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WHOOT. Done. At. Last. /oel The most detailed character I've ever made. Ahma so proud. ; w ;

Hel-lo~! >w

In uniform: [link]

? Name: Violette

? Age: Looks 21 (but doesn’t have a clue how old she actually is. She never kept track.)

? Gender: Female

? Height: 5'6 (6' including 1 inch heels and her hat, which she never takes off)

? Job: Assembler

? Species: Living Toy ( Ragdoll)

? Weapon: Fingers that become a nearly indestructible, black metallic substance up to the end of her knuckles. They can become extremely long and either needle-like, or thinned along the edges, like long scalpels. Both are effective for piercing and cleanly slicing flesh as easily as cloth, depending on what Violette wants. The ways she can manipulate them are limited to the two aforementioned variations though; she can't, for example, make a spatula with her fingers.

? Abilities:
Needlework: When she's working, her fingers help her handle fine details as well as multi-task. She can elongate any of them at will while maintaining a few at their normal state simultaneously, and will use them to hold spools, push organs away, and sew or cut all at once. She's also very skilled with a needle and thread in general.

Feral form: once Violetteis in immediate danger, the whites of her eyes turn black and cracked at the edges, a defensive effect from her cat demon soul. Both her entire hands become the unique black substance she uses at work, though her fingers become thinner, sharper, and longer blades. These are tipped with smaller, shorter blades near the two joints that let her fingers bend, allowing her more ways to tear at opponents. The change to this form occurs nearly instantly, and usually in defense. In feral mode, Violette's bell is completely silent, and she will use her claws and speed to render opponents unable to fight. It should be noted that she's not in full control of herself in feral form, as she lets her soul's most basic instincts take over-- for this reason, feral Violette is like a completely different person with a different awareness. She's been practicing how to control this and let her consciousness be aware through sparring sessions with Niffler.

? Personality:
- A bit clumsy, and generally cheerful. Because she has a habit of working late, she tends to cut herself with her own claws when she gives in to her other habit of scratching her cheek. She's very good at sewing up her own wounds though, and has since learned to do so with minimal scarring. It's for this purpose that she has a ready sewing kit and a mirror in one of her many pockets.
- Usually looks serious and reserved, but is actually quite a goofball with good intentions. She'd do things that look silly with a smile without being embarrassed, unless someone points it out to her.
- Would do anything to break tense atmospheres (usually resorting to making a complete fool of herself), or retreat from them altogether when she feels she can't handle them. Living in a sheltered, happy atmosphere most of her life and the scarring experience near the end of her owner’s hasn't made her fond of overly serious moments.
- Has a habit of joking even in frightening, serious, and other rather inappropriate situations to hide the fact that she's not the calmest of people.
- While she's able to talk about herself pretty openly, she's especially guarded about her own personal thoughts and feelings towards other people. If you get her to actually open up it means you’ve earned her trust. Kudos. It’s a rare thing to accomplish.
- Incredibly dense and naive when it comes to romance. The only love she came to know about was the familial kind her owner shared with her, and hasn't had any orientation with the opposite sex. She therefore approaches anyone and everyone with the same nurturing kind of affection she was showered with by her owner. Any openly romantic approaches will be met with kind, blind stupidity while sexual approaches make her flail in mind-numbing embarrassment.
- In feral mode, she doesn't talk much. She does, however, smile a whole lot more. And looks rather deranged doing so.

? Bio:

A witch rag doll that was a joint labor of love between a seamstress mother and her sickly daughter, using scraps of different shades of violet cloth, the daughter's favorite color. Because her health prohibited her from going out of bed, the daughter would sew clothes for this doll and show them to her mother, who never allowed her daughter to actually help out of fear of her condition getting worse, even though she was struggling to make ends meet. Isolated and without any friends, the daughter would simply sew for her doll and make up stories about her little doll being a good witch to pass the time, talking to her and telling silly jokes like the doll was her best friend.

The day her mother didn't come into her room, the daughter walked into her mother's workroom and found her collapsed on her table. She died that night. The daughter and her doll were taken to a workhouse after no one else knew what to do with her. Due to the workhouse's predictably worse conditions, the daughter herself didn't last more than a few months; she died and was buried in a vacant lot, while her doll was placed into the grave with her.

The doll bemoaned the loss of the girl she'd loved, and the dank, dark dreariness of the coffin she found them both in. When two grave-robbers dug up the girl's grave among many others, one of them found the doll, and tried to take the silver bell on her neck. Out of sheer will, the doll placed its hands over it, scaring the beejeesus out of the robber, who didn't notice the body-snatcher behind him witness the whole thing. This body-snatcher finished the two off for their fresh 'loot', and took the doll along back to the Toy Store.

The doll was given life using the soul of a cat demon, and takes on a human form similar to her beloved owner. Because the owner she had loved adored this color, the doll called herself Violette.

? Likes:
- sharp objects
- pretty or cute objects (it's easy to mesmerize her with puppies, cute toys, or anything pretty)
- any shade of violet (goes without saying)
- string, yarn, thread, etc. (A side effect of having a soul of a cat demon. She can spend many a blissful hour just twirling string around her fingers)
- little girls (only because her owner was one!)
- laughter (even at her own expense)
- Aria , her scaly, barbed female monster
- Niffler and Zevrean

? Dislikes:
- people touching her bell or her hat. Do not touch. Don't. You might make her cry. Or you might lose a finger.
- material wastage (being a doll made from scraps made her adopt the motto “Waste not, want not!” pretty darn closely)
- rain
- smoke
- small dark places
- overly serious moments

? Additional Information:
- The silver bell on her neck indicates her mood. Its tinkling becomes more high-pitched when Violette is happy, becomes dull and muffled when she's sad, but is dead silent when Violette is angry, no matter how much she moves (and she moves pretty fast).

- Her mismatched eyes are a result of her owner not being able to find any matching buttons.

- Her hat is sewed to her head— unfortunately, despite her best efforts, the daughter made several mistakes doing Violette's hair, and made her hat permanently sewn onto her head to cover up the damage. Violette is very conscious of this, and has since reinforced the stitching.

- The rest of Violette's body under her clothes (in her human form) is stitched in different shades of ‘flesh’— there wasn't enough of the same material to make her entire body, so scraps were used, just like her clothes.

- When she's not being conscious, Violette tends to display cat mannerisms. She purrs softly when she's content, hisses when she's angry or feeling threatened, and mews when she's embarrassed. She's not especially fond of fish though, and she's got nothing against dogs.

- Her hat has a really wide brim. It measures a foot long on each side, and half a foot in the front and back. It's usually tilted and floppy-looking at the sides =w/

Description

WHOOT. Done. At. Last. /oel The most detailed character I've ever made. Ahma so proud. ; w ;

Hel-lo~! >w

In uniform: [link]

? Name: Violette

? Age: Looks 21 (but doesn’t have a clue how old she actually is. She never kept track.)

? Gender: Female

? Height: 5'6 (6' including 1 inch heels and her hat, which she never takes off)

? Job: Assembler

? Species: Living Toy ( Ragdoll)

? Weapon: Fingers that become a nearly indestructible, black metallic substance up to the end of her knuckles. They can become extremely long and either needle-like, or thinned along the edges, like long scalpels. Both are effective for piercing and cleanly slicing flesh as easily as cloth, depending on what Violette wants. The ways she can manipulate them are limited to the two aforementioned variations though; she can't, for example, make a spatula with her fingers.

? Abilities:
Needlework: When she's working, her fingers help her handle fine details as well as multi-task. She can elongate any of them at will while maintaining a few at their normal state simultaneously, and will use them to hold spools, push organs away, and sew or cut all at once. She's also very skilled with a needle and thread in general.

Feral form: once Violetteis in immediate danger, the whites of her eyes turn black and cracked at the edges, a defensive effect from her cat demon soul. Both her entire hands become the unique black substance she uses at work, though her fingers become thinner, sharper, and longer blades. These are tipped with smaller, shorter blades near the two joints that let her fingers bend, allowing her more ways to tear at opponents. The change to this form occurs nearly instantly, and usually in defense. In feral mode, Violette's bell is completely silent, and she will use her claws and speed to render opponents unable to fight. It should be noted that she's not in full control of herself in feral form, as she lets her soul's most basic instincts take over-- for this reason, feral Violette is like a completely different person with a different awareness. She's been practicing how to control this and let her consciousness be aware through sparring sessions with Niffler.

? Personality:
- A bit clumsy, and generally cheerful. Because she has a habit of working late, she tends to cut herself with her own claws when she gives in to her other habit of scratching her cheek. She's very good at sewing up her own wounds though, and has since learned to do so with minimal scarring. It's for this purpose that she has a ready sewing kit and a mirror in one of her many pockets.
- Usually looks serious and reserved, but is actually quite a goofball with good intentions. She'd do things that look silly with a smile without being embarrassed, unless someone points it out to her.
- Would do anything to break tense atmospheres (usually resorting to making a complete fool of herself), or retreat from them altogether when she feels she can't handle them. Living in a sheltered, happy atmosphere most of her life and the scarring experience near the end of her owner’s hasn't made her fond of overly serious moments.
- Has a habit of joking even in frightening, serious, and other rather inappropriate situations to hide the fact that she's not the calmest of people.
- While she's able to talk about herself pretty openly, she's especially guarded about her own personal thoughts and feelings towards other people. If you get her to actually open up it means you’ve earned her trust. Kudos. It’s a rare thing to accomplish.
- Incredibly dense and naive when it comes to romance. The only love she came to know about was the familial kind her owner shared with her, and hasn't had any orientation with the opposite sex. She therefore approaches anyone and everyone with the same nurturing kind of affection she was showered with by her owner. Any openly romantic approaches will be met with kind, blind stupidity while sexual approaches make her flail in mind-numbing embarrassment.
- In feral mode, she doesn't talk much. She does, however, smile a whole lot more. And looks rather deranged doing so.

? Bio:

A witch rag doll that was a joint labor of love between a seamstress mother and her sickly daughter, using scraps of different shades of violet cloth, the daughter's favorite color. Because her health prohibited her from going out of bed, the daughter would sew clothes for this doll and show them to her mother, who never allowed her daughter to actually help out of fear of her condition getting worse, even though she was struggling to make ends meet. Isolated and without any friends, the daughter would simply sew for her doll and make up stories about her little doll being a good witch to pass the time, talking to her and telling silly jokes like the doll was her best friend.

The day her mother didn't come into her room, the daughter walked into her mother's workroom and found her collapsed on her table. She died that night. The daughter and her doll were taken to a workhouse after no one else knew what to do with her. Due to the workhouse's predictably worse conditions, the daughter herself didn't last more than a few months; she died and was buried in a vacant lot, while her doll was placed into the grave with her.

The doll bemoaned the loss of the girl she'd loved, and the dank, dark dreariness of the coffin she found them both in. When two grave-robbers dug up the girl's grave among many others, one of them found the doll, and tried to take the silver bell on her neck. Out of sheer will, the doll placed its hands over it, scaring the beejeesus out of the robber, who didn't notice the body-snatcher behind him witness the whole thing. This body-snatcher finished the two off for their fresh 'loot', and took the doll along back to the Toy Store.

The doll was given life using the soul of a cat demon, and takes on a human form similar to her beloved owner. Because the owner she had loved adored this color, the doll called herself Violette.

? Likes:
- sharp objects
- pretty or cute objects (it's easy to mesmerize her with puppies, cute toys, or anything pretty)
- any shade of violet (goes without saying)
- string, yarn, thread, etc. (A side effect of having a soul of a cat demon. She can spend many a blissful hour just twirling string around her fingers)
- little girls (only because her owner was one!)
- laughter (even at her own expense)
- Aria , her scaly, barbed female monster
- Niffler and Zevrean

? Dislikes:
- people touching her bell or her hat. Do not touch. Don't. You might make her cry. Or you might lose a finger.
- material wastage (being a doll made from scraps made her adopt the motto “Waste not, want not!” pretty darn closely)
- rain
- smoke
- small dark places
- overly serious moments

? Additional Information:
- The silver bell on her neck indicates her mood. Its tinkling becomes more high-pitched when Violette is happy, becomes dull and muffled when she's sad, but is dead silent when Violette is angry, no matter how much she moves (and she moves pretty fast).

- Her mismatched eyes are a result of her owner not being able to find any matching buttons.

- Her hat is sewed to her head— unfortunately, despite her best efforts, the daughter made several mistakes doing Violette's hair, and made her hat permanently sewn onto her head to cover up the damage. Violette is very conscious of this, and has since reinforced the stitching.

- The rest of Violette's body under her clothes (in her human form) is stitched in different shades of ‘flesh’— there wasn't enough of the same material to make her entire body, so scraps were used, just like her clothes.

- When she's not being conscious, Violette tends to display cat mannerisms. She purrs softly when she's content, hisses when she's angry or feeling threatened, and mews when she's embarrassed. She's not especially fond of fish though, and she's got nothing against dogs.

- Her hat has a really wide brim. It measures a foot long on each side, and half a foot in the front and back. It's usually tilted and floppy-looking at the sides =w/