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++Introduction++ ....

++Information++

NAME:|: Chetare Lemeau Dubois (shuh-TAR le-MEW doo-BWAH)
ALIAS:|: Chey
AGE:|: Unknown
GENDER:|: Female
HEIGHT:|:5'11
WEIGHT:|: unknown
COLOR:|: Red
SPECIES:|: Wocky
CLASS:|: Mystic
RACE:|: Unknown
OCCUPATION:|: Unknown
FUR COLOR:|: Red and black
FAMILY: None
FRIENDS:|: None
LOVE:|: None
OFFSPRING:|: None

++Vitals++

LIKES

+ Solitude
+ Flowers
+ Nonvolence
+ Piano music
+ Water (upon contrary belief)

DISLIKES

- Crowds
- Being pestered to 'say something
- Murderers and blood
- Temptation
- Overall impurities

++History++

Life started as a doll. A life-sized mannequin of a feline woman. Her dress attire, consistant of an 18th century housewife, prim and proper, yet ready for the day's mundane tasks. Curly silver strands of thin plastic gently sloped down from her porcelain scalp, double-looped green bands gently knotting two bunches of 'hair' together.
A man, short in stature (he dwarfed even the 5'11 mannequin) lurked around. He was the mastermind of this life-sized porcelain figure. There were many more like her, all he deemed 'rejects'. They lined up against the brick wall, different positions assumed by each one. Only the one he eyed, the mannequin girl, was left standing upright. Like an intimate husband, his fingers intertwined into her stiff hands, nothing but a chilled sting shocked through his palms.
You are the only girl I'll ever love..., he whispered, his cheek rested against her solid chest for only a brief second,m finally backing away.
I wish you were only alive...
With that last statement, her forearm was lifted, the squeak of her doll joint rang like a slamming door in such a silent room. Soft lips felt the cold sting of her forehand, though he cared not. That was his cue for a leave.

The door was locked from the inside. The lights were out, only the rapid flashes of the passing-by cars illuminated the room, though only for a brief second.

I wish you were only alive...

Porcelain fingers began to twitch lightly. Echoed phrases cued more twitching. Doll joints began to loosen, enabling efficient mobility. Ears, no longer stiff, twitched. Almost immediately, she fell onto her hands and knees. So used to the stiffness, this new mobility overwhelmed her. (more soon P: )

++Friends/Family++

.... Friends and kin, she has none.

++Enemies/Rivals++

... What the upstairs area said.

++Customs/Fanarts of Moi++

++Please Come Back++

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