[doktor monty]

This Doll is demon-themed. It sports a pair of Shadow wings, which it uses for an uncanny flight pattern uncommon to other Dolls.

Tell an epic story about the experience the Doll had. You may interpret this any way you like.
Prettying up is allowed, but only if you want to. I don't judge on appearance of the forum.


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End date is the 28th, or a week from today @ 11:59 PM CST.

[Ash.e]

Username: Richmc
Name of Doll: Arttamist
Epic Tale (max 500 words): W.I.P

[kolyakun]

Username: kolyakun
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wip!!

[Lorne_Purnima]

Username: Lorne_Purnima
Name of Doll: TBD
Epic Tale (max 500 words): WIP

[veridian]

mark!!

[sweet tooth]

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[blimq]

Username: pastelllizard
Name of Doll: dakila, meaning great in filipino
Epic Tale (max 500 words): dakila tells a story about how his past owner, who was blind and about to get a surgery to fix their eyes, stated they wished they could've seen the stars as if they were right in the room with them. dakila and takot, meaning fear in filipino, soared into the night's sky at midnight and stole stars from the night, keeping them in a bag enough to rid half of the stars from the sky. on the journey back, the night had fallen and the sun had heard what dakila and takot had done. the sun struck takot with such force that they were temporarily paralyzed and dakila, in his panic, released the bag and spilled stars on himself and in his eyes, causing them to orbit around him and alter his eyes into bright orbs. making haste, the two plummeted to the ground for what seemed like hours until they could recover. when they got back to the owner, they were gone. after searching for twenty-seven years the doll and the shadow avoided the angry sun and traveled by night, eventually finding the owner again, sadly from their tombstone. dakila released the stars he'd kept but one which he turned to dust and sprinkled on the grave, mourned for their owner for three weeks, and vowed to always so others the light. nts: written on the tombstone is something relating to darkness

[Caeleesi]

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Valefir, Changed his name slightly after learning who 'Valefar' was.
[Valefar: A Duke of Hell. Tempts people to steal. Considered a good familiar by his associates "till they are caught in the trap".]

Epic Tale ;;
Valefir's jaw stretched open as he yawned, lounging in his makeshift throne as his eyes flickered open and his gaze scanned the room before him. With a soft sigh he rose from his relaxed position and in a way most graceful, descended the few stairs that led up to his throne and headed to the left, where a door led outwards to a small garden that Valefir himself cared for. You see... unlike the majority of demons under Lucifer's rein, Valefir did not personally care for all the blood and guts and torture going around a bit further down in hell from him, he personally preferred sitting in his little corner of hell and tending to the sweeter things in life, like the roses he was growing- or even the small bonsai tree he had sitting on a pillar to the right of the garden. Valefir had a passion for gardening and taking care of things. He always had, but little did he know the cost it would have on his life.

All of a sudden, the door to the right of the room was roughly forced open, and Lucifer barged in looking for Valefir, who had quickly stepped back into the room and closed off his garden area again, lest it dies in the heat that purgatory offered. Valefir nervously licked over his lips, approaching Lucifer and bowing before him until he was given a signal that he could again lift his head.
"Valefir. After overlooking your... activities for quite some time, I have decided that it's enough. You look after those plants all day, don't partake in any events, and don't provide me with souls. It's pathetic, really. How do you intend to sate my frustration?"
A thousand ideas and excuses rushed to Valefir's mind, sweat dripping from his brow as he tried to think of a way he could satisfy Lucifer's appetite... and he came up blank. So, after lifting his head up proudly, Valefir replied to the intimidating individual.
"I will provide you with nothing. I prefer saving lives over taking them, and the only job you've given me is one I am unsatisfied with. Do what you will, Lucifer. I refuse to become a monster."

Looking unamused and rather disappointed, Lucifer sighed and shook his head at Valefir, reaching up to run a hand through his hair before he looked down at the male before him, raising his hand.
"That's too bad. It means I have no use for you, and to think that I believed you might bring me something worth keeping. Ah, well. Farewell, Valefir."
Just like that, everything went black and the only audible sound was that of fingers clicking. Until that too, faded into nothingness.
The next time Valefir awoke, It was in a body that was not his own. Somehow, he had evaded permanent death- perhaps someone smiled upon him? He didn't know... but what he did know, was that this new form was a chance for a fresh start.
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[annie15970]

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[Robyn Hode.]

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Robyn Hode.

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Everything around him was dark, no ounce of light had flooded through to him. Though his mind was equally as dark, and void. He couldn't remember a thing. He couldn't remember how he got to where he was, he couldn't even remember what his name was. Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? the thought swirled around his empty mind. growing faster, and faster. Panic was rising up. He tried to stand up, though his legs were weak and instantly buckled underneath him. Crawling to the wall, he pounded his fists and scratched until his hands were bloodied. It felt like hours, days, maybe even weeks had passed in that cell of his. Time was nothing in there.

It was one of his odd moments where he was getting those rare moments of sleep when a door in the wall creaked open and bright, white light flooded in. There before it stood a woman in a red dress, with black hands and black horns.

"Who are you." He croaked his voice raw with disuse and screaming.

She gave him a crooked smile, ignoring his question. "I'm here to rescue you, my king."

She slung his arm around her shoulders and half carried his weak body out of the cell.

"What do you mean, my king? Who am I?" He whispered to her.

She looked at him with concern. "They did a number on you, huh?" She shook her head. "Well you will remember in a second though. We're going to need to fight out of this one."

He nodded. "Okay."

Slowly she handed him a black sword, the edges around it melted into the air as if it was made out of shadows. "It's time to remember, my king."

He reached for the sword, looking deep into her golden eyes. As soon as he touched it, his head snapped back and his bright white eyes glowed brighter. Everything flowed back to him in a split of a second. He looked back down at her and smiled. "Hello, my love."

He wicked smile grew. "Its time to kick some butt."

He growled and raced out into the halls, both of them laughing and being as wicked as ever. The ones before them, their enemies gasped as they saw the devils running through the hall. Women screamed as the warning bells chimed. As they ran outside he stretched his wings out the farthest they could go for the first time in a while; and then soared to the sky.

"It's almost hallows eve." He said looking back at her.

"Shall I summon the army then? We will be at our strongest then."

His white eyes glowed with wickedness. "Its time to conquer our land back."

He plummeted to the ground with his sword pointing straight down. With one quick second, it pierced the earth. Blackness formed around the sword and a scream erupted in unison with the same exact word. 'devil.'

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