[doktor monty]

make your own palette/pick your own palette
A warrior king/queen for you! The catch is that you're able to pick a palette for their design! You can either use a pre-made palette or make one yourself!

extras and prettying up are allowed

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End date is December 20th, though it probably won't get judged by the following weekend.

[squints]

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i would appreciate your respect in my throne room,

Doll name:
Fortinbras
after the victor of Hamlet
meaning "strong in arm"

Doll gender:
male he/him

Shadow name:
Ophelia

Shadow gender:
female she/her
(take offense to "it")
(ie: "I like your crown it's pretty!!")

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over here!!


bio of Fortinbras:
This quarry cries on havoc. O proud Death,
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell

Fortinbras is a regal being in stature and disposition. The young man seemed wise at birth, notably even as a child, Fortinbras expressed an innate sense of nobility. He was seemingly always observant and spoke only when called upon. He was a problem solver resolving skirmishes between boyhood friends, delivering just sentences even in youth. Despite his unchanging exterior, his mind burned with passion and desire. His heart betrayed him more often than not, however, his self-restraint was superb in that his rationale always prevailed. Advancing as a young man, Fortinbras was a highly attractive member of the nobility, praised for his wit and level-headedness, the surrounding villages answered to his lordship like a king. Slowly his control spread the older and more aggressive he became. However, unlike most who suffer at the hands of their own hubris, Fortinbras feared his aggressions might fault him. He lacked the ability to think complexly, the world was black and white to Fortinbras. The young man lived in fear of himself and therefore restricted his vices, never a drunk nor a glutton. The dashing lord, fearless in battle blushed at the grace of a woman's touch. His own mother prided herself on her only son, surviving his siblings and father, the two remained exceptionally close. Regals in the surrounding regions sought to marry their daughters off to the young lord, but he refused to marry until he held a higher title. His eyes befell that of the throne of the Danes when word of their current king died fell upon him. It is said that in this moment a grin befell Fortinbras so glorious that even gods wept at his newfound albeit clandestine new enterprise. Word of his conquest remained hushed as to offer an advantage to the imposing lord. His approach was just as secretive and calculated, laying in wait until he fell into the company of
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bio of Ophelia
How should I your true love know
  From another one?

Ophelia was a much more fervent person, born devoured by her mind, a life spent bending desperately to appease the thoughts that crept so viciously to her. She grew up youngest amongst countless sisters, trampled and overlooked, she seemed to possess the most grace and beauty. Gentle in demeanor with a nurturing heart, Ophelia grew to become a nurse, frequently only tending to children. However, given how fair she was, she was called upon by nobility to procure her healing touch. Since youth, she was an airy sprite, fond of nature and art. She was softness embodied with demons far sharper than she, leaving her hopeless in the prospect of love, denying almost all suitors despite their status until the Prince of Danes was taken by her ethereal demeanor. He called upon her to marry him and given the gravity of rejecting the prince Ophelia graciously accepted his hand. However, the heir was a tumultuous man himself, one destined for great tragedy. The prince of current favored vengeance over Ophelia, choosing to drive her away instead of freeing her. Having left the young woman in great turmoil, she fled from him to meet the troops of Fortinbras fast approaching the castle. Fortinbras himself took her by the wrist, taking her, worldlessly with him. The scene was seemingly that of Persephone being gripped by Hades, however, Fortinbras' intentions were far less grave. The survey party that once accompanied him remained hidden in the greenery that surrounded the castle, awaiting the perfect opportunity. Meanwhile, Fortinbras sat the woman down in his tent, the only one free of other soldiers, he thought it best to explain himself in private, but finding himself alone with such an entity made him blush deeply before he began his explanation
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their shared bio
"I beg for your forgiveness given I am justified in my actions" Fortinbras bowed his head after coming to the consensus he might have insulted the woman by so monstrously dragging her to his chambers. His blush made matters worse, and he prayed she would offer an outstretched palm in understanding, given she could ruin his conquest. however, he need not worry as just as he'd hoped the young woman sat, inquiring "Who are you, and why did you so hastily whisk me away?

upon expressing his descent upon the Danish castle, Ophelia sighed, offering herself as an ally. Deeply hurt by The prince's actions Ophelia divulged the prince's own plan to murder his father to obtain the throne which would be an opportune time to seize. Elated by his new upper hand, Fortinbras sent messengers to alert his troops surveying to further devise strategies. While awaiting responses, Fortinbras offered his company to Ophelia, which she welcomed. The woman felt quite safe in his presence, warm and unbothered, dare she say attracted to the lord. Though she swallowed such a thought, certain he could not think past his next approach on the battlefield. Despite his outstanding reason and general intelligence, Fortinbras was inept at socialization and emotion which made him seemingly dull. However, Ophelia was clever in her own right, offering to tend to his wounds gathered from his march, saying no would be impolite, she had him cornered. Scowling, Fortinbras accepted her offer and they chatted as she patched up and changed bandages, he blushed far deeper than he had when they first spoke, which Ophelia found charming.
"A lord of your status must be teased for a lack of prowess" she quipped. Receiving a snort in response, "It's not much in my character, to be rude, I would never encroach on a woman my mother would have my head" He looked away, at anything that wasn't her hands, her face. She was meticulous, clean and fast with her work. He chided himself for speaking so quickly, the words seemed to tumble in the air after he said them, but Ophelia loved it, remaining silent and finding numerous never placed to tend to just to drive him mad. She wanted to see if the blush could be any shade deeper. "Would you mind removing your chest plate, I'd like to be thorough" she spoke matter of factly when ordering as to differentiate between their banter and a genuine request. This switch in tone is what finally got to Fortinbras, "It won't be necessary at the moment," he cleared his throat, locking eye for a moment before turning his gaze towards his feet, "If you would tend to my wounds after the attack on the Danish throne, it would be greatly appreciated" the formality of his proposition with its hidden insulation made Ophelia almost giddy, "I'd be happy to".

Multiple days were spent planning and strategizing. Given the turmoil of the king's relationship to his son and the emotional ruin of the family the throne was weak and poorly guarded. Not only was his timing right, but he also found a nurse to tend to all of his men days before they were needed to flood the prince's throne. All was well and fate seemed to cast her favor on Fortinbras. When the day arrived it seemed, unlike any other. The plan was to have Ophelia enter first, either remaining inside until Fortinbras fell on the unsuspecting castle or flee outwards to update the awaiting army on the status of the prince's plot. Having given her two hours, the army approached, falling on an unguarded castle, meaning the prince's actions had been finalized. Upon entrancing the throne room, Fortinbras witnessed and crumpled Ophelia, an arrow pointing from her heart. She smiled in death, ever so gently. Fortinbras sighed, glancing at the prince whose handiwork befell the nurse. It seemed as though he was not alone in his plot as from his hand fell his wine, tainted in some way. He too sat dead upon his throne, a grimace filled with tardy realization graced him, fitting. Fortinbras swallowed his grief as he stepped over Ophelia, part of his lingering cape tugging as it met the arrow. He took his cape off, allowing it to hide the corpse, he sighed, refusing to turn around for fear of his emotions. He knew better, he'd cry for the hapless nurse, he liked her. He felt as though the two could've had a future, not in this life apparently. He walked towards the throne, picking up the now dead prince, tossing his body from the throne, and sitting down he turned to where his cape lay. He sighed and looked to the crimson mass before him, and his face betrayed him for once, sorrow draped over him as he accepted what he assumed would be his prize.

the infancy of dollhood
He died as lonely as he lived, an unfortunate hunting accident and he was unheard by his comrades who returned to his castle without him. Seemingly betrayed, Fortinbras never really enjoyed the throne, the hunting party figured he must've slipped into the woods to start a new. But he rotted as time took over.

coming to he heard a dreamy sigh and for a moment he felt like he was in a dream himself. Something felt warm and familiar. She spoke softly, "I think I missed you" The now doll chuckled responding with,

"I don't think I know who I am"


the infancy of shadowhood
her voice wouldn't come to her no matter how hard she tried, it would take weeks for her to regain her ability to speak, and months for her to remember anything. It was odd, this form she took, but she felt safe in it. She's yet to say much to Fortinbras who is still regaining his own memories from his past life



sorry i got keyboard happy rip thanks for readin :*

[FluffyBirdie]

It's unusual, don't you think,
fighting for a dream no one sees but yourself,
and seeing violence as the only means to achieve it.
Ruling with an iron fist and a stone heart,
don't you wonder what pain led to this anger?

...It's lonely up here.
This high position drives others away, I tell myself,
but the only problem here is my anger. My terrible, terrible anger.
My name means 'Protector', a name my parents gave with hope;
I guess I'm glad they're not here to see me now.

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Doll name: Abaven - "Proctector"
Doll gender: Male
Shadow name: Euthymius - "Good-spirited"
Shadow gender: Non-binary, male pref
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But this is something I need to do, at whatever cost,
even if I have to be a villain, even if I die shunned.
The crown that sits so heavily on my head disapproves,
but I'm sorry Mius, this needs to be done.

Have I made a mistake, bringing someone so cruel to 'life'?
...No, I have not. Even if you tell me nothing, I know,
I know you're trying to take the self-sacrificing road; I've seen it before.
But Abe, please, this is the wrong path to take.

[dr. pupper]

Im goin crazy. mark

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[doglover947]

Doll name: Airdan Gaeleath
Doll gender: Male
Shadow name: The crown of Luxendor (Lux)
Shadow gender: Female
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[nome senpai]

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[Mimu]

Doll name: Mathies
Doll gender: Male
Shadow name: Hamhuis
Shadow gender: non-binary
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[PikachuTori25]

Doll name: Andor
Doll gender: Male
Shadow name: Palace
Shadow gender: Female
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[rustyroxy]

marking so i can come back & finish up a form