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**Edited with app again, a-yup
**Terryl is loyal, a-yup Because it would be too much effort for him otherwise.
**Redrawn! Rosalind insisted he wore a white shirt this time round, "to differentiate between the rebels", in her words. She just did it to get a good laugh though. I figured it was also a good time to revamp and update his look; his hair grew longer, so he's wearing it differently. Somehow, cel shading is just so foreign to do now @_@.

Old app: [link]

◊ Name: Terryl Lote
◊ Age: 19
◊ Gender: Male
◊ Height: 169cm // Around 5'6'' - 5'7''
◊ Job: Craftsman
◊ Species: Living Keychain

◊ Weapon (if any): A black needle and red string (attached to his belt usually).

◊ Abilities(if any): He can change the size of the needle and string, and uses this to defend himself and others against threats.

◊ Personality: He is quite aloof and mild, and hardly ever gets angry or flustered. He usually does not speak unless spoken to, and when he does Terryl is strangely matter-of-fact. He seems to be enjoying talking to people lately.

He enjoys doing embroidery and sewing in his spare time, and during this likes to 'people watch'.
Terryl may seem cold, but he is more than happy to talk to someone who initiates conversation (although you couldn't tell from his expression).

Terryl is also slightly naive, almost childlike, and is still learning about the complexity of human interactions. He also takes many things that are said to him literally.

Terryl is very a bit absent-minded so he has a habit of spacing out, and stares blankly. It is a bit unnerving if he happens to be looking at you when he does.

◊ Bio: Originally stitched up with leftover pieces of felt, Terryl was a keychain-sized ragdoll created by a lonely girl named Vella Lote. Many years later and still in good condition, the red string connecting him to his creator's bag snapped, and he was unfortunately dropped while the two were visiting a carnival.
He was picked up by an old lady who went by the name of Gillian Reshawn, and happened to practise black magic. She is a witch who ran a fortune teller booth at the local carnival after following her arch-nemesis.
Said nemesis, Lenore, had created a living doll called Rosalind, and Gillian, not wanting to be left behind, promptly created her own spell and gave the little ragdoll a humanoid form. However, this was not enough for Gillian, as any plans to upstage the younger witch had ended in embarrassment. Remembering how Lenore constantly shamed her in the past, Gillian's rage grew, and thus began researching for a way to contain large amounts of black magic within Terryl's body.
After a couple of months, Gillian decided she had prepared well enough and began her ritual to summon the black magic. Lenore, noticing the strange atmosphere and amount of energy floating about, stormed into Gillian's tent and demanded her to stop. Gillian cackles and tells her it's far too late and releases the energy towards Terryl. Unfortunately, the power is too much for her to control and creates a blinding light that envelopes all. When the light dims, Terryl finds that he and Rosalind are the only sentient beings left in the area, due to the fact that they were both artificially created.
Being granted the freedom that she always wanted, Rosalind is overjoyed, however does not know what to do with herself. With a bit of insistence from her and having no attachment to the witch, the two close the carnival so as to not raise suspicion, decide to try find a place for themselves in the world, and thus come across the Toy Store.

◊ Likes:
-Embroidery
-Contrary to his colour scheme, sour foods.

◊ Dislikes:
-Spicy foods
-Foods made from sugar (e.g fairy floss)

◊ Additional Information:
-Because of his looks, he is often mistaken for a girl or a zombie (especially the latter). He doesn't seem to mind it though.

-The stitches on his mouth make it hard for him to express many emotions, and he has long gotten used to people misinterpreting him because of it. On the rare occasion he smiles, many are taken back by the sheer strangeness of the shape of his mouth.

-His weapon was obtained through a ritual in which the conjurer would create a replica of something that was important to the vessel, and the most important thing to Terryl was the black needle Vella used to sew him up all those years ago.

-Terryl carries around a little mirror (attached to his belt) in case one of his stitches loosen.

**Rosalind and Lenore belong to

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Description

**Edited with app again, a-yup
**Terryl is loyal, a-yup Because it would be too much effort for him otherwise.
**Redrawn! Rosalind insisted he wore a white shirt this time round, "to differentiate between the rebels", in her words. She just did it to get a good laugh though. I figured it was also a good time to revamp and update his look; his hair grew longer, so he's wearing it differently. Somehow, cel shading is just so foreign to do now @_@.

Old app: [link]

◊ Name: Terryl Lote
◊ Age: 19
◊ Gender: Male
◊ Height: 169cm // Around 5'6'' - 5'7''
◊ Job: Craftsman
◊ Species: Living Keychain

◊ Weapon (if any): A black needle and red string (attached to his belt usually).

◊ Abilities(if any): He can change the size of the needle and string, and uses this to defend himself and others against threats.

◊ Personality: He is quite aloof and mild, and hardly ever gets angry or flustered. He usually does not speak unless spoken to, and when he does Terryl is strangely matter-of-fact. He seems to be enjoying talking to people lately.

He enjoys doing embroidery and sewing in his spare time, and during this likes to 'people watch'.
Terryl may seem cold, but he is more than happy to talk to someone who initiates conversation (although you couldn't tell from his expression).

Terryl is also slightly naive, almost childlike, and is still learning about the complexity of human interactions. He also takes many things that are said to him literally.

Terryl is very a bit absent-minded so he has a habit of spacing out, and stares blankly. It is a bit unnerving if he happens to be looking at you when he does.

◊ Bio: Originally stitched up with leftover pieces of felt, Terryl was a keychain-sized ragdoll created by a lonely girl named Vella Lote. Many years later and still in good condition, the red string connecting him to his creator's bag snapped, and he was unfortunately dropped while the two were visiting a carnival.
He was picked up by an old lady who went by the name of Gillian Reshawn, and happened to practise black magic. She is a witch who ran a fortune teller booth at the local carnival after following her arch-nemesis.
Said nemesis, Lenore, had created a living doll called Rosalind, and Gillian, not wanting to be left behind, promptly created her own spell and gave the little ragdoll a humanoid form. However, this was not enough for Gillian, as any plans to upstage the younger witch had ended in embarrassment. Remembering how Lenore constantly shamed her in the past, Gillian's rage grew, and thus began researching for a way to contain large amounts of black magic within Terryl's body.
After a couple of months, Gillian decided she had prepared well enough and began her ritual to summon the black magic. Lenore, noticing the strange atmosphere and amount of energy floating about, stormed into Gillian's tent and demanded her to stop. Gillian cackles and tells her it's far too late and releases the energy towards Terryl. Unfortunately, the power is too much for her to control and creates a blinding light that envelopes all. When the light dims, Terryl finds that he and Rosalind are the only sentient beings left in the area, due to the fact that they were both artificially created.
Being granted the freedom that she always wanted, Rosalind is overjoyed, however does not know what to do with herself. With a bit of insistence from her and having no attachment to the witch, the two close the carnival so as to not raise suspicion, decide to try find a place for themselves in the world, and thus come across the Toy Store.

◊ Likes:
-Embroidery
-Contrary to his colour scheme, sour foods.

◊ Dislikes:
-Spicy foods
-Foods made from sugar (e.g fairy floss)

◊ Additional Information:
-Because of his looks, he is often mistaken for a girl or a zombie (especially the latter). He doesn't seem to mind it though.

-The stitches on his mouth make it hard for him to express many emotions, and he has long gotten used to people misinterpreting him because of it. On the rare occasion he smiles, many are taken back by the sheer strangeness of the shape of his mouth.

-His weapon was obtained through a ritual in which the conjurer would create a replica of something that was important to the vessel, and the most important thing to Terryl was the black needle Vella used to sew him up all those years ago.

-Terryl carries around a little mirror (attached to his belt) in case one of his stitches loosen.

**Rosalind and Lenore belong to

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If you seriously read through all of this, kudos to you. Please, have an internet cookie as a token of my appreciation.