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@LylaAh, gotcha. Welp, I'll probably have something up either later on tonight or tomorrow.
Also, glad you're feeling better, boss.
Also, glad you're feeling better, boss.
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@Lyla Doing ok on my end, but hope you get better soon Lyla!
Was wondering if we were going in the same posting order as we started of in though. That's one reason (outside of work) i have waited to post atm. XD
I am also wondering about this myself.
(P.S I hope you've recovered nicely.)
@SisyphusSweet. Time for teh small talk. (Then again, considering how tall some of these characters are...)
Aaaaannnnndddd post up. Think I might've overdone it a bit but it turned out pretty well, I think.
Robin
Saturday, 4PM. The corner of Williamsburg and Bushwick, Brooklyn
Why am I doing this? Why in the world am I doing this? This-this is a stupid and idiotic decision. What if it was a trap? Okay, well, the odds of it being a trap from my old 'playmate' in order to bring me back are slim. After all, he isn't smart enough to write and seems a bit too antisocial to have people do it for him. Odds of it being him are quite... low. BUT, it's still a stupid decision and I just... why am I still here?
Now, Robin was usually smarter then this... honest. In fact, after having the mysterious invitation follow her around until she finally picked it up... she was initially going to ignore it. Rip it up and then burn it just to be safe. And she was well on that path to, planning to do it as soon as she got home from her weekly lunch with one of her only friends. (She'd even taken it with her so as to not forget.) Her only friend being a nice older woman in her late 50's named Landis. Some found it weird that she spent time with the older woman but, personally, Robin felt right at home with her.
She'd dressed up and was on her way to the small cafe they usually met at. However, it wasn't until she was walking that she remembered why the surrounding area poked at her so much... It was the same general area that the invitation had invited her to. Against her will, she found herself walking in the direction of where the note instructed. Corner of Williamsburg and Bushwick, the letter had said for directions.
She knew New York like the back of her hand after many sleepless nights, wandering around the city with no general direction in mind.
The whole way she kept asking herself about why she was doing this. Sure, it might not be her captor. But, it could be. And if not him, then it could be some other fae leading her to her doom. Or maybe some other kind of supernatural threat, she was pretty open-minded these days. Either way, this was idiotic of her. And while she may be reckless, she wasn't an idiot. So... what was she thinking?
The only answer she could come up with was curiosity and maybe some kind of hope. Who knows, maybe it'll be something good? Sure, it's doubtful and she knows her mother would scold her for having such unrealistic thoughts. But, she just couldn't help it. She knew that she would regret never going to the 'address'. Never seeing what it was for herself.
So, it was due to these thoughts that she ended up where she was now... standing in front of this sketchy-looking warehouse. Raising an eyebrow, Robin looked around her. She was half-expecting herself to be on one of those awful television shows she remembered some of her coworkers at work discussing. She didn't remember the details but this whole thing sounded similar to something they'd said. But, the spinning in her stomach was evidence of her not believing that idea.
Individually cracking her fingers to try and relax herself, she fished out her phone from one of the many pockets on her skirt. Taking a moment, she fumbled with the device quite embarrassingly so before she managed to send a text to Landis. She sometimes felt a little silly at the knowledge that a 50-something years old woman was more capable with technology then she was. But, then she'd remember how old she really is and would give herself some lenience.
Sorry Landis, I'm afraid I must cancel our lunch. Please forgive me for I hope we reconcile at a later time. Sorry once more.
Pleased with the text, she put the phone back into her pocket before looking back up at the warehouse. Taking a deep breath, Robin mentally tried to shake off any fears and muster up that confidence. Opening her eyes, she nodded to herself before marching towards the door. Briefly hesitating, the woman opened the door...
... and nearly passed out.
There was... an outstandingly tall man with blackened flesh who could be what Robin would imagine a burnt-alive giant to look like... should she have imagined that for whatever reason. Fire was clearly some kind of connection and... it was horrifying if not somewhat fascinating in some very small part of her brain shoved in a cupboard.
Then... a green woman. Well, the first thing Robin thought of was plants. From the vine-like patterns in her skin to the thin frame. She got a flash of herself working on her own garden years prior. There was an ache in her chest that made her fingers twitch. She averted her gaze quickly.
Then, there was this... half-goat and half-man. And a tail. An actual tail. He reminded her of an Satyr to be honest and she felt that annoying curiosity poke it's head out all... curious. She had to mentally kick it back in the cupboard for this one. He seemed... a bit frightened... understandably so if her theory is correct. But, she'll get to that soon enough.
Lastly, there was a similarly very tall (Was everyone taller than her? Honestly, with these heels she's about 5'5. Even then, she's dwarfed by about everyone here. Without them? Oh, imagine if she'd worn flats.) man who looked to be one of the most terrifying. He almost reminded her of this creature from a story one of her coworkers had rambled to her about. Someone called... slenderman? Tallman? Something like that. And after seeing a picture... yes, that description worked quite well. Of course, with very sharp claws and actual eyes... endless black but still.
Somehow managing to bring her eyes away from them, she moved towards the left while sticking to the wall. There were six chairs with pieces of paper on them. One of the others, the slenderman one, was sitting in one of them. Huh, guess this is some kind of... therapy session or something similar? I-I believe I've seen this in some kind of film... but what was it? Pushing her failing memory to the side, she glanced at the left wall she was inching towards... a wall of mirrors.
Against her will, she was brought face to face with her... real self. She eyed her cracked skin and porcelain appearance with a frown before quickly looking away. Comforting, she thought somewhat sarcastically before glancing at the others. Perhaps they were... like her?
"The plot thickens..." She'd mumbled, thumb idly toying with her ring as she stood off to the side.
Writing one now, should have it up within the hour. (Got distracted. Curse my short attention span.)
Have to do something however I will get my starter post up in about an hour or two.
Name: Robin Pearman
Age: Born in 1958. They physically look 26.
Gender: Female
Seeming: Elemental
Court: Courtless
Appearance:
Mask: Light brown skin with a beauty mark underneath her right eye. Big chocolate brown eyes framed by thick and dark lashes. A smaller nose that narrows to a point. Thick and arched eyebrows with smaller lips that look to be constantly quirked to the left, giving the impression of a smirk. There is a dimple on that cheek with high cheekbones. She's short at 5'3 with a slightly disproportionate frame, more pearshaped. She has long and curly dark brown hair with light brown and blonde natural highlights scattered throughout that falls to her elbows. She typically wears long skirts or dresses. Maybe even the odd shorts here and there. Usually with crop tops or with tunics, maybe the odd flannel. Always with a single ring on her ring finger.
Mien: She looks very similar to human form apart from a few key features. Her skin becomes hardened like one of those antique glass dolls you'd see. Her eyes glaze over and turn into a milky shade, lifeless. There are cracks littered all over her skin, a few pieces missing revealing black emptiness. She shrinks down to 5 feet even, not too far down from her usual height.
History: Robin's previous life is a blur, small details missing. She came to the U.S with her parents from Mexico when she was a little girl. They bought some house somewhere in a rural town, small in numbers, very close-knit. When she was older, she met a man. His name is lost to her, but she remembers them falling in love. It was something... epic. They got married and moved in with each other a few years after their first meeting. She remembered being... happy. She'd never been the most... sought after girl with her accent and dislike for most 'normal' girl things. He was the first guy to show any interest in her.
They were happy together. Less than a year after their marriage, she gave birth to her first child. A baby girl. Her name was... Alice. She remembered that. Then, 2 years later, twin boys by the names of James and David. She's unsure as to why she remembers her children's names and not her husband's but... Robin prefers to not think of it. She stayed at home while he was a... doctor? Or maybe a businessman. One of the two. While it may seem like a bland or boring existence... she was genuinely happy. She never wanted it to change... but she wouldn't be known to you if that was it, ya know?
Her capture was... another blur at first. But, she dreamt of it every night so she was quite familiar with it. She was at home, making dinner. Her husband was to be home soon and she wanted to surprise him, it being their anniversary. The kids were upstairs doing... something. Apparently, there was a rumor going around their school that if they said this... thing and did a ritual, they'd be able to have good luck. Them being kids, they saw nothing wrong with it and believed it to be true. So, they cut open one of Alice's old dolls and put a strand of their hair into it before taping it shut. They said... something. She didn't know what. And it didn't give them good luck but it did something.
Robin heard their screams and had ran upstairs. Bursting into the older sibling's room where they were, she saw this... creature. It was... tall and lanky... horribly disfigured. It was as if it's face had been melted, all of the features mixing together. It held her squirming children in it's hands, trying to stuff them into a sack, some kind of portal behind it. She didn't think. She didn't hesitate. She threw one of the books from the bookcase at it, and kept throwing. Apparently, she caught his attention and kept it. Setting the children down, it went for her. She fought back best she could but she was no match for it. With her children crying and screaming for her and the sound of it laughing, it all went to black when she finally shoved into the sack.
Everything after that was... hell. She was trapped inside a doll. The creature that took her was apparently a collector. It collected everything from dolls, to carvings, to even silverware. It looked shiny. Robin was it's favorite doll to play with. But, the doll she was inside of was one of those antique glass dolls. You know, the ones that your grandparents told you to be careful with because if you dropped it, you could crack it. Yeah, one of those. Those dolls were never meant to be played with, usually just kept for the decor. But, it didn't care. It would have tea parties with her, run around and play with her, have fights with her against other dolls (Those were the worst. She had a feeling she wasn't the only soul inside of a doll, it filled her with the disturbing mix of pity and relief at not being alone.), and he would sleep with her. She was the favorite, she could never figure out why.
Actually, no. The fights weren't the worst... his tantrums were. He was apparently more childish then you'd think. He'd storm into his hidden home where she was kept, so angry. She never figured out why he was so angry all the time. Hell, it took years before she realized that 'it' was a 'he'. Process of elimination, really. He'd come in angry and would start breaking stuff. His rage was... horrifying. She always took the brunt of it, being thrown around so much that it was a miracle the whole thing didn't shatter. But, by the time she left, the doll had many pieces missing and many cracks scattered all over. It came to reflect how her Mien form would look. And don't think that just because she was a doll, she felt nothing. No, she felt it all. And it was... agony. And it never ended. The same routine over and over again for what felt like centuries... before she escaped.
Now she would be let out of the doll every once in a while, usually to clean herself up and maybe eat. She could go a long time without eating there and she didn't need to clean herself as often. But whenever she started to smell, he would take her out of the doll to clean her. It was demeaning and disgusting, feeling his lumpy hands on her own skin. But, she dealt with it because she never knew when she'd ever be let go again or if he'd throw a fit and up killing her the next day. It just so happened that on the day he was letting her out to feed her, he'd left the door unlocked by mistake. She didn't hesitate, she couldn't. She ran. She ran out of the door and ran down the stairs, he was none the wiser. Her legs hadn't been used in a long time and she kept stumbling and falling, but she didn't stop. Even as rocks and sharp objects bit into her feet, cracking them, she didn't stop. She'd memorized the path back to the hedge to reach home. He'd taken her down this path many a time for walks and strolls whenever he walked his possessions. And it wasn't until as she was leaving that she realized she never knew it's name... and she didn't care.
Reaching the mortal relm, she was naked, cold, dirty, and starving. She'd appeared in the same place she was taken... her older daughter Alice's room. However, it was empty. Moving quietly, she searched for any sign of her family and... nothing. It was as if they were never there... there was a new couple living there if the pictures were anything to go by. Stepping outside, there were all these things that she never knew about. Unfamiliar and horrifying. She ran... again. She'd managed to change into human form and had stolen some clothes, doing her best to get to New York in this unfamiliar world. Her parents had told her that, if she needed them, to come to New York and she would be welcomed.
She made it there a few weeks later after hitching a ride from a few people and managing to steal some money in order to pay for a flight to New York. She did some... not so good things. Making it there, she searched for her parents the best she could, going to the address she'd repeated in her head like a mantra during her time in captivity. She'd always wanted to believe she'd escape, after all. However, she was horrified to find out that she was already there. Or, at the very least, someone who looked like her. She'd banged on the door, pleading for them to recognize that it was her. But, her family thought that she was some crazy woman trying to hurt them while they were having a nice dinner to celebrate her daughter Alice's engagement.
She was chased away with threat of a shotgun to the face and she had to leave. She realized she was on her own and used her remaining money to buy a small apartment in the shady side of New York. She got a job as a waitress at some kind of lounge. That's all she'd been doing, working and sleeping with little in between. She lives as comfortably as she can considering she's constantly looking over her shoulder and has no family and friends. The only reason she got the job was because the owner found her attractive and has been trying to get into her pants ever since. She gets paid well enough and can afford to go out and buy stuff but she doesn't. She saves her money and doesn't do anything that could draw attention to herself. (As far as she knows.) It's not the best life or even a really good one. But, she's alive and away from him. She'll take what she can get.
Personality: Prior to her capture, Robin was a confident girl. Sure, for the time period she was a bit of an oddity. Willing to stand up for herself and being anything but a submissive. However, these character traits only mutated when she was captured and let go. Her confidence turned a recklessness. Sure, she didn't want to get caught by any fae ever again. However, with other humans? She's no longer really scared of anything that's not fae or supernatural related. She is bluntly honest and has this feisty temper that developed after being unable to speak for herself for what felt like hundreds of years. Her ire for anything submissive turned her into a control freak. She despises being unable to control everything about her life. From what she wears to what she eats. If she wants to do something, even if on a whim, she'll do it. When she was a doll, she was never able to do even the most simple of things like feed herself or bathe herself. This will be different. She'll never let anyone control her ever again.
She's also anything but loud. At least, as long as you don't make her angry. She's not quiet to the point where she is afraid to speak or would be more likely to curl into herself then approach someone. Nothing like that. It's just that she's more of an observer. Being in a doll, whenever you weren't played with, you were forced to just sit on a shelf and stare. Just watch what was going on around you. Sure, it was boring. But, doing that made you observant and made you notice even the tiniest things. Robin just naturally falls back into that quiet state and just watches everything. It makes her great at noticing small details and ticks about people. She may come across as uncaring, aloof, or even crazy considering her being rash and being incapable of not thinking through decisions that don't involve fae. But, she is one of the most caring people you'll ever meet. She was a mother of three, don't forget that. Caring for others is embedded in her DNA. No matter how much she may try and fight those instincts, if she sees injustice or cruelty, she will act.
Skills: She is good at lying and sucking up to people, able to usually get what she wants from people. This comes from her having to lie to her captor in order to get extra time outside the doll or just to eat on her own. She's good at negotiations and sweet-talking, what can she say?
She's also a pretty great cook and, interestingly enough, she's a great dancer. Her husband and she used to go dancing every weekend either by themselves or with friends. She's, uh, good with random trivia and her skills with guitar are pretty good. Childhood and all that, even if she doesn't remember exactly how this happened.
Supernatural Powers: She has the ability to speak to dolls, able to communicate with them and have them talk back. She can just make small talk with them or ask them to keep an eye out for people or ask them if they'd seen others.
She also has a slight sensitivity to magic, mostly just enough to feel if it's near. She'd been exposed to a lot of it during her time in captivity.
Robin, if need be, can control dolls. Some dolls are empty, with no voices inside of them or life whatsoever. Those are the dolls she can control. Using her thoughts, she can have them do whatever she wants. Whether it be grab something, make something, or even fight someone if need be. But, those kinda dolls are hard to fine.
She can also turn into a doll that looks just like her, useful if she needs to heal. However, break and destroy the doll... destroy her.
Weaknesses: Due to her desire for control, she has a habit of not thinking things through. Sometimes taking really risky actions just because she wants to. Unless, of course, it involves the fae. She has an almost paralytic fear of the fae, afraid that if she gets caught she'll be sent back into the doll and to her cruel captor.
She is also claustrophobic with a fear of cramped and dark spaces. She is also allergic to blueberries and has this irrational fear of technology. Hmm, it might not be best described as a fear. More of an annoyance with technology considering she's not good with it and anything even somewhat advanced has a tendency to... malfunction.
Possessions: Apart from some of the obvious items, 3 of those that standout are.
1. Her wedding ring, she has never taken it off even when she was trapped inside a doll.
2. When she was escaping, she grabbed a large black overcoat to cover herself with. It was all she wore when she escaped and when she arrived in the human world. She didn't wear it since then, keeping it only as a souvenir to remember that she escaped. However, she does sense this strange magical energy from it. She'd assumed it was because of where it was from but... she's not sure.
3. An acoustic guitar she'd bought. It was one of the only things she'd bought for entertainment apart from books... she has a lot of them. It was something she bought on a whim and doesn't play it often. But, it feels like a connection to her past so... she doesn't get rid of it.
Other:
A quirk: She has an obsession with animals. Like, it doesn't matter the species or whatever. If she sees a dog, or a cat, or a lion, she wants to pet it.
Favorite Food: Tacos. Tacos are awesome.
Theme Song: Hmm... Control by Halsey.
Whatever: The movie Jumanji is awesome.
Age: Born in 1958. They physically look 26.
Gender: Female
Seeming: Elemental
Court: Courtless
Appearance:
Mask: Light brown skin with a beauty mark underneath her right eye. Big chocolate brown eyes framed by thick and dark lashes. A smaller nose that narrows to a point. Thick and arched eyebrows with smaller lips that look to be constantly quirked to the left, giving the impression of a smirk. There is a dimple on that cheek with high cheekbones. She's short at 5'3 with a slightly disproportionate frame, more pearshaped. She has long and curly dark brown hair with light brown and blonde natural highlights scattered throughout that falls to her elbows. She typically wears long skirts or dresses. Maybe even the odd shorts here and there. Usually with crop tops or with tunics, maybe the odd flannel. Always with a single ring on her ring finger.
Mien: She looks very similar to human form apart from a few key features. Her skin becomes hardened like one of those antique glass dolls you'd see. Her eyes glaze over and turn into a milky shade, lifeless. There are cracks littered all over her skin, a few pieces missing revealing black emptiness. She shrinks down to 5 feet even, not too far down from her usual height.
History: Robin's previous life is a blur, small details missing. She came to the U.S with her parents from Mexico when she was a little girl. They bought some house somewhere in a rural town, small in numbers, very close-knit. When she was older, she met a man. His name is lost to her, but she remembers them falling in love. It was something... epic. They got married and moved in with each other a few years after their first meeting. She remembered being... happy. She'd never been the most... sought after girl with her accent and dislike for most 'normal' girl things. He was the first guy to show any interest in her.
They were happy together. Less than a year after their marriage, she gave birth to her first child. A baby girl. Her name was... Alice. She remembered that. Then, 2 years later, twin boys by the names of James and David. She's unsure as to why she remembers her children's names and not her husband's but... Robin prefers to not think of it. She stayed at home while he was a... doctor? Or maybe a businessman. One of the two. While it may seem like a bland or boring existence... she was genuinely happy. She never wanted it to change... but she wouldn't be known to you if that was it, ya know?
Her capture was... another blur at first. But, she dreamt of it every night so she was quite familiar with it. She was at home, making dinner. Her husband was to be home soon and she wanted to surprise him, it being their anniversary. The kids were upstairs doing... something. Apparently, there was a rumor going around their school that if they said this... thing and did a ritual, they'd be able to have good luck. Them being kids, they saw nothing wrong with it and believed it to be true. So, they cut open one of Alice's old dolls and put a strand of their hair into it before taping it shut. They said... something. She didn't know what. And it didn't give them good luck but it did something.
Robin heard their screams and had ran upstairs. Bursting into the older sibling's room where they were, she saw this... creature. It was... tall and lanky... horribly disfigured. It was as if it's face had been melted, all of the features mixing together. It held her squirming children in it's hands, trying to stuff them into a sack, some kind of portal behind it. She didn't think. She didn't hesitate. She threw one of the books from the bookcase at it, and kept throwing. Apparently, she caught his attention and kept it. Setting the children down, it went for her. She fought back best she could but she was no match for it. With her children crying and screaming for her and the sound of it laughing, it all went to black when she finally shoved into the sack.
Everything after that was... hell. She was trapped inside a doll. The creature that took her was apparently a collector. It collected everything from dolls, to carvings, to even silverware. It looked shiny. Robin was it's favorite doll to play with. But, the doll she was inside of was one of those antique glass dolls. You know, the ones that your grandparents told you to be careful with because if you dropped it, you could crack it. Yeah, one of those. Those dolls were never meant to be played with, usually just kept for the decor. But, it didn't care. It would have tea parties with her, run around and play with her, have fights with her against other dolls (Those were the worst. She had a feeling she wasn't the only soul inside of a doll, it filled her with the disturbing mix of pity and relief at not being alone.), and he would sleep with her. She was the favorite, she could never figure out why.
Actually, no. The fights weren't the worst... his tantrums were. He was apparently more childish then you'd think. He'd storm into his hidden home where she was kept, so angry. She never figured out why he was so angry all the time. Hell, it took years before she realized that 'it' was a 'he'. Process of elimination, really. He'd come in angry and would start breaking stuff. His rage was... horrifying. She always took the brunt of it, being thrown around so much that it was a miracle the whole thing didn't shatter. But, by the time she left, the doll had many pieces missing and many cracks scattered all over. It came to reflect how her Mien form would look. And don't think that just because she was a doll, she felt nothing. No, she felt it all. And it was... agony. And it never ended. The same routine over and over again for what felt like centuries... before she escaped.
Now she would be let out of the doll every once in a while, usually to clean herself up and maybe eat. She could go a long time without eating there and she didn't need to clean herself as often. But whenever she started to smell, he would take her out of the doll to clean her. It was demeaning and disgusting, feeling his lumpy hands on her own skin. But, she dealt with it because she never knew when she'd ever be let go again or if he'd throw a fit and up killing her the next day. It just so happened that on the day he was letting her out to feed her, he'd left the door unlocked by mistake. She didn't hesitate, she couldn't. She ran. She ran out of the door and ran down the stairs, he was none the wiser. Her legs hadn't been used in a long time and she kept stumbling and falling, but she didn't stop. Even as rocks and sharp objects bit into her feet, cracking them, she didn't stop. She'd memorized the path back to the hedge to reach home. He'd taken her down this path many a time for walks and strolls whenever he walked his possessions. And it wasn't until as she was leaving that she realized she never knew it's name... and she didn't care.
Reaching the mortal relm, she was naked, cold, dirty, and starving. She'd appeared in the same place she was taken... her older daughter Alice's room. However, it was empty. Moving quietly, she searched for any sign of her family and... nothing. It was as if they were never there... there was a new couple living there if the pictures were anything to go by. Stepping outside, there were all these things that she never knew about. Unfamiliar and horrifying. She ran... again. She'd managed to change into human form and had stolen some clothes, doing her best to get to New York in this unfamiliar world. Her parents had told her that, if she needed them, to come to New York and she would be welcomed.
She made it there a few weeks later after hitching a ride from a few people and managing to steal some money in order to pay for a flight to New York. She did some... not so good things. Making it there, she searched for her parents the best she could, going to the address she'd repeated in her head like a mantra during her time in captivity. She'd always wanted to believe she'd escape, after all. However, she was horrified to find out that she was already there. Or, at the very least, someone who looked like her. She'd banged on the door, pleading for them to recognize that it was her. But, her family thought that she was some crazy woman trying to hurt them while they were having a nice dinner to celebrate her daughter Alice's engagement.
She was chased away with threat of a shotgun to the face and she had to leave. She realized she was on her own and used her remaining money to buy a small apartment in the shady side of New York. She got a job as a waitress at some kind of lounge. That's all she'd been doing, working and sleeping with little in between. She lives as comfortably as she can considering she's constantly looking over her shoulder and has no family and friends. The only reason she got the job was because the owner found her attractive and has been trying to get into her pants ever since. She gets paid well enough and can afford to go out and buy stuff but she doesn't. She saves her money and doesn't do anything that could draw attention to herself. (As far as she knows.) It's not the best life or even a really good one. But, she's alive and away from him. She'll take what she can get.
Personality: Prior to her capture, Robin was a confident girl. Sure, for the time period she was a bit of an oddity. Willing to stand up for herself and being anything but a submissive. However, these character traits only mutated when she was captured and let go. Her confidence turned a recklessness. Sure, she didn't want to get caught by any fae ever again. However, with other humans? She's no longer really scared of anything that's not fae or supernatural related. She is bluntly honest and has this feisty temper that developed after being unable to speak for herself for what felt like hundreds of years. Her ire for anything submissive turned her into a control freak. She despises being unable to control everything about her life. From what she wears to what she eats. If she wants to do something, even if on a whim, she'll do it. When she was a doll, she was never able to do even the most simple of things like feed herself or bathe herself. This will be different. She'll never let anyone control her ever again.
She's also anything but loud. At least, as long as you don't make her angry. She's not quiet to the point where she is afraid to speak or would be more likely to curl into herself then approach someone. Nothing like that. It's just that she's more of an observer. Being in a doll, whenever you weren't played with, you were forced to just sit on a shelf and stare. Just watch what was going on around you. Sure, it was boring. But, doing that made you observant and made you notice even the tiniest things. Robin just naturally falls back into that quiet state and just watches everything. It makes her great at noticing small details and ticks about people. She may come across as uncaring, aloof, or even crazy considering her being rash and being incapable of not thinking through decisions that don't involve fae. But, she is one of the most caring people you'll ever meet. She was a mother of three, don't forget that. Caring for others is embedded in her DNA. No matter how much she may try and fight those instincts, if she sees injustice or cruelty, she will act.
Skills: She is good at lying and sucking up to people, able to usually get what she wants from people. This comes from her having to lie to her captor in order to get extra time outside the doll or just to eat on her own. She's good at negotiations and sweet-talking, what can she say?
She's also a pretty great cook and, interestingly enough, she's a great dancer. Her husband and she used to go dancing every weekend either by themselves or with friends. She's, uh, good with random trivia and her skills with guitar are pretty good. Childhood and all that, even if she doesn't remember exactly how this happened.
Supernatural Powers: She has the ability to speak to dolls, able to communicate with them and have them talk back. She can just make small talk with them or ask them to keep an eye out for people or ask them if they'd seen others.
She also has a slight sensitivity to magic, mostly just enough to feel if it's near. She'd been exposed to a lot of it during her time in captivity.
Robin, if need be, can control dolls. Some dolls are empty, with no voices inside of them or life whatsoever. Those are the dolls she can control. Using her thoughts, she can have them do whatever she wants. Whether it be grab something, make something, or even fight someone if need be. But, those kinda dolls are hard to fine.
She can also turn into a doll that looks just like her, useful if she needs to heal. However, break and destroy the doll... destroy her.
Weaknesses: Due to her desire for control, she has a habit of not thinking things through. Sometimes taking really risky actions just because she wants to. Unless, of course, it involves the fae. She has an almost paralytic fear of the fae, afraid that if she gets caught she'll be sent back into the doll and to her cruel captor.
She is also claustrophobic with a fear of cramped and dark spaces. She is also allergic to blueberries and has this irrational fear of technology. Hmm, it might not be best described as a fear. More of an annoyance with technology considering she's not good with it and anything even somewhat advanced has a tendency to... malfunction.
Possessions: Apart from some of the obvious items, 3 of those that standout are.
1. Her wedding ring, she has never taken it off even when she was trapped inside a doll.
2. When she was escaping, she grabbed a large black overcoat to cover herself with. It was all she wore when she escaped and when she arrived in the human world. She didn't wear it since then, keeping it only as a souvenir to remember that she escaped. However, she does sense this strange magical energy from it. She'd assumed it was because of where it was from but... she's not sure.
3. An acoustic guitar she'd bought. It was one of the only things she'd bought for entertainment apart from books... she has a lot of them. It was something she bought on a whim and doesn't play it often. But, it feels like a connection to her past so... she doesn't get rid of it.
Other:
A quirk: She has an obsession with animals. Like, it doesn't matter the species or whatever. If she sees a dog, or a cat, or a lion, she wants to pet it.
Favorite Food: Tacos. Tacos are awesome.
Theme Song: Hmm... Control by Halsey.
Whatever: The movie Jumanji is awesome.
@SisyphusWhile you're here, quick question: Can those of us with CS's accepted move ours over to the Character section? (To help kinda keep track of how many characters we have considering you mentioned looking for 5.)
@MedjedovicWow... so far, your character is pretty interesting.
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