| Living Dead Girl
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| Race:
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Changeling
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| Entitlement:
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Greenskeepers of the Thorned Garden
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| Full Name:
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Doto "Dottie" ChandiLynn Skinner
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| Motley:
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The Horde
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| Date of Birth:
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April 1, 1979
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| Heritage:
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Mutt 'Murican
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| Occupation:
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A hopeless layabout. A shiftless dreamer.
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| Virtue/Vice:
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Loyalty/Epicurean.
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| Kiths:
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Gristlegrinder/Oni/LockJaw
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| Seeming:
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Ogre
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| Apparent Age:
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18
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| Height:
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5'0" (But she acts like she's twice that)
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| After the Flesh
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- Things Dottie has said to various people
- Dottie shrugs a little, "Condoms are useful for people like us. I mean, we can still get sick from raw dogging the strange."
- 'I mean like, you cant dirty talk to a bear. It'd be all like, 'What the hell? I'm a goddamned bear.'
- 'Fast food is not -Food-. You can't taste the pain and fear in Fast Food; the life it had. It's Lifeless.'
- 'Better living through fisting. This I can get behind.'
- <Spring> Dark Isz, Dottie says, "Mister Gone, my favorite Baddie."
- <Spring> Cockneys and Dottie says, "Hee."
- <Spring> The real Hunger Games, Dottie says, "Approps title placement."
- "Yeah but being a bitch is like a lot of hard drugs; okay once and a while but you do it too much you become a junkie. And then everyone hates you and wants nothing to do with you because well..you're a goddamned junkie. And at least there's rehab for drugs. Aint no rehab for bitches, just cats."
- "I really oughta have a warnin' label."
- <Changeling> Cantankerous Kerfuffle says, "Dottie, we're gonna make you queen and everyone thought this was a great idea!"
- <Changeling> 28 is a big number, Dottie says, "Yay, cake for everyone!"
- <Changeling> Woodbine says, "Yay cake!"
- <Changeling> No One Lives Forever, Dottie says, "Mandatory Cake!"
- <Changeling> Quarrelsome Kerfuffle watches Dottie fatten up the freehold.
- <Changeling> Isz, Dottie says, "Someone's giving her too much credit. ;)"
- <Changeling> Pride+Prejudice & Dottie says, "We don't make mistakes just happy Little coincidences."
- Dottie slaps her hand on the table, suddenly, and glares at Rook. "I'm plenty fuckin' moist!" Yes, room, welcome to that ear-full of delight.
- Things
- Things various people have said to Dottie
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| People are Strange
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- Dora - Big Sis.
- Odie - You're growing so much and getting out so much more. I couldn't be prouder of you. I also couldn't miss you more.
Escapees
- Mister Abernathy -You're a beautiful thing and adored by many. You understand what it is to feel hollow. I would not change you for all the world. Not even all the world covered in barbecue.. Not even for me.
- Spring Fling Queen & Siblings - You are smart people. Hungry people. Like my family, only...there's something wrong. Good riddance to that treacherous beast. Let it be a lesson to you both and other Springs too. Desire is not currency. It will eat you.. You have to consume or be consumed.
- Roberto - You smell weird but I wont hold that against ya. Summer Smith. Interesting fella so far..
- Primrose- Pretty hair, but... but I worry at how much she reminds me of the old Spring Fling Queen. But she seems generous and less delicate a flower than the pink really suggests..
- Lucinda - Smart. Sharp. Well put together. She reminds me of my sister. So that's one for her. We'll see..
- Sigil - Texan and all that comes with it. We're similar though - I think - in the right ways. So I guess he can be forgiven for all that.
- Myles - There's something about you I cannot quite put my finger on. But we're not really here are we? And we aren't really who we are at all.
'Don't Eat Dottie'
- Kilo - Supersonic speeds of fucking fun and easy with the party favors. Loves my FireShine Cordial. Sister.
Sheeple
WTFBBQ?
- My Shadow - I don't feel bad. I don't care what happened to me. None of that made me hate you. What you did to them made me hate you. We will find a way and we will destroy you.
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| Pictures of You
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| Lump
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| Diary
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- Professional Greifers - DeadMau5
I like the sound of the broken pieces
I like the lights and the siren she says
We got machines but the kids got Jesus
We like to move like we both don't need this
God can’t hear you,
They won't fight you
Watch them build a friend just like you
Morning sickness, XYZ
Teenage girls with ESP
Give me the sound to see
Another world outside that’s full of all the broken things that I made
Just give me a life to bleed
Another world outside that’s full of all the awful things that I made
We like to dance but the dead go faster
Turn up the slam/hound/bar/code/blast/her
We want the cash or the junk you’re after
Rez-up control for the mix tape master
Cell-correction
Mass dissection
Death-squad brats are in detention
Morning sickness, XYZ
Boys with bombs in NM///
Carbon-lacing
Spent shell-casingsPhotographs that I’m erasing
Bonus lives with pixel-screams
Girls with guns on LSD
Cell-infection,
Mass-destruction
Program for the final function
Lab-rat king, rescue team
Save me from the next life
Give me the sound, to see
Another world outside that’s full of all the broken things that I made
Just give me a life to bleed
Another world outside that’s full of all the awful things that I made
'Cause we are the last disease
Another broken life that’s full of all the awful things that I made
And we got the eyes to see
Another broken life that’s full of all the awful things that are made.
- Tear in My Heart - Twenty One Pilots
br>Sometimes you've got to bleed to know,
That you're alive and have a soul,
But it takes someone to come around to show you how.
She's the tear in my heart, I'm alive,
She's the tear in my heart, I'm on fire,
She's the tear in my heart, Take me higher,
Than I've ever been.
My heart is my armor,
She's the tear in my heart, she's a carver,
She's a butcher with a smile, cut me farther,
Than I've ever been.
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| Burnt Flowers Falling
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| “Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.” - Addams
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| Ways to meat..er..meet up.
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Escapees
- The worlds tiniest Ogre. [1]
- Spring Courtier.
- Tracker, fighter and fairly pleasant to be around until she looses her temper.
- ...she bites a lot when she looses her temper.
- Just trying to Survive
- Dat Cackle Doe...
Mortal
- Skinner brat.
- Scrapper.
- Petty Theft and B&E
- Brainless.
- Gullible.
- Violent.
Other
- She's a pretty good cook.
- She has an amazing sense of smell.
- She will smack that cigarette right out of your mouth..
- ..but she'll put a joint in it's place.
- Smoke=Fire & Fire=BAD
- Dogs, who ever heard of a zombie who liked dogs?
- ENFP-A It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for – and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool – for love – for your dreams – for the adventure of being alive.
::Oriah Mountain Dreamer
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| Fatty Boom Boom!
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| Presence
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| Skinner Status
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| Mantle: Spring
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| Status: Southside Kings
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| Striking Looks: Feral
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| Feral Mien, Lethal Mien, Armored Mien, Acute Mien Sense
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Iron Stamina, Iron Stomach
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| Tolerance for Biology
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| Twisted Transistor
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Royals - Lorde
I've never seen a diamond in the flesh
I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies
And I'm not proud of my address,
In a torn-up town, no postcode envy
But every song's like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom
Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room,
We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams.
But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece.
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash.
We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair.
And we'll never be royals (royals).
It don't run in our blood,
That kind of luxe just ain't for us.
We crave a different kind of buzz.
Let me be your ruler (ruler),
You can call me queen Bee
And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule.
Let me live that fantasy.
- 100 Percent - Angelspit
Eating from the butcher's slab, becoming what they meet
Restrained and roasted while they gorge, strapped into the seat
Bathing in your arrogance, dining will ensue
God made me a cannibal to fix problems like you
- Forty Six & 2 - Tool
I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through.
I choose to live and to
Lie, kill and give and to
Die, learn and love and to
Do what it takes to step through.
- [... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_nrlsUvbKTs]
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| Illusion
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Mask
Her hair is so sun-bleached it's almost white, faded up into a thick, messy relaxed mohawk of heavy wild waves that taper down over her read-end. The sides are kept fairly short and it has been dyed in charcoal grey and faded brown in animal stripes that fade into spots. The ends of her hair appear to have been dipped into a strange rust-red to black ombre color.
Crowned in a thick mass of platinum-blonde this macilent figure is a study of untamed strangeness. She's delicately spun thin; muscle and bone in strange harmony under anemic pale skin. Her gangly limbs move with an easy if carefree grace that gives the impression of exuberant cheer that practically posses her, from the cheeky smile to the pure swagger in her step. That expression is what gives the elfin woman a feral overtone.
She has a single, wide powder blue orb in a sunken and shadowed socket. The overly large iris is a wicked shade of acid-washed blue and could just be called vacant if it didn't constantly track the tiniest movement in her peripheral. Her other eye is covered by a patch of the day to match her outfit. This cyclopean gaze is set in a pretty face, almost elven. Her mouth is also deceptive as though when relaxed it's a small bow, but when it widens for a smile it shows straight perfect white teeth in Cheshire proportions.
Her clothing tends to be a variety of threadbare, mangled and faded hand-me-downs. Skinners aren't rolling in cash. Due to the hand-me-down rule, Dot tends towards Band T's, thin bands, patched and studded leather or denim ripped jeans, and ever-present Chucks. Sometimes it looks like someone else makes attempts to dress her but more often than not if this is the case it's rumpled, ripped, and dirty by the time she's in public.
Mien
This small Ogress's hair is a shade of ash-white, faded up into a thick, messy relaxed mohawk of heavy wild locks, tangled with flora, that taper down over her read-end. The sides are kept fairly short and have begun to show the feral markings a bestial nature. The markings are charcoal grey and faded brown in animal stripes that fade into spots. The ends of her hair appear to have taken on strange rust-red to soil black ombre.
Mantled in that thick mass of floral tangled platinum-blonde this macilent figure is a study of untamed strangeness and -radiates- hunger. Under her milky, grub-pale flesh thick dark veins of black sprawl in animated tendrils gathering at pulse points and around her eye. The Monster is delicately spun in muscle and bone which move in an alien harmony under anemic pale skin. Capped with hands and feet stained in dark soil and red rust colors, gangly limbs move with an easy if carefree grace. It gives the impression of exuberant cheer that practically posses her, from the cheeky, voracious smile to the pure swagger in her step. That creophagous expression is what gives the elfin huntress a dangerous air.
She has a single, wide white orb in a sunken and shadowed socket. A thick white cataract over a seemingly phosphoresce, with an overly large iris. The ghoulish eye could be judged as vacant if it didn't constantly track the tiniest movement in her peripheral. Her other eye is covered by a patch of the day to match her outfit. This cyclopean gaze is set in a pretty face, almost elven. Her mouth is also deceptive as though when relaxed it's a small bow, but when it widens for a smile it shows straight perfect white teeth in Cheshire proportions.
Her clothing tends to be a variety of threadbare, mangled and faded hand-me-downs. Skinners aren't rolling in cash. Due to the hand-me-down rule, Dot tends towards Band T's, thin bands, patched and studded leather or denim ripped jeans, and ever-present Chucks. Sometimes it looks like someone else makes attempts to dress her but more often than not if this is the case it's rumpled, ripped, and dirty by the time she's in public.
Dottie's mantle is a thing of questionable frightful beauty; where she sits the world seems to grow denser, heavier - rich with oxygen, humidity, and plant life. Grass sprouts in shifting tendrils about wherever she touches a surface. Occasional shadows for some unseen tree passes over her, or a God-ray in the distance illuminates the diffused flutter of motes of pollen. The sound of a Whippoorwill calls nearby while a pair of nightingales call in yearning to each other in the distance. Her literal main, glorious and thick, is amassed with a garden of Belladonna, Mandrake, lily of the Valley, and tangles of Wisteria. The cloying primordial scent of rut, rot, vegetation, and the petrichor of loamy earth is pleasant to only the strangest of beasts.
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Herpe
Herpe, short for Herpderp is Dottie's trusted and ever-present companion. The little creature can communicate but quite often it's in the form of music; whether chirped or hummed it is often widely open to interpretation what he's saying. He tends to be Dottie's 'conscience'.
Herpe looks like a regular adolescent cockroach to the mortal eye
To Changeling eys, Herpe is a strangely pretty roach, dark black and bloody red. He has intelligent red eyes, longer than average antenna and acts, generally, as Dottie's guardian, advisor and Jimmeny Cricket. He likes to sing, and hum, and tap out beats with his mad skilled antenna. Generally, Herpe doesn't talk unless it's too Dottie but he will communicate with other Lost in his unique surprisingly accurate music-like 'speech'.
HerpeSheet
Toys
Sir Chewie Boop McSquishy the IV, Esquire. AKA - Meep.
Companion and Hobb Runt. Dottie's non-human bestie.
Meep's Sheet
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