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Description
here, reposting on Violette's plz account =w=

? 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

? Job: Assembler

? Species: Living Toy (Ragdoll)

? Weapon: Fingers that become a durable, black, metal-like 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.

? 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.

Feral form: once Violette senses danger, the whites of her eyes turn black and cracked at the edges, an 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. In feral mode, Violette's bell is completely silent.

? Personality:
- Usually looks serious and reserved, but is actually quite a goofball
- Would do anything to break tense atmospheres (usually resorting to making a fool of herself), or retreat from them altogether. 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.
- Not a very calm person. Has a habit of joking even in frightening, serious, and other rather inappropriate situations to hide this.
- Very guarded. If you get her to actually open up about herself 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. Any 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 make up stories about her little doll being a good witch, talking to her and telling 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
- violet items (goes without saying)
- string, yarn, thread, etc. (cat demon preference residue. 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)

? Dislikes:
- people touching her bell or her hat. Do not touch. Don't. 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.

Description
here, reposting on Violette's plz account =w=

? 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

? Job: Assembler

? Species: Living Toy (Ragdoll)

? Weapon: Fingers that become a durable, black, metal-like 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.

? 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.

Feral form: once Violette senses danger, the whites of her eyes turn black and cracked at the edges, an 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. In feral mode, Violette's bell is completely silent.

? Personality:
- Usually looks serious and reserved, but is actually quite a goofball
- Would do anything to break tense atmospheres (usually resorting to making a fool of herself), or retreat from them altogether. 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.
- Not a very calm person. Has a habit of joking even in frightening, serious, and other rather inappropriate situations to hide this.
- Very guarded. If you get her to actually open up about herself 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. Any 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 make up stories about her little doll being a good witch, talking to her and telling 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
- violet items (goes without saying)
- string, yarn, thread, etc. (cat demon preference residue. 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)

? Dislikes:
- people touching her bell or her hat. Do not touch. Don't. 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.