Molly Hooper.
Dr. Molly Hooper.
Doctrine in forensic pathology from Oxford University. Top in her class. Two older brothers. Father—bank teller—mother—housewife. Husband—neurosurgeon.
The nicest person you could ever want to meet.
Loved cats, but loved zombies as well.
Forced to take ballet when she was young. Her mother wanted her to do at least one girly thing. She was in ballet only for a few years before her mother gave up on it. Molly still used to be a "ballerina", alone in her sweats in her living room—with the blinds closed.
Molly Hooper. Used to have a glass of wine every night before bed to wind down after spending all day cutting up bodies, to relax herself before going to bed to face another day, or to forget how a certain someone made her look like a complete fool that day.
Every weekend or so, she would go down to the local homeless shelter and spend a few hours there, entertaining and serving. She was raised a Catholic, but, very rarely, went to church, although she didn't eat meat on Fridays (out of habit) and, when she remembered, she gave something up for Lent.
She had a cat named Toby, her two best friends were Meena and Caroline, she still watched cartoons although she was in her thirties, and she was allergic to strawberries and Bermuda grass.
Dr. Molly Hooper died on British Flight 108 to Rome on her honeymoon, but, then again...