Description
Chloe:
An eleven year old petite ventriloquist with an angelic appearance. Everything about her is pale, from her poreclein skin to her large, faded blue eyes (minus the dark circles under them). She has pale pink lips, light blush on her cheeks, and is very thin. She hardly ever speaks, and on those rare occasions where she does, her voice is meerly a whisper, with a sweet, high pitched voice.
With a white frilly dress that falls a few inches above her knees, her legs covered in white and pale blue stockings with black, shiny ballerina flats. Her neck is decorated in a very long pearl necklace wrapped many times around her neck losely, making a soft noise everytime she moves. She wears a silver charm bracelet, covered in small charms that each have their own story.
Jack Cross:
A doll (he prefers "doll" instead of "dummy") with dirty blonde hair that ends at his chin, a black fedora, a black and red suit, with a small silver pocket watch Chloe carries for him. He is most commonly found with a lit ciggerate (yes, a real one) in his mouth, sitting on Chloe's lap, telling her stories or plans about whatever scheme he's plotting.
He has white skin, a more fierce and icy colour of blue to his narrow eyes.
Personality
Chloe hardly ever speaks. She loves to day dream, her head's always up in the clouds. She is a very sweet girl and rather friendly, but likes to keep to herself, knowing that Jack Cross (or just Cross. Or Jack.) would probably scare some potential friends off.
Jack Cross, on the other hand, is a very talkative person...uh...doll, I mean. And thanks to his rather robust vocabulary and love of using his hands when he speaks, he makes it pretty intresting when he goes babbling on and on, which is why Chloe loves it when he tells her stories. Cross loves attention, manipulating people...
But all in all, Cross is a very nice guy/puppet...as long as it's convenient for him.
Equipment
Chloe tends to hide things, A LOT of things, insider her dress, such as guns, knives, etc. etc.
History
Coming soon! Don't you ever miss it!
So begins...
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."