(+) Witty, Cunning, Independent
(-) Untrustworthy, Promiscuous, Low Self-Worth
Holly has been called many things: lewd, flighty, strange, a loner. The list goes on, she’s heard them all. Holly has gone through too much in her life to let herself be affected by the gossip of strangers. She was taught at a young age not to listen to them, one of the very few lessons she learned from her mother.
Holly spends a lot of time in the woods at the edge of town. She is alone there, and can practice her craft without worry. Holly also takes a lot of energy from nature, often bringing home crystals and plants or herbs. The small guest house she lives in is adorned with them, and she is always burning sage or lavender. Her home is a representation of how she truly is, not how the people see her. And though she may go to bed with many men, they never come to her home.
Few people see Holly for who she truly is. A bookworm and a hard worker. But she gets in her own way, her own bad opinion of herself causing her to put up a front. The thief, the whore, the liar. That’s what she has been her whole life, and try as she might, she can’t fight her upbringing.
Holly was born and raised in Jackson, Mississippi. She never knew her father, him having run out before he even knew her mother was pregnant. She never even asked questions about him, Holly saw her mother for who she was and she never asked about her father because if she could run off too, she would.
Holly’s mother was an addict. Raising her child in trap houses, cooking meth with her infant daughter on her knee. As a child Holly didn’t know any different. Didn’t know she was supposed to be in school until she asked why kids were being shipped around on large yellow busses. Her mother claimed she was homeschooling the child, out of fear a teacher would see the signs of drug use and neglect. A man who lived in the house would read to Holly, teaching her proper grammar and simple math using joints and lines of coke. As soon as Holly could read herself she read everything she could get her hands on. She would walk to the library when the nice man wasn’t there. She taught herself everything she knows.
Once Holly got older, her mother started expecting her to “contribute to the family.” At first she tried to teach the preteen to cook meth, but Holly refused. She saw what it did and she never wanted this life. When her mother saw it was a lost cause, she tried to sell her daughter herself. She would offer a night with the beautiful teenager to anyone who came in to buy. It wasn’t long before a man accepted the offer and Holly was locked in a room with him, expected to “contribute.” She was scared, and when the man grabbed her something within her snapped. It was like a shock ran through her and into the mans hands, dropping her like she was on fire. Both of them confused as to what happened and Holly even more frightened than before, when he grabbed her again he dropped to the ground. Out like a light.
Holly didn’t know what happened, what was within her. But she didn’t question it. If she could convince her mother she was contributing with these men without actually doing anything, she wasn’t about to raise questions. Every time a man came to call on her she would bring the same feeling back, knocking them out with a single touch. In the morning she would speak sweet words to them of how pleasant the night before was, leaving them confused but believing her. Holly continued this for years, until she was 17 years old.
That was the year vampires came out. In most people it inflicted fear, but Holly only felt hope. Hope that if people were welcoming to vampires they would be to her as well. maybe she herself was some version of a vampire. But then a man in the house told everyone that he was also a vampire, the man who taught Holly. The only one who was kind to her. He explained how they were the perfect place to hide, for no one was suspicious that a user would sleep all day and only come out at night. She watched as he was killed by the junkies who lived there, by her mother. Their fear drove them to rise up and stake him.
Holly was devastated, and knew she wasn’t safe. Immediately after this, she ran. Holly lived on the streets for a year, wandering from city to city finding anywhere she felt safe. Once the initial shock of vampires wore off, she found Oxford. A kind couple took pity on the girl, letting her live in their guest house. She made many promises of payment but had no skills, no schooling or experience. She tried the local library for it was all she knew, but they wouldn’t hire someone born in a trap house. Coming home one night in tears, Holly told the couple everything. Including the things she could do that she couldn’t understand. The man gave his wife a questioning look, she nodded to him, and he told Holly there are beings other than vampires and he was one of them. A werewolf.
Shortly after this night he set Holly an interview at Twin Moon. The pack leader, Everett, took pity on her. Holly proved herself to be a hard worker, but she never forgot where she is from. She was never able to shake the feeling that she isn’t good enough because of her background. She quickly took to the comfort of men who came in the bar, lone wolves in town for only a night or two before moving on to reunite with their pack. Some men taught her to pickpocket and steal, and she quickly learned she made more tips if she was more revealing and flirtatious.
