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[suds]

"i have decided to stick to love; hate is too great a burden to bear."

full name / meaning

cathartic kara sevda / goes by quaintrelle due to it sounding nicer

cathartic - (adj.) a word with greek origins, cathartic is defined as psychological release and relief through the open expression of overwhelming emotions, which are synonymous with an emotional purge or cleanse of the heavy soul.
-- etymology: “kathartikós” = (Greek) fit for cleansing

kara sevda - (n.) an untranslatable turkish phrase, kara sevda is defined as extreme passionate love, which is also blind. although it holds negative connotations, kara sevda is composed of overwhelming intensity. it is a lovesick term, which literally translates to “black love.”
-- etymology: "kara" = “black” + “sevda” = “passionate love”

quaintrelle - (n.) a woman fully committed to surrendering herself to the passions of art, style, leisurely pastime and cultivating her innermost pleasures and desires. she’s a free spirit, with an innate desire to preserve her elegance.
-- etymology: "quaint" = of a person: cunning, crafty.

gender / pronouns

trans male/demiboy / he/they

job / residency

working as a bartender is quite interesting in quaintrelle's point of view. why would he work there if they couldnt drink? he finds the concept of it all confusing, because he still gets paid for filling up glasses. when the sun starts to slide down the evening sky, he can be found perched behind a thick oak counter. he takes little pride in what he does, but gaining 'special access' to most fist fights keeps him curious enough to stay. hes quick with his hands, long and nimble, when its a friday night and the place is packed he barely breaks a sweat.

when its slow his mind wanders to other things, which is why he busies himself with popping corks and taps. its also a great way to make friends, sometimes he takes pity on the dolls worn out and takes them to their home. he is also is what the dolls call an 'alcoholic', because you can always find him with a martini nearby. wether it be pink and fruity or dark and tart, its always within arms reach because he thinks it fits him. he works nights, because in the morning hes busy doing other small jobs.

coming home to an empty apartment is perfectly fine with him. birch rarely leaves the house at night, so quaintrelle is alone on his walk home. his room is insanely small, bed sitting flush with the walls, a large single window, and a dresser he managed to squeeze in. the layout of his whole apartment is also very little, he finds it homey. he doesnt talk to his neighbours or anyone living near him, only giving them sly glances when leaving. most are too scared to even look him in the eye, he is a tad bit taller than most dolls. his livingspace is more minimalist, the only two colors are a warm gray and blinding white.

he keeps his public spaces clean, but his more personal rooms messy. he doesnt make his bed in the morning, but may tidy up the livingroom. the hallway connecting to his front door is wide enough for one person, take a right to the kitchen and a left to his bedroom. keep going straight and youll walk into the livingroom, bigger than his bedroom but still cramped. despite complaints from his friends, he wouldnt change his home for the world. he loves going to bed at dawn, seeing all the beautiful colors and thin sunlight through his window shades.

favorite food / why

anything sweet-smelling is bound to catch his attention, his overwhelming curiosity for treats attracts him to any bakery instantly. its happening with people wearing juicy perfume, hell secretly take a deep whiff of their hair whilst standing behind them. if they happen to notice, hell scrunch up his face and say something like "your fragrance is almost too sweet," and leave. so when he first saw the sultry appearance of strawberry shortcake, he instantly fell in love. its not naturally pink, but cold be dyed to match the color of his hair.

there is no hidden meaning behind his enjoyment of strawberry shortcake, he just likes how it looks and smells. which is how he feels about most things, if theyre visibly accepting he wont be as crude. he rarely bakes them himself, as hes too afraid of failure and doesnt think he could pull it off. but occasionally hell have one on display at his house, you may even catch him at the bakery picking one up. if you ask why, hell refuse to answer.

favorite drink / why

vodka, beer, and pink lemonade. the pink panty dropper is a punch, made for a barbecue or a house party. quaintrelle makes it in large batches, he likes the smell and color. it sits in the back of his fridge, rarely going sour, he finishes it off in a few days. when times get rough he pours it into a pointed wine glass and swirls it around, entranced. he wishes he could drink it, its tempting, he instead busies himself with the beautiful rosy color. his favorite thing about it is the scent of it, and sometimes he puts lemon slices in it to enhance the flavor.

its more like a air freshener for his little house, the sharp smell of alcohol and sultry sweet lemonade has taken over as his personal scent, its what everyone smells upon meeting him. hes been told the first thing they notice is the sting of alcohol, while more softer people notice the pink lemonade. it also depends on how hes feeling, quaintrelle puts more vodka and beer in the punch when feeling negative, and more sugar when positive.

[suds]

"observe the wonders occurring around you. dont claim them. feel them, be silent."

name / meaning

kyōka suigetsu / goes by birch because its easier

kyōka suigetsu - (n.) a japanese term which describes a visible entity that cannot be touched. its romantic beauty alludes to the profound existence of nature. the literal meaning is defined as the reflection of the moon on the water. it is a beauty, which is paradoxically real but illusory. ultimately, it is an ethereal essence, which is difficult to intellectualize or actualize.

birch - (n.) a slender, fast-growing tree that has thin bark (often peeling) and bears catkins. birch trees grow chiefly in north temperate regions, some reaching the northern limit of tree growth.

lost item

once, there was a child with skin as pure as ivory and hair as smooth as silk.

she took her mothers sowing supplies, and with her memories of seeing the animals outside in the garden, began to craft. she spent many days and nights, wrappers of bandaids littered the floor, and bright eyes became a nightlight. shed sit on her lace spin around stool and loop thread over and over. only the cleanest, softest fabric was used, along with the smoothest black buttons. her mother watched happily, offering to do the complicated parts but the little girl insisted she did it herself. her hard work and determination payed off, by the end of the month she had a new friend.

"birch, thats what ill call you! youre as white as the bark, eyes as green as the leaves." the fur was patterned with short dark strokes, and button eyes werent black but a chartreuse hue. she carried the rabbit wherever she went, toddling down the street with her mother in tow. she dressed them up, took them to school, and never let them out of her sight. as the years went on the need for birch shrank less and less, but she still kept them along with her other stuffed animals. she was walking home with her mother, cluthing birch close to her chest. the neighborhood was dark and unfamiliar, she held them tighter.

when her mother snatched her up suddenly and took down the street, her fingertips slipped off of the slick fabric and they were dropped. a man watched, and stepped on the homemade rabbit indifferently. she screamed for her mother to go back, but they fell on deaf ears as her mother ran with tears in her eyes. they never saw her again, and lay tattered and torn in the alleyways with broken glass and dirt. she missed them dearly, as the years went on she forgot about them. this, is how birch was made to be, over the longing that belonged to their owner. they lived unloved and unwanted, growing a hard shell around them from underuse, until quaintrelle came along.

becoming his shadow

yo like,,,
both came to the dollhouse at the same time and
made eye contact and then like kept stealing glances at each other
and they both felt like they belonged together lmao
doll was the first to ask shadow to be their shadow

personality

protective !!!!! also kinda mean to strangers
doesnt like physical contact at all not even from their doll
very sensitive to new places / things
doesnt like change
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[suds]

"there are nights i dont exist. there are days i fade away."

mysterious

they dont talk to strangers a lot unless they feel they have to?? they also dont go out a lot so you may see them in the hallway and then never see them again and ur like "yo isnt there a doll here w bunny ears n stuff??" and all of their friends are like "ya." and ur like "wH- u gonna tell me about him or somethin." "nah g i dont know anything" bc he doesnt,,, share a lot of his thoughts even with his friends unless its like,, a 1 night stand that he knows theyll never meet again lmao
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suffering

not like. depression but like. theyre just longing for somethin they dunno and its so confusing and theyre getting worked up over nothing so they have fits of anger sometimes ?? sometimes physical but usually its inside their head ?? yep and they also have,, slight anger issues and just wants somebody who is fine with putting up w all his flaws but so far he hasnt found any so hes kinda sad like,,,, all the time?? but hes kinda just in like this phase where hes rlly confused and he just wants things to be different lmao
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indifferent

i mean they honestly dont care about a lot of things ?? and yet they care so much about the little things they think its stupid. theyre also v quiet which adds on to the fact that they dont care but they just want someone to look past everything and see the real thing?? they dont care about strangers or like. they say they dont give 2 cents and then later theyre like "shoot!!!! im thinkin about it darn darn darn" they also feel like you shouldnt,, care that much about strangers and yet they do!! theyre a big ol hypocrite and they hate it
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blunt

lmao he never like,, sugarcoats anything because he feels like you dont have to?? why not just flat out tell them so they can understand and get over it even faster!! he also thinks too much and is very rough with strangers. like,, he will just tell you that your hair looks so bad today and friends are used to it kinda but hes just misunderstood he doesnt,,, know how to tell you nicely?? i mean he tries sometimes but most of the time he just says somethin really mean and they take it the wrong way
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misunderstood

i kinda touched up w this in the blunt part but it deserves to have its own category!! so like i said he says mean things that have 2 meanings, at least to him, but mostly it just sounds mean to other people. he doesnt,, try to be mean?? he just shows affection in a way most people dont do so many are surprised or confused like. hell look you in the eyes,, softer or smthn. he also looks like a big meanie so it kinda scares people off and when he smiles it looks intimidating/sarcastic but!! there have been times where he genuinely smiles a toothy smile w his 1 night stand bc he knows they wont ever see each other again
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