Porcelain's Story

DOLL :: Porcelain
PICTO :: Click
GENDER :: Doe
AGE :: 10 in human years
LOVE :: None

THE TALE :: A sweet doll made of china that sits on your shelf is only for decoration and memories. A souvenir. But if it moved! What then? This is what Porcelain struggles through in her daily hours. She is a tiny fawn just slightly larger than a rabbit that is made up entirely of fragile materials, like her namesake, porcelain. This is a smooth but easy to break glassy surface that she must protect by all means. It is tough for a fun-loving and kind little one to not get into trouble and trip over a stone, but she manages to somehow overcome this obstacle and remains intact.

She cannot feel anything outwardly. The grass that touches her hooves upon standing and the lilacs she so loves that tickle her skin are feelings she cannot describe. She does not know what water feels like, although she does have the ability to taste. But a nudge feels like air to this shaken creature, a friendly nibble on the ear a gesture that goes unnoticed. Porcelain knows this and was once a dreadful, tiny wreck that thought of nothing but how horrid it was to be in her state. She was made of glass. A mutant, a freak! And she had to watch her every step because her life literally depended on it! No one else had to do this but her. Why her? And why could she not feel? Our little doll has done nothing to deserve such a curse. But she learned her ways through the man in the moon and was taught how to love. What happens here is a tale so long and heartwarming that a story would be needed for it to be told.

Overall, Porcelain, once a misfit emotional lady, is now an extremely kind woman that cannot pass a deer unnoticed. Always polite and always mature (save for a couple hyper laughs and fun times) is this strange one. She is known to be an angel by all with her wonderful ways, and she continues to be a mystery, even though she seems to be already found out.

DECORATION :: She is always a fawn and does not wear anything, therefore, save for flowers atop her head from fields of purple flowers. She has naturally white skin--no fur, alas, because if you recall she is of all glass--and it appears to fade to the eye into a real fawn's pelt, though this is only an illusion. Her eyes are a rosey-pink and red that reflects her warm personality.

SETTING :: Porcelain does not have a favorite set spot anywhere in this vast, green land; at least, not a landmark as most prefer. She does, however, tend to romp and play amongst patches of purple lilacs near the pond's highest hills close the the Twin God's statue. This carved rock monument is also a place she may appear to be, though seldom.

A LITTLE BIT OF PIXIE DUST ::
~ Porcelain is also nicknamed "Porce"
~ She never uses any sort of angry or emotional body language unless by fault
~ When unoccupied, she sits in her favorite patch of plants and makes crowns of flowers for friends
~ Her favorite weather is snow
~ A brush with her neck is a sensation yet to be felt by many because of the way her glassy texture feels, so once you get any chance of touching her you will learn that she is light and not to be harmed or broken
~ Her pictogram resembles the letter "P" attached to another flipped and upside-down "P", though some see it as a toilet if that is how you wish to view it for resemblence and memory

The Endless Forest

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