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Notes:
- Hair is a dark brown, but the front is naturally colored a dull grey
- New "parts" are made of porcelain and shattered faintly across the surface, especially near the metal clips
- Original portions of body are cracked near the metal clips
- Parts are completely removed when dealing with limbs and taken apart from the joints
- Thin fabric is underneath overlaying pieces of porcelain over the face, neck, and chest, along with any areas connecting directly with remaining parts that were original
- The green eye is original, while the gold was a replacement
- The hoodie over top of the white shirt lacks sleeves and is more lick a vest
- Lacks hair on the left side of head where the porcelain was placed
- Shoes provide extra height, boosting to around 12 inches tall
- The doll is a designed as a male, but pronouns are undecided
- [shadow] Two bolts that float on either side of neck
- [shadow] Originate from two side-view portraits that had originally been cuff links
- [shadow] Both bolts produce electricity and are magnetically attracted and repulsed simultaneously, thus resulting in floating on either side of the doll's neck

So this contest will basically be to impress me in any way possible, as you can do whatever you want for extras as long as you follow the main form below. Just have fun, and do what you please!

The contest will end on November 14th, but extensions can be given if needed.

So here's the basic skeleton of the form, and make sure to answer the main question:



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Username:
Doll's Name:
Doll Gender:
Shadow Name:
How did the doll become the way they are?:
Personality, Art, Writing, etc...:

[SplashofOrangeJuice]

Oh man, way cool !!! :o

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Username:
Ｉｔ＇ｓ ｑｕｉｔｅ ｔｈｅ ｐｅｃｕｌｉａｒ ｓｔｏｒｙ．．．

When Frank was a young doll, like most young dolls, he was
adored. He went everywhere with his girl and she cared for him as
best as she could. Every night she would take a damp cloth and run
it across his porcelain, and she'd remove his clothes and clean them
once a week, and leave them to hang dry in her room. He had a
special place in her room too, in the west corner. He had a table,
some chairs, and a bed; a typical set up for the life of a doll.
Now this girl grew up quickly in the eyes of Frank. She went from
being a nine year old fourth grader to a 17 year old junior in the
blink of an eye. Now of course, Frank went with this lovely
princess to prom, because the boys in her grade were all too timid
to ask her themselves. At the prom, there was dancing galore, and
then the accident happened. Somehow, Frank ended up face down
on the ground, porcelain shattered. The girl didn't know what
happened. She was I so much shock, it could have been any number
of scenarios: some one bumping into them, some one pulling him
from her hands in an attempt to dance with her, her carelessness
and letting go, etc. No one is really sure though.
After the initial shock, and the attempts to contain her emotions,
the girl gathered the broken pieces, and went back to her table.
The damage was catastrophic. His right leg was completely
shattered except for his foot, his torso was in nearly the same
position, and his face wad badly shattered on his left. The girl was
done with prom, and in tears she called her mom to come get
her...
The next week they met with a specialist to repair his damaged
body. The specialist lacked quite a few of the necessary parts to
make Frank appear authentic, but it would have to do. The sweet
girl couldn't bear to see her boy broken down to almost nothing
any longer.
The man found the parts to repair Frank with, but the porcelain
needed to be fashioned on it's own and made to his specifics. The
specialist also lacked a green eye, one of the pieces the girl was
unable to find at the prom. In turn, Frank was given a shimmering
gold eye, a true sign of his courage and willpower to survive. The
job wasn't done perfectly, as the porcelain baked became a
different hue to the rest of Frank's existing porcelain, and the way
he was put back together included metal clips along with thin
fabric and glue to bond the old and new. All accounted for, it took
about a week to finish repairing him.
A year later the girl graduated from high school and went off to
college, leaving Frank behind in her room. Four years went by,
and the girl would visit during her breaks, but it's wasn't ever quite
the same. The spark in her eyes from one glance at Frank faded
away. At the end of her college education, she had grown so much
and was moving on to bigger and better things; and she moved to a
bigger city, away from home and away from Frank. Over time,
Frank was abandoned and sent to a thrift store for vintage goods.
Vitas found him, and together they planned an escape and made
their way to the Dollhouse.

SplashofOrangeJuice

Doll's Name:
Frank

Doll Gender:
Male

Shadow Name:
Vitas;
sometimes jokingly reffered to
as "Mother and Father" by Frank

How did the doll become the way they are?:
Story to the right >






Art by me

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[Tart]

Username: Tart
Doll's Name: Francis 'Franny' La'Croix
Doll Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/they/It
Shadow Name: Shillioette
How did the doll become the way they are?:

There once was a small boy who lived with his wealthy parents. The child was always sickly but had the brightest smile.
The parents were desprate to help their child trying anything and everything. Until one day when a strange man approached claiming to be able to save the child. But at a steep cost, one that would change the boy forever. Caught up in the scam the parents were tricked which cost them their fortune and their lives. The boy henceforth the only survivor, now covered in burns huddling pitifully in the streets. The child clutched to the last thing of his parents a pair of cuff links belonging to his father. Alone and in pain the child wept until he felt pain no more.
Now, once there was a doll. It was brittle and would crack at the slightest touch. But it has the brightest smile so some kind soul fixed him.

Personality 'N Things:
Franny is a gentle and kind soul. He often cannot find words to express himself, although it doesn't help that when he speaks it comes out cracked and warped so he is selectively mute. Always looking for the simple peace of things like light filtering through autumn leaves . However Franny is a massive klutz, he often trips over his massive feet which causes nothing but more repairs. Although he's in a generally good mood he often finds himself feeling depressed to which Shillioette gives a reassuring squeeze. Francis doesn't have many friends due to his lack of 'voicing' things and intimidating looks but those which stick with him Franny will defend.

[Jinx.]

ooohhHHH MY GOOOSshhH

[Tricksters]

Username: Tricksters
Doll's Name: Trench
Doll Gender: Male
Pronouns: He, him, It, It's
Shadow Name: Bunici
Personality:
Trench has never been the one to talk a lot. He's calm,
collected, and fairly reserved. Not having the nerve to spark
up conversations, most other dolls think the porcelain took away
his voice, which isn't true. He just never has anything
to say, and when he wants to speak it's not always a compliment,
more of something that can come off rude or inconsiderate.

How did the doll become the way they are?:
Trench was never the doll most played with, but being the brother doll
to a girls most totted around position, he got brought with her. He got
to sit in the car until the girl came back from the store, nearly get taken away
by seagulls at the beach, and get accidentally left in the drive
way after falling out of the car door before she went on a trip. He didn't
show that he cared much if he was left like this, as to not upset his sister
and her joy, but deep inside he couldn't help feeling forgotten, or abandoned.

But one can't suppress their feelings forever. Trench finally cracked the
day his owner brought the two dolls on a paddle boat, and placed them besides
each other on the back, holding hands as she and her mother paddled the boat
around.

"Isn't this amazing?" Trench's sister sighed quietly.

"No, it isn't." Trench replied to her after a moment of silence. He tore
his hand away from hers and flopped down on his side. He glared out at the kelp
dancing beneath the water.

She sighed. "I know Lillian doesn't much pay attention to you, but it's because you're
not her type of thing..." she trailed off. "but hey, I did hear that the adoption of the son
is going well.. so maybe lillian will give you to him, so that way you'll have someone who''l
care for you better?"

Trench's eyes brightened and he sat up straight. "Are you serious?" He exclaimed giddily,
looking her in the eyes. Her eyes showed nothing more than remorse, but her face showed
happiness for him. His smile faded as he studied her eyes. "wh-"

Suddenly, the small bolt jolted as it hit another boat on mistake, and his sister grabbed his wrist
and dragged him to the edge of the boat. "I'm sorry!" she exclaimed in the commotion. "it's
for your own good!" She dropped him and he hit the waves, becoming intertwined in the kelp
as he sank into the water.




Years upon years later, the park closed down, and the man made lake was drained in preparation
to build an apartment complex over the land. An old man whom was taking one last look at
the park, went into the cavern in the ground where the lake once was. He collected flip-flops,
sunglasses, tennis balls, golf balls, etc. He fumbled through a patch of dried, dead kelp, looking
for anything salvageable that anyone had left behind. Suddenly, he unearthed the hand of a doll.
He pulled Trench out of the dead plant, and examined him. He was cracked, missing parts of his
body, and was water logged. His clothes were torn and molded. The man smiled quickly, he laid Trench
on the ground as he hoisted his full bag over his shoulder. Picking up the doll as he stood, he hurriedly
exited the hole where the lake once was, and left the taped off area.

Trench was tired, and all around achy once he awoke. He was on a sofa like piece of furniture, but it was
small, his size. He blinked and glanced around, taking in the sight of dozens of stuffed animals, vintage
dolls, and unfinished doll houses. He looked down at himself. He had new clothes on, and his body
was covered in patches of porcelain over cracks. He felt his head, his hat was missing.

Bringing his hands down
to his face, he traced his hand over the cracks and patches, amazed. He felt his neck, and instantly was
shocked. He yelped, pulling his hands away. He had no idea what caused the shock, concerned he
was placed in a dog shock collar, he got to his feet, stumbling. He hopped off the cabinet and onto the floor,
heading for the nearly finished doll house, which he could see a small mirror from the
open wall. He climbed up the leg of the table and up to the doll house, and crept in through the door, and hastily
searched for the mirror.

Trench stood before the mirror, watching the two bolts hover on either side of his neck, and studying his
new appearance in the mirror.

"I can't believe it..." he muttered.

"he cares"

[bearlygrunge]

Initial reaction: "Ohh, I love youuuu." Hehe. o3o

RESERVE.

[squints]

Maybe Res
Babbbbe
-afraid of storms
-big n lumbering super loving

[Offended Cockatiel]

Username: Offended Cockatiel
Doll's Name: Ame-damnée [ahm dah-ney]
Doll Gender: Agendered [They/them]
Shadow Name: Shelly
How did the doll become the way they are?:
Personality, Art, Writing, etc...:


I've done some things that I can't speak.

There lived two children, twin boy and girl. One liked new and born, and one liked old and dying. One preferred the chirp of spring birds and the other the cough of ailing death, and both liked each other just fine. New and old. Girl and boy. Dark and light, soft and sweet. One was Daisy and the other Allison.

Now, you may have already picked your favorite. But new is not always gold, and old does not mean throwaway.

For Daisy was a dark child, a sweet child that fit her name with the angelic grin of innocence, and she enjoyed new things for their ignorance, for the easy way they could be destroyed. And Allison, the gentle boy, fell for the idea of dying with a mind made up of spinning corkscrews that wished to make the last few moments of any creature, being or critter as peaceful and kind as possibly.

He'd place water and flowers by the beds of the ill, Daisy would pick at the petals, and ask them what their last wishes mite be. It was quite a bit concerning, but they persisted as any normal child mite. And just like the snap of a finger, the motion or the bones, the little flowers died just as the people did, and when they lived the flowers persevered as well.

Now, Diasy and Allison, the young ones, weren't quite born into a family with a lot of wealth to offer them. Two babies was a lot to ask for when the pregnancy that expected just one child was a shock itself. ever since they were born the two shared everything; a crib, a blanket, books, papers, pillows, nothing was singly their own. And the thing that they shared with the most brevity was a beautiful doll that titled named "Amy".

In the dark they clung to that doll and not to each other, and in the light they dragged it about everywhere they trampled. It seems that the doll was practically cut in the middle, Daisys small hand gripped at its torso "Mine...", Allisons slightly smaller fingers wrapped around Amys legs "Mmhm...".

Clinging to a tiny bit of memory, Ame can remember how they raced around with them, how clumsy they were with Ame in their hands. The way they almost never separated, how their cold little limbs clung to them, trying to keep the doll safe with all of their lives.

Days and months passed by, the process of their lives changed, and it would only be a matter of time until the world changed.


The year was 1819, the children were 12 and taking responsibility for their age. They still did everything together, they hid away their little smashed up doll underneath their bed and helplessly hung unto it when the voices of their family died down in the night. How many sisters... How many brothers? 2 and 4. Daisy and Allison were not alone, after them trailed six little siblings. Abigail, Mildred, Aquila, Ambrose, Michaiah, Julius, and Levi. Their names all formed into blurry memories nowadays within Ames mind.

But, the two children took it upon themselves to work long hours with their city's large cotton mill. With them came Ambrose and Abigail, 9 and 8 years of age respectively. They were a family of many mouths to feed and bodies to clothes.

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Other would proclaim their disdain, it's didn't seem healthy, what these two did. What they had going, it didnt make sense. But soon the voices of outliers would become shushed, the noise a soft wisp that trailed gently with comfort.


How can you not honestly?

It itches underneath my flesh.

Not generally, but can be quite aggressive

[Kawartsii]

oh yeees
defs entering * D *

[soul.]

Username: soul.
Doll's Name: Ichigo (may change)
Doll Gender: male, male pronouns
Shadow Name:
How did the doll become the way they are?:
Personality, Art, Writing, etc...:

may enter! uwu