excuse me, can you tell me what you've heard about my life?
maybe a dirty little fairytale, a girl of the night
(i heard that) i grew up filthy, a trailer park queen
drop out, pregnant, statistical teen
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Actual OC lore on one of my posts? its more likely than you think:
Candy was a good student and well on track for leaving her humble beginnings behind - if only that pesky teen pregnancy hadn't gotten in the way.
Her father wasn’t thrilled about it either - "Get rid of it or get out," he told her.
She was gonna choose the former. Was standing in front of the clinic and everything. But Candy just couldn't go through with it.
So, she packed her bags, stole some money, daddy's favourite rifle, and his car and drove as far as the gas in the tank would take her; trailer park just outside Marshall, Texas.
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SIDE NOTE:
So, Candy‘s dad was a real controlling asshole. He had to decide everything - what the kids were named, how they were raised, what they got to do in their spare time etc etc.
He also never bothered to learn either of his wife‘s languages and would then get mad when his family spoke anything, but English around the house while he was there.
Great guy. Clap and cheer for her for stealing from him
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Life wasn't easy after that, but once the kid was there her love for him kept her going.
She'd work her day job (or sometimes multiple), get home, care for Billy, drive all the way to Dallas, do a low-tier gig or two (the kind where the risk for death is minimal - couldn't die and leave little Billy to fend for himself, after all), drive back home, maybe sleep for an hour or two, rinse and repeat.
That was, until she lost her best paying day job and was forced to take on higher paying gigs - one of which forced her to travel to NC where she came into contact with The Queen of the Afterlife herself, who would then become her closest friend, occasionally fixer and occasionally lover.
They were a lot better off after - not rich by any means, but comfortable. Stuck around the trailer park, though. Fancier places never suited Candy anyway.
Then, suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Billy's 17 and he wants to leave for NC to become some kind of Rockerboy legend. And Candy wants to scream at her past self for buying him that fucking Samurai record 9 years ago.
"Do whatever you gotta do, kid," she says. And off he goes.
No point in sticking around Marshall now, so she's gone too - free to roam the land and do whatever she wants. A freedom she grows to love, but one made bitter by loneliness.
How better to deal with that loneliness than to throw herself into her mercenary work? And boy is she good at that work.
Candy becomes not just a legend in Night City, but wherever she goes.
All across the country anyone who knows their shit knows - you don't fuck with Candy Ellis. Not if you want to live to tell the tale.
Apropos of absolutely nothing, but there's something deeply and hilariously ironic about having a blorbo who's basically just an anime version of an actual god from mythology (minus the horse tossing) who happens to be straight in mythology but gets shipped with a miniature gremlin man by the fandom of the series he's in.
