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(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g_pzIWp5 ... re=related The song I chose to represent Ame with. Read while listening for the feeling I was going for. :)

Ame is a living doll, given life through the power of song emotion, and the imagination of a lonely child. He is tiny, perhaps more so than many other races out there in the universe. Perhaps only a single foot in height. Hands made of cloth and simple stuffing of white, with bits of leather at the bottom in the shape of a paw, he looks feline like in nature.

His eyes yellow and cat-like, seemingly crafted from the the finest amber, polished and smoothed down to the finest degree. The thin pupils are actually strands of hair frozen in the sap, all that remains of his former owner. Tall pointed ears make him a mixture of races, perhaps a rabbit and feline? The product of a child's imagination. His nose is a single outed piece of coal, with bits of a steel wire for whiskers.

His body is dressed in thick leather robes of reds and whites, a traditional outfit of his long gone owner. They are flowing and cover his body well, almost covering his white face. Designs have been put into them, pictures of multi-colored butterflies that cover the fabric like thousands of tiny stars. On his head is a straw hat, meant to divert rain off his weary looking features.

When he moves, despite his size, he commands enormous respect, every action like that of a live-action hero. His eyes constantly forward, unafraid of the world and full of life. His steps fast and purposeful, never wasting a moment on idle movements.

Personality

The embodiment of a child's last wishes, Ame is kind and courageous, like those super hero's we watch on tv, or those legends about ancient warriors long gone, only their achievements left of them, their memory screaming thousands of years ahead. He is romantic and has a very unique way of talking, often calling simple things by over-done dramatic descriptions. (For example, he often refers to the moon as "The silver pendant in the night.")

He is often deeply saddened, perhaps melancholy at times, but he chooses to stay away from others when these feelings hit.

Ame believes that after the war is over, after the planet is saved, that he will have no purpose and will die. Whatever power that was breathed into him would have no meaning, no purpose if the world was free of sorrow.

Equipment

Being so tiny, Ame has few tools at his disposal other than his magical abilities, which are perhaps legendary. They are based off the emotions, not just his own but the people around him. In theory, the more people that gather and keep up positive emotions, the more powerful he becomes. His tools are those of charisma and motivation. To inspire.

Temporarily accessing the dimension in which life is born through creativity, he can bend the laws of reality. Using this tool, he can fly when flight is only reserved for those with wings and physics, or change the weather quickly, despite all logical weather patterns. This power can even inflict wide scale catastrophic events, such as earthquakes or simply tearing matter apart, all depending on the emotional value of people around him or even himself. This leaves him drained though, and of course has limited usage corresponding with use. Most human researchers call it "Telepathy"

Being of a in-organic matter, physical things are hard to damage him permanently, though fire is can almost instantly kill him. In theory though, as long as you had the pieces, you could sew him back together. Oddly the stuffing in his body works almost like life blood, loosing it can weaken him or even "kill" him temporarily. Death is permanent if the hair residing in his powerful yellow eye ever ruined. It is the sole reason he has life.

History

Ame was not always animated, instead choosing a quiet life with the daughter of a craftsmen, who created his body. How he loved the little girl! So full of life, and always she played with him, telling him stories, looking towards his silent strength when frightened.

When fire rained from the skies upon their village, and they were taken away, he still went with her, cradled in her arms. Even when the little girl was put inside the steel doors, the "echo" room, in which frightened whispers always reverberated back, he stayed with her. It was her only emotional support after what little bits of her known life was ripped forth from her. Every night, she would curl up in a small corner, and cuddle Ame, "I love you." she would whisper, trying to keep her spirit up.

She would play with him, alone in the dark. He felt her sadness, her longing to be free. Mostly he felt her childish fears, which had suddenly become very real. He felt it spread through her slowly... then fast and faster, like the flames that overtook their home. He could do nothing, no life truly breathed into him to offer any aid.

One night, who knows how long it had been, she curled up with him. Her face was thin, and pale. She coughed, and tiny bits of red fluid ran down her lips, dripping on the little cat, staining the once-white robes red. She was so cold, so lifeless. Empty, not even fear holding her back from the great beyond. "I love you." she said, before closing those once spirited eyes for the last time.

For days, the doll waited there, hoping against hope, that perhaps his freind would awake, and they would play together. This day never came, and both endless rage and sorrow hit him.

He moved...

Ame's Story