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The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@KatherinWinter She's a spiritual anomaly, it isn't that she's harbored by a previous soul she's a new one on her own. In a way, yes she is a cursed doll, but no she is not possessed by a human spirit, she has her own.

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Appearance

This life-sized doll stands at a small 4'5" with pale skin and rounded features. Dappled peach blush give her a more lively appearance however cracks and crevices around her joints show age due to time. Essie's hair is gathered from the locks of a living person, it is unknown if it was donated or stolen, but nonetheless they sit pristine on her head and curl naturally. As dolls do, she has ball joints present in her hands, torso, neck, arms, legs, and feet.

Name: Essie | Specimen #334-56-i29

Age: N/A however the age of her worn features suggest she was crafted in the late 1800s, she was made to mimic the appearance of a young girl in the prime of their youth.

Species: Porcelain doll(?)

Powers:
- Broken but whole; Essie can be destroyed and pieced back together(Either she does it herself or someone else goes through the meticulous process), she cannot feel pain and remains aware of her surroundings. In trials she has exhibited the ability to accept new material in place of lost pieces, however it must always be porcelain of some variety.
- Comfort doll; Her presence exudes a natural warmth that alleviates stress and anxiety. Depending on how physically close you are to her, the affects increase or decrease - standing right beside Essie grants a lulling calm.
- Quick wit; She learns at a surprisingly quick pace. Specimen #334-56-i29 can read through text and absorb its contents for memory, however she has her preferences and seemingly enjoys poetry or books with nice pictures.
- Enhanced agility/senses; Speed, flexibility, sight, and hearing are pique. Her light weight frame can maneuver easily.
- Mimicry; Watching, learning, seeing someone preform an action or power, Essie is able to replicate their skills and utilize them for her own purposes. She must visually register how they act in order to add their ability to her repertoire. (Spells/abilities that require vocalization are exempt from this since she is unable to speak.)

Strengths:
- Empathetic; Her traits reflect a gentle soul that shows concern for those around her, she is easily influenced by emotion and often attempts to be a consoling hand or a mediator in tense situations.
- Intelligent; She is studious, attentive to what is happening around her, Essie takes note of subtle details if they seem important.
- Cooperative; Essie can follow instructions, her relatively calm disposition makes her agreeable and overall incredibly amicable.

Weaknesses:
- Silent; Essie is not biologically human, she lacks vocal cords and cannot communicate through normal means. She does make up for this in ASL and writing.
- Fragile; She is physically weak due to her delicate properties. It's easy to break Essie and pulverize her into thousands of little pieces.
- Trusting; Her forgiving and soft nature leaves her... Again, easily influenced by emotion.

Bio:
Log #1

A translated letter from Zhukova's shopkeep;
'To my Essie,
My magnum opus, my beautiful angel. No matter how old you get I still see vibrance in those blue eyes of yours, your smile alone stops my heart and leaves me breathless. For you, my love - I captured your youth, our most precious memories. You can see that she looks just like you when you were younger, sometimes I fool myself into thinking that she is you... But alas, nothing can replace my sweetest Essie. Consider her a gift so that you may look back on times when you were happiest...
I am aware that you will never feel the same, you will never love me as I did you. I am aware that you are repulsed by my presence, you think I am mad, you think I am... Broken. Yet nothing you can do or say will stop me from loving every fiber of your being.
Essie, my beacon. Please grant me one last wish and accept this gift.
- Aleksei Zhukova'

The shopkeeper has been identified as Aleksei Zhukova born at an unknown date in the late 1800s, he lived in a remote town located in Cheremkhovo Russia. Through the letter left behind it has been assumed that Specimen #334-56-i29 is a porcelain recreation of Zhukova's 'lover', however it is evident that Zhukova is in fact stalking - or rather, had been stalking the original Essie since her youth. The doll and letter was returned to him, that or it had never been sent in the first place due to the fact that both the letter and doll were acquired on the lowest floor of his shop.

Log #2

Specimen #334-56-i29 was retrieved in early April of 2010 after Cheremkhovo was left abandoned due to unknown circumstances. An armed military team of five were the first and last to be deployed in Cheremkhovo. The team's captain Walters lead the group through the town finding no abnormalities until Zhukova's shop was within view. Two members commented on a light buzzing noise though no further symptoms were reported.
Captain Walters issued a sweep and was the first to enter the shop. He described the scene as such; 'Old, vintage... Uhh, it was like being sent back in time, you'd expect something old to be dusted and falling apart but it looked like it had been swept and polished yesterday. No one was inside, no one that we saw. The appearance of the shop was the only thing that - y'know... Felt off.' Walters proceeded to explore the upper portion of the store finding nothing of interest.
When the team entered the basement floor they discovered a humanoid figure shrouded in cloth atop a workshop table. Zhukova's letter was discovered in a drawer with tools he used to make his dolls.

Log #2.5 [Interview:Walters]

Dr. Reynolds: "So... What did you do?"
Walters: "With what? You mean the crap on the table? Martinez pulled the cloth off and that was when we found the doll, it didn't move at all, not an inch I mean - the hell would you expect? It's a doll."
Dr. Reynolds: "What activated the doll?"
Walters: "The letter came with a key, small and silver like it was meant for a locket. Martinez found a hole on the nape of its neck that matched the shape so we put two and two together. It... It didn't do anything at first, it only moved when Martinez pulled away. Obviously our first instinct was to shoot the thing, we did. We let loose on it, we broke it into tiny little pieces."
Dr. Reynolds: "When did you stop shooting?"
Walters: "When it stopped moving. And it did. I called for backup to get us out and to take the evidence... It..."
Dr. Reynolds: "Your other members said that Specimen #334-56-i29 started to snap together."
Walters: "Like a puzzle. It was insane."
Dr. Reynolds: "What further initiative did you take?"
Walters: "We kept our guns trained on it. Usually with... Things like that you'd expect it to get right back up and maul you, but it didn't."

Log #3

Specimen #334-56-i29 is kept contained under constant supervision, by no means is Specimen #334-56-i29 permitted in civilian areas. It is, however, granted leisure hobbies to keep itself entertained. It has expressed desire in wanting to watch agent activities.

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No contractor? A shame that was - however in a sense, the freedom was delightful... Yet the loneliness was crippling. Donnerhardt adjusted the small girl in his grasp, his mood lightening considerably at the thought of a club. "Oh?" He chimed, "Such a pleasant idea, I will consider it- most definitely!" His free hand raised to wave at Wakefield, though it soon wandered into the pocket of his shirt to pull out another cigarette. He let it sit between his lips as he set Delphia down, finding it a struggle to maneuver around his pockets with only one hand. "Now, kin of kin," Donnerhardt began as he lit the cigarette with a sleek silver lighter, "It was quite rude of you to snap like that."

"I care very little." Delphia turned her head away from him as she smoothed her clothing out. "But if you would like it in a more casual manner; The amount of fucks I give is next to nothing."

"Language! We are in a school and you are only seventeen - do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" He looked her over, his expression clearly bewildered as he took a brief drag of his cancer stick. "You ought to scrub your mouth out with soap and water."

He resumed his stride, Delphia in pursuit as they simply followed the flow of the crowd. "Stop walking so fast, not everyone has long disgusting legs like you." The girl would demand, though to her dismay he refused to do so, teasing her as he picked up his pace. "Donnerhardt! Halt! Bitte."

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Donnerhardt stopped in his tracks as a stranger butted into his space, a smile spreading on his features as he looked the figure over. "Oh!" He chuckled and immediately went in for a hardy handshake- perhaps a bit too hard and friendly on his end, but no matter! He was having fun, and unlike Delphia he had the charisma for socializing. "Guten Morgen! Another one of us? Ah, do my eyes deceive me- A pleasure, such a pleasure," Donnerhardt drew his hand away, waving it about to rid the lingering remnants of smoke. "I for one am doing quite well, though under these circumstances I would not say the same for my fair contractor. I am Do-"

A small hand reached over to grab the taller male's wrist, pulling him aside. Delphia stepped in, taking what was once his place and looking up with a frown. "Don't talk to him." She stated, pointing her free hand at Wakefield. "We have more important things to do, making friends isn't on the list." Her words were blunt, straight to the point, lacking any sort of sympathy to make her... Well, a likable person. Donnerhardt broke free from her grip, simply opting to pick her up by grasping at the back of her shirt collar.

"Shame on you!" He'd retort, "You little gremlin you. So much rage in that tiny body, very unhealthy." The taller man tucked Delphia underneath his arm, securing her despite her thrashing and frustration. "Where was I? Ah! I am Donnerhardt, this is my contractor; Delphia. In Latin, it means dolphin, however she lacks the pleasant nature of one." He let out a light bout of laughter before settling back down. "Forgive her sour attitude- although making friends is not on her list, it is certainly on mine. Where is your contractor, Herr Wakefield?" How curious to see him without one in the first place. Donnerhardt had only seen pairs up until now, though perhaps he was mistaken.

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Delphia Dianella Day

Character Sheet:

Delphia stands a small 4'5" with a petite frame. Her features are soft and rounded with a pair of striking blue eyes - on her right cheek, a beauty mark rests, a secondary feature that happens to be a bit prominent. The young girl often dyes her hair different shades, currently she's particularly compelled to have it be a shocking shade of pink.

Name: Delphia Day
Age: 17
Themesong: youtube.com/watch?v=tQhbktFT7HI

Personality: Calm, collected, studious - Delphia is a girl who takes things very seriously and dislikes wasting her time. She holds a very determined and precise air about her, which makes her a very difficult character to associate with in terms of friendship.

Biography:
Delphia is the youngest of three, though unfortunately separated from her birth parents due to personal misconceptions and conflicts. For the majority of her life she lived with her beloved aunt and uncle, the two taking the role of what her birth parents were unable to fill. They did their best to provide her with a normal life, and through all of their hard work and labor, Delphia managed to grow up a modest member of society.
It wasn't until her sixteenth birthday when things began to take a turn. After the passing of her grandparents, Delphia and her family tasked themselves with clearing out their belongings, rightfully situating them where they belonged. In the basement of her grandfather's workshop, Delphia found something bound by cloth and chain, dust clouding the surface. She found herself curious in the midst of this all; Perhaps her grandfather had been working on something? Perhaps what was bound here was supposed to remain that way?

Child.

A voice reverberated through her head, throwing her off of her balance.

Willst du Macht?

Willst du what? What did it mean? What was happening?

Öffnen Sie mich.

Her hands gripped at the tattered cloth, tugging and tearing to reveal what was underneath - she felt so compelled, though she didn't understand why. Delphia's gaze rested on the gauntlets, her reflection staring back at her on the pristine metallic surface.

Kin of kin. Fate brings you and I together, this was no mistake. The stars aligned and now we stand face to face - or rather, face to metal. Do you wish to pursue your destiny, kin of kin?

Fate had no purpose here. Delphia enjoyed her life thus far, why would she want it any other way? This was far beyond her... And yet, it was alluring. Why not test what fate had to offer?

Magic Circle, picture and location:

This magic circle is located on her left inner thigh, a very awkward spot.

Character Sheet (SOUL GEAR):

In his human form, he takes the shape of a tall, older man - Donnerhardt stands at around 6'4" with broad shoulders and a medium build. His face is sharp, his nose and jawline defined honing a peppered beard and wise hazel eyes. Donnerhardt's real form is in Delphia's appearance' He takes the shape of two large fighting gauntlets that vaguely resemble robotic limbs.

Human Name: Donnerhardt
Real Name: Stärke und Mut

Power: Other than the enhanced strength and endurance provided by the gauntlets, the wearer is bestowed a few special talents;
Gravity - The user is able to manipulate the force of gravity within a specific range. In this instance, the range is forty feet. The user allows gravity around them to shift, weight either increases or decreases allowing harder hits or an easier time to move around rough terrain - those within range are put under the effects of these gravitational influxes and should remain weary when they engage in close combat.
Bond Of The Götter - Only the human he is bound to is able to use the gauntlets. To the primary user, the gauntlets are light and easily moveable - however if another person were to try the gauntlets on, they would be met with an immovable object.

Biography:
Sculpted. Practiced. Precise. He was made to be a war machine. From blacksmith to blacksmith he was handed down, each adding their own pieces - bits of inspiration, scrap, and sweat. No one was able to truly determine his age, nor pinpoint the original craftsman, but somehow he would always find himself in the hands of another. Unfinished, but waiting.

Stärke und Mut. Strength and Courage, named accordingly with pride by the artisans that invested so much in him. His developing soul longed for the connection of an owner, a contractor that will finally put his skills to use - yet he was never finished... Blacksmith to blacksmith... They only added little bits, never quite reaching a point where they were satisfied.

Delphia's grandfather would be the last to work on Stärke und Mut. The elderly man invested his entire life into making sure it was completed before his untimely death.

Finally, he would be put to use.

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A long wisp of smoke came from the cigarette that sat between Donnerhardt's lips, his gaze resting on the much smaller figure to his left who stood with her head held high. "Psst..." Donnerhardt whispered a bit, attempting to grab the attention of the tiny woman. "Kin of kin." He'd chime, a hand outstretching to pat the top of her striking pink hair. "Bist du wach?"

Delphia swatted away any sort of physical contact from his end, her usual scowl crossing her features as she glanced upwards. "What?" She'd murmur under her breath, "What is it?" What could he possibly want to pester her about? She had a purpose here, it was amazing how he was able to keep such a calm composure - in fact, it made her mad. "And stop speaking German." Delphia would add, a light huff escaping her lips. She watched the taller man pinch at the butt of his cigarette and flick it off to the side, his neck craning as he blew smoke upwards towards the sky. "You have a group. No?" He'd respond with a light hum to his voice, "Number and letter- right? Follow the flow of the river and swim like salmon." Again with his cryptic phrasing, though even then it sounded ridiculous when it came from his mouth.

She had watched the scenario play out from the sidelines, though it seemed as though she would need to participate in it all now. Delphia ran her fingers through her dyed locks of hair as she shifted her weight onto one foot, then the other. "... Fine. 1A, then." She sighed as she began her hurried stride, her head nudging a bit for Donnerhardt to follow along- and of course, the tall fellow trailed just behind his much smaller contractor.

"Is this not exciting, kin of kin?" Donnerhardt chuckled as he tossed the wasted cigarette aside. "A true adventure, fit for the hardie-"

"Please shut up, I'm begging you." Delphia interrupted the beginning of his rant, her scowl only growing more prominent.

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I'm fine with it! No biggie

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There! Hopefully I'm done lol

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Delphia Dianella Day

Character Sheet:

Delphia stands a small 4'5" with a petite frame. Her features are soft and rounded with a pair of striking blue eyes - on her right cheek, a beauty mark rests, a secondary feature that happens to be a bit prominent. The young girl often dyes her hair different shades, currently she's particularly compelled to have it be a shocking shade of pink.

Name: Delphia Day
Age: 17
Themesong: youtube.com/watch?v=tQhbktFT7HI

Personality: Calm, collected, studious - Delphia is a girl who takes things very seriously and dislikes wasting her time. She holds a very determined and precise air about her, which makes her a very difficult character to associate with in terms of friendship.

Biography:
Delphia is the youngest of three, though unfortunately separated from her birth parents due to personal misconceptions and conflicts. For the majority of her life she lived with her beloved aunt and uncle, the two taking the role of what her birth parents were unable to fill. They did their best to provide her with a normal life, and through all of their hard work and labor, Delphia managed to grow up a modest member of society.
It wasn't until her sixteenth birthday when things began to take a turn. After the passing of her grandparents, Delphia and her family tasked themselves with clearing out their belongings, rightfully situating them where they belonged. In the basement of her grandfather's workshop, Delphia found something bound by cloth and chain, dust clouding the surface. She found herself curious in the midst of this all; Perhaps her grandfather had been working on something? Perhaps what was bound here was supposed to remain that way?

Child.

A voice reverberated through her head, throwing her off of her balance.

Willst du Macht?

Willst du what? What did it mean? What was happening?

Öffnen Sie mich.

Her hands gripped at the tattered cloth, tugging and tearing to reveal what was underneath - she felt so compelled, though she didn't understand why. Delphia's gaze rested on the gauntlets, her reflection staring back at her on the pristine metallic surface.

Kin of kin. Fate brings you and I together, this was no mistake. The stars aligned and now we stand face to face - or rather, face to metal. Do you wish to pursue your destiny, kin of kin?

Fate had no purpose here. Delphia enjoyed her life thus far, why would she want it any other way? This was far beyond her... And yet, it was alluring. Why not test what fate had to offer?

Magic Circle, picture and location:

This magic circle is located on her left inner thigh, a very awkward spot.

Character Sheet (SOUL GEAR):

In his human form, he takes the shape of a tall, older man - Donnerhardt stands at around 6'4" with broad shoulders and a medium build. His face is sharp, his nose and jawline defined honing a peppered beard and wise hazel eyes. Donnerhardt's real form is in Delphia's appearance' He takes the shape of two large fighting gauntlets that vaguely resemble robotic limbs.

Human Name: Donnerhardt
Real Name: Stärke und Mut

Power: Other than the enhanced strength and endurance provided by the gauntlets, the wearer is bestowed a few special talents;
Gravity - The user is able to manipulate the force of gravity within a specific range. In this instance, the range is forty feet. The user allows gravity around them to shift, weight either increases or decreases allowing harder hits or an easier time to move around rough terrain - those within range are put under the effects of these gravitational influxes and should remain weary when they engage in close combat.
Bond Of The Götter - Only the human he is bound to is able to use the gauntlets. To the primary user, the gauntlets are light and easily moveable - however if another person were to try the gauntlets on, they would be met with an immovable object.

Biography:
Sculpted. Practiced. Precise. He was made to be a war machine. From blacksmith to blacksmith he was handed down, each adding their own pieces - bits of inspiration, scrap, and sweat. No one was able to truly determine his age, nor pinpoint the original craftsman, but somehow he would always find himself in the hands of another. Unfinished, but waiting.

Stärke und Mut. Strength and Courage, named accordingly with pride by the artisans that invested so much in him. His developing soul longed for the connection of an owner, a contractor that will finally put his skills to use - yet he was never finished... Blacksmith to blacksmith... They only added little bits, never quite reaching a point where they were satisfied.

Delphia's grandfather would be the last to work on Stärke und Mut. The elderly man invested his entire life into making sure it was completed before his untimely death.

Finally, he would be put to use.

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