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The Girl Who Escaped Reality's Dollhouse { Fabricant & Angel }

Name: Pearl
Alias (any other names?): The Crude One
Occupation(s): Doll; Killer
Abilities/Skills: Fangs/Nails, Psychologically-Savvy, Enhanced Strength, Reflexes, and Durability, Experienced Killer, Manipulation

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Overview: The third-made of Rachel's dolls and thus one of her owner's companions. She doesn't seem to hold resentment over being the last one made, if anything she seems to use that as a sign to be the youngest of the three - even though in 'reality' she is the unknown twin to Peri. Pearl doesn't seem to realize this herself, though she relishes any and every opportunity to protect and befriend Rachel. It's her one imperative in life.

Descriptive Physical Appearance: As a doll, Pearl has silvery blue hair, matching the color of her sister though her hair is a tad bit shorter and a shade darker with large cerulean eyes. Her attire is more 'punk rock' with ripped jeans and a darker shirt but with matching gold belt to Peri's.

In her human form she is quote pale but retaining the dyed blue hair color with metallic silver streaks. Her nails are sharpened with pink and blue nail polish. Typically she wears short sleeved black and navy shirts and leggings with holes above the knee with a pair of darkly pink heels.

Personality: Pearl comes as the opposite to her sister in many ways, most notably in her immature nature. Pearl has a tendency to have child-like tantrums or pouts in order to influence or encourage Rachel into doing fun things. With that immaturity comes a streak of meanness which comes off as a sadistic sort of glee; the activities Pearl wishes to do rarely involve harmless things for other people. When she doesn't get her way she has a tendency to react violently, and that holds true elsewhere. She isn't particularly cunning or strategic, preferring to fall back on aggressive acts and violence, adding to the tantrums she often has.

Despite her sadistic childish glee, Pearl is protective of Rachel and her fellows, almost dangerously so. Her loyalty to them cannot be broken. She welcomes anyone to try.

Weapon(s): Her sharp nails, or whatever they can get hands on.

The Girl Who Escaped Reality's Dollhouse { Fabricant & Angel }

It is a nice little touch, and it's certainly befitting of the character.

Also I'll have Pearl up tonight. Sorry for the delay but you know how life can get!

Monster Musume: Everyday life with Monsters.

@liferusher Don't. It's great. Break stuff if you want.

The Girl Who Escaped Reality's Dollhouse { Fabricant & Angel }

I had intended to get Pearl up as well but ahhhhhh life gets in the way sometimes! If she's not up before I go to bed I'll have her up in the morning before I leave for work.

The Girl Who Escaped Reality's Dollhouse { Fabricant & Angel }

Name: Rochelle Auclair
Alias (any other names?): Rachel
Occupation(s): Unemployed Presently; Formerly Waitress
Abilities/Skills: Vivid Imagination/Creativity, Craftsmanship, Artistic, Book Smart

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Overview: Even before the accident that changed her life, Rachel had difficulties making friends; most of her classmates didn't really want to hang out with the girl that still played with dolls into her pre-teen years. Even her father wondered, in so many words, when she would move onto other toys meant for 'girls her age'. But Rachel never saw a problem with it, and what was wrong with it anyway? Fortunately her mother was on her side, giving her dolls unique to Rachel - as they were homemade and thus irreplacable. Rachel cared for the dolls as if they were her best friends - which they were. After the car crash that claimed her mother and sister and left Rachel with more than just the physical scars of survival, it became harder for her to interact with other kids her age in the foster system. But she always had her dolls, the only thing left of her family, particularly her mother.

When Rachel was deemed fit to re-enter society after time with trauma specialists, she was older and still finding it difficult to connect with people. For a time she found paying work as a waitress but it wasn't meant to last. After a daytime nightmare resulted in broken plates and quite the scene, Rachel was let go and her therapist suggested she seek more help.

If nothing else, she always has her dolls. Even still.

Descriptive Physical Appearance: Rachel is rather thin thanks to her diet of never quite finishing the meals given to her; while not unhealthy in appearance she does have slightly sunken cheeks and a slender frame - it could be compared to one of the dolls she had in her youth but Rachel doesn't see that comparison. As far as she's concerned she's just simply lanky. Her hair is a light brown and somewhat stringy; there's little time for proper hair care when relegated to a life within an institution, but she makes do with what she can with her showers. Her hair has a tendency to stick to her forehead and its length extends to just past her neck. Rachel has sharp features, particularly her jawline, that show the maturity of her age along with the toll the trauma and her state of mind has had on her, with heavy eyelids and a default expression that sits somewhere between off kilter and serenity.

Personality: Rachel had always been somewhat soft spoken thanks to her lonely youth and that's only gotten more true as she's grown up. When talking with others, usually because she has to, it takes some convincing and egging on for her to open up beyond the simple words like "Yes" and "No" and "I don't know." Despite her seemingly limited vocabulary, Rachel is decently-read since there was little else to do in the foster homes. It's only when she was with her dolls that she ever seemed to truly carry on a conversation, such as when she would pretend to have little parties as a child.

Some have chalked up her timid nature as a side effect of the accident, but it's more in line with the fact that a lifetime of answering questions about memories she never wanted to focus on has left her more than a little cold. She certainly does wish to be 'cured', she nevertheless finds it hard to speak with professionals without coming off as callow.

Weapon(s): None, really.

Monster Musume: Everyday life with Monsters.

@Argetlam350 Ah, I meant her hair which was described as red in the bio. I must've forgot to put that, my bad, my bad

Monster Musume: Everyday life with Monsters.

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Yoki was too good at this, either that or Sara was just far too easily influenced; considering how limited her actual real experience was with this particular sort of relationship (though certainly not for lack of trying on her end) she might've been jumping into the deep end far too soon. But she was certainly capable of swimming right along even if it meant her face reddened more significantly as Yoki - the Goddess - announced to the three guests the exact nature of Sara's position within her own home.

It had been less than half a day and already Sara felt less like the home-owner of her own place.

To match her deeply blushed face her body heat had risen and there were subtle indications in her body language. Her legs were gently shaking and her lips were twitching. As she stood to allow the three into her home, she must've resembled a person barely able to contain their excitement with how she was fidgeting. She wasn't ready for others to know! What would they think of her? Would they be like so many others who looked at her like she was some sort of freak? Would they be like her Goddess? No...no surely no one could be like her; there was only one, after all. That was how these things worked. Hopefully...hopefully they would say nothing. And yet the thought of it was adding to her already strawberry complexion.

Yoki was quite good at that.

"M-M-Make yourself at home, Shau..." the reserved, soft spoken tone returned, though traces of the overly eager pet from before was seeping through, pawing at the door ready to reveal itself again. "I know it's probably small..."

Other than Shau, who seemed to be similar to Sara - in that they were both simple humans (though Sara believed Shau to be higher on the tree of cute than herself), there was a young, pale girl who must've been one of Shau's new residents. Sara couldn't immediately place just what Haru was but she didn't exactly mind either way. Then there was the largest of the bunch, that being the rather red arachne. Red was definitely the color of the day as far as Sara was concerned, which was perfectly fine with her.

"Ms. Light!" Sara found her voice, though it was still soft spoken in its urgency, "You can't just jump onto someone's back! She's our guest! She didn't sound angry. She wasn't sure if she COULD sound angry. She wasn't even sure that Light had heard her. Regardless she offered a bow to the arachne, her own lightly dyed hair clinging to her forehead. "I'm sorry, ma'am. If you need me to move some things around fo-" The regular paleness of her skin was in danger of returning as she spoke, but then her Goddess called her 'darling pet' and the blush and goofy grin returned in a flash.

"Mew!" Sara purred, actually mewled like a cat, in front of Shau, Haru, and the arachne in response to Goddess' words. The reserved speech and expression falling to the wayside in favor of the second part of her personality. It took the sound of ceramic breaking to snap her back from the world of her dreams.

"Ah! Miss Haru-" Sara bounded her way towards the zombie, her steps brisk but with purpose. "Please don't touch it, you might cut yourself. Do...do you need a chair? I...I'll pick this up..." She was feeling dizzy. Things needing her attention in order to be a good hostess, and now she was neglecting her duties to her Goddess.

"Miss Shau, my your demis are...lively."

Today was definitely not ordinary.

_{@Archmage MC@KawaiiKyouko@ineffable@Argetlam350@liferusher}

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

Gloria by Laura Branigan
Crescendolls by Daft Punk
Feedback by School Food Punishment
FAP: The Song by Fine Game Bitches
Double Dutch Bus by Frankie Smith
Shake That by Eminem ft. Nate Dogg
All the Bright Things by Lunic
I Fink U Freeky by Die Antwoord
Superfly by Curtis Mayfield
Ice Ice by Hyuna ft. Yuk Ji-dam

The Girl Who Escaped Reality's Dollhouse { Fabricant & Angel }

I'll get to work on filling out that sheet.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

You got any of that wildfire.