Fantasy Lost in Words - Characters

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Name:
Age: [Doll society is about three hundred years old, so your character should be no older than that.]
Height: [No taller than around 30 centimeters.]
History: [The standard. If you have any questions about anything that might be relevant to this such as lore, or you want to work something related to your character into the plot, just message me.]
Physical Description: [Rather than just an appearance section, this should be used to note anything physically notable or unique about your character. Things like old wounds or quirks in their construction that might be relevant in some way or another. Also use this as a regular appearance section if you don't have an image.]
Belongings: [Think stuff that your character would bring with them on a journey out of Alexandria.]
Skills:

 

[simj26]

Name:
Mina

Age:
93

Height:
17 cm

History:
A plush who wanders within and around the outskirts of Alexandria, a doctor’s bag in hand, silent and dedicated to her duty as a caregiver to wounded dolls. She fulfils the stereotype of plushes, being a hermit of sorts, preferring solitude, yet she enjoys her work as a healer, to a point where she doesn't bother accepting Signatures from her patients.

Born from the Great Chute like all other dolls, Mina found her name in a book stripped from its title, possibly as use for currency before that was outlawed entirely. Not knowing exactly what else to do past that, the doll wandered the expanses of the Library. Of course, the newborn doll, unlearned of the ways of the Library, was soon beset by Mites. Her first reaction was curiosity, attempting to close in on one of the Mites to have a closer look at it. When it slashed at her leg with one of its pincers however, she realised that it was not an easy research material, and began to scramble away from the creature. She was found by a group of Scholars, who had been returning from an expedition, and they made swift work of the encroaching Mites. Her leg was subsequently tended to by one of the Scholars, her filling restored and patched up neatly. Though she still limps on that foot from that day, it was comparably better than not being able to walk again.

Noting the doll’s quick and deft handiwork, Mina sought to learn from him, and tailed after the Scholar, learning all she could from him. He called himself Harker, and fancied himself a ‘doctor’ of sorts to the Scholars and the other dolls. Learned in the ways of restoring dolls to serviceable conditions, he drew the curiosity of Mina. She picked up quickly from Harker, and, soon enough, could just barely match his ability.

Harker left one day with an expedition of Scholars, leaving Mina to fend for herself. Though she waited for the other doll to return, he never did. Years passed, and she grew weary of waiting. She took her belongings, packed them into a doctor’s bag that Harker had made for her, and began to wander, bringing her services to outside the walls of Alexandria, helping any doll who came by, wounded from an unfortunate accident or by Mites. Her stranger behaviour as a medical expert of sorts has earned her a bit of name, and though she never really accepts payment, she seems to accept favours, such as replenishing her doctor’s supplies.


Physical Description:
A humanoid plush whose main inspirations seem to be from the multiple fields, possessing the traits of a nurse and a doctor, such as her doctor’s coat and her nurse’s headpiece, ears, which resemble bandages, that of a dog’s, and sporting white bandages across her body.

She lacks any mode of speech, due to the X covering her mouth. She seems to be still capable of making some muffled sounds from under her bandages, but otherwise resorts to hand gestures or body language to get her message through.

Most of her bandages are, of course, cosmetic, but she sports a scar on her left leg, and she noticeably limps with it. The work of her first encounter of a Mite, clearly.

Belongings:
Rolls of thread
Twine
Wooden sewing needle
Glue

Skills:
Repair/Healing: Mina is rather learned in the art of fixing up other dolls, from sewing up plushes like herself to putting mannequins back together. She is also capable of fixing up clothing and the like. Though her bedside manner is lacking, her skills as a doctor amongst the dolls is incomparable.​

 

[Foogels]

Appearance:

• General
• History

• Name: Arthur King
  Age: 138
  Height: 28 Centimeters
  Physical Description: He has "キング"(King) Marked on the inside of his left arm. Ignore the writing on his clothes, it's not there.
  Belongings: Blue painted sword with red dyed wood for handle. Ripped red cloth that he wrapped around himself. A small brown bag wrapped around his waist also used as a bet of sorts.
  Skills: Hyper Drift: Arthur uses a unique fighting style where he quickly dashes into positions in a rather unbalanced way. He rushes the enemy and does his best to leave no time to defend as he runs literal circles around them and swings.
  
• When Arthur was summoned to the library he was confused. He didn't know what to do, it felt like everything was a mystery to him. He asked other people how they felt when they were brought here, and everyone told him that they felt like he did, but it didn't help him. Arthur tried doing mundane things, like sitting around the bar and watching sports. The only thing that sparked his interest was when Scholars came into the bar and told there story's. Arthur being at a loss for life decided that going out to adventure would be better then sitting and doing nothing, even if he died, so he left. Arthur walked in one direction until he came across what seemed to be a sword sticking out of... something? It was a weird blob with a ton of what must have been legs, and it was leaking... Bug Booze? How weird. Arthur grabbed the handle of the weird sword and tugged, ripping it out of the corpse. He lifted it, and as it swung through the air he felt a rush go down his spine. He swung the sword in front of him and moved his feet in an almost dance sort of way. Arthur smiled and looked at the sword. This was it, he needed to learn how to use this. Arthur traveled back to town, and made his way to the closest book store, scavenging for anything including the sword. He read multiple books with "sword" in the in title, until he stumbled upon "The Sword in the Stone". At this point everyone was calling him boy, or you. But after reading this story, he knew that he was meant to be called Arthur. After this Arthur quickly became an aspiring Scholar, but he knew that it was dangerous out of town, so he spent every day practicing with his sword. He developed his own fighting style and gained confidence in himself to go out. That's where we are now.

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Professor James
A dignified Doll clad head to toe in a flamboyant, expensive-looking garb. A distinguished Translator and your benefactor, Professor James, a name which he insists he be called in full, is one of the few members of his order that spends more time out of Alexandria than in it. He's quite well known amongst Scholars for his frequent requests for escort, and his insistence on overpayment.

While certainly an eccentric fellow, his accomplishments as a Scholar as well as his frequent involvement in both the communities of Alexandria and Barrier City have kept his reputation in good health, and his frequent generosity definitely helps too. There are some who like to second guess his motivations and supposed good-will, but they can likely be dismissed as nothing more the conspiracy theorists with nothing better to do.

 

[Life.]

Delaphine​

The Hard Scholar​

Age: 143

Height: 24 cm.

History: From the beginning Delaphine knew she would work to become a Scholar and in the end she ended up becoming a Scholar with a fair standing. But to start out in the world of Library, Delaphine needed to make a name for herself. So she decided to dabble into a few things like woodcutting, building, order enforcement, etc. Despite trying out in all that she didn't find her calling until she came across pest control. Literally she needed to control the mites at the border of the Barrier. It was a difficult job but it brought excitement to Delaphine's life. She was able to try out various tools that the organization had. Some were even donated from Scholars. One of those donations happened to be Delaphine's now treasured bamboo crochet hook. It became even more special when she learned that a Scholar had found it. The admiration and happiness she felt knowing a Scholar had done something for her was the reason she sought to become one.
So Delaphine worked even harder to establish herself within the pest control organization. Eventually she reached the point where she was accompanying Scholars or Translators who hired bodyguards. But there weren't many who actually trekked deep into the unknown. Rather they were somewhat pompous Scholars who simply didn't want to deal with mites themselves. This irritated Delaphine a bit but she worked through this phase of her work until she was able to make a name for herself that was enough for her to have a chance to show that she can be a Scholar.
With skills learned from her time at the organization. Delaphine dived into her Scholar career. 80 years later and she now stands as a fairly known Scholar.

Physical Description: Built with tough material, Delaphine has a porcelain body. While this can be a good thing, it can also be a bad one when it concerns breaking. Compared to plush or wood, a lot more work will need to be put into fixing up Delaphine if she were ever to break. As for her physical appearance, Delaphine reflects a feminine form with a distinct hourglass figure and thinner limbs. She wears a simple uniform of a white-colored, button shirt underneath a black, short-sleeved blazer, black shorts, black dress shoes with long, white thigh-high stockings, and sometimes she will wear long, white gloves.

Belongings:

• Bamboo Crochet Hook
• Small bag of buttons
• A small roll of fishing line
• A small piece of a sponge that serves as her shield or pillow

Skills:

• Knotting: Dela has thin enough fingers to create intricate and strong knots. But it isn't only about the number of knots rather the different kinds that Dela has learned over the years to make.
• Combat: With her crochet hook, Dela has learned some form to fight with it. She can definitely inflict some damage onto mites with enough confidence but she cannot kill one with the supplies she has.

 

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Wilford Winds​

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Age: 89
Height: 30-ish centimeters.​

"No no no! It's Winds, as-in, you know, the wind! A breeze! Not Winds as in winding a clock or anything, why would you even think that?"
-- Wilford, justifying a name that he thought would go over far better early on.

Spoiler: History

Once upon a time, in the depths of the library, a very peculiar doll fell from the heights of the Great Chute. A foot tall, nearly, and spindly indeed, gaunt form accented by the well-fitting clothes of a performer that adorned his otherwise sparse frame.

Yet, his strangest feature of all, and one which he has yet to find adorns any other doll, was the odd key winder protruding from his back.

And when this winder was turned, the freshly-minted fellow found that he was able to tinkle out a tune most wonderful and inspiring; indeed, it was the very first sound of comfort he ever heard within the depths of the library, and found himself besieged with the burning desire to display such a miraculous talent to others.

His naivete likely would have resulted in the swift end to such a career, had the first other fellow he came across, an elderly, decomposing doll of many years, told him of all those who would sooner see his mechanical innards taken and re-purposed as weaponry for fighting the Mites, beasts most horrid that stowed away in the darkest corners and tunnels of the twisting library.

And so, the poor fellow found himself in a spot of deep dismay; the only thing in this world that comforted him was, it seemed, to be forever silenced, lest the only sane people around him rip him apart for the sake of their own survival. What sort of horrid world to be born into was this?

He pulled his key carefully from his back, keeping it wrapped at his side at all times as he crept through the creaking alleys of Alexandria, devoid of skills and purpose. In secret and silence, where no one else could hear, he slowly perfected his craft, discovering that the musical cylinder in here was a complex creature indeed, capable of rearranging itself to play all sorts of plinks. And yet, all the while, the inability to play for others weighed heavily upon his mind.

Yet, unable to distance himself from music entirely, the young fellow found himself a job bussing for and cleaning up after the guests of a local music hall, interspersed with brief segments of assisting with acts, or, with exceeding rarity, composing music for some of the performers. It was over the course of this reasonable existence that he fell in love with a marionette performer known as Madeline, a backup dancer for the hall's premiere porcelain beauty.

Over the course of a long set of interpersonal trials and tribulations, the two have managed to settle in as a young and happy couple, taking on the rare lifestyle of love despite some of the odd looks they receive from the rest of society.

Which, of course, made it all the more painful and puzzling when Wilford received a most unusual call.

Seeing as none but Madeline know of Wilford's more peculiar talent--at least to the young fellow's knowledge--he cannot possibly imagine what could result in him receiving the call. Yet, even so, in hopes that he can find some reason why he is who he is--and, indeed, why the world is what it is--Wilford has left his loving wife behind for the sake of setting his feet outside of Alexandria, all while promising to find some way, any way, to send letters home.

Spoiler: Belongings and Skills

Belongings:

-- Scrolls, parchment, pens, ink, charcoal.
-- His key winder.



Skills:

Wilford's most notable skill is his ability to wind up his internals and play just about any melody he wants by using the adjustable cylinder within him. As a result, he has a high degree of musical affinity, capable of arranging, playing, and singing all sorts of songs. However, Wilford keeps this particular talent close to his chest, as he is deathly afraid that should anyone find out, they'd cut him open for the sake of turning his metallic innards into weaponry. After all, he might as well be a walking goldmine. Even so, the longer he goes without winding himself up and singing a tune, the more desperate he gets to do so. It's like having an itch that you're actively attempting to avoid scratching.

Other than that, however, Wilford is rather ordinary; he has no real skills in combat, repair, navigation, or anything else that one might consider to be helpful over the course of a journey. He is, however, remarkably sociable, has a distinct flair for the dramatic as a result of working in a music hall, and has a surprising amount of social grace despite his lowly station as a busboy.

 

[Spottedmask]

Name:
Eli
Age:
130
Height:
20 centimeters
History:
Eli very quickly came to hate the very noisy and overwhelming city's that everyone is so keen about. And thus has spent most of his long life outside and away from all the bustling noises. If Of course being outside the cities most of the time made it necessary to learn how to fight and live outside the safety of the walls.
Usually travelling alone or in small groups of maybe 3 or 5 you could usually only find him wandering or in the small towns that appear and disappear from time to time.
Physical Description:
Doesn't have any eyes. Also the magic that is meant to make him see doesn't work at all. Instead of this it seemed to have increased all of his other sense tenfold. He can feel slight movements in the ground like a snake and can hear things like sonar. For that matter he has stuck and secured a very slight sliver of wood into his left heal that is has a curvature bend like a rapture claw. He can basically bend his foot back a little to back it hit the ground and send a small wave off of it and make it bounce of objects that reverberate back towards him like sonar.
Belongings:
Porcelain needle (Spear/Javelin) with bookbinding stringish material tied to the needle that is wrapped around his hand encase he drops it or feels the need to throw it. He carry's a small bag with wooden flakes that are made into small balls that he can throw and use to see over a further distance. He also wears a backpack for other things he finds.
Skills:
Exploration/Navigation. The sound waves that bounce off of things can sometimes come back differently. Most of the time this would only help him navigate but sometimes it will tell him if things are hollow or not which can come in handy. As well as having spent most of his life outside the safety of the walled off city's he knows a good portion of the mapped area outside the walls. (Not that he can read a map) but the map is in his head. He knows his way around the place very well if you can figure out a way to get him to know where you wanna go.
Combat. While at first this was actually a challenge for him he has developed a certain way of combat that works for his needs. Being able to pick up on sneaky things or things that are around corners before they know he is there comes in handy when navigating the vast Library.