[*Nyxie*]

Name:(Of Entry)Eihsulp (eye-sulp. It's Plushie spelled backwards)
Gender:(If not obvious)Female
Personality:(This can be very vague)Dark, Demonic, Curious/Nosy
Story:(Optional, I just wanted to see your imagination)The rain has forced you into an old mansion. Its windows are either gone, or boarded up, and the interior is extremely gothic. Lightning flashes, and you catch a glimpse of many taxidermied animals above the fireplace. All but one seem as normal as taxidermy gets. But one on the end, a green and purple, stitched together wolf, or maybe a dog, You really can't tell. Its button eyes seem to be alive in a way, drawing you away from reality. You manage to look away. As you turn from the strange creature, you hear a small, organic thump behind you. Sitting there, is the dog, you decided, staring at you with a grotesque smile on its face. It speaks, and it's voice seems almost hollow, as if it was a dark zephyr through the gaps in the boarded windows. Ah! I see you have stumbled across my home, dear mortal. It is not often company finds its way here. Make yourself comfortable, and perhaps I will tell you my story... She leads you to a room with a bearskin rug, two armchairs, and even more animals. " What is this place?" you ask, creeped out by the staring plastic eyes around you. All in time, Mortal. It will become clear in the story of Eihsulp. She sits on one of the armchairs, and you take the other as you ask, "Eye-soup; who's that?" She laughs, and it seems less hollow than her voice, like she's genuinely amused by your question.I am Eihsulp, Creation of darkness. Another grotesque smile crosses her face.Now, if Mortal has no more questions, I will move along with my story, yes? You nod.About, oh, maybe seventy years ago, this house was occupied by a witch. She set traps all over this land and caught all the animals you see here. She placed souls of demons inside their stuffed bodies, creating creatures much like myself. I was a plushie that somehow found my way into her posession, and was given a soul as well, although, very much superior to those barbaric creatures. She took me as her right hand man, for lack of better words, and we had an excellent partnership. However, the old woman refused to pass on, and I had to take measures into my own hands. Poisoned her, took over her powers, drained the sould from her 'army', and I now have full run of this world with powers your little mortal mind couldn't even imagine. and then it hits you. You are less than five feet away from a posessed, murderous purple and green plushie. How on earth do you get yourself into these situations?

[Imp-y]

XD I LOVE the story. Amazing story, I love the point of view you put it in. I like the overall idea of her as well. And her design is simple and cute as well. Thank you for entering.

[*Nyxie*]

You're welcome!