#vega.

    If he didn’t take the job, it would’ve been handed over to someone else, someone who wouldn't have any issues with the job description. He had a plan, though, one that would get him a real nice payout. Remaining in the shadows he watched, waiting for the now familiar pink locks to come in to view like clockwork.

   Stepping out behind him when he saw Vega round the corner he grabbed the kid, dragging him into the alley as he pressed a blade to his throat. Not enough pressure to harm too badly, just enough to sting. He only hoped the kid wouldn’t react too badly, it was a pain in the ass when they struggled.

  “Don’t make a fucking sound and I won't hurt you. Got it?”

song yuna & noelle nam - thought this pairing might be fun bc they both come from morally grey backgrounds?? maybe their families are involved with each other (noelle's father is a gang leader). could be another forbidden type of pairing or they just have some type of history

koji tanaka & alex chisaka - they're both filmmakers !! maybe they've worked on a project before or know of each other within the industry... could be like a rivals thing and we could put some type of a fun spin on it

Meet MARTHA “Molly” HARRIS. They are ONE-HUNDRED and FORTY-TWO years old and hail from CLAREMORE, OK. Molly embodies the star, VEGA. They use she/her pronouns. Their faceclaim is MAIA MITCHELL.

Molly reminds me of a fully stocked first aid kit, peter pan collars and bruised knuckles, blurred photographs, tense muscles, a cross tucked in the far back of the jewelry box, deep breathing techniques, a southern drawl, prayers whispered in the dead of night, dusty windowsills, pink pocketknives, and a redemption you can only hope to deserve.

BIOGRAPHY

(TRIGGERS for death, violence, assault. and religion)

For Molly Harris, the very idea of magic was something to be feared. She was born the youngest of five children and the only daughter, to their town’s pastor and his wife, a woman who Molly only knows through stories as she died during childbirth. The Harris family has never known a drop of magic, and within Claremore, withcraft was heresy used to turn others away from God. Molly never imagined that anything about her was out of the ordinary, though looking back on it, she takes note of how easily injuries of hers would heal compared to her brothers’. Her life was simple, comprised of being the good pastor’s daughter and very little else.

Most of her childhood and early adolescence passed by easily. It wasn’t until the age of 13 when Molly realized she was different. While walking home one day, she discovered a cat who’d sustained a broken leg. Her intention had been to move it somewhere safe, but when she picked the poor fellow up, there was a burst of warmth in the tips of her fingers and suddenly, the cat leapt from her arms without any sign of injury. Maybe she had imagined that it had been hurt. Maybe it had been faking. But when a bird fell out of its nest on the Harris family’s roof a few weeks later, and a simple touch managed to fix its busted wing, it was too much to be a coincidence. Molly was terrified when she put two and two together. Had the devil taken hold of her somehow? But if so, why was she able to do something that helped, rather than hurt like she’d always been taught was the only way for magic? She didn’t understand, but she did know that it needed to be kept secret. She could use her powers in peace to do good when people weren’t around, and every other minute of the day, she could be just as normal as the rest of her family

It was a good plan in theory, and one that Molly managed to execute for years. First it was healing wounded animals, then when she found out she could heal sickness as well, she tended to her family under the guise of very good home remedies to get them back on track. All the while, she continued to sit in the front pew of her father’s church, hearing him talk of smiting the wicked and those who went against God’s natural plan. If her abilities meant she would burn in Hell, she would at least do good while on Earth. That all came to a crashing halt right around Molly’s nineteenth birthday. A tragic incident involving one of her brother’s and a buggy left him barely alive; while her father sat at his bedside praying God spare his son, Molly made a sudden decision to stitch up his wounds and heal the internal damage. This wasn’t a stray dog, this was her family. Surely her father would understand that this was a gift.

He did not.

The moment her brother’s wounds were clearly healed, her father turned on his only daughter. The words he shouted at her are one she’ll never forget, nor the way he physically grabbed her while her other brothers worked to restrain him. Worst of all was the accusation that her late mother had consorted with the devil, and Molly was nothing more than his spawn. She had thought that herself countless times, but to have her father think it as well was more than she knew how to handle. A switch was instantly flipped within the Harris household. Molly wasn’t allowed to leave the home, not even to go to church lest she infect the congregation with her sorcery. Her brothers were forbidden to interact with her, though they did occasionally speak to her through her bedroom door when there was no chance of getting caught. And her father’s only acknowledgment of her was in the form of rituals and ceremonies, claiming they would remove the evil from her body but usually only resulted in Molly being left crying on the floor. Her faith quickly began to dwindle; if God were real, why would he have given her these abilities when she’d only ever tried to be good?

The abuse continued for years, long past the time when Molly’s physical aging slowed down. And in all that time, Molly only became angrier. The day came when she finally cracked, and told her father that she would kill him if he didn’t let her go. Molly had no intention of doing so. At the time, she didnt’ know that she was capable of anything outside of healing, but in that moment, she realized that her father was more fearful of her than anything else and she used that to her advantage. When Molly finally stepped outside of her home for the first time in almost two decades, it was a world she barely knew. But it was wide open to her.

The years of trauma and building viciousness had turned Molly into something very different from the good little Christian girl she had once been. She was completely on her own, and learning to navigate this new existence was daunting, but Molly prevailed. She learned to listen and take in the actions of those around, and eventually heard rumors (whispered only in the farthest corners of restaurants and under the breaths of young girls) of a group that claimed to be witches. Actual witches, who made no secret of their magic. Molly followed these rumors to New Orleans, and tracked down the group with no name.

Gaining their trust wasn’t easy, but then again, nothing about Molly’s life had been easy. Once she’d proven herself a valuable asset (the group thrived on making their presence known on violence, and the backfiring of that meant that a healer had a very special place among them), Molly began learning what exactly she was. A witch, yes, but very different from the ugly old women she’d heard about in childhood stories. Beyond that, she learned that she was capable of more than just healing. Healing was her specialty, but years of trauma had left any other abilities stunted. In the group though, proving you belonged meant being willing to get her hands dirty. If Molly couldn’t do so with magic, then she may as use her own body. She learned to fight with her fists, and when she became skilled at that, Molly gained a rather special love for knives. The Group with No Name was one of a handful of magic gangs scattered around the country, and the number of fights (both physical and magical) that Molly found herself in over the proceeding decades was immeasurable. She’s pretty sure she has almost died at least two dozen times, but the sheer rush of it all — after all of the hurt and pain she’d gone through — was beyond words.

The Group became a second family to her, or at least in the sense of what Molly defined as family. There was no love, but there was fierce loyalty to their own. That’s why, when their leader told them they had captured two mortals who had been hunting them down, Molly didn’t bat an eyelash at the prospect of killing them. Until she heard the name. Zachary and Peter Harris of Fucksville, Oklahoma, as their leader so politely put it. Molly’s brothers were in their 70s at this point, harmless and human and looking for her. The Group was loyal to their own, so surely if she asked that they be spared, they would. Right? Wrong. 

Much like her father, the Group turned on her the second it seemed that she was different from them. Her brothers were dragged out in front of her, and before Molly could take in the sight of them, they were both dead. Nothing needed to be said for Molly to know that they hadn’t simply been found. They had been looking for her after all those years, and now they had been murdered because of her. Much like with her father, something in Molly snapped. Unlike that incident, she did not have the upper hand. The fight that result was all flinging spells and tearing skin, and Molly’s focus was on escaping rather than winning. Had she not been able to heal herself, she’s certain she would have died, but eventually she was able to run far enough away out of their reach. 

Molly was once again alone. She hated the violent person she had become while with them, and she hated the naive little girl she’d been before. Over the following years, Molly focused on surviving just for herself, picking up off jobs and leaving town once her lack of aging became too obvious. At one point in the late 1980s, she obtained fake documents to get her into nursing school, if only to be able to use her healing powers in a proper setting. And just a few years ago, she heard word of a school in Vermont that trained magic users properly, something she had never known she wanted. When she spoke with the Ursas, her biggest fear was that she would be rejected since her only ability to date was healing. But she was more than that, they assured her. The rest of her magic had gone dormant as a result of her father’s abuse, but that just meant they could awaken it. Molly was accepted in Polaris and, for the dozenth time in her life, learned to live a new existence.

She’s been at Polaris for a few years now and indeed, her magic has slowly made itself known. She’s learning to control water, but her largest focus has been on strengthening her healers skillset. She has done so much harm, that now she can’t imagine doing anything but good. Molly has also slowly began reevaluating her relationship with religion, though the borderline exorcisms her father put her through now makes prayers taste like ash in her mouth. And after decades of living to survive, Molly is still unlearning how to react with violence first. When she moved quickly, fists balled at her side and ready to swing, its not out of anger. It’s a need to make the first move before someone else gets the advantage. The thing that’s taken Molly the longest to learn is that she’s safe. Quite honestly, she’s not sure if she’ll ever learn that lesson.

INCLINATION

As the brightest star within Lyra, it comes as no surprise that Vega has its own capacity for healing. In particular, Vega tends to sponsor magic users at birth, often those whose mothers have died during the process. In Vega’s opinion, an individual born among death should have something resembling the gift of life. The healers of Vega tend to be gentle souls by nature, though it can be very easy to hurt their souls. They can heal and cure just about anyone who still has a heartbeat, but their inability to heal emotional pain can weigh heavy.

CONNECTIONS

Birds of a Feather: Another member or the former gang Molly was in. Maybe they left, maybe they’re still in but are now at Polaris for any number of reasons. Either way, considering the way Molly left, there is a heavy dose of bad blood between them despite the former loyalty.

Sparring Partner: Although it can be hard to tell at first glance, Molly knows how to easily take someone down in a physical fight. And while she’s trying very hard to be a gentle person nowadays, she’s well aware that sometimes you need to protect yourself. This is someone who’s aware of Molly’s past enough to know her fighting skills, and the two of them occasionally spar together to keep their abilities sharp.

Filling the role of Leonard Vance’s Best Friend.