, all the fighting, the breakdowns and need to please her parents again if it meant that she wouldn’t lose them at 19.
June 3, 2000, just a few days before her birthday and the last day Colson and Scarlett were supposed to spend on their anniversary vacation was also their last day. They never came home. One scuba diving accident later and two girls were left as orphans.
Fate was cruel for Mollie, but her little sister who was only ten at the time was destined to end up in the system because even at nineteen Mollie wasn’t fit to take care of a child, especially with the track record of bad behavior the courts wouldn’t have overlooked so easily. So she did what anyone desperate enough to do would, she found a way out. Her attempt to somehow spite her parents in her teen years meant she had questionable friends and those questionable friends knew some questionable people. The type who could help her execute this convoluted lie to place Mollie’s little sister in the care of their grandmother…their deceased grandmother.
And twenty years ago to date, Mollie and her little sister arrived in Eastcliff. Chosen with a juvenile tactic of closing their eyes and pointing to the first place they saw on the map. The girls didn’t have much if anything at all. Now it could. have been assumed they would have but Mollie’s parents never wrote a will and the courts took everything. Everything but the few items of value Mollie stashed in her backpack to later pawn off for money. (everything but one necklace that belonged to her mother.)
So they were here, Eastcliff, California on a Sunday afternoon seated in front of an ice cream shop with no plan, no place to stay, and strawberry ice cream cones to melt away their troubles. Or lead them directly into trouble. He was young, handsome, and seemed to have all the answers and it all started in an abandoned studio right across the street. An art gallery that was popular in the 60s and 70s but met its demise in the late 80s.
Everything was planned out in his life, he just needed a push. He was gonna make it big, yup a big-time MMA fighter and he was gonna live in a big house in Northshore and never let anyone look down on him again. See, he was a product of the system, but he was also was the only one who gave her answers and that was exactly why Mollie put her trust in him and he put his trust in her. A few friends Benjamin (that’s his name) had back east were selling paintings, expensive ones, but fake ones. He got Mollie involved and the rest was history.
Years passed and that art gallery became something, a means of living for her and her sister. The guy, Benjamin, he did become something and someone who never left Mollie’s side. The two cared for each other and by the time she was twenty-eight, she became pregnant. Everything really did seem like it was looking up. Ben got that place in Northshore he always wanted and once again Mollie was at his side. They were happy, a picture-perfect family who welcomed home a baby girl named Layla eleven years ago.
tl;dr — Mollie lost both her parents at 19, did some illegal stuff to get custody of her then 10-year-old sister. The girls ran away to Eastcliff (from San Diego) and that is where Mollie met her future baby daddy, right outside her current art gallery, he ended up in jail when their lies caught up to them.














