Baby Moreau

Baby knew she didn't have a normal childhood, anyone could guess just by glancing at her name, but she never understood what was wrong with it. She was raised in a brothel, her "mom" abandoning her on the doorstep when she was barely a month old, and yes a brothel was no place to raise a child, let alone a newborn, but they treated her with more love and respect than anyone she knew now. They shielded her from their work, created her own little space and taught her just as well, if not better, than any other parent out there. She was shunned for something that was out of her control, she didn't ask to be born nor did she ask to be abandoned and yet adults had looked at her like some sex plague that would infect their children even though she was a child herself at the time. Even today at 22 years old Baby is still judged for her appearance and upbringing, she tries not to let it bother her but it's hard when nobody gives you a chance at proving them wrong, others hear about how she was raised and they either immediately casted her aside or they took advantage of her loneliness and longing for intimacy. All Baby wanted was a chance at love. At friendship. At life. Her optimism never wavered but the icy claws of isolation took its toll on her.