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Viyo Marie

I have no use for such material things.. Why? Because I have knowledge that I treasure more.

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a character in “The Dollmaster's Key”, originally authored by jigokunoshinzo, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Viyo Marie
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Apparent Age:
17 years

Physical Description
As most Jointless dolls are, Viyo is slender, life- like and beautiful. Her skin is the color of ivory with the faintest of blushes on her high cheek bones. Her pale skin is soft and feels like a human's just without the warmth. It really brings out her startling ice-blue eyes that are framed with dark feather-like lashes. Her lips are the color of cherry blossoms and are usually turned up in a small shy smile. She has long white hair that falls at her hips in shiny locks. This is probably the only thing that hints at her being a doll. That, and the small key hole that is right between her shoulder blades. Viyo’s favorite type of clothing is made up with loose, simple but elegant dresses that go a little bit above the knees. Her feet are covered in strappy heels to emphasize her tiny ankles and small feet. She also does not like appearing short, as she stands at about five feet even. She is also very skinny so Viyo is not a very strong doll.

Key Description
Viyo's key can only be described as elegant and unique. It is silver and about two inches long. There is a small red rose at the top and a delicate little chain that twists around the little key.
Personality
Sometimes, she is loud, impertinent and sarcastic... but this is not the norm for Viyo. This silver haired girl is soft spoken, sweet and polite. She only turns differently if there is reason to. Her laughs are quiet but filled with emotion and her words are kind and encouraging. She does not like to see others hurting, especially other dolls. She does not really care whether they are Jointless or not. She believes in equality. Viyo gets along well with humans and most are very accepting of her because of her earnest, sincere nature.However, when someone does discriminate against her, she turns the other cheek and merely smiles sadly. She doesn't believe in a pointless fight. When it comes to others though, Viyo will defend them with her whole being. With words of course. Viyo can’t fight very well and it’s very awkward for her. She is the ultimate picture of feminine. Gentle, caring and intuitive are also adjectives that describe her. She’s an observant little thing and can tell how others are feeling.

Viyo is a compassionate being that stands up for her beliefs. If she sees someone getting hurt by others, she will do her best to stop it. When others are angry, she knows when to back off or when to give hugs. She is graceful, humble and is basically a very positive person. She believes in inner beauty and does not care much for possessions though she has a lot of money from her jobs. She loves to learn new things and can be found with a book in her hand at all times. Viyo is very curious and eager.

She is called naive and innocent by some that have gotten to know her somewhat. She thinks that they are wrong but she really is. She's experienced hurt but for a doll, she is actually quite well off. People like her and accept her. Viyo doesn't know that some dolls are treated very badly. She believes that peace and talking things out will work out most fights and arguements. The world doesn't really aggree. Human nature seems to like violence and has an unsatiable blood lust. She thinks that this is because the humans just don't try hard enough. Viyo thinks that there is some good in everyone. However, in many people and dolls, the good has already died and been consumed by hate, greed, lust, and power.


Skill(s)/Abilities
Looking feminine, does not mean that one is actually that. Viyo can't cook, sew, clean or do art. She is skilled at climbing trees and is very nimble and fast on her feet. Viyo can also twist her body is ways that most dolls can't, though it really doesn't help her much. Her eyesight and hearing are also much more advanced than the normal dolls and humans. She is also a fast learner but that is mostly just her personality.

Likes

*Rain
*Music
*Good food
*Nature
*Being helpful


Dislikes

*Rudeness
*Arrogance
*Discrimination
*Sweets
*Household chores


Fears
**Breaking-- Viyo knows she is slightly more delicate than the other dolls. She takes great care in herself. Her fear is breaking/ shattering into something that can’t be repaired.
**Becoming a toy-- She loves children and humans but her deepest fear is to become a toy. Being a play thing means losing all control and even though it is not likely, it is Viyo’s biggest fear.
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History
After being created, Viyo was hired to be a tutor to a rich family, whose son was falling behind in school. She became a part of their family and the little boy turned out to be very clever. Then one night, the mansion burst into a fire and the whole family died... except her. She realized then, that she would have to leave. It was sad but she knew that it needed to be done. Humans were not forever and she learned to not make such deep bonds.
After her first job, Viyo started wandering around and just learning things. She was an inquisitive doll that was fascinated with many things. She learned the human nature and their weaknesses. Being observant, it was easy to take in new information. She especially loved to read and got a job as an assistant book keeper. The old book keeper was very fond of her and encouraged her to take as many books as she wanted. Viyo was thrilled and stayed at the book store much longer than she should have. Another person that she became attached to, died. The book store was left to her and she still owns it today. She hires other people to work and just checks in once in a while. By this time, she had been alive for about thrity years. Strangely enough, she didn’t form any relationships. She loved to travel around and explore. Currently, Viyo resides in Belerise because it is time for her little wind up.


How many days did they have left when they went for the winding?
Two weeks and four days.

Other
She has not had many bad experiences with humans. In fact, it was actually dolls that had become jealous of her dainty beauty and tried to hurt her in some way.

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So begins...

Viyo Marie's Story

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Perhaps it was simply the evening approached, but the charming buildings of Terota that day seemed... just a little sad. There was something lingering in the air, something unsettling, and it made all the citizens of the small town ill at ease. Within this town, a crossroads for several major settlements, was the beginning of a strange journey for several stranger individuals.

This is where our story begins.

Of different cities, different lives, the characters of this tale gathered for one reason alone - to continue to live. However, it was obvious at first glance that this would not be fulfilled. It had always been a quaint little thing, as most key-keeper shops are. However, that day, it was different. The dolls gathered could barely recognize the tired, dilapidated building. The windows, once inviting, had been boarded shut, so hastily that the nails hung ajar. The door had been locked at first, but one reckless individual had broken it down.

The inside was worse. Far worse.

There was scarcely a centimeter that remained untouched - the ground was littered with debris and the walls scorched and torn. With every step, glass or ash was crushed into the floorboards underfoot. The scraps of the paper once draped on the walls were scattered, burned, and destroyed, the printed roses almost wilted in a literal sense. The skin peeled back, the building now stood, a mere wooden skeleton of its former, kinder self.

The brittle beams struggled against the pull of the earth, and on the far side of the room, a table lay crippled by the bared walls. Its legs were snapped, its surface smeared with dark powder. However, despite the wreckage strewn about, it was obvious that once upon a time, this was indeed the shop of a keykeeper. Both sides of the room were lined by the small locked drawers that had contained the beautiful keys of dolls... but they were smashed open, displaying their hollow interior for all to see.

The tiny cats that adorned the drawer-tops lay shattered on the floor. The vase of flowers once beside it had met the same end. The water seeped along the cracks of the floorboards, drowning the remnants of fragrant blooms along with a slip of paper, half-dyed red.

Further papers, destroyed to the point of being unreadable, were crammed into the flickering hearth to the left. A wooden chair, legs licked by the flames, lay beside a pair of broken glasses - its silver wire frame was twisted beyond repair. However, rather than the hearth, the remains of a bonfire lined the pit of a gaping hole in the center of the room. Inside it was an inch of cinder along with the remnants of a half-eaten meal.

Other than the crackling of the fire, the house was quiet... unnaturally so. However, even stranger still were two objects mysteriously intact. The first, tacked to the door leading into the keykeeper's private quarters, was a singed fold of paper. Although the ink was blurred, two significant clues remained:

'Have patience - the keys unlock the gates to immortality'

... and...

'Eternal is the Master Key'...

The other object, seeming misplaced amongst the ruins, was a strange silver amulet. Engraved into the disc was what resembled a serpent devouring its own tail. Hanging from a nail upon the wall, it seemed almost deliberately placed.

So normal it seemed from the outside... and humans rarely frequented the shop meant for dolls. The people of Terota might not have known if it weren't for the dolls that fateful day.

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Viyo was walking the streets where the children laughed and the elders bickered. It was truly a wonderful day. The beautiful jointless doll smiled and dipped her head gracefully, respectfully to those who greeted her. The humans were so kind and the doll ached for the bonds that they shared with one another. If only she could be like them... Viyo shook the thoughts away, gently scolding herself. Viyo, you are a doll. They are humans. You're even going to get winded!

Still, she couldn't help but be wistful and tucked a strand of pure white hair behind her ear. She had felt the lovely bond once. That was before she knew better. They had died. Something that she was incapable of... unless she did not go to her winding. However, Viyo was sensible and knew that suicide would be cowardly. This was the way she was and there was no use pretending otherwise. She smoothed down her ice blue dress with pale dainty hands. It was slightly frilly at the bottom and ended right above her knees. It made her look like some kind of angel and the citizens appeared ot agree as well, complimenting her appearance. Viyo just took them graciously, knowing she should be thankful to the maker who had created her in such a way. She had no control over what she looked like and Viyo knew it was nothing to be proud about.

A dog seemed to get loose from its owner and darted around her. Reacting quickly, Viyo gently grabbed the mutt's collar and held it as the young owner rushed up. The little boy apologized and the doll smiled, feeling the animal's soft, silky fur. It was nothing. Any decent person would have done it also.

"Have a nice day," Viyo waved cheerfully at the boy who bowed, flustered and happy, at her with one hand holding the dog's collar tightly. She started walking again. Oh, she was in such a good mood. Interacting with others always helped cheer her up. She just liked being around others... maybe even too much.

Well, now she had to go to her winding and Viyo walked with a slight spring in her step. After her winding, she would go to the library. They had sent a notice that a few books she had reserved were now in.

Then Viyo spotted the shop and hurried over to it. Through the tinted windows, her ice blue eyes could vaguely make out a few forms. Were some other dolls there as well? She grasped the handle and stepped inside. as soon as she did, Viyo gasped, her eyes widening. What had happened? The last time she was here, it was so neat and orderly...

She almost asked the other dolls what had happened. However, common sense told her that they did not know either.

"Hello, I'm guessing that something's happened to the doll maker..." Viyo paused, hesitating. "Have you found anything that may lead us to the information on what happened here?

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Raine Alba


After her wrath had been completely expelled on the sorry excuses for dolls, Raine found that she had a smile resting on her porcelain face. Ah, it always was a slight hobby of hers to put people where they should belong - especially if they were so forward with their faults that she really couldn’t help but seeing it. Hearing a clacking sound, she turned towards the child, who - to her greatest delight, was much shorter than she was, and less perfect as well.

In her hand, she held a red, dripping rag of paper, and Raine nearly turned away with a haughty sniff. There was no way that such a piece of trash would be useful in finding the keykeeper. He had just gotten scared of his heavy responsibility and ran. Well, it was just up to her to fetch him back again, giving him a short lesson while she was at it. “Look here, sweetling - ah, do not touch it, for your dress and skin are so fine-” The doll with the luxuriously brushed black tresses looked more closely at the piece of what she just realized was paper, as her glass eyes caught many of the details that had been inscribed.

The child amused her greatly, and there was a inkling of like for the language used. As the… Raine just noticed that despite all that she knew about the doll - she really couldn’t tell what gender the doll was… Maybe her overly sweet honorifics grated on her ears slightly, as it made her feel younger, when she was obviously younger, but she was much better than the rest of the companions she had been saddled with. “...Don’t you think, perhaps, Sagen may be of some interest?

Without looking at the faded texts, she could have told the doll that much already. Sagen was her home, and therefore, it was obvious that it would become important. But as Raine really found within her a kernel of burning dislike for the cowardly keykeeper, she forced herself to focus more intently on it. Yes, there was the ‘Sage’ and scanning it quickly, she noticed something alarming. Despite the fact that the system of straight lines appeared to be a map, Sagen was not organized in such a manner. Instead of a grid-like system, it was arranged in a wheel - so there must be something wrong with it. Neither did she recognize the plaza in the center.

She was just about to speak when yet another doll arrived. This one was jointless, yes, but pale like a blank canvas. Without a startling use of color, the newcomer was nothing more than a doll who was waiting to be finished. Raine blinked her golden eyes in sheer arrogance - waiting for the doll to draw her attention to her exquisitely-formed appearance. The doll herself wasn’t that badly made, but once again, she could only say that she was far more brilliant than she was. The glistening form of snow in no way could attempt to touch the light produced by the sun. “Hello, I’m guessing that something’s happened to the doll maker… Have you found anything that may lead us to the information on what happened here?

Raine was planning on ignoring her, but she couldn’t help but reach out with a statement, delivered with spite. “Well, I would tell you, but you’re jointless. I have found that throughout my entire existence, none of your generation are worth my time. If you would remain in the corner there, I would be very much obliged. I, personally, do not need anyone to get in my way. If you can prove that you have been gifted with a mind, be my guest.”

Then, turning back towards the child, she spoke in a slightly softer tone, although the volume of it was still loud enough to be heard… “So he has decided to run to Sagen in fear, is it? How impolite of him. I had spent so much time and effort commuting here for him, and now he decides to make my previous efforts useless.” The porcelain fingertips on her hands clacked together as she pressed them together in thought. “We’ll have to find him quickly - so there is no time to be wasting here.” Then, with a turn towards the doorway, she called back over her shoulder at the younger doll. “If you’d bring that and any other points of interests, we might as well make our way to the beautiful port city of Sagen.”

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#, as written by xKyrie
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Throughout their whole exchange, Cassandra had opted to listen closely at the conversation, all the while looking around the destroyed shop. Not that they were actually saying something important or worth taking note off, but for the amethyst-haired jointless doll it would be a great advantage to study the personalities of these beings.

It was because of these studies that she had learned to triumph any situation/problem she encountered.

Secretly scoffing at the obvious insults thrown towards the others and also advertently to her, Cassandra just let the “older” girl take control of the situation and dish out statements word after word.

‘This one is such a cranky old doll’, she can’t help thinking as she noticed her getting irritated even of the littlest things. The golden-eyed doll spoke as if she was someone of higher status—like what is normal for the jointed dolls, even if she had in many words plainly declared to all of them that she had no clue on what has happened in here. ‘And she dared to call us clueless and useless?’ She briefly made a face at the back of the speaker before arranging her expression into an innocent one- well, as innocent and weak she can be-.

Her head lowered as if in shame, and her hand clutched the parasol to her chest. Looking every inch helpless and inferior, she tried hard not to catch the black-haired doll’s eyes; bowing down and staring at the dirty ground.

‘If weak and inferior she think of us, then that is what she will get’, were Cassandra’s thoughts as she played the character to the fullest of her ability. Settling on this new approach (personality change), she waited expectantly to what the other dolls reaction will be.

It was natural for beings like them to be arrogant and proud. No doubt they had every reason to be. Not only were they beautiful and striking in appearance, the limitless time- their immortality, the grander skills and talents of dolls and sometimes the envy and bitterness of human themselves proved as a confirmation for the superiority of dolls overall the living creatures. It would assuredly be a surprise for them to see such a spineless doll.
In all truth though, getting back at the one-sided dialogue in front of her, she had been most tempted to leave as soon as the black-haired golden-eyed girl had stated about finishing the search for anything that could give clue to the key keeper’s whereabouts. If it was up to her she would not endure any longer the company of these unbearable presences. However once she had underwent an undeniably heavy weighing down of the positives and negatives and after regarding the other girls, she decided to stick around a little longer.

Though she was probably as vain and haughty as they are, Jaina Cassandra was more inclined with pursuing every means about a particular goal rather than getting sensitive and offended with the several insults directed at her. For the brown-eyed girl, though they were unknowing this moment, surely later on these jointed ones might find some clue about the location of the key-keeper.

From what she had gathered, it is duly confirmed that the-key keeper wasn’t here, though he was supposed to be. Not that the broken things hadn’t helped to serve as enough clue to what has happened, it still didn’t hurt her to be more certain. After all, it had been years, a time far too long since she last visited. Who knew what had changed since then?

Biting her tongue to control herself from retorting and speaking out loud in their presence, she waited until the first doll- the superior acting one, addressed them and uttered the possibility of travelling towards another place.

Ah, Sagen! One place she can deem to call a town of sin and pleasure . She had been to the place once, and that was a few years back. Her master had longed to see the port during that time. Finally after a lot of planning and effort, few weeks later they were given the permission to go and visit it.

Without a doubt, she could definitely say that she have enjoyed the trip. The most memorable vacation she ever had!

It wasn’t because of the location though- more so because of her companion. She could still clearly remember the moment that both of them were gazing at the sea, standing at the edge of the harbor. It had been such a warming and pleasant experience.

Comfortable silence had permeated over them, as they contented their selves with listening to the sounds of the waves crashing and the birds flapping their wings. No words were needed and even if they had only stayed there for such a short time, to her, it was one of the most treasured minutes she had experienced ‘til forever.

Too bad she couldn’t do that same thing now.

Instead, it seemed to her that she will be accompanied with uptight and stuck-up dolls on her second visit. ‘Jolly!’ She can’t help but do an inner monologue, hiding the scowl that was sure to grace her beautiful features.

With the right amount of shyness and awkwardness injected in her voice, she then questioned--stuttering while doing so, “I’m sorry if I might sound foolish… but, h-how do you plan on traveling to Sagen? I have never been to that... place and I heard that it’s a town that also serves as a port. What if there were pirates? Or drunkards?”

She then looked around, gripping tightly the parasol in her hands. She had performed her best, looking authentically weak and pathetic to everyone who’ll see her.

This acting was a game she had perfectly mastered. Especially when the duchess had ordered her to be imprisoned in a room away from the young heir-- this activity had grown to be a past time. There were only few who have seen through her act, and even then, she made it certain to not intentionally reveal her bluff until the very end… or if not, until she gets bored.

((I'm willing to edit anything you guys might find wrong in this post. :> Sorry for the grammar inconsistencies. []__[]

Edit: I forgot to change the place!! >.< Sorry! ))

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Day 0, Hour 1, Minute 02

Raine Alba


Raine took a brief glance around the building for one final time. Overcome with shock from the pigsty inside and her missing key, she had previously not been able to look around herself. There was really nothing of interest beyond those two pieces of paper that the genderless child had already shown her - but there was no way that Raine would idly follow someone else’s opinion. She was going to have to take a look herself. Paying no real attention to the ground, she walked towards the chair that lay on its side. Peering at the ruined brown wood carefully, she ran one hand against it - although she could literally feel nothing. One more fearless step later, she let out her breath with a harsh sound as her flawless feet stepped on something hard and pointy. The black-haired doll carefully stepped backwards before picking up a twisted silver glasses frame.

A face flashed in front of her face - that of the keykeeper himself. Watery brown eyes obscured by glasses along with cropped dark hair. His features were the same as any other human, and at least to Raine, there was no way that one would be able to recognize him in a crowd. He was unremarkable in every way… But that wasn’t important. At the very least, she would recognize her key anywhere. The jointed doll twisted the glasses between her hands before tossing it into the fire without sparing it a backwards glance.

It was then that she was distracted by her mindless meandering through the area by a sound. So, someone was speaking, were they? The … jointless one. She looked extremely demure, which, while pleasing Raine greatly, seemed to be at odds with her slightly revealing clothing. Still, it seemed as though the jointless one realized exactly the gap between the two beings. “I’m sorry if I might sound foolish…” she spoke in a similarly timid voice, while Raine’s glass eyes flashed with amusement. Watching those inferior to her making fools out of their foolish selves was ever so funny. “but, h-how do you plan on traveling to Sagen? I have never been to that … place and I heard that it’s a town that also serves as a port. What if there were pirates? Or drunkards?

Listening to the idiot insult her precious home had Raine momentarily clenching her fists. But she quickly relaxed. Such a human display of emotion was beneath her, being a doll and all, so instead she faced the jointless doll with a patronizing smile. “Now, now, you. I don’t recall inviting you in any way. I wouldn’t want your jointless self to contaminate my belongings, you see. It’s nothing personal - just a complaint about how completely marred you are. Your imperfect might mar myself, jointless.” But maybe she would need a porter. Raine was ever so conscious of the ticking clock inside herself as she slowly unravelled. She only had two days left to chase down that cowardly keykeeper, and well - having some extra hands would be helpful.

“Don’t speak of Sagen that way,” she admonished the younger being. “It’s absolutely safe. I had thought that was common sense even amongst those who knew nothing, such as yourself.” She coughed gently for emphasis before continuing. Once again, Raine was not going to stop talking even if anyone dared interrupt. Her voice was loud enough to carry even should someone speak. “The more … unsavory members you have mentioned stick to their own districts - there is nothing to fear. If you’re going to come as well, you may as well walk there; it’ll take you perhaps two days if you have the willpower to continue. That is, unless you have something to offer me?...Can you carry heavy loads? Wash clothing? Do you have a way to pay for your passage? I don’t usually take on extra weight, but I’ll make you an exception - coin will do if you can’t do anything else.”