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``MOLLY SICILY ACKERMAN..



Don’t play with me because you’re playing with fire.

Twenty ways to see the world (oh-ho)

name;; Molly Sicily Ackerman
nickname;; nope, it’s just plain Molly
birthday/age;; July 11th/twenty-two
hometown;; Nice, France
sexuality;; heterosexual
occupation;;film actress

Twenty ways to start a fight

height;; five feet and nine inches tall
weight;; one hundred and thirty two pounds

overall;;
“Me? Haha, I’m the modern Venus.”
Or at least in her head Molly is. There is no denying she does have some stunning figures; but once you really look at her she’s just a plain jane. Her auburn hair goes down a few inches behind her back and she usually doesn’t do too much to it unless for special occasions when she might put it up in a few curlers for fat waves that usually fall out within the first hour or so. Other days, Molly’s locks just lay straight with a few naturally waves here and there if she’s too lazy to pick up a comb and brush them out. A few times Molly has dyed her hair darker or redder, but that was in her younger days. Now the only treatment she gets done is a trim and a wash. Her hair corresponds very well with her brown eyes. There’s not too much to say about them, except her eyes are the only place Molly ever wears make-up if she wears any at all. Normally she’ll swipe eyeliner on her top lid and perhaps grace her eyelids with brown eye shadow and eyelashes with mascara. Molly doesn’t even believe in those bright colors some women put on their eyes.

The rest of Molly’s face is harder to describe. While she has great cheek bones and red lips, she also has big teeth that show at the smallest crevice in her mouth. Molly herself has never really noticed, and she doesn’t care, but some people are bothered by them. Her skin is normally pale, though in the summer months she’ll obtain some glow and look a bit darker, but she doesn’t purposely lay out like some and try and get tan. The rest of her body is the same way; pale in winter and just a few shades darker in summer. Now, of course, if she was required for a film to get darker, she would in a second, but she rather not put so much effort into it.

Molly is taller than most girls her age; she always had been since fifth grade. It is hard for her sometimes to even find guys taller than her. At five feet and nine inches she’s a giant to some and to others normal height. Also, for her height, Molly is the regular weight, though she’ll always beg to differ, saying she’s too fat. Though it is true that Molly probably doesn’t have an ounce of muscle on her and she’s all fat and bone, she’s nowhere near over weight; plus for movies she always finds herself slimming down to fit roles with a trainer and nutritionists. This is actually healthy, but whenever done with a film, Molly does gain a few pounds and eats whatever she likes again.

played by;; monica vaughan

Oh, men don't notice what they got

likes;;
being French
receiving perks
getting my way
being classy & mysterious
it worries people sometimes
looking at myself
I’m very beautiful you see
drinking red wine
only red
I won’t have that white stuff
smoking camels
and sometimes weed
Louis Vuitton
any high fashion
getting peace and quiet
men & sex
yes, yes, yes, haha
men, again
being a smart-ass
or just amazing people
with my knowledge
acting, filming
scoring big roles, ect
my tattoo
it’s a white star
few have seen it
reading & writing
giving people evil glares
no matter how childish

dislikes;;
my temper
I get angry easily
bad style
ugly people
goody-two shoes
getting unwanted attention
like from some ugly men
getting in trouble
being disturbed
my mother, Chantal
and all her little friends
all such bitches and whores
cloudy days
mathematics
I can add, that’s about it
losing things
and never finding them
looking dumb
strengths;;
keeping things to myself
spying on people
reading & writing
figuring things out
being in charge or a leader
I’m very self-confident
weaknesses;;
losing my temper
a lot, often, habitually
men, sex, smoking, wine
mhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmm
anything to do with math
not caring for others
except a very select few
ignoring the ‘right’ way
fears;;
being ignored
getting pregnant
not being able to film
loose temper and hurting paparazzi
embarrassing herself
quirks;;
taking control of things
losing my temper (again)
picking at my lips, it’s nasty
my lips get all bloody and nasty
trying to split my few slit ends

overall;;
The first thing anyone figures out about Molly is she’s mysterious. Over many year’s she’s perfected her ability to keep to herself and keep secrets. However, she’s perfected the art of spying on people, and honestly if you asked her she could give you dirt on anyone, but she would never purposely start rumors, no, that’s too juvenile for her. Molly doesn’t care enough to waste time and breathe spreading one, and she’s not mean like that. No, her fury is whole different bread, but I’ll get to that later. Anyway, whenever in a group Molly tends to attract as much attention possible by commanding the conversation while barely having to talk at all. Occasionally she’ll submit her input with a smart-ass comment or a reasonable question that always leaves people questioning her brilliance and sources.

In fact, Molly was known as a very bright student in high school, despite her hatred for it. While I can’t say that all teachers loved her, she at least kept them satisfied with good grades. Other than classes like math and science, Molly was always a noted student who made people actually envious of her grades. Though sometimes she appeared to not be paying attention in class, she’d almost always raised her hand to answer the teacher’s questions with the right answer. Once it actually started to worry her English teacher when Molly paused to put her arm in the air. Some brave people tended to joke that she is a show-off, but only if they’re lucky enough she wouldn’t notice, the fate of most people though was a black eye that they were forced to tell everyone happened when they ran into a door or slammed their head into a book. Over the years, the number of bruised eyes from running into doors had lowered as some have realized it was not a very good idea to piss off Molly in the slightest bit.

As I’ve mentioned a few times, Molly does have some obvious anger issues. Even she’s acutely aware of it, but she blames it all on her mother not treating her right even when it’s just part of her natural being. She can’t help but be a bitch. If one ever see’s Molly looking calm it’s probably because there’s no other sound around, whenever in complete silence she can collect herself and just chill, but if there’s even a subtle noise she’s more likely to be in her continual bad mood, it makes her tense and cruel. The littlest things can set her off, from people walking too slowly in front of her to someone again, mocking her. In her earlier days she’d just curse and yell, with perhaps a few light hits, but now a days, as she’s begun to break out from rules and virtue, she’s become even more violent. Around the media she’s gotten even more outrageous, scared they’ll actually uncover some truth.

While Molly is quiet popular with many movie stars and models and anyone willing to be well, bad, –which of course puts her on the good-two shoe’s black list- she isn’t the best at making true friends. Because of her strong will, rebellious style and secrecy, many people turn to her for hiding secrets. Though Molly does have ‘friends’ to her their all just pawns to make her look good, and she knows they probably use her the same way. It’s sad, but its how the world works and Molly has learned to accept it accordingly. Guys on the other hand, well Molly ends up relating to them better; perhaps not always as friends but as something at least as something along those lines. However, she makes very sure that no one thinks she’s a slut. Any guy that’s ever slept with her will know that she has a very private policy, mostly having to do with dislocated balls. She does have many restrictions though, she never even considers boys younger than her or anyone who she’s seen be immature. Of course, she’d never ever be attracted to much older men, say thirty or so. So as you see, Molly at least has a few limits when it comes to her men. The only exception to this is when she’s drunk and unable to decipher anything.

People usually divide the brain into two parts, the left side and the right side. Molly veers more to the right side, despite the fact that she does well in school. The right side of the brain is more creative and imaginative while the left side is more reason and writing. If you ask Molly to draw you a picture, you’ll see right away she’s no Da Vinici, but she can draw pretty psychedelically and groovy. Her paintings are mostly things she just dreams up. Since she does use her right side more, Molly is usually more of a deep thinker. She actually enjoys thinking up ways of making herself look better or teasing someone. She’s prides herself on her ability to think and be some of the brains behind the youth.

As you’ll see, Molly has a difficult relationship with her mother. While she says that her mother is conceded and self absorbed and fakes efforts to bond with her daughter, that’s only half true. Molly’s mother truly loves her daughter; Molly just blinds herself from it because she feels she needs to have a difficult life to make up with her sinful ways. While her mother does enjoy looking at herself and admiring herself in mirrors and flowering her Molly with compliments, she does really feel like her daughter dislikes her and tries her hardest to make it better. No matter how hard her mother tries though, Molly shields her away from her life, using her as a scapegoat. Molly is very self aware of herself, not just her decent looks but also her rebellious ways. She’s not ashamed, but she does feel there is need to blame it on someone. While it’s a terrible pain for her mother, Molly only on the outside hates her.

Oh, women think of that a lot...

parents;;
Chantal Givenchy Ackerman {mother; 50 years old}- “If you’re talking about Chantal, you might as well be referring to the careless tyrant. Oh wait, she does actually care for herself, a lot. I can never remember one time where I didn’t see her without a hairbrush in her hand, the other stroking her black hair, or a mirror in one hand inspecting her eyes and nose in its over-used reflection. Constantly Chantal would give me presents and try to talk to me one on one about anything she could think of, but I always tell her to go away and get some kind of life, I know that deep down inside she doesn’t like me and I hate her. To Chantal’s obnoxiously elegant and perfect friends she introduces me as “Mols Penny Ackerman, my angle’ –pausing to say that my name is fucking Molly Penelope, not fucking Mols Penny- and then forces me to tea with her. FUCK YOU TEA. I can take tea by myself; as long as my fingers can ring a bell for Henri (our butler) I can have tea by my fucking self. God, she’s a whore as well. I know her and my papa aren’t really in love, they’ve only kiss like three times since my birth probably. Anyway, until I was in highschool, she was constantly bringing these younger men home and dragging them up to her bedroom by the tie –the whore-iest thing to do in the world- whenever papa would leave. It was horrible for me to experience, how else would you explain how I was today? It’s her fault.”

Julian Ferdinand Ackerman {father; 46 years old}- “Although I do have to admit that I respect my papa much more than Chantal, he wasn’t truly a father. He runs some foreign company in Bolivia dealing with something like bananas I think. Still, he often gives me malevolent gifts that I always love. Once a really exotic cat from Africa, but I’ll get you to that little bitch later. I never see much of him now that I’m in California. Occasionally he’ll come and visit. He’s also very proud of my acting career and how well it’s going. What father wouldn’t be? The only problem I really had with him –he and Chantal actually share this in common- is that I know he’s always cheating on Chantal whenever he’s away. I got a letter from one of his dumb-ass mistresses once asking me for tea because she had met my father and had heard ‘many a great things’ about me. I didn’t go and see her though; I think she was disappointed because she continued to invite me to places. I suppose my father didn’t pick them for their brains.”

pets;;
Kelso Ackerman {Black Footed Cat} “This is the cat that my father got my from Africa. I take him wherever I go, though sometimes hotels don’t allow pets, I always manage to sneak him in, or have someone get him in for me. You see, if I didn’t take him along with me Chantal would be in charge of him and poor Kelso wouldn’t last a day, poor baby. He really is a sweet cat, though when he was younger he scratched my chest and has left a few small scars, nothing major though.”

And Countless odd religions, too

personal history;;
Julian had always been a hard working man. He had truly come from the slums of Paris to build his very own, and successful, empire of trade. Soon, after completing school, Julian took over his father’s small withering business and brought it back from the grave. He got himself good workers and fired the useless than got himself a sexy little French wife and a villa in the country. Julian became engrossed in his business and before he knew it, without any planning, his wife was pregnant with what would hopefully be a healthy male heir to his growing finances. Sadly, Julian was in for a bit of a surprise. The child was not a boy; though it was very healthy. No, instead the two Ackerman’s were blessed with a happy baby girl they named Molly Penelope Ackerman. Still; Julian was satisfied; at least it was alive. He had never been sure of his wife’s, Chantal, bearing ability, but he was proved wrong. His want for another child grew even with their little daughter growing fast, but Chantal and he couldn’t get pregnant again, they found Molly would be a single child.

As for their daughter, she was growing just fine without any brother or sister; though at pre-school teachers noted how it was hard for the little girl to make and then keep any friends. Neither her mother nor her father took much notice though and Molly’s difficulties continued through elementary school. She was a pretty child, but sadly when you are young that doesn’t matter as much. As a child in her elementary school Molly also tended to get in trouble for petty things that her teachers decided needed to be punished: not covering her mouth, chewing on plastic, not falling asleep during nap time, et cetera. They were trying to make her into the proper woman she could be instead of treating her as an five to eleven year old should be treated; a child. Again, through all these situations, Molly’s parents took no concern but just spoiled her rotten making her even more of a trouble maker and haughty.

Upon reaching middle school, Molly’s social skills had improved, to the point where she had a few friends, but mostly she still kept to herself making everyone just wonder about her. Occasionally boys would ask her out, and normally she would turn them down, or if she did date them she’d make the experience for them annoying and pathetic. No one ever understood why, and neither did Molly herself. She did however understand that she was spoiled and because of that felt she was high above everyone else even if they didn’t see it that way. During the beginning of her teenage years, Molly was opened into the world of sex, drugs, drinks, and rock and roll. She engulfed herself into it and found her parents didn’t mind at all as long as she didn’t kill herself or anything bad.

Now for high school; where all that jazz really kicked in. Molly started finding friends and enemies quickly, she established herself at school as smart and yet still a partier. Though at first she was more interested in drugs and sex rather than drinking and sex; which flipped during her senior year. However, Molly’s high school years didn’t just revolve around parties, she also became interested in acting. While acting Molly could be someone else that wasn’t her and had different and sometimes more dramatic problems than she had. It started with her acting class, but soon she was trying out for school plays and auditioning for small tele ads that all of Europe would see. Of course, these small advertisements led to bigger ones and those led to movie roles.

Without even thinking of college, Molly pursued her acting career. She had toned the drinking and drugs down in her life was more focused on being a star and everyone looking at her and wanting to know about her. There was no problem there for the paparazzi got into her life any way they could. At first they didn’t bother Molly as much, but soon as they started filling out embarrassing truths to the public, she became pissed. As of late Molly has attempted to pull away from the public and most people, though it’s been hard. They still follow her whenever she goes out, but she’s made her publicist swear secrecy on most matters. Sometimes though, the truth is harder to hide than the lie.

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