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Reuploading for better quaaaliiitttiiiyyyy~
For this group ->

Edit: Heeee's iiiin~! > w< Thaaankyoou sooo much! ; A;

Just my App for my hopefully first group~ = w=

◊ Name: Alastair
◊ Age: 18
◊ Gender: male
◊ Height: 5’9”
◊ Job: Body Snatcher
◊ Species: Living toy
◊ Weapon (if any): Small daggers hidden under his coat.

◊ Abilities (if any): He doesn’t really but his aim is quite precise which comes in handy when throwing his weapons. His strength isn’t amazing but his specialty is his agility. He’s able to move around quickly even with his huge coat but prefers taking it off when facing opponents. He’s better with long distance combat with his aim balancing out his lack of strength.

◊ Personality: Alastair is a kind and mischievous boy. He’s playful and easy going who enjoys talking and joking around with others. He’s not angered easily and because of this he doesn’t know when to stop playing around and can sometimes become a little irritating but he really does try his best to stay calm. Also he’s a little slow at times but that doesn’t mean he’s not book smart.

◊ Bio: Alastair being a living voodoo doll was tortured in his inanimate form which is why he’s covered in stitches. Because of this experience he’s now sensitive to the thought of pain but still manages to keep his cheery personality. Despite that though the thought of intense pain makes him cringe. He tries to keep conversations on a happier level.

But from the beginning he wasn’t always a voodoo doll. He was a regular plush toy with a loving owner. Dressed up in a lovely little suit and taken care of delicately. His owner loved him to bits and cherished him occasionally singing a few melodies for him. His owner had a moving and what one could say magical voice. Yet one day his owner came back stressed and irritated. With no other way to relive their pain they took out their rage Alastiar. It wasn’t anything serious at first but as the days became more stressing the abuse grew more aggressive. ‘From such a loving owner to this?’

Alastair hated the pain. He was all alone, being tortured. Why couldn’t his owner just rid of him? His wish came true all too soon. In tatters and ruins his owner no longer cared for him and threw him away. Cold, alone, upset he vowed if he were to ever gain another’s affection he’d never complain about this loneliness again. He hates being alone... Is there anyone that’ll take him in again?

Seeing the Toy-store he felt this was the perfect opportunity to meet others. Putting on a cheery attitude (because first impressions are always important and he doesn’t want to appear a drag) he went to see if he if he could find his place. Maybe he’d find someone to talk to here... Friends would be a nice addition whilst rebuilding his life...

The melodies his owner used to sing still playing in his head as if it were stalking him. He’s still longing to hear their voice again... Maybe bring peace to his being or fill that hole that appeared as soon as the abuse began. He wishes to let his heart out through melodic verses and let out his frustration that’s been cooped up inside him but his stitches tear and he’s far to sub conscious about them. He wants to sing but his stitches come undone and it hurts far too much so he simply mumbles to himself the continuously haunting tune.

◊ Likes: Singing, Lazing around.
◊ Dislikes: Pain, Being alone.

◊ Additional Information: Because of the stitches around his mouth Alastair can’t really frown. Alastair also doesn’t bleed but spills out a black liquid. Even his tears are black. Also his right eye is closed because it was damaged. He can see through it but the vision is limited and he prefers not to show off the wound.

Description
Reuploading for better quaaaliiitttiiiyyyy~
For this group ->

Edit: Heeee's iiiin~! > w< Thaaankyoou sooo much! ; A;

Just my App for my hopefully first group~ = w=

◊ Name: Alastair
◊ Age: 18
◊ Gender: male
◊ Height: 5’9”
◊ Job: Body Snatcher
◊ Species: Living toy
◊ Weapon (if any): Small daggers hidden under his coat.

◊ Abilities (if any): He doesn’t really but his aim is quite precise which comes in handy when throwing his weapons. His strength isn’t amazing but his specialty is his agility. He’s able to move around quickly even with his huge coat but prefers taking it off when facing opponents. He’s better with long distance combat with his aim balancing out his lack of strength.

◊ Personality: Alastair is a kind and mischievous boy. He’s playful and easy going who enjoys talking and joking around with others. He’s not angered easily and because of this he doesn’t know when to stop playing around and can sometimes become a little irritating but he really does try his best to stay calm. Also he’s a little slow at times but that doesn’t mean he’s not book smart.

◊ Bio: Alastair being a living voodoo doll was tortured in his inanimate form which is why he’s covered in stitches. Because of this experience he’s now sensitive to the thought of pain but still manages to keep his cheery personality. Despite that though the thought of intense pain makes him cringe. He tries to keep conversations on a happier level.

But from the beginning he wasn’t always a voodoo doll. He was a regular plush toy with a loving owner. Dressed up in a lovely little suit and taken care of delicately. His owner loved him to bits and cherished him occasionally singing a few melodies for him. His owner had a moving and what one could say magical voice. Yet one day his owner came back stressed and irritated. With no other way to relive their pain they took out their rage Alastiar. It wasn’t anything serious at first but as the days became more stressing the abuse grew more aggressive. ‘From such a loving owner to this?’

Alastair hated the pain. He was all alone, being tortured. Why couldn’t his owner just rid of him? His wish came true all too soon. In tatters and ruins his owner no longer cared for him and threw him away. Cold, alone, upset he vowed if he were to ever gain another’s affection he’d never complain about this loneliness again. He hates being alone... Is there anyone that’ll take him in again?

Seeing the Toy-store he felt this was the perfect opportunity to meet others. Putting on a cheery attitude (because first impressions are always important and he doesn’t want to appear a drag) he went to see if he if he could find his place. Maybe he’d find someone to talk to here... Friends would be a nice addition whilst rebuilding his life...

The melodies his owner used to sing still playing in his head as if it were stalking him. He’s still longing to hear their voice again... Maybe bring peace to his being or fill that hole that appeared as soon as the abuse began. He wishes to let his heart out through melodic verses and let out his frustration that’s been cooped up inside him but his stitches tear and he’s far to sub conscious about them. He wants to sing but his stitches come undone and it hurts far too much so he simply mumbles to himself the continuously haunting tune.

◊ Likes: Singing, Lazing around.
◊ Dislikes: Pain, Being alone.

◊ Additional Information: Because of the stitches around his mouth Alastair can’t really frown. Alastair also doesn’t bleed but spills out a black liquid. Even his tears are black. Also his right eye is closed because it was damaged. He can see through it but the vision is limited and he prefers not to show off the wound.