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Name
Shimi
Gender
Male
Shadows Name
Minako (Mi-na-co)
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This is how I picture his face, his mouth 'hole' (I dunno how to put it XD) stretches back to halfway in his head and if angered, threatened harshly or scared, and not wearing Minako, his teeth actually move outside. I will draw another picture showing his angry self as it is hard to explain...
He is not able to blink or move his eyes, so like a bird he tends to move his head around to look. He has got ears but they are hidden by that poofy, poofy hair.
His mouth also has a dark red tinge to it, but it might be hard to notice in the picture.
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Personality
Shimi is quiet, an observant type. He prefers to listen and watch then speak and act. He has a calm, logical head and he tends to allow Minako to do the talking instead of him. However, Shimi has a bit of an issue which makes him hesitant to be near others. For starters, some are slightly disturbed by his appearance as even as a doll, it is a bit concerning he has a chain going through his head. Another problem is that he seems to strike fear in those who are to close, as in 2 arms reach close. He has a feeling he knows his face is the cause of this, but it has made him very hesitant and nervous of approaching those who need help and resulted in him never removing Minako from his face. This is something else I should mention, Shimi, apart from his cold and quiet deminor, is a very tender doll. He likes to try and help others, but his hesitation causes him to do it from a distance and he now tends to chuck useful packages at their feet before leaving them alone, so they think, when he in fact watches over the injured being as he makes sure they stay well for a few days before he leaves.
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History
Before Shimi became 'alive' he had been the prized doll in a halloween shop. The owner of said shop, was incredibly proud of crafting Shimi and every day he polished and cleaned Shimi before propping him up on a window and letting him watch the world go by. Many customers, mostly near halloween time, would enter the shop and inquire about Shimi. Requesting how much the owner would want for the doll. However, the owner refused every offer thrown his way as he loved his little doll to much to part from it. But, one day, when the owner was closing the shop for the night, a group of people entered and ordered that the owner gave them all the money from the register. The owner refused and tried to call the police but before he could, the people killed him. They then raided the shop and one of the members of the group spotted Shimi sitting perched upon a shelf. The member found Shimi greatly disturbing and tossed the doll into a nearby bin, wishing to get rid of the doll as quickly as possible. This is where Shimi met Minako. Minako was a mask which had been incredibly loved by a small child but had accidentally been dropped by the mother. A passerby then put the mask in the bin Shimi was now in. A deal was struck between the two, and since then have never parted.
After this event, Shimi listened to Minako as Minako told elaborate stories while the duo traveled far to reach the doll house. When they arrived, Shimi was ecstatic after hearing all the stories Minako told of the doll house. However, upon entering, many of the dolls who neared Shimi became frightened of Shimi and his face. Shimi grew depressed from this and hated how dolls and other beings which run upon seeing his face. So after a few months of this, Shimi decided to wear Minako on his face. And never took him off since...
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Story
Shimi walked through the roofed forest, his feet barely making a sound yet the chains by his head clanked and scraped against the metal cross and his scythe. " Shimi, " Minako spoke, " do you hear that? "
Shimi paused and tilted his head, listening to the quiet rustling of leaves yet hearing nothing else. Then he heard it. A cry. Shimi raised his head and turned his body in the direction of the cry as he stared at the trees in the way of finding the source of the noise.
" I know you wish to help, " Minako softly said, " do not fear Shimi...perhaps this time will be different... "
Shimi hesitated, his shadow's words comforting him yet he was nervous. He did wish to help, so much, yet he was scared. What if this being...whatever was crying for help, feared him like everyone else?
Shimi raised a gloved hand and rested it upon his chest where is non-existent heart should be. Would he be able to handle the pain of always seeing fear again? he wondered as he dipped his head in thought.
" You do not wish to help? " Minako questioned, concern laced in the shadow's voice.
Shimi's head snapped up and the quiet male shook his head. " I-I...wish to help but... " Shimi spoke uncertainly as his voice drifted off towards the end.
" Do not worry Shimi, do what you desire! " Minako coaxed the male, the shadow wishing to support their friend.
Shimi took a shuddery breath and began to walk forward. The crying grew louder the closer he got and eventually, he pushed past the blockade of trees and his eyes twitched from the sudden intensity of sunlight. In front of him, was a doll who was crying as they sat hunched over in the field. The doll did not seem hurt, but merely depressed.
" Are you OK? " Minako questioned the doll, the doll's head snapping up to look at Shimi. Instantly, fear gripped the doll's heart and Shimi sensed it. He, however, did not move as Minako continued to speak. " Do not fear us! " Minako hastily spoke. " We heard your cries again we- " Minako stopped speaking as the doll, in fear, picked up a close by rock and chucked it at Shimi. Hurriedly, Shimi turned his face away to protect Minako, not caring about his own safety. When he looked back, the field they had entered was empty and the doll was long gone, their retreating figure had most defiantly run far in that short space of time. Shimi's head hanged in sadness as Minako hummed sadly.
" Do not worry Shimi... " Minako spoke, " at least I am here, I will never leave your side, nor ever fear you... "
