[jules_]

This one's based off a carousel, and just like a fair/carnival/circus in general

- Is unable to use their legs, can walk short distances using the canes and braces, but usually simply rides the shadow
- Eye patch is simply for decoration, and is tied with a string around the head
- The shadow simply floats in midair, and when they move up and down they can actually move around. Is large enough for the doll to sit on
- The doll is fond of candies and sweets

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Hi julibee, I'm Adalgisa.
I'm relatively new to the community and have
one doll/shadow duo, Ayna and Hulyah, designed by aaronzee.
I am active on the fan club and enjoy drawing writing and reading c:

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Clara
ⓓⓞⓛⓛ ⓖⓔⓝⓓⓔⓡ:
Female
ⓢⓗⓐⓓⓞⓦ ⓝⓐⓜⓔ:
"show name" is Prince of Darkness but goes by Prince
ⓢⓗⓐⓓⓞⓦ ⓖⓔⓝⓓⓔⓡ:
Male

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(I hope that it's ok that I did a personally story?)

Clara stretched and reached for her crutches as she climbed out of her bed. Her shadow, Prince, trotted over to her from his "stall" in the corner and snuffled around her pajama pockets, looking for a treat and coming up disappointed.

"You silly thing," Clara giggled, guessing his intentions, "it's not like you could eat it anyways." Prince blew a puff of warm air into her face.

I was doing nothing of the sort, he harumphed, I was simply looking after your well being, he announced and indignantly turned his back on her. Clara smiled, knowing that it was all a ruse. Her beloved shadow was ever a prickly beast.

"Would you like me to braid some ribbons into your mane?" She asked, trying to consolidate his mock-anger over being caught.
Of course not. I would be the laughing stock of the entire Dollhouse. I could never be seen in public again! He said, turning his head dramatically to glare at her. But she caught the gleam of excitement in his eyes as he amended,

"Well, if you must, I guess I could bear it for one day... Clara attempted to keep her face in a serious expression as she went along with the game that they played every single morning; Prince would do something cute, she would catch him, he would get into a huff, she would offer something, he would mention his falling social status, and he would be secretly pleased with the whole thing. Throughout the day she knew that he would bemoan his very existence, being tied to such a "horrid" doll who forced him to look like a fool, to all of their friends.

"What color do you want? I'm wearing yellow." she said, avoiding eye contact.
I guess I'll have to suffer yellow then, he sniffed, but not that horrid bright one, the pastel.

Clara couldn't contain a dainty snort at his theatrics as she shuffled over to her wardrobe. Leaning heavily on her dressing table chair she rifled through her closet to find the dress in question. She smiled lovingly at each dress that she passed by, taking pride in the long hours they had taken for her to make. Each one was as original as she was and, like her, not a single one lacked polka dots. It was quite the obsession. Another favorite accouterment to her dresses was her beautiful hand made lace. She loved making the things that she wore because they gave her a sense of self-worth and they reminded her of her beloved Anthony. His favorite pastime was to dress her up and parade her under the light of his little green lamp in a one-doll fashion show while he ate little caramel candies. Touching the large wrapper from one of his candies that last, fateful day she smiled wanly at the memory. Sometimes, when she was lonely she would smell candy. She couldn't eat it, but the scent reminded her of Anthony. Shaking her out of her daze Prince nudged the golden wrapper gently with his nose, emitting a sweet, syrupy smell.
Are you quite done yet? he demanded hotly, we are going to miss breakfast at this rate. We might as well kill all the rest of my social status... Pulling herself together, Clara smiled in gratitude at her shadow. She knew he was just trying to distract her from her funk with his acerbic attitude.
"Alright, lets go then," she said, as she pulled on her dress and grabbed her crutches.
Wait!, Prince shuffled in an embarrassed fashion, You forgot my ribbons...

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(later that day...)

After a long day of sewing Clara shuffled into her little bedroom in the dollhouse with Prince trailing behind her. It had been a good day, she thought. She had spent the day handing out hand knit sweaters to the homeless dolls who lived in town. She hated seeing people living on the streets, and everyone deserved something nice that was unique and their very own. That's what Anthony always said about her. Her eyes narrowed in determination,
"I will find you" she announced quietly as she made her way towards her window. She had been going out every night into the human world to look for her little boy, but hadn't found him yet.

A pebble hitting the window shook her out of her thoughts as she proceeded to open it and peek out. She smiled down at her "big brother" as she clambered up onto the sill and placed her legs over the side. Her disability was a part of who she was, but she didn't let it define her. It wasn't as if she couldn't be fixed if she broke her legs again. Using the strength of her arms and Prince's neck for support she swung her lower body out onto the branch of the large tree outside her window. She made her way carefully down from her perch, listening to Prince's snorts of agitation. He couldn't fit through the window, so they had to be separated, which neither of them enjoyed.
" I'll be back soon my love", Clara called softly, letting go of the lowest branch so that her "brother" Abaddon could catch her. He was the only one, other than Prince, who understood why she had to sneak into the human world every night and look for her Anthony. Before Abaddon and Prince, he was all she had, and she was his only friend. Without her, he had no one. He was packaged up and moved from house to house through foster care whenever his brother did something that his foster parents didn't approve of. All of the other residents of the doll house treated her like an invalid because of her legs and barely let her do anything for herself.

Clara smiled up at Abaddon as he set her on her feet and steadied her with her crutches. He was the first doll that she had met, and he had actually carried her to the doll house from where she lay, broken on the fairgrounds. Somehow, he was the only one who seemed to see how important finding Anthony was to her. He never treated her differently than anyone else, and even though he didn't say much, she felt that he approved of her decision even though he didn't have any experience with kind children, having lived in a preschool.

Together they walked through the portal and into the human world.

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"Hey! You give her back!" The little boy wailed, rubbing his leaking nose as he ran after his older brother and two other boys.
"You want your doll back Tony?" One smeared, "come and get it." He shook the pretty porcelain doll, causing her legs to swing haphazardly and a piece of tape to fall out from under her dress. The other boys jeered as all three ran deeper into the fairgrounds.

"My name's not Tony, it's Anthony," the little boy pouted then said louder, " Stop it, you'll hurt her!", and raced after them as fast as his little legs could carry him. His eyes glinting in anger, Anthony's small, white sneakers pounded against the hard packed dirt as his arms pumped quickly by his sides. He couldn't let anything happen to his Clara. She was his only friend in the world who never laughed at him. He shouldn't have brought her to the fair, but couldn't stand it when he went anywhere without her by his side. He caught sight of his brother's red baseball cap amidst the throng of people, heading towards the Ferris Wheel. He swiped at his eyes and followed the red dot's fast progression through the crowd. When he reached the Ferris Wheel he couldn't catch sight of his brother. He almost kept running, except he heard taunting laughter from up above him, and it felt personal. Looking up, he saw his brother holding his Clara by her hair and pretending to make her dance. Gasping in horror Anthony ran onto the next platform and followed his brother until they reached the bottom again. Biting his lip Anthony faced the ground and looked up at his brother.

"Can I please have my doll back?" He asked, trying not to appear as afraid as he was. His brother loved it when he was scared.

"I don't have your doll Tony," his bother smirked, "I left it for the crows." he announced and turned on his heel and walked away.

Anthony's chubby little hands shook. Clara must be so scared, he had to find her. He searched underneath the Ferris Wheel until his eyes were bleary from his tears and his white sneakers were covered with mud. He was so close, he could feel it. Suddenly, a shadow fell over him and a large hand clamped around his arm.

"Time to go Tony, it's getting dark and your mom wants you to get cleaned up before dinner...

He never saw his Clara again.

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Announcer Person: This is just a quick interview with Clara and Prince to get to know them better. As I cannot speak to Prince directly, or rather, he cannot respond to me, Clara will be his go-between. Now, Clara, first question; How did you come to live in the Doll House?

Clara: Well, you see, it was very shortly after my legs were broken again that Prince found me and I came to life. I couldn't move very easily so we didn't know what to do, and then, suddenly, out of nowhere, came another doll. Abaddon was the one who found me, and even now he doesn't know exactly why he was at the fairgrounds in the first place. He brought me here where someone could patch up my legs again.

Announcer Person: Yes, Abaddon. Can you tell me a bit about your relationship with him? Prince, what are your feelings towards Abaddon?

Clara: I love Abaddon with all of my heart, but, you know, platonically. *giggles* He's like the big brother I never knew that I had, and underneath his horns and Aleks he's a real sweetie.
Well, he could really use a decent hairbrush in his life, and that shadow of his, could it be any cruder?
Prince and Abaddon get along well. As you may have noticed, Prince is very protective of me and he really likes Abaddon and Aleks because he knows that they'll always look out for me too, but not in the pushy way everyone else tries to.
*Prince glares*

Announcer Person: Yes, I know it must be difficult not to be able to do some of the things that other dolls can do such as run and play sports. Do you miss being able to use your legs?

Clara: No, I really don't miss those things. I'm not extremely active, although I love climbing trees. Really, if there's something that I want to do, with only a little adaptation, like using more of my arms, I can do a lot of things that everyone tells me that I can't do. Plus, as a living doll, my legs have always been this way. The only thing that I wish that I could do would be to put on a little fashion show and walk down a runway.
Who would want to walk down that cramped little piece of plywood when you could ride down the runway in style? *mock sigh* Sadly, it looks as if more bows await me in my future...

Announcer Person: Oh, that's right, your legs were broken once before the time you were dropped from a Ferris Wheel. How did that happen?

Clara: Well, Anthony, my little human boy, he accidentally dropped me one day one the way home from school when some other children were harassing him about his beautiful pink backpack. I remember, he was so sad about the whole thing, he's always had a problem with bullies. He fixed me up with some scotch tape, duct tape, bandaids, and ribbons. And he never loved me any less.

Announcer Person: Wow, that is certainly quite an experience Clara. Now, tell me, is your eye broken as well? For some reason, I thought that it was on the other eye the last time we talked...

What a ham

Clara: (to the side) Prince...
(to Announcer) You're quite right. You see, it's kind of my statement to the world, my eye is perfectly fine. Some people wear their heart on their sleeve, but I like to think that I wear my heart where everyone can see it, right here, on my face. I've made it one of my goals in life to be kind to everyone that I meet because I truly believe the words of a very wise man, ' Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle'. I know that I have my issues in life, and everyone else must have troubles too."

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ⓟⓛⓐⓨⓛⓘⓢⓣ:
See You Again by Whiz Khalifa
Grow Up and Be Kids by The Cab
She Is Love by Parachute

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To put in form:

username: ~:Saddles&Bridles:~

The basics:
doll name: Elsie Brooke
doll gender: female
Age: 16
Birthday: 13th June
Birthstone: wip
Starsign: wip

Digging deeper:
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personality:
naïve || obssesive || lucky || competetive

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shadow name: Carousel
shadow gender: male/stallion
personality: naïve || obssesive || lucky || competetive

[yttd]

username: cecil palmer

doll name:
marianne, her name means "Bitter grace" and i chose this name for her since she has damaged legs but still tries her best to be graceful despite her bitterness for her disability. also, i think it's a beautiful name for her and it compliments her design's innocent nature.

doll gender:
transgender mtf, she changed her name from jean-marie to marianne when she realised her true gender.

shadow name:
liquorice allsorts. marianne's shadow is named after her favourite type of sweets, liquorice allsorts.

shadow gender:
her shadow is male.

personality:
marianne is delicate and rather frail generally, however she's angry at the fact she relies on her crutches to walk. she would love to be able to walk and run like a normal doll would be able to but she knows she isn't able to. she's kind to others and will not spit sour words and crude vocabulary, believing they are not the right things to say unless under very extreme circumstances. she does, however, have a corrupted sense of justice from her bias against humans.

her backstory:
her legs have broken joints in them, her broken joints were inherited from her previous home outside of the dollhouse. she belonged to a young girl who dressed her up like her favourite boyband members even though marianne hated to be dressed up. the girl was playing with her one day when she started trying to pose her legs and snapped the joints in them. she met her shadow when she was given to one of her owner's friends as a gift and was given in a dress and long socks to hide her broken legs. she was then given the braces by her new owner and the crutches. however she was quickly left under the bed, which is where she met liquorice allsorts and the two formed a contract when the shadow approached her and brought her to life since before she was completely inanimate. they've since run away and have now found the dollhouse and live there now.

[.the slayer]

form fond here

i just want to say that i really love this doll!
good luck to everyone xx

[Rivkah]

this reminds me of my friend, who cannot walk and can only use canes for short distances.

I'm not entering, but thanks jubilee for the disability awareness!! I'll be watching for the winner, I'd love for Abaddon to be their protector, and if anyone wants to use him in their form, they can pm me for info.

[Wulfjaw]

Ooooh, I really want to enter for this adorable one... I'm really going for the deer centaur (42) right now, so I'll have to see. ;n;

Ideas:
- Legs are lavalamps with light bulbs in shoes
- Blobs of coloured wax and translucent liquid are in lamp legs
- She came from an actual lamp
- That lamp was really tacky so the owner threw it away
- Shadow was most neglected carousel animal because all the other animals were cooler looking and ridden more often by the kids
- Amusement park owners eventually just took the horse out and put them in storage, which was emptied into the dump later

[Adallina]

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ⓤⓢⓔⓡⓝⓐⓜⓔ:
Hi julibee, I'm Adalgisa.
I'm relatively new to the community and have
one doll/shadow duo, Ayna and Hulyah, designed by aaronzee.
I am active on the fan club and enjoy drawing writing and reading c:

ⓓⓞⓛⓛ ⓝⓐⓜⓔ:
Clara
ⓓⓞⓛⓛ ⓖⓔⓝⓓⓔⓡ:
Female
ⓢⓗⓐⓓⓞⓦ ⓝⓐⓜⓔ:
"show name" is Prince of Darkness but goes by Prince
ⓢⓗⓐⓓⓞⓦ ⓖⓔⓝⓓⓔⓡ:
Male

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ⓟⓔⓡⓢⓞⓝⓐⓛⓘⓣⓨ:
(I hope that it's ok that I did a personally story?)

Clara stretched and reached for her crutches as she climbed out of her bed. Her shadow, Prince, trotted over to her from his "stall" in the corner and snuffled around her pajama pockets, looking for a treat and coming up disappointed.

"You silly thing," Clara giggled, guessing his intentions, "it's not like you could eat it anyways." Prince blew a puff of warm air into her face.

I was doing nothing of the sort, he harumphed, I was simply looking after your well being, he announced and indignantly turned his back on her. Clara smiled, knowing that it was all a ruse. Her beloved shadow was ever a prickly beast.

"Would you like me to braid some ribbons into your mane?" She asked, trying to consolidate his mock-anger over being caught.
Of course not. I would be the laughing stock of the entire Dollhouse. I could never be seen in public again! He said, turning his head dramatically to glare at her. But she caught the gleam of excitement in his eyes as he amended,

"Well, if you must, I guess I could bear it for one day... Clara attempted to keep her face in a serious expression as she went along with the game that they played every single morning; Prince would do something cute, she would catch him, he would get into a huff, she would offer something, he would mention his falling social status, and he would be secretly pleased with the whole thing. Throughout the day she knew that he would bemoan his very existence, being tied to such a "horrid" doll who forced him to look like a fool, to all of their friends.

"What color do you want? I'm wearing yellow." she said, avoiding eye contact.
I guess I'll have to suffer yellow then, he sniffed, but not that horrid bright one, the pastel.

Clara couldn't contain a dainty snort at his theatrics as she shuffled over to her wardrobe. Leaning heavily on her dressing table chair she rifled through her closet to find the dress in question. She smiled lovingly at each dress that she passed by, taking pride in the long hours they had taken for her to make. Each one was as original as she was and, like her, not a single one lacked polka dots. It was quite the obsession. Another favorite accouterment to her dresses was her beautiful hand made lace. She loved making the things that she wore because they gave her a sense of self-worth and they reminded her of her beloved Anthony. His favorite pastime was to dress her up and parade her under the light of his little green lamp in a one-doll fashion show while he ate little caramel candies. Touching the large wrapper from one of his candies that last, fateful day she smiled wanly at the memory. Sometimes, when she was lonely she would smell candy. She couldn't eat it, but the scent reminded her of Anthony. Shaking her out of her daze Prince nudged the golden wrapper gently with his nose, emitting a sweet, syrupy smell.
Are you quite done yet? he demanded hotly, we are going to miss breakfast at this rate. We might as well kill all the rest of my social status... Pulling herself together, Clara smiled in gratitude at her shadow. She knew he was just trying to distract her from her funk with his acerbic attitude.
"Alright, lets go then," she said, as she pulled on her dress and grabbed her crutches.
Wait!, Prince shuffled in an embarrassed fashion, You forgot my ribbons...

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(later that day...)

After a long day of sewing Clara shuffled into her little bedroom in the dollhouse with Prince trailing behind her. It had been a good day, she thought. She had spent the day handing out hand knit sweaters to the homeless dolls who lived in town. She hated seeing people living on the streets, and everyone deserved something nice that was unique and their very own. That's what Anthony always said about her. Her eyes narrowed in determination,
"I will find you" she announced quietly as she made her way towards her window. She had been going out every night into the human world to look for her little boy, but hadn't found him yet.

A pebble hitting the window shook her out of her thoughts as she proceeded to open it and peek out. She smiled down at her "big brother" as she clambered up onto the sill and placed her legs over the side. Her disability was a part of who she was, but she didn't let it define her. It wasn't as if she couldn't be fixed if she broke her legs again. Using the strength of her arms and Prince's neck for support she swung her lower body out onto the branch of the large tree outside her window. She made her way carefully down from her perch, listening to Prince's snorts of agitation. He couldn't fit through the window, so they had to be separated, which neither of them enjoyed.
" I'll be back soon my love", Clara called softly, letting go of the lowest branch so that her "brother" Abaddon could catch her. He was the only one, other than Prince, who understood why she had to sneak into the human world every night and look for her Anthony. Before Abaddon and Prince, he was all she had, and she was his only friend. Without her, he had no one. He was packaged up and moved from house to house through foster care whenever his brother did something that his foster parents didn't approve of. All of the other residents of the doll house treated her like an invalid because of her legs and barely let her do anything for herself.

Clara smiled up at Abaddon as he set her on her feet and steadied her with her crutches. He was the first doll that she had met, and he had actually carried her to the doll house from where she lay, broken on the fairgrounds. Somehow, he was the only one who seemed to see how important finding Anthony was to her. He never treated her differently than anyone else, and even though he didn't say much, she felt that he approved of her decision even though he didn't have any experience with kind children, having lived in a preschool.

Together they walked through the portal and into the human world.

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ⓢⓣⓞⓡⓨ:

"Hey! You give her back!" The little boy wailed, rubbing his leaking nose as he ran after his older brother and two other boys.
"You want your doll back Tony?" One smeared, "come and get it." He shook the pretty porcelain doll, causing her legs to swing haphazardly and a piece of tape to fall out from under her dress. The other boys jeered as all three ran deeper into the fairgrounds.

"My name's not Tony, it's Anthony," the little boy pouted then said louder, " Stop it, you'll hurt her!", and raced after them as fast as his little legs could carry him. His eyes glinting in anger, Anthony's small, white sneakers pounded against the hard packed dirt as his arms pumped quickly by his sides. He couldn't let anything happen to his Clara. She was his only friend in the world who never laughed at him. He shouldn't have brought her to the fair, but couldn't stand it when he went anywhere without her by his side. He caught sight of his brother's red baseball cap amidst the throng of people, heading towards the Ferris Wheel. He swiped at his eyes and followed the red dot's fast progression through the crowd. When he reached the Ferris Wheel he couldn't catch sight of his brother. He almost kept running, except he heard taunting laughter from up above him, and it felt personal. Looking up, he saw his brother holding his Clara by her hair and pretending to make her dance. Gasping in horror Anthony ran onto the next platform and followed his brother until they reached the bottom again. Biting his lip Anthony faced the ground and looked up at his brother.

"Can I please have my doll back?" He asked, trying not to appear as afraid as he was. His brother loved it when he was scared.

"I don't have your doll Tony," his bother smirked, "I left it for the crows." he announced and turned on his heel and walked away.

Anthony's chubby little hands shook. Clara must be so scared, he had to find her. He searched underneath the Ferris Wheel until his eyes were bleary from his tears and his white sneakers were covered with mud. He was so close, he could feel it. Suddenly, a shadow fell over him and a large hand clamped around his arm.

"Time to go Tony, it's getting dark and your mom wants you to get cleaned up before dinner...

He never saw his Clara again.

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ⓘⓝⓣⓔⓡⓥⓘⓔⓦ:

Announcer Person: This is just a quick interview with Clara and Prince to get to know them better. As I cannot speak to Prince directly, or rather, he cannot respond to me, Clara will be his go-between. Now, Clara, first question; How did you come to live in the Doll House?

Clara: Well, you see, it was very shortly after my legs were broken again that Prince found me and I came to life. I couldn't move very easily so we didn't know what to do, and then, suddenly, out of nowhere, came another doll. Abaddon was the one who found me, and even now he doesn't know exactly why he was at the fairgrounds in the first place. He brought me here where someone could patch up my legs again.

Announcer Person: Yes, Abaddon. Can you tell me a bit about your relationship with him? Prince, what are your feelings towards Abaddon?

Clara: I love Abaddon with all of my heart, but, you know, platonically. *giggles* He's like the big brother I never knew that I had, and underneath his horns and Aleks he's a real sweetie.
Well, he could really use a decent hairbrush in his life, and that shadow of his, could it be any cruder?
Prince and Abaddon get along well. As you may have noticed, Prince is very protective of me and he really likes Abaddon and Aleks because he knows that they'll always look out for me too, but not in the pushy way everyone else tries to.
*Prince glares*

Announcer Person: Yes, I know it must be difficult not to be able to do some of the things that other dolls can do such as run and play sports. Do you miss being able to use your legs?

Clara: No, I really don't miss those things. I'm not extremely active, although I love climbing trees. Really, if there's something that I want to do, with only a little adaptation, like using more of my arms, I can do a lot of things that everyone tells me that I can't do. Plus, as a living doll, my legs have always been this way. The only thing that I wish that I could do would be to put on a little fashion show and walk down a runway.
Who would want to walk down that cramped little piece of plywood when you could ride down the runway in style? *mock sigh* Sadly, it looks as if more bows await me in my future...

Announcer Person: Oh, that's right, your legs were broken once before the time you were dropped from a Ferris Wheel. How did that happen?

Clara: Well, Anthony, my little human boy, he accidentally dropped me one day one the way home from school when some other children were harassing him about his beautiful pink backpack. I remember, he was so sad about the whole thing, he's always had a problem with bullies. He fixed me up with some scotch tape, duct tape, bandaids, and ribbons. And he never loved me any less.

Announcer Person: Wow, that is certainly quite an experience Clara. Now, tell me, is your eye broken as well? For some reason, I thought that it was on the other eye the last time we talked...

What a ham

Clara: (to the side) Prince...
(to Announcer) You're quite right. You see, it's kind of my statement to the world, my eye is perfectly fine. Some people wear their heart on their sleeve, but I like to think that I wear my heart where everyone can see it, right here, on my face. I've made it one of my goals in life to be kind to everyone that I meet because I truly believe the words of a very wise man, ' Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle'. I know that I have my issues in life, and everyone else must have troubles too."

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Grow Up and Be Kids by The Cab
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[fairyauthor]

username: i.need.sleep
doll name: Melanie
doll gender: Female
shadow name: Hawthorne
shadow gender: Male
personality:
backstory:

The child was lonely, and her little doll was the only one who cared enough to listen. She named her little doll Melanie. Melanie went with her everywhere, stuffed into backpacks and pockets. there wasn't a moment that the child wasn't with her little doll. And
they were happy together. The girl never failed to pay attention to the doll, always taking time to do her little doll's hair, weaving the baby blue and pink strands into intricate patterns, occasionally curling it with hair conditioner and pipe cleaners. They played together for hours.

The love didn't lessen as the child grew, despite...

wip uwu

[spring.]

username: spring.
doll name: grace
doll gender: female
shadow name: alexander
shadow gender: male
personality:
grace is very finessed and very sweet. she tends to trust too much, hence why she needed alexander to come along. she forms strong connections with those she knows before she knows them well, and because of this she seems to have moderate to severe depression. however, now that alexander has come along, she seems happier and she shares her happiness with the world. alexander also has made other very positive impacts on this doll.

alexander at first glance, is a very stern shadow, and he seems very much like he doesn't care about anything. but, his name means protector and that is exactly what he does. while he has only signed a contract with grace, he really does care about her well being. it appears that he could care less, but he wouldn't let anyone else ride him around. if someone were to try and hurt her, he would become very mad and show them exactly how he feels about it.

[mewmew.]

dropping out