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Description

Eight inches tall, Nai sports a round porcelain-colored and -textured rosy-cheeked face, abnormally large, glassy green eyes and a tiny nose and pink-lipped mouth as ideal with all dolls. Her body is slightly pudgy in a way that adds to her aesthetic charm, like baby fat still present on a small child. Her auburn hair, plastic-like to the touch, is curled into neat, tight coils, reaching a centimeter or two past her chin. There are few things that fit her, so the poor doll is stuck sporting a detestable pink dress with large reddish flowers dotting all over it, lace tipping all its seams and its thick, flouncy skirt restricting her beyond her limits. Nai sports an eternal frown and her favorite position is one of arms crossed over her chest.

Personality

Nai has always been a bit of an oddball. Not truly psychopathic or insane, like many of the performers of the circus she performed in seemed to be. Just... odd. And from the very beginning, from when she and her sisters were brought to life, a thirst for knowledge of the world.
Nai always loved to read, even though many books were bigger than her. She also is very outgoing and blunt, especially curious and unafraid of most consequences, save a precious few threats that really get to her. Cynical, logical, and cool-headed and calm, she seems the exact opposite of what a doll should be.

Equipment

...Nothing...

History

Before Nai was brought to life by Miguel, the owner of the Cirque de Bella Murete, she was the most treasured belonging of an eight-year-old girl who lived during the war. However, due to the horrible economy of that time, the little girl's family was forced to sell the doll to get by, much to the heartbreak of the little girl. Who knows how many years later, the same musician who found Aio (perhaps he had a doll fetish?) came across Nai in the shop, and her piercing green eyes were irresistable to the artistic man. He bought her and, like Aio, she was brought to the Cirque to be given life.
There, Nai began quenching her thirst for knowledge - her nose, or rather, her entire body, was always in a book, scanning the pages. She read dictionaries, encyclopedias, history books, math and science texts - anything and everything she could lay her tiny hands on. By the time Betty Liz stumbled into the Cirque that day by chance, Nai's thirst was temporarily sated and she was bored. This lycan, something she had never seen, intrigued her.
No one really knows when or how Nai began to spend all her time up on Betty Liz's left shoulder; but sure enough, there she could always be seen. For the first few weeks of her being there, the lycan actually thought that the whispered words that Nai spoke into her ear to help calm her down or rationalize her fears or explain a term was a voice in her head. Then she discovered Nai sitting on her shoulder and realized that the voice was not part of her insanity.
Whatever the reason, Betty Liz allowed Nai to stay on her shoulder and offer guidance and logic and explanations. The only time the doll was separated from the lycan was when she went on stage to perform with her sisters, the other dolls.
However, there is only so much one can take. As her best friend grew older and eventually died, Nai grew bored of Le Cirque du Bella Murete, and soon departed on her own in search of more of the knowledge which there would always be, tantalizing, just out of her reach. She was quite a spectacle on the streets, and so now sticks to the shadows, waiting for the right gullible, trusting person who's actually GOING somewhere to come along for her to befriend, learn about, and hitch a ride with - much like her former best friend and mode of transportation, whom she misses terribly.

Naiia Rozen's Story