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Originally Posted by Monsieur Hatter

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~ And I give you... ~
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❥Name ▶ ▷"Fredrick Alain Cheshire", but is only known by his alias; "Jack 'Jazz' LeBeau"◀ ◁

❥Age ▶ ▷Looks to be in twenties, actual age is one-hundred and sixty-six.◀ ◁

❥Sex and Gender ▶ ▷A gentleman and male◀ ◁

❥Sexuality ▶ ▷Pansexual, he only really cares for women, but if a man is beautiful he tends to ignore their gender◀ ◁

❥Race ▶ ▷Immortal, but only from time and age◀ ◁

❥Class ▶ ▷A necromancing bard◀ ◁

❥Physical Description ▶ ▷A tall man of six feet. Body build is lean and skinny, a little on the lanky side. Hair is a mix of dull tones; white to blond, blond to a copper, copper to a gray. Skin is very light, a deathly pale. Eyes are black and white, the colors switched in placed of what normal eyes are to be. His face is adored with markings; three dots under his left eye. The other eye covered with an eye patch. Mouth is marked with lines, making a illusion of a skeleton's grin.

Clothing is of bright, loud colors. Fun patterns such as stripes, dots and such are used. Style is of old Victorian gentlemen with colors of a circus. ◀ ◁

❥Background ▶ ▷Fredrick is an odd man, at a young age he sold his being and soul to a demon. Doing so for he wanted to live forever and do as what ever he wished.

Being born in eight-teen hundreds (eight-teen forty-five to be exact), Fredrick was a young lad of the Victorian era. Which is where his speech, dressing, and manners come from.

Coming from a poor family that only consisted of his mother and himself, Fredrick started to hate men and became infatuated with women. He saw them as goddesses, for how much they could take.

This infatuation is what made his 'dream' come to. Fredrick wishes to make the perfect 'doll'. He has tried many times over his life time and has yet to make his doll yet.

He is actually Jack the Ripper. Having been fond of prostitutes, for his mother was one, Fredrick was looking for his perfect doll in these women. But was soon revolted at how they nothing like his mother and killed them. He was forty-three at the time, yet only looked his age of twenty.

To this day Fredrick as not changed much and is still looking for his doll. He now works in a traveling circus of cannibals who like the flesh of children. He would use his magic and other skills help lure them into the circus, but his deal was that he would be aloud to have the beautiful mothers. So he could use them for his perfect 'dolls'

Here is a random note; Fredrick still has his mother's body with him. He harden her skin with a mix he has for his 'dolls' and hollowed her body out. So she would not smell. He also worked her joints like a doll, so she would not be stiff.

In reality, his mother is his only completed work of a 'doll'. But since she lacks a lot of things needed, he can not use his dark magic to make her come to life.◀ ◁

❥Job ▶ ▷Works in a traveling circus, doing magic tricks and other acts. Sometimes he plays internments and, or recites in the town the circus stops in, if he is in need of money.◀ ◁

❥Talents ▶ ▷Can play a number of interments, has story telling skills along with skills of reciting, can use black magic for a number of things (often going for the style of voodoo)◀ ◁

❥Personality ▶ ▷A charming gentleman dispirit his looks and intentions. Always is flirting, helping and, or seen with a women. Usually tends to ignore men, finding them to be mindless pigs. Tends to stay 'dark' and 'mysterious', never telling much of himself. Has a huge temper when others touch his things. Often has a warped and morbid view on things. Is fond of felines, absolutely frighten of dogs. Seems indifferent about children. Not liking nor hating them. Finds their views on subjects hilarious and interesting. Is sometime seen telling stories to children.◀ ◁

❥Turn-Ons ▶ ▷Beautiful people, well mannered people, sweet foods and drinks, spicy foods, felines and, or any animal that can still fend for itself while still being elegant, nights and anything to do with the night time, the Victorian era along with the twenties◀ ◁

❥Turn-Offs ▶ ▷People touching his things with out permission, people with out manners and, or social skills, dogs and any other filthy animals, hot temperatures, repeating himself, sour foods and drinks, having no power over something/one, hospitals◀ ◁

You have my...Everything~. ♡

Thank you Mr. Hatter! And I stole the template, sorry, but it helps with the creative process!

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~ And I give you... ~
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❥Name ▶ ▷ Divine ◀ ◁

❥Age ▶ ▷Looks to be about seventeen.◀ ◁

❥Sex and Gender ▶ ▷A Doll and female◀ ◁

❥Sexuality ▶ ▷What is sexuality?◀ ◁

❥Race ▶ ▷Immortal, so long as my key is wound◀ ◁

❥Class ▶ ▷Dancer◀ ◁

❥Physical Description ▶ ▷A short girl of five feet three inches. Body build is small and petite. Hair is completely black. Skin is just slightly tanned from walking in the sun. Eyes are a very ethereal green, a glowing shade.

This is what she looked like before she ran away from her master, in reality she has on nothing but sackcloth now. ◀ ◁

❥Background ▶ ▷Divine is a doll with no discernible soul, but she had a will and feelings. Her skin is supple and created from substances to match that of any woman's. Herr Drosselmyer made her as a companion and for years she enjoyed his company, however the man soon enough became mad.

She escaped hoping not to become like his other creations, chopped and hacked to pieces. Once she escaped, she shed the clothes that he'd bought for her, and begun to wander the streets in hope of finding someone to take her in.

For years she's wandered around the city aimlessly, with not real way to find someone to take her home, to wind her key and care for her.

Here is a random note; Divine holds her key around her waist, and as she had had bad experiences with men in the past, she avoids them almost unnaturally so. Her key can be used for many things and can make something very amusing happen depending on it's usage.

Lately she had been very haggard, trying to find someone to take her in and turn her key, else she'll stop moving and cease to be, she's experienced fear and desire, and the only thing she desires is for someone to save her, because she cannot do it herself.◀ ◁

❥Job ▶ ▷Begging◀ ◁

❥Talents ▶ ▷A doll made for dance, she does so beautifully and has no comparison◀ ◁

❥Personality ▶ ▷Her personality is based on the one her master finds most agreeable, the person who turns the key is pricked and when their blood drops into the hole, it tells her what she needs to know. This is more her adaptability than a personality as she does not really have one, even now, she only knows that she is desperate.◀ ◁

❥Turn-Ons ▶ ▷What is a turn-on?◀ ◁

❥Turn-Offs ▶ ▷ What is a turn-off?◀ ◁

You have my...Everything~. ♡

Fredrick walked down the streets of London. It was dark, being night; making it easy for the hatted man sneak around. His usual bright clothing were replace with darker ones. So he would not stick out.

Strolling into an ally way, he grinned when he spotted a prostitute. Making his way to her, his grin widen when she called out to him. Trying to work her charm into getting another pay day.

Fredrick worked his own charm as he lifted the prostitute's chin, humming sweet nothings into her ear. He was disgusted how she took his words to heart, as if he really thought such poppycock things.

These women were nothing like his mother. His mother did this for she had to; to support her son. Fredrick also took to heart that his mother did this to love men. She was a compassionate being. She just wanted to give the love to others that she never had.

Growing angry, Fredrick tighten his hold on the prostitute's chin. Making her scream out in pain. The hatted male felt even more anger lick at his being, just thinking of that damned man, that man who left his mother, that...Fiend.

Throwing the women to the ground, Fredrick took out a needle. She would be trouble is she moved to much. Injecting the women in the neck, Fredrick began his work.

The drug he gave to the whore did not numb her body, oh no, that would not be fair. The drug just simply made any and all transitions from the brain to the body fall onto death ears. Making it where she could not move at all and barely breath.

Humming an off tune, Fredrick grinned madly as blood started to form in a puddle under him and the women. Seems this night will be a fine one.

Moving gracefully over the cobble stones, Divine twirled and danced around to her hearts content, it was night, the moon shone bright on her own private haven. A back alley that fed into a circular area around the backs of the whores living quarters, it was lit only by the luminous intensity of the moon. Even with no shoes, dirty and shabby as she looked, there still shone a great bit of her former beauty.

The childlike smile filled with innocence showed pearl white teeth which contrasted with her grim covered body. Her eyes glowed even brighter than normal as they gazed upon the moon with a wonder and fascination as she tried to grasp it. Little did she know that she had spectators, and they could only smile at the girl, wishing and praying that her innocence remain intact.

The girl turned quickly as a woman called to her, making the older woman smile at the confusion then happiness that registered on the girls face. The prostitutes here all watched out for the girl, and made sure that she was never seen by the likes of the men they dealt with. In a world gone mad, where they had to give a piece of their souls every night to continue living, Divine was like a beacon of hope. And they treasured her, even bought her fine clothes, though somehow they always ended up on the floor of her room.

The rags that she wore did nothing to make her small body any less womanly, and that's what they worried about. That someone might one day catch sight of her, and take her from them, or worse yet, rob her of that innocence which they treasured. Even with the fact that she was gone all day doing god knows what, she came back each evening before the sun set and slept for a little while before going out to dance in her little world.

Verna, the eldest among the collective was only forty-seven, but looked to be truthfully in her twenties. She made sure to keep Divine clean and clothed, not to mention setting girls to be her care taker when the need arose. She was something of a mother to the younger girls, and like a sister to the women of her age. Divine ran up to her and gave her a hug, making sure to have taken the back way in as instructed so that she wouldn't be seen.

"Be careful, some of your sisters have gone to heaven, there's a mad man on the loose." warned the woman as she hugged the girl tight, and a somber moment passed between the other women. Nodding Divine hugged her back and then squirmed to be free, running to her room to hide, as she heard a man's voice inquiring at the front door.

This strange yet peaceful existence was all she'd known after her escape, but she was afraid of men, and only a man could turn her key. What a situation this was. The night was just beginning and it seemed to be a long one indeed.

(Longest reply to date I think)