username: sinon.
doll name: Tyler.
shadow name: Anklebiter.
personality: Tyler is pretty paranoid nearly all the time. His fear of the ghosts that he sees torment him constantly, preventing him from doing many things. One of those things being sleep... Many just see him as some insomniac with a knack for paranormal things. He's jittery and uneasy most of the time, though he's normally trying to calm himself down. He doesn't mind being around people at all, though. In fact, he feels much safer around them. When he isn't afraid or something along those lines, he's probably drifting about absently, humming to himself. He may seem like he isn't very social, but it's more like he doesn't have to focus to talk to anyone. Without those ghosts around, he's very mellow, and maybe even a bit happy. Though, that's rarely. He's also very childlike. Not in an obnoxious way, but in a kind of curious and even a cute way.
shadowms personality: Anklebiter is a fiesty shadow who isn't afraid to snap! He's very hotheaded, though extremely sensitive. When it comes to the ghosts, Anklebiter welcomes them with open arms, much to Tyler's dismay. He's a very dominate shadow, as well, often taking charge of small decisions by threatening to eat things and never spit them out or call up his ghostly compainions. He has a good sense of humor and loves to talk all the time.
it all started with a...
single breath. A gasp for air, more like. His eyes shot open and he began to hyperventilate almost immediately, like his lungs lacked air. Though, he seemed to calm down quickly. He looked down at himself, and uttered a single word: "B... Body." he whispered quietly. He held his hand up and looked down at it, a tiny smile crossing his lips. A body. A new body.
He clenched his fist. Once, twice... It was different. Much different actually. for one, the flesh wasn't rotting at all. Well, more like it wasn't flesh at all. There were little marks at his joints, and it felt a bit stiff, almost. He heaved himself up, finding that there was a wall behind him. He looked down at himself. "...Not... A dead person.." He whispered. Was it even a person to begin with? Whoever they were, they seemed like they had been through a lot. Their shirt -and he supposed his for the time being- was dirty, tattered, and damp. It had just rained, after all. He was sitting in the dirt, as well.
He turned and looked back. The 'wall' he was leaning against was some kind of metal pipe... Holding up giantic looking swings. He was a little confused, but decided not to think about it. He had possessed many dead bodies, so this wasn't exactly new... People died everywhere, after all. The tiny grin on his face never ceased, at least until they came.
A ghostly haze filled the air, accompanied with whispers of the dead. He sighed quietly in annoyance. He knew what was coming. Filthy body hopper... You'll never be satisfied... one voice spoke, rather disgusted. Just stay dead already... came another. You must be desperate! That's not even a real body... He stared at the hazy figure who had spoken last. He wasn't exactly surprised, he had had his speculations after all. "You don't understand..." He whispered back. "This... This body can be permanent..." His voice was as wispy and wavering as theirs were.
The ghosts around him seemed to frown. We're sure you'll just get bored of it, body-hopper... The more aggressive one snickered, while the other two merely shook their heads and disappeared...
Tyler is what you call a body hopper. A body hopper is a ghost who can't seem to
accept the fact that they're dead. Some start off as wanting a breath of fresh air. Others want to cause trouble.
Pah... They all wind up the same though. Often taking over rotting corpses, body hoppers always have to find
new bodies... Meaning that they always have a grave to disturb. They truly sicken me... A-Anyway, they go
from body to body, grave to grave, all the time. They're never satisfied. Except for Tyler, it seems. He's found
the perfect replacement to constant body hopping, though the ghosts still seem hostile. I'm still so angry he
tricked me, too! I thought he was a real doll who could make a contract, but it turns out he doesn't even need
me to live! While I'm mad, he's my only hope for now. Though... If he's in this dolls body... Does that make the
original doll's mind... Trapped?
"Biter? Anklebiter! Who are you talking to- Ahh!" Tyler's voice sounded from the other room, followed by
stumbling and spooky ghost howls. It seemed like the ghosts were bothering him again... A lot... A lot
Of the ghosts hate him for it, and I can understand why... But as much as I wanna chew him up to bits for
'making a contract' with me, I hate to see him get hurt all the time... He's really grown on me, huh?
He just always has new cuts and cracks from being chased around and tormented like that... He barely
even sleeps. Sometimes I feel bad for threatening him with calling the ghosts... But it's so much fun to
hear him squeal! But... That isn't the point. Even if he is trapping someone else in that body... He doesn't
deserve this constant torture... Right?
by jules_ » Tue Mar 22, 2016 7:04 am 
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