Fantasy Lost in Words: Characters

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Name:
Age: [Doll society is about three hundred years old, so your character should be no older than that.]
Height: [No taller than around 30 centimeters.]
History: [The standard. If you have any questions about anything that might be relevant to this such as lore, or you want to work something related to your character into the plot, just message me.]
Physical Description: [Rather than just an appearance section, this should be used to note anything physically notable or unique about your character. Things like old wounds or quirks in their construction that might be relevant in some way or another. Also use this as a regular appearance section if you don't have an image.]
Belongings: [Think stuff that your character would bring with them on a journey out of Alexandria.]
Skills:

 

[simj26]

MinaAge:
93

Height:
17 cm

History:
A plush who wanders within and around the outskirts of Alexandria, a doctor’s bag in hand, silent and dedicated to her duty as a caregiver to wounded dolls. She fulfils the stereotype of plushes, being a hermit of sorts, preferring solitude, yet she enjoys her work as a healer, to a point where she doesn't bother accepting Signatures from her patients.

Born from the Great Chute like all other dolls, Mina found her name in a book stripped from its title, possibly as use for currency before that was outlawed entirely. Not knowing exactly what else to do past that, the doll wandered the expanses of the Library. Of course, the newborn doll, unlearned of the ways of the Library, was soon beset by Mites. Her first reaction was curiosity, attempting to close in on one of the Mites to have a closer look at it. When it slashed at her leg with one of its pincers however, she realised that it was not an easy research material, and began to scramble away from the creature. She was found by a group of Scholars, who had been returning from an expedition, and they made swift work of the encroaching Mites. Her leg was subsequently tended to by one of the Scholars, her filling restored and patched up neatly. Though she still limps on that foot from that day, it was comparably better than not being able to walk again.

Noting the doll’s quick and deft handiwork, Mina sought to learn from him, and tailed after the Scholar, learning all she could from him. He called himself Harker, and fancied himself a ‘doctor’ of sorts to the Scholars and the other dolls. Learned in the ways of restoring dolls to serviceable conditions, he drew the curiosity of Mina. She picked up quickly from Harker, and, soon enough, could just barely match his ability.

Harker left one day with an expedition of Scholars, leaving Mina to fend for herself. Though she waited for the other doll to return, he never did. Years passed, and she grew weary of waiting. She took her belongings, packed them into a doctor’s bag that Harker had made for her, and began to wander, bringing her services to outside the walls of Alexandria, helping any doll who came by, wounded from an unfortunate accident or by Mites. Her stranger behaviour as a medical expert of sorts has earned her a bit of name, and though she never really accepts payment, she seems to accept favours, such as replenishing her doctor’s supplies.


Physical Description:
A humanoid plush whose main inspirations seem to be from the multiple fields, possessing the traits of a nurse and a doctor, such as her doctor’s coat and her nurse’s headpiece, ears, which resemble bandages, that of a dog’s, and sporting white bandages across her body.

She lacks any mode of speech, due to the X covering her mouth. She seems to be still capable of making some muffled sounds from under her bandages, but otherwise resorts to hand gestures or body language to get her message through.

Most of her bandages are, of course, cosmetic, but she sports a scar on her left leg, and she noticeably limps with it. The work of her first encounter of a Mite, clearly.

Belongings:
Rolls of thread
Twine
Wooden sewing needle
Glue

Skills:
Repair/Healing: Mina is rather learned in the art of fixing up other dolls, from sewing up plushes like herself to putting mannequins back together. She is also capable of fixing up clothing and the like. Though her bedside manner is lacking, her skills as a doctor amongst the dolls is incomparable.​

 

[ambition]

It starts with a feeling of wrongness. A knot deep within the pit of man's stomach. Ever does he yearn for the unfamiliar; the dangerous for a people so set in their ways of comfort. But like a poison, curiosity grows, until it taints everything in is wake and urges its victim forward into the great unknown. It is his fall from grace and his reincarnation all in the same fell swoop. UNKNOWN

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Et Cetera

A curious doll desperate to explore the unknown and to fulfil a promise. Above all else, he just wants to find a sense of purpose, something he believes he'll never find in Alexandria.

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General Information

Et Cetera, a doll who has existed for one hundred and five years, give or take a few of them. They are perhaps male; at least that is what he tends to respond the quickest to. He stands as tall as 17.78 cm, no larger than the small paperback chapter book he chose his name from.

Appearance

A doll lovingly crafted from porcelain and it both shows in the detail of his skin, eyes, and attire and the countless patched up cracks littering his body - the most obvious of the blemishes to his appearance being the crack beneath his left eye. A crack that, by nothing short of a miracle, has only worsened a fraction throughout the years. His eyes are glass and mismatched - the left a lighter blue than the right, as if one has been replaced.

Though not visible due to being covered by his attire, Cetera's back and legs have been reinforced with wood in an attempt to combat the fragility of the material he was crafted from.

Untreated cracks where force broke past the wooden barriers are especially common in his torso, but whether it be from willful denial or a genuine lack of awareness on his part, he has yet to do anything about them.

Belongings

» White Scarf (x1)
» Wooden Needle (x1)
» Spool of Thread (x1)

» Beaded Necklace (x2)
» Thumb Tack (x1)
» Jagged piece of rock. (x1)

Skills

[IMG='width:150px;']https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c8/ae/1b/c8ae1ba51ef46a9aacda6bf9d0246eba.jpg[/IMG]MINOR TRANSLATIONS. A time spent in the tutalege of a translator has granted him with a grade school reading level of the "Strange Language".

SWORDSMANSHIP, OF A SORT. Cetera's greatest companion is his trusted needle, of which he has learned to wield as a tool of battle. He is capable enough with it to hold his own, but his prowess certainly wouldn't be the inspiration of tales and/or songs.

CRAFT. In a desperate attempt to be 'useful', long since has the doll worked to gain the skills of a craftsman, turning wood into useful tools or decorative pieces as needed. Due to how plenty the material is and the various manners it can be used, this skill is perhaps his most beneficial to those he is teamed with.

In short, he can kind of read but it's not much better than a 10 year old's reading level. More importantly he can make things to help his teammates out and is kind of good at it.​

History of The Doll

The Great Chute was unforgiving to the fragile, a doll's first introduction to his world and his existence being a collision with the ground and the marring of his previously unmarred shell. Et Cetera was among the fortunate, landing both in the safety of Alexandria and in the presence of a Translator. The translator was nothing if not kind to the confused doll, taking him in and teaching him the ways of The Library. It was even through their tutelage that the doll found his name - Et Cetera, on a page of a book with a stripped title. The first book he'd ever learned to read from. Unfortunately, where it seemed Cetera was on the path of becoming a translator himself, a mention of wanting to 'Travel beyond the safety of Alexandria' and the fall out that resulted from what was meant to be a lighthearted comment severed his and his mentor's arrangement and urged Cetera towards the path of the Scholars.

Unfortunately, finding a group willing to take him in the beginning was an impossibility that he had no true idea how to resolve. His skills at the time were nonexistent beyond translating passages from books. Though an entertaining party trick to gain 'respect' of a sort, it offered no protection against Mites, no matter how much he swore he could handle himself. Desperation eventually caught the attention of one experienced Scholar. Though the scholar had no interest in becoming a mentor to anyone, he did help lead Cetera in the right direction to educate himself and train to become a scholar in his own right one day. All with the challenge and promise to "one day meet in the Outer Shallows and return his scarf". Unsurprisingly, that very scarf became a part of Cetera's day-to-day fashion as a means to remember that promise.

Taking suggestions and turning them into action wasn't the easiest feat. Proving himself with a needle came at the consequence of injury and the necessity of lying about his proficiency. While it did enable him to gain some experience in more dangerous terrains, it meant forfeiting the more genuine parts of himself and earned him more than a few additional cracks. It also left him a few signatures lighter, as it often was a monetary incentive that incited Scholar teams to allow him to tag along. In a few years time he had enough of a reputation to be allowed on short expeditions and enough experience against the dangers of The Library to wield a needle proficiently. Still, he was no gifted swordsman. He was average at best and if he wanted to reach the Outer Shallows one day, he needed something else to attract those who ventured out that far.

It turned out his reading ability was more of an asset than he thought.

Carpentry. It was a word that took him a good thirty minutes to enunciate and thrice that time to discern its meaning. He knew of plenty woodworkers living in Alexandria. Who else would have crafted the great city? Yet by pure happenstance the book he'd knocked over on accident offered unfamiliar techniques for, not cosmetic purposes or city building, but survival in difficult terrain. Weaponry. Temporary lodging. Physical support. Light. So many useful items, all with instructions written in emotionless black ink. Needless to say, he took to practising the techniques written in that book with renewed vigour until he was carving his own wooden needles and attaching haphazardly made wooden support beams to himself.

Though it meant spending years with craftsmen, thus putting his adventures on a temporary hiatus, his eventual skill with crafting opened up doors that were previously closed to him. Those skills, aided by his adventurous nature introduced him to scholar circles of the more ambitious variety. He was an asset, or at the very least had the potential to be should he survive the journey. By his one hundred and fifth year, he was a seasoned Scholar with a yearning to travel further and further into the Library the dolls called home. And, more importantly, he was desperate to fulfil a promise he made when he was younger.

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[Lucem]

Bishop Love
Age
222

Height
30 cm

History
From the moment he was born, Bishop believed he could not live. The emergence of his conscious mind was greeted by awful sensations and sights, his descent from the Great Chute soon followed by Dolls that noticed his unique construction. Unlike them, he was not made of porcelain or plush, and his wooden limbs only concealed the shining peculiarities within. He was born with a cursed body, seen as a living resource by those that had the fortune of finding him first, mere moments after falling from the sky. His first memory was of their attempts at breaking his outer shell to get to the precious metal inside. If they had started with the legs, it most likely would have been his last.

He was forced to run. It took time for him to understand why. He was desired for what he was rather than who he was. His status as a living being was secondary to his potential as an object, his innards being useful to make tools that were of great help during the early years of his kind's civilization. His outward appearance concealed these metallic parts, but if they were ever discovered, he would surely be ripped apart once again. That possibility consumed his every waking moment. Would the Dolls that tried to harvest his parts remember his face? Would he cease to exist and be made into something else? Those thoughts were too much for him, forcing him to separate from every living thing.

Many years passed without any notable experiences. It was a lonesome existence filled with nothingness. Dolls didn't die so easily, their lifespans unknown unless they suffered a cruel end by being reduced to ash. Many individuals may not have thought much of that, but it weighed on him heavily. He was burdened with a never-ending life spent waiting for the moment he'd be ripped apart. An eternity of walking further into the shadowy depths of the Library to escape a budding civilization that only sought to do him harm, forced to live with only the Mites as company. What kind of existence was that? For what reason was he born? Was it just for the sake of being scrapped moments later? If so, it would have been better if he was never born at all. It was all too much to bear.

Rather than live an infinite amount of days drifting through the darkness until someone tore him apart, he decided to end everything. It was impossible to say what came after death. Maybe there was nothing at all. Regardless of the answer, anything would be preferable to the way things were. However, he still refused to let his body be used by the Dolls. If his life were to end, he wouldn't allow his death to benefit them. It was the only act of defiance he could manage, motivated by sorrow and spite. He'd sooner offer his body to the Mites.

Wishing to end his life, he continued walking deeper into the Library, each step made without a single thought crossing his mind. His mind was vacant, having given up on everything. It was far past the time to be concerned with hopes and desires, fantasies about how things could have been different, and the conflicting feelings of hatred and wanting to be accepted. He lived with fear for so long, but there was none of it as he offered himself to whatever force destroyed him. Whether it be the Mites, or just a great fall, he accepted it all.

When he finally recovered from his disconnect with reality, his vision was obscured by a large cloud of dust. He couldn't move any part of his body, his damaged limbs barely connected to his torso by wires. He was in a horrible state, but unfortunately still alive. To make matters worse, he could see a shadowy figure through the powdery fog. Its body looked nothing like a Mite, only made more clear as it came closer, its hand reaching out to touch him. If it were possible, he would have chuckled, but he could only muster a melancholic smile. In the end, he couldn't avoid his fate. Nothing he did ever mattered. This was always the outcome that awaited him. Even if he tried to avoid it by ending his own life, he'd still be denied the only choice he was free to make. He was born for this purpose. He was always going to be torn apart like this. In that moment, he had no choice but to accept it, drifting into unconsciousness with the knowledge that his life meant nothing.

Much to his surprise, he awoke in a comfortable bed made of strange fabric, his wounds mended to some degree. Instead of being torn limb from limb, he was put back together. It was something that only another Doll could have done, but that fact conflicted with everything he had ever known, causing him great confusion that was amplified by his momentary delirium. That was when she walked in.

She expressed joy at seeing that he was awake, fussing over him to see if he was alright. It was behavior he had never seen before. While it obviously added to his confusion, it also terrified him a bit. It was unnatural. Still, he offered reluctant answers, his fear accompanied by something soothing that seemed to draw out a response. It was an uncomfortable experience filled with contradictions.

She introduced herself as Annabelle, explaining that she had brought him to her home after finding him during one of her explorations. It was a relatively secluded spot, away from the eyes of Doll communities, but a fair distance from the places where Mites were known to lurk. Only the two of them were here, and she offered him the use of her home for as long as he liked, able to stay until he was feeling well enough to leave. He couldn't explain why he accepted her hospitality. His injuries were a reasonable excuse, but in truth, it wasn't a significant motivator. Something just compelled him to do so.

He lived with her for weeks, barely saying a word unless asked a question. Despite his reluctance to speak, he found himself constantly stealing glances at the woman. She was an anomaly to him, always displaying kindness and understanding. She never asked anything about his history, as if she could sense his unspoken discomfort. She only ever asked how he was doing, always speaking to him with a soft smile. It made him uncomfortable, but not in a way that he would describe as horrible. He simply couldn't understand her. She saw him in such a state, but didn't ask why. She saw what he was, but didn't comment on it. Why? Her apparent lack of curiosity only fueled his own. Before he knew it, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

Their relationship progressed at a snail's pace, considering his reluctance to do something else besides stare at her all day. He eventually started helping her with daily chores around the house, feeling bad for letting her do everything alone after she had helped him so much. Despite his wariness, he would always approach her to ask about how he could help. He only hoped that he was able to hide his embarrassment when she commented about knowing that he was a good person all along. Although, he refrained from assisting with one thing.

While he was curious about her, he was absolutely amazed by her craft. She spent most of her time with a thread and needle in hand, making dresses and other clothing. Everything she produced was wonderful to look at, including the expression she wore while working. He was captivated. One day, she finally called him out on his peeping, asking if he'd like to know more.

Annabelle loved to read everything she could, fascinated by stories and the worlds inside them. It was her desire to reproduce the beautiful things in those stories in her own life. Doing so brought her joy, but it wasn't for her sake alone. She wanted to share that feeling with everyone else. Including him, someone that she didn't even know.

When she felt comfortable enough to ask him for his name, he couldn't answer. He never had one. He never had the opportunity to decide things like that, far too busy trying to maintain his solitude to avoid being ripped apart. Because he lived a life like that, he couldn't understand why she wanted to bring joy to others and fill the world with beauty. Dolls didn't care about things like that. They were selfish, lacking any care for something other than themselves. They were awful things he wanted to join but couldn't, as they were just that awful. It was another contradiction, wanting to be accepted by something that he hated. He was awful for even feeling that way, but it was unavoidable. Dolls were horrible. That's why he couldn't understand her. He couldn't understand how she could be so caring.

Annabelle didn't respond to his emotional rant with horror, disgust, or anger. She simply smiled like always, her eyes revealing compassion and sympathy. She listened and understood, so she offered to help him understand. She wanted to show him something beyond the four walls of her home.

Despite feeling absolute terror at the prospect of walking into an area filled with Dolls, his curiosity was able to overpower his paranoia. Disguised by a handmade cloak, he accompanied her to a community he was forced to run from, watching as she handed out her clothes to those who needed them. He even helped hand out a few, which earned him thankful reactions. He saw many things that day, all of which he never had before. Smiles, sadness, and everything between the two. It served as a way to open his eyes, broadening his horizons beyond the years of horrible experiences. To think there were Dolls like this. In addition, he was also able to see why his caretaker secluded herself.

Annabelle had a reputation for rambling about things that made some Dolls uncomfortable. Her thoughts about why the Library, the books, and every Doll existed were the primary reason. Her absurd belief that there was something beyond what they could see, where the makers of these books originated. Somewhere out there, the beautiful things in those books had to exist. Until they could be found, she'd try to create some of that beauty herself.

After that day, the two of them became much closer. He tried his hand at needlework, proving to be a slow learner. Thankfully, he had a patient teacher who was appreciative of his efforts to help. He wanted to believe in her dream of seeing a world filled with beautiful things. He now knew that not every Doll was cruel, and he wanted to bring that beauty to see more of the smiles he was finally able experience. She gave him a reason to live. She also gave him a name. Instead of just being a living source of metal, he was now a Doll with a purpose. He was Bishop.

As his skills grew, so did the bond between him and Annabelle. It was a relationship symbolized by the rings he crafted, along with the name they decided to share. They became a family like the ones the ones that lived happily ever after in the stories both of them loved so much.

During one of their usual expeditions, the search for resources was halted by chaos. An unexpected influx of Mites forced them deeper into the Library, running into unexplored territory. His vision was poor in the darkness, but Annabelle apparently had better sight than him. She could see something in the shadows, and the woman was quick to push him away from whatever caused her so much panic. In the mayhem, one of many hidden traps was triggered, causing the area to rumble and be assaulted by collapsing books. Caught between this hazard and the stirring Mites, he reached out in an attempt to grab Annabelle. His efforts were futile, only able to hear her body snap as the piece he held disconnected, separating her from him entirely as the novels came between them. The distress messed with his mind, ruining his clarity and causing disorientation. He could only remember the sound of his own yells as he ran away, unable to find the woman he loved. She was gone.

After returning from the horror of that day, Bishop remained in a catatonic state for a period of time, overwhelmed by everything. He blamed himself and his lack of ability, unable to do anything for someone that did everything for him. He was all alone, surrounded by unfinished works that reminded him of his failure.

With time, the unfinished projects in his home became motivations to move forward, rather than haunting images of the past that forced him to remain still. If he allowed himself to completely give in to despair, it would dishonor Annabelle's memory and everything she did for him during his time of need. It would be an insult to the time they spent together. From then on, he focused on fulfilling their dream.

Bishop continued to live in seclusion, only leaving his home to gather materials and bring gifts to other Dolls. While he still made clothes, he expanded his list of projects, trying to bring even more beautiful things from the world of books into reality. He read everything he could, paying attrition to descriptions and the occasional image for the sake of recreating them. His capabilities were only limited by the materials that were available to him, which he tried to make up for with creativity. Toys, sculptures, clothes, and all other sorts of baubles filled his workshop, always being improved upon so he could introduce them to everyone. Although, his passion wasn't always able to distract from lingering sorrow.

He still missed Annabelle. He wanted nothing more than to see her face and feel her touch. In his loneliness, he attempted to craft an object in her image. That was his only intention, but this one act opened many doors. It eventually led him to create other small figurines modeled after Dolls, many being completely unique designs born from his own imagination. These toys turned out to be fairly popular during his usual deliveries.

Rather than being purely motivated by his loneliness or desire to see other Dolls happy, his creations were fueled by curiosity. What made Dolls different from the toys he made? Was there some maker out there that did things like this? Did Dolls just exist for no reason after being born from the Chute? How and why did they live? The questions running through his mind reminded him of the time he spent wandering through the darkness with the desire to end his life, but his curiosity wasn't tied to the despair he felt in the past. Instead, it was hope.

Bishop still kept the piece of Annabelle that she lost on that horrible day. His recent activities and thoughts about the nature of their lives made him consider the possibility of returning from death. Could he recreate a new body for her? Could she return to him? That dangerous line of thinking even reinvigorated his hopes that his Anna could still be alive out there. If not, his ideas could be comparable to the role of God that existed in books detailing religions. Life was a curious thing.

Today, Bishop still lives in seclusion, known only as the kind toymaker that visits communities to deliver his works before leaving once again. An old doll that only wants to bring beauty into the world and see people smile. More than any other, he wants to see his beloved Annabelle's smile once again.

Physical Description
Bishop is in remarkably good condition for an old Doll. He is among the tallest of his peers, but still possesses flexibility. His body seems to be made of quality wood, but metal pieces hide inside, functioning like bones and ligaments. When needed, parts of his body can be opened or removed, revealing the shining interior. The wooden frames remain connected by wires that stick to the other pieces. While he usually doesn't open up, except for easily movable parts like his fingers, his chest is a different story. Much like a closet, portions of his chest can be opened, which he often uses as a way to store tools. Underneath his clothing, there are a few dark lines that mark where old injuries used to be from previous harvest attempts. He has two black lines underneath his eyes that reveal past damage.

Belongings
Bishop usually carries his tools on him when he leaves home. These these range from needles to nails and ink to paint. He also carries a small notebook that contains designs for his toys.

Skills
Bishop is a skilled craftsman that has spent many years trying to make the best possible products. He has experience with woodwork, plush, and patchwork, all of which can be seen in the things he creates. He has some experience with metal after tinkering with his own body, but would like more opportunities to improve. Aside from toy making, Bishop is also a gifted seamster and artist.

While he is by no means a warrior, Bishop is able to defend himself to some degree by using the sharpened pieces of metal inside his body like claws and daggers. Having lived a long time, he's learned a lot of things, preferring to use intelligence over violence when possible. His memory and creativity make his attempts at thinking around conflict a bit easier.​

 

[SoftSmile]

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Age: 272
Height: 24cm
[div class="Line"][/div] Skills: Sticky substance; Her hair is comprised of an unidentified slimy, sticky substance. She uses this to capture mites and dolls alike. Her body is made of a rubbery material, making it unaffected by her hair.
Temporary repair; Her removable stickiness comes in handy when needing to repair some dolls. Though it's hard to get the substance off.
Belongings: Nothing
[div class="Line"][/div] Physical Description: Her body is made of a strong rubbery substance, which clashes with her overly sticky hair. Under extreme heat her body will begin boiling and evaporate. Under her dress, at some point her rubbery torso becomes a similar substance to her hair. In her personal space below her, melted slimy goop surrounds her where ever she goes--This helps with people keeping a proper distance from her. However, her torso can still be ripped into shreds, along with her body being eaten. She's very tasty.
[div class="Line"][/div] History: When she fell out of the chute, not many dolls were interested in her. They couldn't touch her, nor even go near her without getting some disgusting stuff on their hands. At the young age of twenty, she became a scholar. Mites weren't able to harm her like other dolls, they would get stuck trying to eat her or attack her. This lead her to many great ideas which led to her riches.

She began to preserve mites for studying purposes, which helped scholars and translators tremendously with evolving Barrier City. In exchange she was paid handsomely, she used all of those signatures to invest in the metal business. She became more suspicious to the other dolls with her years, metal wasn't exactly unheard of. Though the fact one doll could have enough to make things was very peculiar and outraging. There has been rumors of her killing the scholars she hires, along with sitting by the chute and taking dolls apart to find any valuable resources.

However, this could never be proven. She stays reserved and emotionless everywhere, leading to believe she's a defect--Or meant to be a powerful leader. No matter what the dolls believe her to be, she will always be one thing; Rich. She has a large home, made of olden wood. She uses this as an extra cash-grab, giving people tours for signatures. People marvel at her house, but are in complete awe and jealousy about her metal crown. She wears it everywhere, stuck on her head like gorilla glue. Dolls who attempted to steal it were strangely never seen or never talked again.

She spends most of her time at 'home' reserved and reclusive in her nature. The only dolls she seems to have relations with is her two guards, and even they say she is not a doll you would see as an ally.
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[SP3CT3R]

Name: None (Calling him "Dragon" OOC until he gets one)
Age: Three hours
Height: 25 centimeters
History: Dragon was just created. He doesn't have much history.
Physical Description: Dragon is a fairly large plush doll that vaguely resembles an eastern dragon. He's covered in ice-blue velvet with a cream-colored underbelly and paw pads. He has buttons for eyes (which can change shape to show emotion), a dark blue mane of hair, and a snout with no visible mouth and two pieces of yarn for whiskers. Dragon has a small pair of white wings on his back that lets him fly short distances, and his tail ends in a pom-pom.
Belongings: None
Skills: None

 

[_Line 213]

Wilford Winds​

[picture in progress]​

Age: 89
Height: 30-ish centimeters.​

"No no no! It's Winds, as-in, you know, the wind! A breeze! Not Winds as in winding a clock or anything, why would you even think that?"
-- Wilford, justifying a name that he thought would go over far better early on.

Spoiler: History

Once upon a time, in the depths of the library, a very peculiar doll fell from the heights of the Great Chute. A foot tall, nearly, and spindly indeed, gaunt form accented by the well-fitting clothes of a performer that adorned his otherwise sparse frame.

Yet, his strangest feature of all, and one which he has yet to find adorns any other doll, was the odd key winder protruding from his back.

And when this winder was turned, the freshly-minted fellow found that he was able to tinkle out a tune most wonderful and inspiring; indeed, it was the very first sound of comfort he ever heard within the depths of the library, and found himself besieged with the burning desire to display such a miraculous talent to others.

His naivete likely would have resulted in the swift end to such a career, had the first other fellow he came across, an elderly, decomposing doll of many years, told him of all those who would sooner see his mechanical innards taken and re-purposed as weaponry for fighting the Mites, beasts most horrid that stowed away in the darkest corners and tunnels of the twisting library.

And so, the poor fellow found himself in a spot of deep dismay; the only thing in this world that comforted him was, it seemed, to be forever silenced, lest the only sane people around him rip him apart for the sake of their own survival. What sort of horrid world to be born into was this?

He pulled his key carefully from his back, keeping it wrapped at his side at all times as he crept through the creaking alleys of Alexandria, devoid of skills and purpose. In secret and silence, where no one else could hear, he slowly perfected his craft, discovering that the musical cylinder in here was a complex creature indeed, capable of rearranging itself to play all sorts of plinks. And yet, all the while, the inability to play for others weighed heavily upon his mind.

Yet, unable to distance himself from music entirely, the young fellow found himself a job bussing for and cleaning up after the guests of a local music hall, interspersed with brief segments of assisting with acts, or, with exceeding rarity, composing music for some of the performers. It was over the course of this reasonable existence that he fell in love with a marionette performer known as Madeline, a backup dancer for the hall's premiere porcelain beauty.

Over the course of a long set of interpersonal trials and tribulations, the two have managed to settle in as a young and happy couple, taking on the rare lifestyle of love despite some of the odd looks they receive from the rest of society.

Which, of course, made it all the more painful and puzzling when Wilford received a most unusual call.

Seeing as none but Madeline know of Wilford's more peculiar talent--at least to the young fellow's knowledge--he cannot possibly imagine what could result in him receiving the call. Yet, even so, in hopes that he can find some reason why he is who he is--and, indeed, why the world is what it is--Wilford has left his loving wife behind for the sake of setting his feet outside of Alexandria, all while promising to find some way, any way, to send letters home.

Spoiler: Belongings and Skills

Belongings:

-- Scrolls, parchment, pens, ink, charcoal.
-- His key winder.



Skills:

Wilford's most notable skill is his ability to wind up his internals and play just about any melody he wants by using the adjustable cylinder within him. As a result, he has a high degree of musical affinity, capable of arranging, playing, and singing all sorts of songs. However, Wilford keeps this particular talent close to his chest, as he is deathly afraid that should anyone find out, they'd cut him open for the sake of turning his metallic innards into weaponry. After all, he might as well be a walking goldmine. Even so, the longer he goes without winding himself up and singing a tune, the more desperate he gets to do so. It's like having an itch that you're actively attempting to avoid scratching.

Other than that, however, Wilford is rather ordinary; he has no real skills in combat, repair, navigation, or anything else that one might consider to be helpful over the course of a journey. He is, however, remarkably sociable, has a distinct flair for the dramatic as a result of working in a music hall, and has a surprising amount of social grace despite his lowly station as a busboy.

 

[BriiAngelic]

Name: Locket
Age: 120
Height: 25cms
History:
Locket’s journey began like every other, falling out of the great chute. From the very beginning Locket was one that got into a fair deal of mischief, starting right as they followed another doll the second they fell. At first they just wanted to know more, after all the want to be close to others ran deep. They would later learn that the doll they followed was a scholar.

At first Locket didn’t manage to gain the dolls attention at all. In fact she yelled at them! This didn’t deter Locket though she found herself following the older doll everywhere. She frequently would talk to the older woman even as she knew she’d receive no response in return.

Day by day she learned a bit more about the woman through watching her interact with others. The first day she learned the woman’s name, Key. The second, the fact that the woman was a scholar waiting on material for a repair. The third she learned that dolls were each made of different substances and that Key was one made of wood while her own body was something called cloth and plastic. Each day she learned more and more. And each day she wanted to imitate the confident woman some more.

It would continue this way for a full month. It was that long before Locket had managed to worm her way into Key’s friends hearts.Rather than a person in the background she was now included by the group. It was Sun that gave her the name Locket. A translator that was aiming to irritate Key with the obvious theme naming.

Still after that she’d get Key to actually answer her. Soon conversation became a daily thing, and Locket was ecstatic. After a few days of conversation Key asked Locket why she was following her and what she wanted to do. Still while curiosity brought her there she stayed because she found she wanted to know how the doll could look so happy in the masses of discontent dolls.

Eventually Key started to return to her frequents into the depths this time taking care to involve Locket in her plans. Her own stature and build were nothing remarkable but her skills were vast and she taught Locket how to use her surroundings to her advantage.

Physical Description:
Lockets design is one of excessive care. From the plastic zipper to the tiny earrings the little touches are done with tender hands as to not rip the doll. At least that’s how Locket came into the world. In reality the poor doll is already torn and fixed up. She’s now missing two small earrings in one ear, her arms have been given extra stitching to avoid tears on her travels since they drape rather far in all cases. Her little hooves have been splintering and are polished as best she could.

Belongings:
Deku stick: Locket’s main instrument. She uses this as a longer arm span as well as a weapon it’s just a few pieces of wood tied together and whittled into a Spear but it gets the job done.

Cloth sack: A sort of rucksack made by Key meant to help to carry tools and treasures.

Buttons: Scavenged from mites hideaways these doodads are great for quick distractions, if she was any good at anything but being a scholar she might realize that they have more uses than frisbee and shield.

Skills:
Climbing: due to the unique design of Locket’s arms she finds it easy to scale places with even just slight edges as she can hook her little arm piece around and into even small gaps and lift her entire body up.

Tracking: Locket is very good at tracking, and this comes from practice and naturally. Even before Locket began expeditions into the depths she had a natural aptitude for it. Locket’s large eyes and ears lead to her getting a fair deal more information naturally, and even beyond that with the natural noise from her earrings swaying in the breeze she’s learned to filter out sounds to focus on the ones that matter.

Improvised Fighting: While it’s a more minor skill for Locket she knows how to win. She uses everything to her advantage; her stick, her hooves, her horns, the library itself. With each trip out she comes back with new ideas and objects that she only will find a use for long after.
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Spoiler

Miss Key

 

[Life.]

Delaphine​

The Hard Scholar​

Age: 143

Height: 24 cm.

History: From the beginning Delaphine knew she would work to become a Scholar and in the end she ended up becoming a Scholar with a fair standing. But to start out in the world of Library, Delaphine needed to make a name for herself. So she decided to dabble into a few things like woodcutting, building, order enforcement, etc. Despite trying out in all that she didn't find her calling until she came across pest control. Literally she needed to control the mites at the border of the Barrier. It was a difficult job but it brought excitement to Delaphine's life. She was able to try out various tools that the organization had. Some were even donated from Scholars. One of those donations happened to be Delaphine's now treasured bamboo crochet hook. It became even more special when she learned that a Scholar had found it. The admiration and happiness she felt knowing a Scholar had done something for her was the reason she sought to become one.
So Delaphine worked even harder to establish herself within the pest control organization. Eventually she reached the point where she was accompanying Scholars or Translators who hired bodyguards. But there weren't many who actually trekked deep into the unknown. Rather they were somewhat pompous Scholars who simply didn't want to deal with mites themselves. This irritated Delaphine a bit but she worked through this phase of her work until she was able to make a name for herself that was enough for her to have a chance to show that she can be a Scholar.
With skills learned from her time at the organization. Delaphine dived into her Scholar career. 80 years later and she now stands as a fairly known Scholar.

Physical Description: Built with tough material, Delaphine has a porcelain body. While this can be a good thing, it can also be a bad one when it concerns breaking. Compared to plush or wood, a lot more work will need to be put into fixing up Delaphine if she were ever to break. As for her physical appearance, Delaphine reflects a feminine form with a distinct hourglass figure and thinner limbs. She wears a simple uniform of a white-colored, button shirt underneath a black, short-sleeved blazer, black shorts, black dress shoes with long, white thigh-high stockings, and sometimes she will wear long, white gloves.

Belongings:

• Bamboo Crochet Hook
• Small bag of buttons
• A small roll of fishing line
• A small piece of a sponge that serves as her shield or pillow

Skills:

• Knotting: Dela has thin enough fingers to create intricate and strong knots. But it isn't only about the number of knots rather the different kinds that Dela has learned over the years to make.
• Combat: With her crochet hook, Dela has learned some form to fight with it. She can definitely inflict some damage onto mites with enough confidence and skill but she cannot kill one with the supplies she has.