Post by joanna on May 26, 2012 16:11:54 GMT -5
(Playing her pre-movie so I don’t feel guilty about ditching 9 XP)
Name: 7
Age: Late 20’s
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Image:
*epic pose*
Key/Lock Holder: Left to RP because I’m not creative
Brief History:
7 was created by a scientist and given life through the use of alchemy by transferring a bit of the man’s soul into her body. She was, as her name gives away, the seventh doll out of nine created. Soon after war with machines destroyed all visible life on the planet, her and her kin took up refuge in a cathedral. After breaking the rules several times by sneaking out of the cathedral, she was exiled from the other ragdoll creatures and went rouge. 7 later adopted the two child-like dolls and became momma bear for them. She trained herself to fight and survive alone. Because of this, she had grown somewhat brutish and reclusive.
Sample Post:
7 tugged at the lock around her neck curtly. She hated it. It was heavy and it felt like a collar; she dreaded feeling like someone was trying to contain her. She glared out at the library she had cooped herself into bitterly. It was taking a while for her to adjust to the lock on her and the sheer size of the other guests compared to her. The feeling of helplessness was unbearable to someone so fiercely self-reliant.
She yanked the bird skull over her face and jabbed into a book with her spear. The pent-up energy and stress needed some sort of release. Unfortunately for the books, 7 was using them as training dummies. The snowy rag doll wanted it to be clear that, even if everyone out-sized her, that she wouldn’t be talked down to. Once she was finished, the feisty doll gave one of the stabbed books a good punch with her bare fists. After she was done and burnt out, she looked up forlornly, her eyes peering out of her bird mask, feeling very alone in the house.
Name: 7
Age: Late 20’s
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Image:
*epic pose*
Key/Lock Holder: Left to RP because I’m not creative
Brief History:
7 was created by a scientist and given life through the use of alchemy by transferring a bit of the man’s soul into her body. She was, as her name gives away, the seventh doll out of nine created. Soon after war with machines destroyed all visible life on the planet, her and her kin took up refuge in a cathedral. After breaking the rules several times by sneaking out of the cathedral, she was exiled from the other ragdoll creatures and went rouge. 7 later adopted the two child-like dolls and became momma bear for them. She trained herself to fight and survive alone. Because of this, she had grown somewhat brutish and reclusive.
Sample Post:
7 tugged at the lock around her neck curtly. She hated it. It was heavy and it felt like a collar; she dreaded feeling like someone was trying to contain her. She glared out at the library she had cooped herself into bitterly. It was taking a while for her to adjust to the lock on her and the sheer size of the other guests compared to her. The feeling of helplessness was unbearable to someone so fiercely self-reliant.
She yanked the bird skull over her face and jabbed into a book with her spear. The pent-up energy and stress needed some sort of release. Unfortunately for the books, 7 was using them as training dummies. The snowy rag doll wanted it to be clear that, even if everyone out-sized her, that she wouldn’t be talked down to. Once she was finished, the feisty doll gave one of the stabbed books a good punch with her bare fists. After she was done and burnt out, she looked up forlornly, her eyes peering out of her bird mask, feeling very alone in the house.
