holly davenport || 28 || sea
her parents died when she was six years old
she lived with her grandparents from then on in some suburbia in florida
until she turned sixteen and got pregnant, then they kicked her out
she found her way to a home for wayward girls, had the baby, and then proceeded to put it up for adoption
sometimes, when she’s feeling particularly sorry for herself, she goes to visit the baby at its new family, disguised as a baby sitter or something at the park
at the moment, she lives in a house that she helps pay for with occasionally honest waitress/bartending jobs and occasionally illegally obtained monies.
she lives with a bunch of roommates – more than should be allowed probably – but they’re all her family, so she’s cool with it
there’s nothing she hates more than kitchen/misogynistic jokes, so like. don’t do those.
her grandparents signed her up for martial arts as a kid, so don’t fuck with her
she races in the streets for cash sometimes, because it’s fun and she loves adrenealine
100% sleeps around with anyone, but is always safe about it esp after her kid.
her most prized possession is a smooth rock her kid gave her in the park one time; it’s her good luck charm and it helps keep her calm sometimes
but she will fight people a lot and pretend nothing hurts afterwards. even if they beat her up.
