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 Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 9:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 12:00 am
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(¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•´¸¸.•¨¯`• *♥ TOY ♥* Name: Alisa Cavallo, the name my first contractor gave me.
Toy type: Wooden Horse
Contractor: n // a
Age: 57 // 20
I should: I was given the duty to sully and give ambition and aspiration.
That means: I cannot take or give when a person is in an active state, they need to be disorientated or asleep, it is even easier to do my task when the person is passed out drunk (both disorientated and sleep). Though I can do my job with a simple kiss to the forehead, entering the dreams of someone is more effective and defiantly tastier. This being said if I enter someone’s dream my body falls into somewhat of a coma till I return so I prefer to do this in my toy form; a still toy seems to have a less panicked effect than a dead looking human body. The forehead kiss requires split second decision so I prefer to use it only if necessary. Even through made of wood my toy form can move freely, only solidifying when I am asleep or when I want it to. It is not really a power I was given but I have become accustomed to breaking into places since I need to be within a few meters of somebody to enter their dreams. I can run relatively fast to make quick get a ways if needed but I do not have much upper body strength. I struggle to do a single pull up, which can be quite a hindrance.
I eat: I eat aspirations, or rather the ones I take. Sucking up a child’s want to be a super hero and giving them the ambition to become an engineer or doctor instead? Or maybe take away that useless ambition of yours to be handsome and eating it? Hope to find your one true love? I eat it and help make the world a happy place by lowing, heightening and changing ambitions.
Personality: I admit, I am a little sadistic. Though even with saying this my personality has changed to be this way because of my old contractor and all. I was quite nice, simple minded and sweet when I first gained my full soul but thankfully my first and now dead contractor taught me that being such a way would just hinder my task; making things difficult and dull. If I were a normal human I believe I would be the type to have no real friends.
History: I am a hand crafted gift to a granddaughter, made in the late Victorian era. Played with for a few generations then treated as an heirloom or more I became a family treasure filled with love and affection. However in an outer state move some items where misplaced, I was one of those items. I ended up rotting in an op shop for little over a year before I was found an ‘born’. I started doing my assigned task, even though I thought it a little cruel I still had to eat. Soon I found a contractor in the form of the man running the op shop I had been rotting in. So I worked from the shop, being a toy decoration when not out or sleeping and watched this city turn from quaint to monstrously large. In my 57 years I have still not left this city but even with the death of the old man contractor three years ago, I just don’t feel the need to; plenty of ‘food’ here. In fact I still return to the little shop to sleep in my toy form, the little shop filthy and in disrepair after being abandoned in that dark little side street. It rights to the land probably got snatched up by some money hungry investor waiting for the plot to gain more value. Since a few years back when my contractor died I have been working for a ‘Temp’ agency in order to try and meet a new contractor, it would make my task quite a lot easier. The somewhat shady company pays cash after a job is done and does not care enough about its employees to check up on personal details, meaning fake details are common place. The job means that each time I get called in I could be acting anything from a one day secretary to a cleaning lady, the diversity sometimes even helps to find my next meal.
Looks toy: Standing 30cm at the back; a hand carved wooden horse. Pale aged wood that looks a little rough, un-sanded and has not been oiled in at least a few years. xxXXxx
Looks Human: I am 5’8” with pale skin, brown mid length hair and eyes the same colour. I tend to wear bright blouses and tops with jeans or a skirt accompanied by a set of flat boots. xxXXxx
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 8:55 am
~Name: Friday
Toy type: puppet/plastic doll
Contractor: none
Age: I'm actually 30 yrs old but I appear to be 18
I should: Be giving good dreams.
That means: I enter people's minds while they sleep and help them over stress,conflicts,problems their dealing with,or even see the world in a different perspective changing their lives as they awake.
I eat: All the negative I am trying to exit from ones mind while giving them good dreams.
Personality:I am closed off.But once you get to know me I open up into a fun lovng person that has a unique way of seeing things and can even be very random but funny.Also sarcastic.
History: I was made long ago by a British creator who's whole life revolved around his toys.Once he made me the shop only lasted a few months after and then was closed down and abandoned.I was one of the dolls left there to sit upon a shelf till someone came along and moved me.One day I suddenlly grew.About 5'5,much taller than my eleven inch doll size.I had a pulse and could move of my own free will.I was a human.I'm still unure of how I became this way.But ever since I usually stay in my human form.I like being human.Sometimes I even forget about my doll life.But deep down I know what I truley am.Realizing I have unatural abilities I keep to myself.My owner was kind and so am I.But he also didn't talk to anyone.His toys were his friends.I geuss I became like him in that way.But Iv'e taken jobs before.Once I worked at a clothing store for a while,but soon that shut down as well forcing me to get another.
I finnished home schooling about a couple weeks ago and I aquired a job at the local dinner.My resedence Iv'e been staying at is a small studio appartment.Just big enough for me.People is somthing I try not to get close to.I'm afriad I won't be accepted if they knew what I truley was.Iv'e studied them all these years.Yet their still strange to me.Though there are a few people I do talk to,it's only from being polite.People always staired at me all my "life" because of my odd hair.My lifespan as a human has only been three years now.Throughout those years Iv'e wondered if there was anyone else out there like me.Iv'e also taken up drawing and music for hobbies.My art has expanded and Iv'e even sold them for money in the past.It was the greatest achievment Iv'e made.
Looks toy:CLICK here
Looks Human: ~
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