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Player Name: Crow
Player LJ: silver_foxgove
Contact: A SnowWhite Crow [AIM] | asnowwhitecrow@aim.com [Email]
Player age: 24
Character Number: 2
Character: Jester
Fandom: Tarot Cafe
Personality: Jester, true to the Pierrot in history is naive and trusting. Due to Mikhail's distracted nature he is often the butt of pain at the hands of the princess, and despite it, and his fear, still tries to make her smile, if only to please his Master. He is a sweet child, though could potentially be far too trusting. Despite his naive nature, in person, the Jester can to some extent read eyes, and tends to link them to one of the only people he knows. People are either kind like his master, or terrifying like the Princess he fears.
While intelligent, capable of reading and writing to some degree, Jester is woefully ignorant of the world at large. His world since "birth" has consisted of his Master, his home, and the Princess. It is all he knows, and while he does not fear change, he is prone to allowing himself to get worked up and overwhelmed.
Jester views things differently than others, and has no shame for what he is, sees nothing wrong with simply being a little Jester, his Master's prize.
Above all, Jester needs a purpose to act as his driving force. His purpose was to please his Master (by way of making the Princess smile), and despite the injuries he received for it, he accepted the job set before him without hesitation. Jester needs a reason to continue and move forward. He needs to know that he serves someone and that perhaps, in some small way, he is appreciated. It's more important to him than necessarily having love returned.
History: Jester is the creation of the Alchemist, Mikhail Meyer. He is a Protein Doll, or artificial human. He was created after the alchemist fell in love, as a gift. Mikhail kidnapped the princess whom he had fallen in love with, and was promised that she would marry only "if he could make her smile, and keep her smiling." He set to work immediately on what he would dub his most perfect creation. A jester, who looked like a teenage boy.
The Jester immediately knew his Master for whom he was, and greeted him. When told his orders, he bowed his head and agreed with a simple "As you wish, Master."
His only job was to keep the Princess happy, but little did Mikhail know that his beautiful, if never happy princess Gwynyth was a sadist. The Jester was her new toy, shiny, perfect. She grew bored with his tricks, his juggling, and his acrobatics all too soon and decided to use him for...different games.
Games that had him covered in scars by his second week alive from her whip. Mikhail, horrified, fixed his wounds, restoring his body to it's normal state, and then proceeded to look the other way, certain it had been an accident of some sort along the way. Surely his beloved would never do something so cruel intentionally!
...It was only after his leg was ripped free and Mikhail found him that he began to return some of the affection his Jester had already felt for him. The doll he repaired again wasn't supposed to feel emotions like happiness, wasn't supposed to adore his master as he did, but even Mikhail had to concede that the Jester was different than any of the other Protein dolls he had created.
The princess tried one last time to hurt her plaything, but this time, Mikhail stood up for the Jester. He offered to make her a new doll, a different one, but she would have none of it. The two began a tug-of-war over him, one that resulted in a bottle of acid dropping onto Princess Gwynyth's face, scarring as horribly on her outside as she was on the inside. In panic, she fled, leaving Jester and his Master together, happy.
***He will be drawn from the timeline of after his leg has been restored, before the epic tug-of-war.***
Abilities: The ability to withstand an incredible amount of pain and survive, but (like anyone) Jester will feel it all the same. Unlike other dolls of his kind he can feel and understand like a human being
Link to an image of the character: Here you go
Sample writing: Master was already busy that morning, and Princess Gwynyth hadn't woken up yet, leaving Jester free to do as he pleased (Within reason of course). Happily, the doll pulled the small shorts on that his master had crafted for him, and then his silk-and-lace stockings, adding the gold and black overcoat that completed his outfit for the day. Well...almost. He ran the brush through his hair, just as his master had shown him, then tugged on the belled cap that truly completed his ensemble. With a laugh and a toss of his head, he ran for the door, pausing only to pull on his slippers. It was almost too late, and he was in a hurry, bolting through the corridors of the castle at high speed, his bells chiming softly to announce his every step.
There. There was the door, and Jester was struggling to pull it open, slipping out into the garden. It was still dark out, but that would change soon. In awe, the boy plopped down on the grass right where he stood, staring at the sky in anticipation. He didn't have long to wait before the sky began to lighten, the landscape of night giving way to the sun's brighter canvas. Explosive colors slowly took over the sky and Jester watched eagerly, small hands twisting in the grass, lips forming a wide grin. It was beautiful. Almost as beautiful as Master's smile!
Almost.
Jester wasn't sure how long he sat there, staring forward at the morning sky (carefully avoiding the sun as he'd been told, since it could hurt his eyes), but he felt...as at piece as he could when not around his master. Happy, definitely.
His happiness was shattered with an unwanted presence behind and above him, a voice from the balconey.
"Enjoying yourself, little toy?" He frowned, lowering his head for a moment, not wanting to acknowledge her. But...Master's simple request burned in his mind.
Make her smile and laugh. And he would. Slowly, he turned his head upwards and offered her a cheerful smile before leaping to his feet with an agility that did indeed make her smile...for a moment. The Jester bowed low and with flourish for her and in return she clapped her hands in pretty amusement.
"Shall I come and entertain you?" he asked and she seemed to consider it, tapping her chin. A new smile worked it's way onto her lips, cold, frightening. It immediately made him shiver, despite how still he stood, awaiting her verdict.
"Mmm, yes. But no juggling. I have a new game I want to try out. Ten minutes. Don't be late or I'll be cross." she stated, letting those last few words hang in the air as a warning that they both understood. Jester watched her disappear into her room, his heart sinking. His shoulders slumped as he trudged towards the door.
"Anything for you, Master." he said, a smile plastering it's way onto his face as he went indoors, the pretty morning forgotten, left outside where it belonged.
Sample journal entry: Accidental Voice Post
-the recorder clicks on to the sound of boots on gravel, scraping lightly. Whomever it is is moving closer, their voice being picked up. The voice that can be heard is rather androgynous, with a slightly childlike lilt to it-
Master! Master are you here...? W-where are you?
...Princess...?
-His voice drops, as if attempting to reconcile himself to being alone temporarily and speaking more to himself-
I can't see the castle. And- this isn't the garden...is it the outside? Master's never taken me to the Outside lands before! Oh no! I'm lost!
-panic-
Master! Master I'm scared! Don't leave me here! I want to stay with you!
Player LJ: silver_foxgove
Contact: A SnowWhite Crow [AIM] | asnowwhitecrow@aim.com [Email]
Player age: 24
Character Number: 2
Character: Jester
Fandom: Tarot Cafe
Personality: Jester, true to the Pierrot in history is naive and trusting. Due to Mikhail's distracted nature he is often the butt of pain at the hands of the princess, and despite it, and his fear, still tries to make her smile, if only to please his Master. He is a sweet child, though could potentially be far too trusting. Despite his naive nature, in person, the Jester can to some extent read eyes, and tends to link them to one of the only people he knows. People are either kind like his master, or terrifying like the Princess he fears.
While intelligent, capable of reading and writing to some degree, Jester is woefully ignorant of the world at large. His world since "birth" has consisted of his Master, his home, and the Princess. It is all he knows, and while he does not fear change, he is prone to allowing himself to get worked up and overwhelmed.
Jester views things differently than others, and has no shame for what he is, sees nothing wrong with simply being a little Jester, his Master's prize.
Above all, Jester needs a purpose to act as his driving force. His purpose was to please his Master (by way of making the Princess smile), and despite the injuries he received for it, he accepted the job set before him without hesitation. Jester needs a reason to continue and move forward. He needs to know that he serves someone and that perhaps, in some small way, he is appreciated. It's more important to him than necessarily having love returned.
History: Jester is the creation of the Alchemist, Mikhail Meyer. He is a Protein Doll, or artificial human. He was created after the alchemist fell in love, as a gift. Mikhail kidnapped the princess whom he had fallen in love with, and was promised that she would marry only "if he could make her smile, and keep her smiling." He set to work immediately on what he would dub his most perfect creation. A jester, who looked like a teenage boy.
The Jester immediately knew his Master for whom he was, and greeted him. When told his orders, he bowed his head and agreed with a simple "As you wish, Master."
His only job was to keep the Princess happy, but little did Mikhail know that his beautiful, if never happy princess Gwynyth was a sadist. The Jester was her new toy, shiny, perfect. She grew bored with his tricks, his juggling, and his acrobatics all too soon and decided to use him for...different games.
Games that had him covered in scars by his second week alive from her whip. Mikhail, horrified, fixed his wounds, restoring his body to it's normal state, and then proceeded to look the other way, certain it had been an accident of some sort along the way. Surely his beloved would never do something so cruel intentionally!
...It was only after his leg was ripped free and Mikhail found him that he began to return some of the affection his Jester had already felt for him. The doll he repaired again wasn't supposed to feel emotions like happiness, wasn't supposed to adore his master as he did, but even Mikhail had to concede that the Jester was different than any of the other Protein dolls he had created.
The princess tried one last time to hurt her plaything, but this time, Mikhail stood up for the Jester. He offered to make her a new doll, a different one, but she would have none of it. The two began a tug-of-war over him, one that resulted in a bottle of acid dropping onto Princess Gwynyth's face, scarring as horribly on her outside as she was on the inside. In panic, she fled, leaving Jester and his Master together, happy.
***He will be drawn from the timeline of after his leg has been restored, before the epic tug-of-war.***
Abilities: The ability to withstand an incredible amount of pain and survive, but (like anyone) Jester will feel it all the same. Unlike other dolls of his kind he can feel and understand like a human being
Link to an image of the character: Here you go
Sample writing: Master was already busy that morning, and Princess Gwynyth hadn't woken up yet, leaving Jester free to do as he pleased (Within reason of course). Happily, the doll pulled the small shorts on that his master had crafted for him, and then his silk-and-lace stockings, adding the gold and black overcoat that completed his outfit for the day. Well...almost. He ran the brush through his hair, just as his master had shown him, then tugged on the belled cap that truly completed his ensemble. With a laugh and a toss of his head, he ran for the door, pausing only to pull on his slippers. It was almost too late, and he was in a hurry, bolting through the corridors of the castle at high speed, his bells chiming softly to announce his every step.
There. There was the door, and Jester was struggling to pull it open, slipping out into the garden. It was still dark out, but that would change soon. In awe, the boy plopped down on the grass right where he stood, staring at the sky in anticipation. He didn't have long to wait before the sky began to lighten, the landscape of night giving way to the sun's brighter canvas. Explosive colors slowly took over the sky and Jester watched eagerly, small hands twisting in the grass, lips forming a wide grin. It was beautiful. Almost as beautiful as Master's smile!
Almost.
Jester wasn't sure how long he sat there, staring forward at the morning sky (carefully avoiding the sun as he'd been told, since it could hurt his eyes), but he felt...as at piece as he could when not around his master. Happy, definitely.
His happiness was shattered with an unwanted presence behind and above him, a voice from the balconey.
"Enjoying yourself, little toy?" He frowned, lowering his head for a moment, not wanting to acknowledge her. But...Master's simple request burned in his mind.
Make her smile and laugh. And he would. Slowly, he turned his head upwards and offered her a cheerful smile before leaping to his feet with an agility that did indeed make her smile...for a moment. The Jester bowed low and with flourish for her and in return she clapped her hands in pretty amusement.
"Shall I come and entertain you?" he asked and she seemed to consider it, tapping her chin. A new smile worked it's way onto her lips, cold, frightening. It immediately made him shiver, despite how still he stood, awaiting her verdict.
"Mmm, yes. But no juggling. I have a new game I want to try out. Ten minutes. Don't be late or I'll be cross." she stated, letting those last few words hang in the air as a warning that they both understood. Jester watched her disappear into her room, his heart sinking. His shoulders slumped as he trudged towards the door.
"Anything for you, Master." he said, a smile plastering it's way onto his face as he went indoors, the pretty morning forgotten, left outside where it belonged.
Sample journal entry: Accidental Voice Post
-the recorder clicks on to the sound of boots on gravel, scraping lightly. Whomever it is is moving closer, their voice being picked up. The voice that can be heard is rather androgynous, with a slightly childlike lilt to it-
Master! Master are you here...? W-where are you?
...Princess...?
-His voice drops, as if attempting to reconcile himself to being alone temporarily and speaking more to himself-
I can't see the castle. And- this isn't the garden...is it the outside? Master's never taken me to the Outside lands before! Oh no! I'm lost!
-panic-
Master! Master I'm scared! Don't leave me here! I want to stay with you!