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 Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 7:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 7:59 pm
"Life only becomes a tragedy once you stop trying!"  "Heee~; hiya!" My name is...... Rebecca Alder But you can call me... Rebby, Becca I am obviously a... Female And I was born 16 years ago. I am... Girl 1 This is who I am Um, well let's see...I've been described as a "gentleman's girl"; and by that I mean I have manners, more then most people my age I'd like to think, and appreciate being appreciated for who I am. I've always been the good girl, the one who breaks up conflicts and tries to please everyone, and that's probably why I've always been into the kind of guy who does the same thing; I always root for the heros in movies and tv shows, and would absolutely love it if someone would open doors for me just to be nice, and not to have an ulterior motive. However, for as kind and sweet as everyone says I am, that doesn't mean I'm not prone to my emotional moments; I tend to wear my feelings on my sleeves most of the time, and I cry pretty easilly, but that comes from my..oh, what do they call it? Empathy, that the word! I tend to cry for a lot of other people, and love those close to me more then anything in the world, so let's get one thing straight. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm stupid. Mess with the people in my life and I'll find a way to make you wish you hadn't. More social then my brother, I think; I try to be an optomist to counter his bouts of negativity, but, you know...sometimes thing happen. Hitting rewind...Oh, well you know, not much to say about my life; I was born a few years after my brother, and my parents have normal working jobs. They've never split up, or had any major fights, so life has been pretty average for me, I'd like to think. I attend public school and want to be a singer when I find a way to combat my horrible fear of singing in front of people (not a good thing to have with the profession I have in mind, I know)..anyway I'm sure you don't want to hear about that, right? You probably want to hear about my new doll! Don't judge me before you hear the story; see, our family had been friends with this..older...gentleman, who made a living as a toymaker. I remember getting some of my favorite games and playthings from him when I was little, and he was always so nice so I never understood why he never had a wife, or any kids. When he passed away our parents learned that he'd left some of things to our family, so our parents brought my brother and i along with them to his house to pick out the things we wanted, things we didn't think needed to be sold or taken care of.
I was the one who saw the dolls first, actually; I thought they were all very pretty, and well detailed even for dolls these days. So without thinking about it much I decided they were too precious to waste; I mean they were really special, you know? Our parents said we could only keep two, one for both of us, so I picked the one dressed like a knight because it had been my favorite, ever since seeing them in the first place. To my brother I gave the one who looked like a demon because he wouldn't pick one and I thought it suited him best; the rest we gave out to our friends, who we were sure would take care of them. Now I'm sure you can imagine my suprise when I woke up at 2:30 in the morning and flipped on my light switch to see my knight, who I'd propped up on my dresser, in a different position then I'd left him; and I was especially suprised when he started talking to me, calling me princess and shifitng into a normal sized guy (still dressed like a knight, sword and all), to take my hand. Same thing happened with my brother's doll, from what I got from him.
See, I knew those dolls were special! I really enjoy... Singing (not in front of people though), drawing, reading and sports (mostly soccer) Love it! Family and friends, sweet foods, tacos (her favorite food), good music, video games, warm weather, adventure novels and action movies. Eew, Nasty!Rap or classical music, boys with big egos, perverts, fighting, conflict, being in front of large groups of people, and pigeons. Turn it up!
Paradise of Light and Shadow // Len and Rin Kagime
Second Go // LIGHTS
Can't stop Won't stop // Lindsay Lohan Sssh, don't tell! I really don't like bugs...and I have terrible stage fright. My precious doll.. Roy Fayte Seraph Am I forgetting something...? Nothing, really. Oh, our family owns a german shepard named Riggy! And we have a small piano too, neither of us took to it like mom and dad hoped, but it's still there. My lord, god and master is Yoko_Matsubishi "Yeah; and people in hell want ice water."  "Mm...hey." My name is...... Chase Flynn Alder But you can call me... Just Chase, thanks. Much to my annoyance, Rebecca calls me "Chi-Chi"; but she's the only one that can without getting socked in the face. I am obviously a... Male And I was born 18 years ago. I am... Boy 1 This is who I am When it comes to my interactions with people I tend to be a lot gruffer then my sister about things and I'm always the man in whatever situations concern the two of us. I don't cry, I don't sputter on about my feelings, and hell, if there's some homeless man groveling for cash on the street I really don't care. Well that's not exactly true; see, I'm just big on independance and self reliance. It's my motto to work hard, and earn everything you get, so a lot of people think I'm cold hearted because I have a difficult time accepting help, or gifts, or anything that didn't come from my own benefits. While my younger sister tends to jump into things I try to think things through logically first most of the time, but I'm still open to other opinions and so believe me, when I have conversations with my friends they can get pretty interesting. Yes, I do have friends; not a lot of them, but I have them, and next to my family, they are like a part of my body, as strange as it sounds. So let's get something clear; there are two things in this world that I will not tolerate; you messing with my family, and you messing with the people I care about. Just because I don't look strong doesn't mean I won't beat you bloody if you test me. Hitting rewind...Well I'm sure you'll get pretty much the same story from me as you would from my sister, but whatever...was born the first child of the family, a few years ahead of Rebecca, so I've always had to be the mature one when comparing the two of us; unlike Rebecca however, I used to attend private school, on numerous scholorships for I've always been intelligent and it's something I pride myself on; however, to ensure my sister would be safe and nobody would pick on her I transfered to public school until I graduated just last year. I now attend college with no real, actual idea of what I'm going to do yet. Just as long as I can make a good income to support my family. Pretty typical lifestyle, living at home so I don't have to pay the dorm room fees...that's when the weird stuff started happening.
See, our family used to know this lonely old toymaker; Rebecca visited him a lot more then I did, but he was always a nice old man so there was no problem with me going by to see him once or twice too. Anyway, when he passed away our family got to take care of some of the stuff he'd owned; my sister being my sister, she immediatly fell in love with this set of dolls, and to be honest I was a little concerned about her wellbeing for a minute; I mean, really? Nobody plays with dolls at our age. But Rebecca insisted on it, and so we took them home. Thankfully our parents had more sense then she did; we were each allowed to keep one, and we would give the rest to people who could keep them in good condition. Now honestly I didn't want one, since for cripe's sake I'm an eighteen year old guy, but Rebecca picked one out for me anyway; looked a lot like a demon it did, which she said she thought suited me perfectly. I still have to get back at her for that comment. But damn, things got so freaking strange... I mean it's 2:00 in the morning or whatever, and all of a sudden my doll's jumped off the chair where I put it and is trying to crawl into bed with me! The hell is that? I really enjoy... Studying (not really a hobby but it's gotta be done), chess and other logical games and activities, shooter games. Love it! Smart, intelligent poeple and conversation, itallian foods, horror films (they don't affect me at all, suprisingly), and sleep. Lots of sleep. Eew, Nasty! Obnoxious, clingy idiots, stupidity, having to repeat things, liars, cheaters, and people who touch my hair without permission (I just don't like it for some reason...) Turn it up!
This ain't Nothing // Craig Morgan
Various Varia Themes Sssh, don't tell! I worry I'll let my family down...can't have that happening any time soon.. My precious doll.. Si.... Am I forgetting something...? I used to smoke, but I quit for the most part; I only pick it up again when I'm really stressed out about something. Hm, what else? Oh, I tend to be into dark, complex music; not because I'm a freak or anything, but just because it sounds interesting. My lord, god and master is Yoko_Matsubishi
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 9:08 pm
Weren't you told never judge a book by its cover? The Real MeHello...My name is...... Sheikhana Ash NutralaBut you can call me... Ana I am obviously a... FemaleAnd I was born nineteen years ago.I am... Doll FiveBut more specifically... AngelThis is who I am Quiet and sweet. I tend to speak my mind and let those around me know what I'm thinking or feeling. I won't hold back on my opinion and I don't care what people think of me. I can be rude yes but I'm very sweet. I can act a little naughty sometimes and I'm not afraid of anythingHitting rewind...I thought I would never wake up. I thought I would be lost in my own little world of being alone. It was a miracle for someone to find me and take me. Their voice. There is nothing like it for I can't stop listening. Thy master is like my God and I'm his angel. I will protect this person for as long as they wish it. Incredibly Extraordinary... An angel knows flight but I do poorly at it for I'm afraid of heights. I won't fly unless I really need to. Also light manipulation. Also hiding my wings is fairly easy for I hardly use them. I really enjoy... Singing, day dreaming, and watching. Became quite good at it even though sometimes the world around me gets a little boring. Love it! The feel of rain on my skin, fresh flowers, sweets mainly cookies, music, and the sound of my master's voice.Eew, Nasty! Being left alone, the cold chill of winter, cracks, and having to stay in one place for too long.Turn it up! Face to FaceSssh, don't tell! I had a master long ago but I killed his little sister. He hated me for it so he locked me in a box and threw me away.I belong to... Alexander Dimitri Marcel "Don't count the seconds; Make the seconds count."  What pretty blue hair"Hello, I'm so happy to see you!" My name is...... Nodoka Sen Takashi But you can call me... Do, Doka, or Sen I am obviously a... Female And I was born Looks Seventeen years ago. I am... Doll Four But more specifically... Painter Demon This is who I am Er, well, I guess I can be considered shy and sweet. I'm very queit, not usually speaking loud whenever I do decide to speak up, but I can be sweeter than sugar, even without having to use my words. It takes a while for me to warm up enough to speak a lot around anyone, even my master. I can be very jealous at times, of course. When that happens, I usually fly into a blind rage, destroying anything in my way until I calm down. I'm protective too, and will go to great lengths to keep my master safe. I get hurt emotionally very easily, and tend to break down into tears faster than the blink of an eye. Hitting rewind...I was made by a lonely toymaker years ago, how many, I cannot remember exactly. There were others like me, but we were not alive, thus didn't speak. I waited, though. I would have waited for decades, or centuries, but I didn't have to wait that long. I was taken, taken away from the toymaker's house, to a house with a male. The feeling his voice had given me was enough to wake me up... And I've never been happier in my life, to find my master. I love him with every fiber in my being, and I know he must feel the same. Right...? Incredibly Extraordinary... Anything I paint comes to life. It's limited, of course. The painting dies within five hours of coming to life, and reverts back to a painting forevermore. I really enjoy... Painting and gazing. I tend to gaze out windows, or at people. Love it! Paints, Cuddling, Dresses, My master, and Cute things. Eew, Nasty! Loud noises, Being alone, My doll form, Dusty places, and Staying still. Turn it up! Carry You Home - James Blunt Sssh, don't tell! I'm asbolutely terrified of fire and thunder. I belong to.. Hayden Engel Am I forgetting something...? I guess someone might say my taste is very odd. I like the taste of paint and flowers, and will eat flowers whenever I can find one, and often put paintbrushes in my mouth, even when there's no paint left on it. My lord, god and master is MewLettuceRush
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 12:25 pm
"Some things are worth dying for...and baby that ain't me."  Devilish Beautiful Elegant "What do you want?" My name is...... Ansel "Si" Hudson But you can call me... Angel or Si I am obviously a... male And I was born looks sixteen but is really quite old years ago. I am... I am Si, the first doll But more specifically... Pure Demon This is who I am Ansel is opinionated. He will let you know what is on his mind at all times with no regard for the feelings of those around him. He is polite though and has excellent manners just sometimes his mouth gets the better of him. He is quick to apologize for things that he has done wrong but will be very stubborn when he strongly does not believe that what he did was wrong. His naive nature makes him act cute sometimes but he is quick to blush and grow slightly angry when that is pointed out to him. In the presence of his master he grows a bit subdued in nature and is willing to do anything and everything to make him happy. When he becomes jealous, his rage is beyond comprehension. Being a demon would do that to you. He will stop at nothing to keep that person away from his master and will even resort to threats and killing. Hitting rewind...When I had first awoken from my slumber I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing. As if from a dream, the person I most wanted, the person I loved the most without even knowing them came into my sight. I loved him more than anything. I guess even more than he loved me for only a short time later I was faced with a most devastating blow. Another had stolen my light. It was then that I felt this horrible and terrible feeling rising up within me. I felt strong and yet so terribly angry that I couldn't help but end everything that my master had hoped for. He was the only one allowed to see what he could do to me and yet he brought this human women in to the shop with him. I was mean to her and said nasty things when the master was gone or away. I scared her away. My master was hurt and knew it was my fault. He broke me and I never saw him again.
When I awoke the next time I was in disbelief. I looked down at my hands and felt around my neck only to find that indeed there was still a little line there that I could feel from having my neck snapped. How could it possibly be that I was moving again? My eyes travelled to a figure in front of me. A boy with long dark hair and incredible eyes looked back at me. He was the one for me. My new master. Incredibly Extraordinary... Thanks to my new found abilities as a demon I can melt my body into the shadows and move around unnoticed for quite some time. If one is really observant though they would be able to see my silhouette on the wall or ground. I have the power to control hellfire which is not easily put out by water although using that ability leaves me weak and helpless for hours at a time. I've been practicing necromancy although I'm not that good at it. When in demon form I become stronger and more powerful with long sharp claws and fangs. I really enjoy... playing instruments like the violin and piano and being around my master. Love it! food of any kind that is new to him, being carried in his doll form, dark clothing in a victorian fashion, soft music and the feel of his masters touch. Eew, Nasty!other people other than his master, girls, other dolls and loud noises Turn it up!Blue - The Birthday Massacre
In The Dark - The Bithday Massacre
My Apocalypse - Arch Enemy Sssh, don't tell! Because of what happened to him in his past Ansel is afraid of being touched around his neck area and will often cry out and back away from the person trying to touch him there whether it be his master or not. I belong to.. Chase Alder Am I forgetting something...? I think I've covered everything My lord, god and master is HatterHarleyQuinn"For those whom I must protect, I will not lose!"  The true me Hello...you called? My name is...... Roy Fayte Seraph But you can call me... I never was given a nickname, they all just call me Roy I am obviously a... Boy And I was born eighteen years ago. I am... the Knight But more specifically... Fire Elemental This is who I am Intelligent, tactical, thoughtful, and very idealistic, he normally has a plan for anything that can possibly happen, war-wise that is. If you ask him to come-up with a plan for anything else, Roy would generally draw a blank. Most say that he is mentally older then his physical age, sometimes. He's also very calm, which can sometimes be seen as carelessness from others whenever disturbing news comes up. Very rarely has he reacted "normally" to such news and even more rarely "overreacts," when upsetting news pops up. He's also oblivious to a huge fault, his main flaw in him as he, close as never, sees any feelings from his female companions more then just being friends. More then often, his obliviousness can lead others to sigh and facepalm. However, that seemed to have changed when he found out that his new "master" was Rebecca, a young, but real cute girl. Hitting rewind...It's been a long, long time since I woke up again, to the point where I lost count of how long it's been. Before Rebecca came along, my first master was a young girl who enjoyed playing quite rough, till this day I'm still slightly surprised that I managed to remain in one piece. Enough of that, what matters is the present, no? Anyhow, I woke up, finding myself on top of a dresser, as well as my new master sitting on the opposite side of me. Well, not sitting, sleeping in her bed. I tried to stay still and make no noise so I wouldn't wake her. But after decades of not moving, one gets really restless. So I tried to slip off, but soon enough, the lights turned on and I was conversing with her, that's where I learned that her name was Rebecca, and that I was extremely lucky to have her for a master. After all, with her cuteness and sweet personality, what's there not to like? Incredibly Extraordinary... Umm...well, I'm told that I'm exceptionally good with swords, but sometimes I feel as if I have a lot more to learn. As a fire elemental, I am obviously adept with playing with fire, tricks, explosions, or just even putting on a spark show. That's me. In fact, my toymaker even gave me a custom made pyrotex/ignition gloves, so I can just rub them together to create a spark or two. Of course, I try to not set things on fire, but don't trigger my temper, and you'll be safe from it. I really enjoy... Practicing my swordplay - they call it fencing apparently, but what can you do with such a flimsy weapon? Love it! Becca, spicy foods Eew, Nasty! Men who are not being chivalrous, or polite towards ladies in general, being beaten in a fight, Turn it up! Aozora no Namida - Takahashi Hitomi Sssh, don't tell! Being rejected by Rebecca, large pools of water... I belong to.. Rebecca Alder Am I forgetting something...? Forgetful, much? My lord, god and master is ll Yuna-Chan ll
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 12:28 pm
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass; but rather to learn how to dance in the rain"  ....Eh?! Oh! Hello! My name is...... Kyonko Aixin Santachi But you can call me... Kyo, or Aixin, but many call me Kyo I am obviously a... girl And I was born seventeen years ago. I am... Girl 2 This is who I am Quite quiet, soft-spoken yet easily scared and embarrassed, but isn't as shy to those she knew for quite a while. Gentle and kind, she doesn't like being fussed over immensely, and normally puts other people before herself. Kyo also has a rather difficult time asking others to help her with something is she needs it. She's a horrible liar, but that doesn't mean she can't keep a secret. Despite it all, she's quite optimistic, and always tries to keep a smile on her face. Hitting rewind...I wasn't always stuck in a wheelchair, I used to be able to run and jump like any other normal child. Hyperactive you can say, I wasn't as quiet and shy as you see me now. I had lots of friends, one good friend in particular, and still is mind you. I started stray away from most of them after a particular accident when I was fifteen or so. We were just having fun at a lake during a camping trip, splashing around the shore and swimming out. There was a dock there, if I remember correctly, and then someone suggested that we dived off of it during a midnight swim.
Being as daring as I was back then, I volunteered first and made my first swimming mistake. I can't remember the details exactly anymore since I was soon knocked unconscious. But apparently, we had missed the "No Diving off the Dock" sign. My close friend of mine, Trevor, thought it strange when I didn't surface after a few prolonged seconds and jumped - not dived - jumped in after. Noting my still figure on the lake floor, he dragged me out and notified my parents, who quickly drove me to the nearest hospital, Trevor tagging along. After I woke up, I was notified that I had a minor case of paraplegia, so my legs were rendered almost useless. I also had a case of pneumonia, from the cold lake water that most likely went into my lungs. Trevor also caught pneumonia, but sadly to say, it never truly left him for good. Even now, I still visit his grave whenever I'm able to.
To shorten things, now, with the aid of crutches, I can walk for short periods of time, two hours before I get exhausted, but my immune system is weak as well, as I tend to get sick easily. Rebecca and Chase and the others visit me every now and then, which I am truly, very grateful for. One day, when they left, then they suddenly gave me a doll. I felt quite awkward, I will not deny that, since I was in high school, homeschooled however, and I have not played with dolls since I was, maybe.... seven years old? But it was rude to reject such a perfectly made doll, for surely whoever made such an item obviously put a lot of work into it. So I took it, and I had nowhere else to put it, so I left it on the desk in my room. I will not deny the fact that I nearly fainted again in the morning when I saw that it could actually move and talk. I really enjoy... Playing the Flute, Piano, Violin and Singing, but I'm too shy now to give performances. Love it! Cats, I own a cat, named Yuki, Music Eew, Nasty! Large bodies of water, off tune music instruments, dogs Turn it up! Dear You ~Visions in the Mirror~ & Tori No Uta Sssh, don't tell! To be quite honest, I'm rather paranoid of this doll that Rebecca and Chase gave me.... I mean, it's not often you see a doll that can....move. I just... Well....never mind, forget that I said anything here. My precious doll.. Tylandras Ashke Aeralith
Am I forgetting something...? I come from a rather wealthy modest Japanese family, and I also have a cat named Yuki. My lord, god and master is ll Yuna-Chan ll"Courage, you dolt. Courage."  *Grins* "Yo." My name is...... Alexander Dimitri Marcel But you can call me... Alex, Xander, Dimi...too many to count; you just go ahead and pick one. I am obviously a... Male And I was born 20 years ago. I am... Boy 5 This is who I am Well, with how I look you'd think people would say I'm scary and horrible, a tyrant who loves pushing others around; I wish it was like that, I really do. In actuality you'll most likely hear something along the lines of how oblivious and clumsy and absent minded I am; said with love, I'm sure, but still... Truth is I'm more of a teenager then the adult I should be becoming; most of the time I'd fairly laid back and easy to get along with, ready crack a joke and I can hang in most social circles without isuue. I tend to prefer doing my own thing then going along with the crowd, but since I look like I'd beat someone up for their lunch money at first glance most people don't really question what I do to begin with. But at the same time, I do have my anger issues; particularly when I get overly frustrated is when I'm liable to snap at the seams. Whne that happens I usually go off into a lot of itallian to censor myself as best I can, and tend not to be all that friendly. I try my best not to let that happen, though. Hitting rewind...Alright kiddies, my story's a little bit different then some of the usual ones, so listen up, yeah? I was born in the lovely, waterlogged city of canals, halfway across the world; if you don't know where that is, it's Venice, Italy. My father was a businessman and my mother a sculptor; sadly, she passed away from a particularly terrible illness known as cancer, and without the heart to remain in the city she'd so desperately loved, my father and I moved to where we are living now. I was about ten at the time, I beleive, and met my very good friend Chase Alder in grade school, his sister following after once she was old enough to talk with me; they're good people, and I've been taking good company in them for about as long as I can recall. Anyway, I'm out of school now, going to a fairly standard university, working as a car repairman on the weekends...it can be a little stressful; so much so that I actually forgot it was my own birthday this year! Can you believe that? Apparently Rebecca didn't; sweet girl, she is.
But when she gave me my gift, and I saw it was a doll, I was like, what the hell am I supposed to do with this thing? At first I thought it was gag gift since because I'm an only child and don't have any younger sisters to give it to I'd never have any sort of use for a doll, odd purple hair and well sculpted design aside, but you know...it came from Rebecca, and she really wanted me to have it. So I couldn't just give it away in good consciousness. But then it...started...talking. And blinking, and breathing, and calling me master. I thought I was on drugs for a minute or two, but then seeing as how Rebecca always did love weird things, I guess it's not too far off from the mark. And besides, I'm getting kind of attatched to the strange little thing anyway. I really enjoy... Fixing things after ripping them apart, practicing my itallian (can't let it get rusty), hanging out with my crew of friends, and drawing (mostly sketches..it's not a life passion or anything). Love it! Coffee (straight black, none of that wussy stuff), my doll (weird, huh?), paychecks (gotta pay the bills, right?), pasta, thinking about my mother, spending time with my father, anything to do with my mother country and city. Eew, Nasty!Being preached to about needing to stop smoking, sluts, fakes, posers, anyone who messes with my friends or family, being judged by appearance, and small dogs (those aren't animals, they're purse accessories). Turn it up!
Stop! In the name of Love/Free your Mind // GLEE cover
Gokudera's Theme Sssh, don't tell! Hum...don't like having my picture taken. Or door to door salesmen. My precious doll.. Sheikhana Ash Nutrala Am I forgetting something...? Yeah, I'm a smoker; picked it up from my father. But I can quite any time I want to *scowls* I also own a motorcycle that I fix up in my free time; not quite done yet, but it'll be great once I am. And I live off campus from college, in an apartment I paid for myself. My lord, god and master is Whitefiregirl
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 8:44 pm
❛The affections are like lightning:
______you cannot tell where they will strike till they have fallen.❜ Yours Truly❛Oh- tis certainly a pleasure...❜My name is...... Tylandras Ashke AeralithBut you can call me... AshkeI am obviously a... MaleAnd I was born, many years ago. However, by appearances, I would be nineteen years old.I am... Doll 2But more specifically... Snow DemonThis is who I am From first impression, his demeanor might come off as cold and harsh as ice and from the way he holds himself, giving off that look of demonic regality and elegance, Ashke appears as if something you just shouldn't touch. It is as if he or yourself would be tainted if you do. However when you do pull up that courage to reach out to hold him, pulling his dolled body into your warm embrace, you would immediately know that he was more than the cold snow demon he is made out to be. Askhe can be considered a rather reserved individual who likes to keep to himself yet he can also be rather passionate and straightforward, especially in things that interests him. And despite his looks, he is very warm-hearted. Though his kindness would be somewhat of a rarity which is only given to those he puts favor upon. Trust is not something he gives away lightly. His fault would be his aggressive nature when things do not go his way. He hate it most of all when people touch his things without permission. A possessive and stubborn streak runs through his cold blood but he does not count it as a fault of his for he knows and accepts it as a part of who he is.Hitting rewind...The most prominent thing Ashke could remember of his past was of being cold. Not the cold of his snow, but the one of emptiness. It was what he always felt when he lost a master. The cold and then being thrown adrift within an empty darkness. He dreaded those moments, having to wait until he is awoken again by his next master. In all of his past masters, there was never one that offered him the love that could bring him to life. However, he suppose their was some love for although he could not move or talk, he was always aware. But the fact that he could never fill up his master's heart with the warmth the other dolls could with their master, he envied them for it; longing so much for a day when he would be able to talk, walk and return the embrace his master would gives him. Being immobile for so long, Ashke had almost lost hope- that is until she came along.
She was not the sort of master he had expected. Her eyes did not show the love he had hope for in a master that was able to bring him to life. All he saw within her eyes was surprise and maybe... fear? He could only return her gaze with a lonesome sadness as he dread the oncoming coldness that would no doubt greet him when whatever love his current master supposedly possessed for him disappeared. Or would it? How bleak and unsure the future seemed to be...Incredibly Extraordinary... Water and snow manipulation, illusions.I really enjoy... Sleeping and watching a setting sun.Love it! Snow, reading, rain, dusk, and a good storm...Eew, Nasty! Warm days, sweets and spicy food...Turn it up! SetsunarensaSssh, don't tell! The feeling of being alone, of being left behind. It is an emptiness that is as harsh as a raging blizzard- sometime even more so.I belong to.. Kyonko Aixin Santachi Am I forgetting something...? N/AMy lord, god and master is Oui - Mon CapitaineRepeat After Me: I Am Free  I Look Playful Don't You Think? Why hello there... What might be your name? My name is...... Nicolas Remy-Meira Sabastian Rosencrantz But you can call me... Nick, Remy, Meira I am obviously a... Man? Sure why not And I was born apparently 20 years ago. I am... Doll 3 But more specifically... the Super-Doll Demon This is who I am Sometimes the playful one, always wanting to go on adventures and on the happy side of life. Believing in happy endings, now that's just me... If you want to go into deeper detail then I could say I'm a nice guy if need be. I'm the crazy one, the one who does out of love you know? Walk through the park with boxers on, slippers and taking a stride through the park that type of nonsense. Living life without a care in a the world, I know I'll wear out sooner or later right? Might as well live life to its fullest right? You could say I'm a playful fighter, I know my own strength and stop whenever there's a reason. I want my love for my master to be the strongest there is! So strong, that it is invincible! You cannot break our bond! If you try, I'll break you! Hitting rewind...As you know, the Toymaker made us so I happen to be the skinny one of the group. Being skinny was not good for me, I didn't want to be picked on... But I kept on dreaming... Dreaming that one day I will become strong to protect myself and others! I never got that chance to prove myself for the Toymaker. I was tossed away, left there to rot and age, where was my master now? Was I thrown away and left to die alone? I couldn't stand being alone, it was scary and horrifying for me. After weeks upon weeks of this solitary confinement, there was light. Light? From where? Was I crushed under something heavy and went to purgatory? No it was something different! It were warm hands... warm, tender, and loving hands. I could feel myself gaining my hope back, and well as the strength I needed to keep my new master happy. Incredibly Extraordinary... I am a Super-Doll! Meaning that I have the power!... Not of Greyskull of course, I wish, but no. I'm like a mini Superman in a doll's body, and when I'm me, tall and human size, I'm even more stronger! Even through I look skinny, I still got meat on the bones.I really enjoy... Making my master happy, I read on the mean times, I even cook! Who doesn't enjoy cooking? I love it! I'm into what these human's are into, watching television, movies, if only I had a saxophone then life would really kick off! Love it! I love my master and nothing more. I like cooking, especially what I see on the tele, sweets and romance novels, I cry at times... I love saxophone... If I can one, then I can really make my master happy! I'm going to get one no matter what! Eew, Nasty! I don't want to see my master sad is one thing, being alone with no one around me gives me the spooks and shivers. I don't like being broken even though I'm strong, how will I protect my master that way? feeling useless now that a big one! Turn it up! Not An Angel
Fool's Paradise
Stories To Tell Sssh, don't tell! Even I though strong one, I'm still afraid and gets startled very easily, like a wimp. I belong to.. Quinn Brooks Am I forgetting something...? I love ice cream? My lord, god and master is Tekentai
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 8:50 pm
I've got two speeds: sarcastic and violent. Which one would you prefer?  "Tch. What're you lookin' at?" My name is...... Quinn Brooks But you can call me... Quinn. I am obviously a... woman! And I was born seventeen years ago. I am... Girl 3 This is who I am Hehe... Well, the words whispered in the hallways are always something like 'spit-fire', 'violent', and 'merciless'. And, I'm not going to deny it, most of those are true. If I've got something to say, I'll say it, no matter who it's too or what it is. I've got my opinion, and you'll hear it, whether you want to or not. And yes, I can be a bit, ah, 'hands-on' when it comes to dealing with my problems. It's a bad habit, I know. I'm swear, I'm working on it! And I will overcome it. I'm to stubborn not to. Mules have nothing on me. Though, for all my, uh, rough spots, I am a decnt person. Not that many people realize it. It's a miracle I've got as many friends as I do. Somehow, their able to see my softer, more caring side. The one that's extremely loyal and understanding. The one that they know will be there for them when they need it, who they can laugh with and joke around with. I don't open up to a lot of people, but I'm sure glad I opened up to them. Hitting rewind...I'm not gonna lie. Life wasn't always so easy for me. My dad was a drunk and my mother left him when I was five. We lived in the slums, and somehow after she left, things got even worse. I walked myself to school because dad was still passed out on the couch. And when he got up, he'd just drink some more. When I walked myself home, he was always still on the couch, the TV turned to some reality show that he wasn't watching. and because he'd been drinking all night, he wouldn't be up in the morning! It was a never ending cycle. I had to learn to fend for myself.
As I got older, things got... out of hand. Dad was still dad, and I guess I wanted attention. I, ah, joined a gang. Nothing too serious, I mean I didn't run around killing people. But I was fourteen and already smoking, drinking, and beating people up. In fact, a lot of the other members, even the guys, came to respect me. Fear me. It was impowering, I must say. But still, dad never cared. At school, people didn't like to be around me. Only my gang friends. And then, I met Chase. He changed me, in some way, I guess. He liked me, even though I was a big, bad, scary gang member. He was the new kid, and I was sent to make sure he knew who not to mess with. And from then on, we were buds. A couple years later, I quit the gang. I still maintain the respect, though I'm sure I'm a little bit more approachable. I no longer drink, and I've kicked smoking. I got into sports, like soccer and boxing and gymnastics, things that let me run around hitting and kicking and moving my body.
I still see chase, even though he's gone off to college. We keep in touch quite well. But, the last time we talk (over lunch), he gave me this... doll. At first, I laughed. Me? Owning a doll? It was like saying Mars was the blue planet. But he insisted, said something but not being able to keep it himself and wanting it in a good home. Why he considers my home 'good' I'll never know, but I accepted it. After all, it was pretty cute. And aren't all girls supposed to own something like this? Anyways, he grew on mye, and I brought it home that night (avoiding my father's unconcious body that laid snoring on the hallways floor) and set it on my nightstand before going to bed. I woke up only a little while later to find it - er, him - standing on my bed, next to me, looking right at me! I could barely stifle a scream. But he's cute, and he kept me company when I was alone. It's weird. I'm so attached to him now... It's almost scary. I really enjoy... Boxing, Soccer, Gymnastic, Terrifying others... Love it! My doll, walking at night, sweets, cats, my friends Eew, Nasty! Mushrooms, spiders, my father, seeing my old gang Turn it up! Raise Your Glass Sssh, don't tell! I've never told anyone, but when I was in the gang, I got a small tattoo on the small of my back. It's a ribbon that reads 'Mea Culpa', Latin for fatal flaw. It's to remind that I'm only human. Also, and don't you DARE tell anyone... I can't swim. My precious doll.. Nicolas Remy-Meira Sabastian Rosencrantz
Am I forgetting something...? Of course I'm not! Now get outta my face! My lord, god and master is Reku1495"When you start seeing things in color, you truely start to live!"  *Grins, salutes* My name is...... Hayden Engel But you can call me... Hayd I am obviously a... Male And I was born 17 1/2 years ago. I am... Boy 4 This is who I am For the most part I'm pretty much just an average guy, so there's not much to really say; I get angry and fling fists when I feel it's needed, but at the same time I tend to let go of grudges pretty easy, especially if apologies are shelled out, and I really prefer messing around and goofing off more the getting serious and buckling down. It doesn't mean I won't per say, it's just that I get oddly serious at the weirdest times. I like a hands on approach to most of life's problems, and I'll be the first to say that my often oblivious nature gets me in a lot of trouble, but Becca's usually there to back me up and if not her then Chase or one of our friends. SO I usually just do whatever my body tells me; I find if you trust your instincts, life tends me to go a lot smoother for you. Hitting rewind...Let's see...um, well I was born in New York city, with just my mom to take care of me; Dad was a good man, she told me, but also a drug addict and so he died a lot younger then he needed to, right after I turned two, I think she said. Anyway, from the time I was young I always knew when I got a little older I wanted to do something with archeaology; I'd always go digging around in the small plot of land we called my backyard out behind our apartment for different things, though I did find an arrowhead once and my mom framed it. That was only because she didn't have the heart to tell me it was the top of a plastic spoon, but hey, I love her for trying to encourage me anyway. She was always doing her best to be a good mother, and still is.
When I was six, we left New York and came to live where we do now; mom got a job at a policy company, and met the man I now call my stepfather when I was twelve. About the same time I met Rebecca, and we were friend from that point on; we must have been really good friends at that, since she gve me a doll. Now at first I was really skeptical about the whole thing, especially since I'm, you know, a guy and all, but then the doll started moving and talking with me, so hey, I guess it's actually one of the best presents I ever gotten, in a weird sort of way. I really enjoy... Reading, Tennis and photography. Love it! My mom, spicy foods, hanging out with friends, horror novels and mythology, archeaology, vintage cars, the smell of rain and exotic animals like lizards. Eew, Nasty!Misconceptions about New York, the whole red sox yankees rivalry (I try not to pick a team, but whoever's winning has got my vote), hot, muggy days and anyone who dares to pick at my friends. Turn it up!
Empire state of Mind // GLEE Cover Sssh, don't tell! I paint a little bit too....not many know that because they never turn out good. My precious doll.. Nodoka Sen Takashi
Am I forgetting something...? Still want to be an archeologist when I get old enough; if that doesn't pan out then maybe a photographer. My mom used to be a painter but she does it in her spare time, so we've always got some sort of color bucket around our house. My lord, god and master is Whitefiregirl
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 8:10 pm
"You destroyed my life; now I'll destroy your everything."  *Crosses arms, frowns* My name is...... Clarabell Armani But you can call me... Clara, Claire, Bells I am obviously a... Female And I was born 17 years ago. I am... The collector This is who I am Clarabell's personality is, in itself, a major contradiction; outwardly she's just as nasty as her mother and grandmother before her, self serving and cruel, with the desire to please only herself and accomplish her own goals before even considering helping out other people (even if she does, it has to have some benefit for her in the long run). Not that anybody would ever know that; if you didn't recognize the dead and lifeless look in her eyes most of the time you'd think she was the perfect child, well mannered, sophisticated and gentle, the sort of girl who'd cuddle up with kittens. But inwardly Clarabell is very fragile and incredibly emotional; she needs, wants, craves, someone to care for her for once, unlike her father who is always working and her mother who she tries desperately to avoid. She clings onto things like a child and can get very posessive. Good luck getting to see that, though. Hitting rewind...Clarabell's story begins long before she was even born; her grandmother was the woman who loved the toymaker, who, though chased away by Si, never truely fell out of love with him. However, she knew of the reprecussions of coming back, and so she married a man who didn't love her at all in the end, and only showed her attention through abuse. This led to her becoming a very hardened woman, and in turn she abused her daughter, who grew to become Clarabell's mother and did the same to the seventeen year old. From the very start of things Clarabell knew it was the fault of that wretched doll for screwing up her life in the way it had, so she resolved to seek out and destroy every single one of them; sneaking into the toymaker's home, long before the Alders had come to visit, the young blonde did find the dolls she hated, but instead decided she would wait untill they were human so she could see them crying, begging for her mercy. Angrilly pushing her way back through the old dusty house, it was then that Clarabell found one other doll, who she'd never heard anything about. It came to life for her, only her.
And that was when Clarabell knew her plan would actually stand a chance; bringing the doll home to her family's mansion for her mother had married a well off businessman, Clarabell then dropped many of the sophisticated hobbies she'd been taking to attempt impressing her mother for more practical ones, such as self defense. This time around, absolutely no one would be allowed to push her around. And like a good collector, the broken remains of each doll would soon litter her shelves. I really enjoy... Anything that keeps her in shape (currently she's been taking kickboxing and three different types of karate), cooking and playing the piano (the only hobby her mother forced upon her that she's actually kept). Devising ways to destroy the dolls she's after. Love it! Tea, her doll, getting what she wants, anything physical that lets her vent her frustrations, being away from her mother, manipulating others. Eew, Nasty! Her parents (more her mother then her father), empty, large rooms, people too smart for their own good, overly sweet foods, having to act like a lady, most of the toymaker's dolls and pigeons. Turn it up!
Goodnight and Goodbye // The Jonas Brothers
Be Prepared // The Lion King Sssh, don't tell! She's actually very scared of her mother these days, and because her mother has abused her in so many ways she immediatly starts to cry at the sight of knives or anything sharp. My precious doll.. Kyokin Takashi Am I forgetting something...? Nothing you need to know. My lord, god and master is Yoko_Matsubishi"They will pay for what they did to her"  See Me Now"You called for me?" My name is...... Kyokin Takashi But you can call me... Kyo,Take' I am obviously a... male And I was born many years ago,but look 18 years ago. I am... The Collector's Doll But more specifically... Soul demon This is who I am By first looking at him people believe he's such a sweet and kind doll.That if they knew he spoke,he would be a angel.However,he would only be kind at all to his Owner.Even then,his cold and monochrome still like a doll.He's quite smart and the prefect protector.Being as cold as he is,he would kill or even hurt without the small guilt that would come along. Hitting rewind... Actually, being the first doll made by the toymaker.He was treating well at first.The toymaker however felt that Kyokin was a failed doll. He never really put love in him. Soon,Si was being made. Kyokin laid in the corner seemingly watching as the Toymaker really loved the new doll. Once Si was near complete. Kyokin ,was completely forgotten.The woman that loved the toymaker, grabbed him thinking it was the most loved.However, Si,being able to move now, chased her away, bringing Kyokin along .Angered the woman threw him into the deepest box she own in a closet.At times she would come and throw him around. Even she however ,forgot about him.
For years he sat in the back of the house for all days and nights.Through to Clarabell being born. His old cracks, down his arms and back, still there from the pain he was brought to. Through the growing of Clarabell,he felt the hate she had for them. The hate he grown also because of her emotion. Once she found him he moved for her.His cold eyes blinking at her and holding on to her finger gently. Her hate, was to him love by any means. Incredibly Extraordinary... Being a soul demon,Kyokin is able to use past souls to help him.As well as confused the person with the darkness and light in one's heart. I really enjoy... Watching over Clarabell, reading. Love it! the strange candy called "Chocolate",books, quiet. Eew, Nasty! The Grandmother, Toymaker, Si. Turn it up! Drugula by Rob Zombie
You fight me by Breaking bejamin
[Evil Angel by Breaking Benjamin Sssh, don't tell! The deepest scar on him is the one on his back,when the grandmother through him into a glass mirror before.The glass went through and resides inside him. I belong to.. Clarabell Am I forgetting something...? If needed,He is able to have a large Scythe appear at his command. My lord, god and master is MadHatterSora.
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