*the following was all written by Yalarof@dA*
Name: Deathdoll (her real name is Julia Basmawner)
Age: 14
Species: Human
Bio: “Oh fuck off. I’m not gonna just tell you my goddamn story like that.”
Personality: her personality is very much like a loose canon, but very pouty and rude, always making mean remarks to people
Background: Deathdoll was a very...“Sadistic” child. She grew up (well at least for the first 8 years of her life) with a pretty poor family, well; they were a pretty normal family. A husband and wife that loved each other very much, and two daughters: One little 4 year old and a 13 year old. They were the perfect little group of people living together, making just enough to support each other. That is, until…. A nearby forest spread to their small-ish 2 story house and almost burned it all down. The family survived, but the youngest daughter was left very peculiar looking. The fire burned her face and actually burned off some of her skin. She was also left with many scars on her face, including two scars and the ends of her mouth going upward, and a missing left eye. The young girl however had a fascination for sewing so what she did was stitch a “x” over her missing eye. Time went on and the house was to some extent restored, Deathdoll now being around 6 years old spent a lot of time alone in isolation. She absolutely hated being ridiculed for her hideous face, and her not so better looking mask she had made to hide her scars, burns, and missing eye. She used this time to think, she thought about sewing and her parents and sister whom she loved very much, the way whenever she stepped foot out the house how people would just make fun of her. She thought about how they would feel if the same happened to them… maybe worse. This got her thinking about revenge, a sort of revenge that they wouldn’t be able to get back at her for. She stared at her sewing supplies, smirked, then got an idea… but she needed someone to test this idea on, and the people she used, she would blame for ever ruining her life.
She snapped.
The once innocent but messed up girl took a needle, walked up to her sewing supplies, and carved various things on her face and neck while looking in a mirror. Laughing constantly like a madman while doing so, for it reminded her of a certain story she used to read to herself at night. When she finished she established her plan for her little “test monkeys”, all while having a very disturbing look on her face.
That night, when everyone was fast asleep, Deathdoll snuck into her parents room, a large kitchen knife in hand, and ever so carefully slit their throats deeply and quickly, fast enough that there wasn’t even any sound heard from the two. When she confirmed they were dead, Deathdoll proceeded to cut their chests open and pull some of the smaller organs out, including the non-beating hearts of the two. She then took these organs back up to her room where she then spent the night sewing these cute- yet creepy looking- plushies, resembling what her parents looked like the night of their death (the same night she made the plushies), using the organs she picked out as stuffing/insides for the plushies. The next morning when Deathdoll’s older sister saw her dead-cut-open parents and Deathdoll sleeping happily with the plushies in her arms, she knew that her younger sister had done this, and let’s just say: her older sister did not handle this calmly. She packed up her bags, disowned Deathdoll, and left Deathdoll to starve in the house, alone.
Years passed, and as Deathdoll grew older, she became more isolated, getting her revenge more and more often, but when she ran out of the childhood bullies to get revenge on, she decided to make a little plush of anyone who crossed her path.
Until one day. Deathdoll was 9 years old and she was sewing a plush for someone she killed earlier that day, as usual. When she heard someone walk in the door. Confused and also afraid it might be someone stronger than her, she hid under a blanket and waited for said person to go away. But that was the opposite of what this person did. They simply found where Deathdoll was and giggled, making the blanket float up into the air and revealing where Deathdoll was “hiding”. Deathdoll simply stared at the blanket, then back at the girl, then at the blanket, then back at the girl in disbelief.
“…who are you?”
The next few hours the girl proceeded to tell Deathdoll about how she heard a lot of noise from an abandoned looking house, but they also discussed about each other, seeing as they were quite eager to know about one another. And during those few house, a big question was brought up.
“You know, you’re in this house all alone… with no one to take care of you… maybe you would me to be your big sister to fill the slot of your real sister? Seeing as she isn’t here anymore. Oh! And you can call me Tentai!”
Notes:
she only takes her mask off around people she REEAAALLY trusts
Deathdoll is very good in battle, mainly using a knife as a weapon, but she’ll use other things in necessary
Despite her age; Deathdoll tends to curse a lot
The original art at the top is by Reminel@dA
Name: Deathdoll (her real name is Julia Basmawner)
Age: 14
Species: Human
Bio: “Oh fuck off. I’m not gonna just tell you my goddamn story like that.”
Personality: her personality is very much like a loose canon, but very pouty and rude, always making mean remarks to people
Background: Deathdoll was a very...“Sadistic” child. She grew up (well at least for the first 8 years of her life) with a pretty poor family, well; they were a pretty normal family. A husband and wife that loved each other very much, and two daughters: One little 4 year old and a 13 year old. They were the perfect little group of people living together, making just enough to support each other. That is, until…. A nearby forest spread to their small-ish 2 story house and almost burned it all down. The family survived, but the youngest daughter was left very peculiar looking. The fire burned her face and actually burned off some of her skin. She was also left with many scars on her face, including two scars and the ends of her mouth going upward, and a missing left eye. The young girl however had a fascination for sewing so what she did was stitch a “x” over her missing eye. Time went on and the house was to some extent restored, Deathdoll now being around 6 years old spent a lot of time alone in isolation. She absolutely hated being ridiculed for her hideous face, and her not so better looking mask she had made to hide her scars, burns, and missing eye. She used this time to think, she thought about sewing and her parents and sister whom she loved very much, the way whenever she stepped foot out the house how people would just make fun of her. She thought about how they would feel if the same happened to them… maybe worse. This got her thinking about revenge, a sort of revenge that they wouldn’t be able to get back at her for. She stared at her sewing supplies, smirked, then got an idea… but she needed someone to test this idea on, and the people she used, she would blame for ever ruining her life.
She snapped.
The once innocent but messed up girl took a needle, walked up to her sewing supplies, and carved various things on her face and neck while looking in a mirror. Laughing constantly like a madman while doing so, for it reminded her of a certain story she used to read to herself at night. When she finished she established her plan for her little “test monkeys”, all while having a very disturbing look on her face.
That night, when everyone was fast asleep, Deathdoll snuck into her parents room, a large kitchen knife in hand, and ever so carefully slit their throats deeply and quickly, fast enough that there wasn’t even any sound heard from the two. When she confirmed they were dead, Deathdoll proceeded to cut their chests open and pull some of the smaller organs out, including the non-beating hearts of the two. She then took these organs back up to her room where she then spent the night sewing these cute- yet creepy looking- plushies, resembling what her parents looked like the night of their death (the same night she made the plushies), using the organs she picked out as stuffing/insides for the plushies. The next morning when Deathdoll’s older sister saw her dead-cut-open parents and Deathdoll sleeping happily with the plushies in her arms, she knew that her younger sister had done this, and let’s just say: her older sister did not handle this calmly. She packed up her bags, disowned Deathdoll, and left Deathdoll to starve in the house, alone.
Years passed, and as Deathdoll grew older, she became more isolated, getting her revenge more and more often, but when she ran out of the childhood bullies to get revenge on, she decided to make a little plush of anyone who crossed her path.
Until one day. Deathdoll was 9 years old and she was sewing a plush for someone she killed earlier that day, as usual. When she heard someone walk in the door. Confused and also afraid it might be someone stronger than her, she hid under a blanket and waited for said person to go away. But that was the opposite of what this person did. They simply found where Deathdoll was and giggled, making the blanket float up into the air and revealing where Deathdoll was “hiding”. Deathdoll simply stared at the blanket, then back at the girl, then at the blanket, then back at the girl in disbelief.
“…who are you?”
The next few hours the girl proceeded to tell Deathdoll about how she heard a lot of noise from an abandoned looking house, but they also discussed about each other, seeing as they were quite eager to know about one another. And during those few house, a big question was brought up.
“You know, you’re in this house all alone… with no one to take care of you… maybe you would me to be your big sister to fill the slot of your real sister? Seeing as she isn’t here anymore. Oh! And you can call me Tentai!”
Notes:
she only takes her mask off around people she REEAAALLY trusts
Deathdoll is very good in battle, mainly using a knife as a weapon, but she’ll use other things in necessary
Despite her age; Deathdoll tends to curse a lot
The original art at the top is by Reminel@dA