username: Byteme
doll name: Nonpareil [Non]
doll gender: Genderfluid- Male or female pronouns
shadow name: Dark candie [Darkie]
shadow gender: Male
personality:
Non has an affinity for confectionaries. It's not as if she eats them, what doll can? But they've always drawn her close, their bright colours remind her of herself and, the way they always made her old human companions feel, despite the darkness and melancholies of life, joyful. If there are sweets somewhere, edible or unedible Non will be there for she has gained a sort of attachment to them. It's a large part of herself as an individual, there is great solace in these things above all else and no one can explain it, not even herself.
Although, confectionaries aren't all that pull her near. She has a need to be near things, other dolls, and shadows that give her good feelings, ones that let off enough positivity to escape the general darkness she's existed through for years. Because of this most can call Non obtusely social without a second thought, and she will agree instantly. Though, many that she hangs near end up "losing" little things here and there. And thats all on Non. You will always see Non drawn to generally beautiful items, and it's the strong kleptomaniac inside of her that makes her snatch away random things without thinking, most of these things gaudy, bright and lovely to touch.
Her collection of items can be found hidden in little crevices, wherever she'd like, carried about with the help of Darkie and a few freinds who know of her "borrowing" habit. Non adores her random collection to bits, spending time being mesmerized by the items, their texture, the colours and their scents makes her excitement rise. Even though she can't walk very long distances who needs walking when you have all that brings you wonder before you?
Past:
Non was made by a young boy during the French revolution, from the old trees scattered around his home her body came into being, as a night time project to calm him when he couldn't sleep. It was for his two sisters as much as it was him, his younger sister was the one gave him the color choices for Nons quite ridiculous hair. Non was a project in the making, his younger sister slowly sewed the little yellow dress with fabric from her old baby dresses, ones their mother had saved for the next baby, and even went as far as stealing bows from a classmate she didn't like for Nons dress and hair. Their mother always watched from the distance wile doing one thing or another and when the children came to talk to her and help out she would help them make up stories about a little traveler called Nonperiel.
After their mother died the boy used the thread from one of her dresses to make her cotton candy like strands of hair. The next baby never came, and out of a mix of anger and sorrow his little sister cut up her all of her old baby dresses and left them for the crows. The boy took the fabrics she had thrown away and messily sewed them together to make tattered legging, with his elder sisters helping hands. He carved the family name down Nons back with a borrowed kitchen knife he wasn't supposed to be using and handed it to his younger sister wile their elder sister brought them all together and told made up stories of Nonpareil, the little adventurer with pink and blue laced hair who liked to visit heaven, and see mother too.
Fast forward ten or so years, wile cleaning up the house the boy found the little old doll, her legs already beggingning to rot in a waterlogged edge of his closet. By then he had grown into a lovely young man who could carve the most marvelous of things. He was no doll maker though, perfecting Non had taken months, and looking at her now he could tell she would only be perfect in his and his sisters' eyes. Although he could fix just about any chair or any table nowadays, he could not fix Nons legs nor correctly give her new ones. he chopped off her rotting legs and carved out new ones, but these did not stay on as they should. So, in a desperate attempt to keep the doll that had given them so many lovely adventures and had helped keep the memory of their mother alive the young man made for her new legs braces and canes, and painted them a ravishing shade of gold.
He showed the fixed up Non to his sisters, and so, you see, it isn't that Non had no love but that as soon as she found it once more it disappeared for another century. She was placed up on a shelf, the eldest sisters young son always calling her pretty, and everything was peacefully amidst velour, but one day, on their ways home all three of the siblings and the little boy both ended up in an accident. None of them made it, so, up on that shelf Non waited, no lover of the three able to look at the little doll that brought them so many memories of their dear lost ones.
Story:
First experiences are all new sensations and marveling wonders
She, just barely, reached out her palm, hesitated and touched the dark thing In a matter of moments. It was beautiful, in an odd sort of way... Her shadow. Her very own, a companion that would never leave her side nor have the ability to forget her. Such a thing brough peace to the dilapidated doll somehow, a little bit of solace in the grunge of high-class cabinet shelves filled with antiquities such as herself.
There was a gentle whisper, a noise coming through her and whisping out between her lips. "Hi there." She blinked, made a face, touched her throat. It tingled, she didn't expect a tingle when she accepted the companionship. She didn't expect much in the first place, but there it was... A tingling brush of sweet air dancing through her. She let out a wayward giggle, childish and bubbling and soft, it tickled.
Hands fixing at the little yellow and white dress everything began to become lucidly strong in her rhythmic grip. Dust swirling in the air, gentle glimmers of light finding their ways in, the chill that took over the room, the very smoothness of her dress... She reached behind her, took a moment to feel how her back moved with such carefulness, and pressed her fingertips to her golden crutches.
something in her hit a wall, some sort of emotion, she let out a huff of breath that pirouetted and wavered, letting air move about around her. With the crutches drawn close to her, quickly scraping against the shelfs wooden surface Nonpareil shakily lifted herself up, the curious horse shadow watching, cocking his head awkwardly, one way and then another.
He puffed, sticking his head underneath her left arm when she teetered, blinking as she giggled once more, this time at the feeling of his mane. "What's your name again?" She whispered, her voice getting stronger near the end. The shadow took a moment to remember... Could he remember? Softly Non slipped her fingers around the curves of her crutches wile he backed away. She got the hint. "That's--" she wobbled, and planted her black shoes firmly on the ground, hearing the ever crisp little clack of the dear contact. "... Alright." The little doll nodded in small doses. Nod, nod, nod... Think, nod... "We'll figure out some--" she wobbled again. Her voice went through a vacume, trying to catch itself wile her legs and crutches tries to catch balence. He made little noise but slipped closer. The shadow was an eerily quiet one, but she didn't mind. He was gentle, he hopped forward and nudged her up with his neck. Non stared, blinked, smiled softly. "We'll figure out something... Just for you."
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