Description
Name: Pandora Kimblee
Age: Appears to be 19
Sex: Female
Race: Eternal / Doll (Forever young and immortal...but plagued with strange colouringā¦)
Is originally from a completely different world to this one, yet stumbled into Japan, but not born. So sometimes has a habit of starting sentences in Japanese or, using social etiquette.
Alchemist Name: "The chessboard Alchemist"
Transmutation Circles: On fingertips
Description:
The first thing someone would notice about Pandora, would be her unusually coloring. As it is absent of color, only black and white, which sometimes can be a little awkward when meeting new people. Another, would be her soft, doll like appearance. Regularly seen sat alone some place, resting away the hours.
-Eyes: Black
-Hair: Black and sometimes white, ringlet and toward her mid back.
-Figure: Quite a lithe looking young woman, though she can hold her own when needs be.
-Skin tone: Mainly white.
Moods/Ailments: Lonely
Personality
Likes: Gothic Lolita, soft things (pillows, comforters), sugar cubes, Spiders and snakes, chess, pocky, anything sweet.
Dislikes: Bright lights, large crowds, people not understanding personal space, feeling lost.
Very shy and very nervous around those she doesnāt know, though is easily able to warm up as soon as she gets to know a person. She tends to avoid large crowds unless it is necessary but is often seen alone. Though, it would seem....that her mind is a little....undone at times, as she comes across as quite macabre. She often hides away, due to many people regarding her as unfit to be among them, but only wishes to be accepted and not instantly shunned. With hatred burning at her feet, she can turn quickly into states of panic, where in which, inflicting horrible scratches created in this frantic, tormented state.
History
History
Pandoraās history is a very complicated one, as Pandora is obviously not human. She was created in a world, that mirrors one such like this one, yet everything is set into black and white-as if the lord had set to be the vision behind the lens of a black and white camera. Pandora is the creation of an elderly scientist, that longed for a child. However, shortly after finishing Pandora, giving her a body made from the work of technology that surpasses anything known, and mixing it with flesh, he passed away. He made her pure, gave her knowledge, and died to give her life.
After this, Pandora remained in the home of her creator, yet before long she came across information that her father had another child, a boy to be precise, though he had disappeared long before Pandora was ābornā. One day, while she tended to the garden, Pandora came across a bright red rabbit. Having never come across this vibrant colour before she followed it, rushing after it into the forest until she stumbled out the other side into what would be known as Japan.
From then on, she made her life there, and decided to travel around the world until she came upon this land, and decided to stay. Once here, she found out about something called Alchemy, and, that there was a whole military with it as a major force.
Taking it upon herself, she traveled to the city, and came to meet a man by name of Zolf, whom, was known as the Crimson Alchemist. Instantly, she fell in love with him, devoting her life to following him, until he finally returned her feelings, all be many many years later and the two became wed.
So begins...
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-up to that strange haunting cresent.
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Pandora Kimblee blinked softly as she felt the material rip, eyes wide as she squealed softly. "Oh, Xin im sorry..." She admitted, raising her hands upward in defense as she bit down on her bottom lip. "I...well...i just got traveling...and sort of found myself here." She informed it lightly, lightly, she blushed, glancing back down to her bottle of sake. "Well...im glad that your here anyway...its been a little lonely...among all these strangers." Pandora admitted with a soft sorrowful sigh, sneezing somewhat into her handkerchief she coughed, holding it over her mouth as she breathed. "Not too many people hold a familiarity with technology either...which, also is a little depressing....but the sake is good." She said, trying to add something of a plus side to her many downfalls of this place. Biting down lightly to her bottom lip, she thought deeply, the sounds of crying within the room penetrating her thoughts, angrily, she glared about before looking back up to Xin. "This...is a very strange place...."
Pandora Kimblee gave a small sigh, she knew that Zolf wouldn't bother coming into a place like this, no matter how much she asked it of him. Even if she did have his hat, which, remained on the table in front of her. Looking about the tavern, she bit down upon her bottom lip hesitantly. Clad within a black and white checkerboard skirt, fitted to her frame with quite a high waist, a black blouse for a top with a matching checkerboard scarf tied about her neck. She had yet, had reason to move from her seat.
Pandora Kimblee looked over at the bar as it seemed that the bartender was having some trouble with the am mount of people gathered around it,she thought that it might have been best that she left him alone. Playing with the white hat before her, fingertips softly gliding down the edge of it as she was filled with memories of all the times he wore it, Zolf was the world to her, as she was to him...she was sure of it. Every time she looked into his golden eyes, she saw a gleam of what she thought was affection. For now she sat bored, unable to really focus on anything bar her husband.
Pandora Kimblee gave a small sigh as she pushed back ringlets of white hair from her white features, lithe fingers becoming intertwined with the locks of hair she swept back. Moving through the bar, she soon found herself a suitable place to sit, black dress fitted to her figure as contrasting white lace hemming seemed to make it appear very Victorian in fashion. As it was true, that Pandora had a wide wardrobe, all be it within the two shades, it was wide none the less. She sat, and waited, eyes glancing about the place as she was in something of desperate need of sake.
Pandora Kimblee had set her chin to the palm of her hand, eyes glazed for a moment before she was snapped rudely out of her daydream. Blinking quickly at such an odd question, she turned to face this...oddly outspoken male. Eyes registering him quickly, before she tried to make up her mind weather or not she should speak. "Well...no...im sorry..." Pandora commented lightly, bringing a hand toward the back of her neck to rub gingerly, as this male seemed to bring up some sort of unrest amongst her circuitry.
Pandora Kimblee gave a soft furrow of her brow as she remained quite confused, "Excuse me? I'm not sure i quite understand what it is you are trying to find out from me..." She replied with a small nervous smile, eyebrows still knitted together with worry. She had, tried to remain in a human like state, hardly opening any panels to her wires underneath in public, if it could be helped...so she wondered just how this...man could assume that she was cybernetic. There was plenty of other strange beings found in the bar, so she couldn't have been the only one made from two colors.
Pandora Kimblee gently pressed her fingertips lightly to the front of her throat, "But....i thought my voice system...was...perfect..." She squeaked softly, eyes watering somewhat as she felt quickly downhearted by his statement, however, this programmed feeling didnt last all too long when he came to mention her name. It was true, she had only spoken it to about two people since arriving here, but, she had no idea who this man was, or what he eventually wanted from her. "I...yes....how do you...know that?" She questioned him, swallowing slowly with nervousness, bringing her hand back to the control panel at the back of her neck, keeping fingertips pressed gently against it to help re-insure her.
Pandora Kimblee looked at him, slowly biting down on her bottom lip, "Well...Doctor...it still doesn't explain how it is you came to know me by name..." She replied, frame turning gently to look away from him, ears gave a twitch as her audio scanning picked up a number of new things. Glancing toward the door, she saw quite an interesting mingle of people, one crowd seemed to be together, and, another woman that looked as nervous as she felt. "Well...what is it you want from me?" She questioned lightly.
Pandora Kimblee blinked at the Doctor, she had found him to be very strange, "Friend? Please...stop being so vague with me..." She commented, "Or do i need to call my husband?" She added, figuring, that it might have been time to end this conversation, or...had it actually been Zolf that spoke to this male? She often wondered what it was that he did in his spare time away from her, but surely he wasnt so insecure as to have someone keep tabs on her? Looking at the Doctor, she was glad, in some respects, to the fact that he was speaking to someone else...which, gave her time to slowly slip off behind the bar to fetch herself a drink.
Pandora Kimblee hoped, that nothing of the overly strange sort would happen today, as, she had decided to bring along Zolf, whilst It was still quiet of course. She knew that being around stranger beings than she, made him uneasy, though he would never admit it to her; she knew it all the same. Wearing a fitted, black skirt, accompanied by a white business blouse it seemed as if the two of them had just returned from some sort of business gathering of powers. It could be said, that this was the truth, however, Zolf, with a glare deep within his burning golden eyes, appeared none to happy. Zolfās large hand pushed against the door, holding it open as Pandora ducked under his outstretched arm, and inside. Glancing around before looking back at Zolf, his sharp, white suit contrasting against the dark wood within the bar, however, his burning gaze was enough to alight the whole room.
Pandora Kimblee looked up at Zolf as he let out a small, almost inaudible growl, she understood as to why, but, in a way she really wished that he could have been more accepting. Looking downward, as his hand wrapped slowly about her curved waist, he leaned toward her, whispering, very softly into her ear. āI donāt want to be hereā¦.ā Of course, Pandora knew this would happen, but she smiled lightly, and reached up to his head, plucking off the white hat that he wore and nibbled on the edge of the rim. Wide, black eyes looking upward at him softly, āPlease Zolfy-kunā¦.donāt be so grumpyā¦.ā She murmured through the nibbles of his hat.
Pandora Kimblee took Zolfās hat away, black eyes cast about the room as she saw a young boy walk down, and then, spied the cookies, eyes, widened happily as she was secretly a huge sugar junkie, and actually, carried about with her a small little pocket full of sugar cubes for her small cravings. However, with Zolf there, as she began to drift toward the cookies that the young boy had, he snapped hold of the back of Pandoraās collar, firm grip tight as he pulled her back to him. āNo.ā He said firmly, tall frame glaring down at her, guilt starting to seep as he saw those pouting, sad lips.
Pandora Kimblee felt Zolfās chest rumble with a growl as he glared down at her, before he looked up at the bar. āLetsā¦just get a drinkā¦.ā He said slowly, hooking his arm about her waist as she smiled upward at him, before looking toward the cookies hungrily. Leaning against the counter, arms crossed with one over the other as she lent her half outward, feeling, a lot more outgoing now that Zolf was with her, yet he stood, next to her, seeming as uneasy as anything. Golden eyes glanced down to her, spotting that yearning look for sugar as he heaved a small sigh, reaching his fingers into the inside pocket of his jacket he removed a small, white sugar cube.
Pandora Kimblee couldnāt help but relate somewhat to what the young, blond haired boy was saying, her attention, however, was distracted, by Zolfās hand, to which, was brought about her face, hand softly resting against her cheek as he turned her face toward him. Blinking, surprised by this action, with his other hand, which held the small sugar cube, moved forth, and pressing the cube softly to her lips. Upon receiving this sugary treat, Pandora blushed deeply, feeling the sugar start to dissolve on her tongue.
Pandora Kimblee smiled, cheeks blushing as she was happy to have the sugar cube, looking upward at Zolf, his golden eyes looking down at her with a mild softness. However, Pandora registered, a familiar voice, known to be the Doctor. He, who accosted her the other night, as to what sort of cybernetic being she was, to which, caused a great amount of discomfort. Slowly, she let her eyes trail back upward to Zolf, āYou see that manā¦over thereā¦heās the one I was telling you aboutā¦ā She whispered very softly, pressing to the front of his chest as his eyes snapped up to glare at him, wrapping an arm about her small frame as he narrowed eyes darkly. āReallyā¦wellā¦maybe I shouldā¦go and speak with himā¦ā He hissed, his voice filled with venom.
Pandora Kimblee felt Zolfās whole body tense up as he spotted the Doctor, doing everything within her power to try and keep him calm. āNow lovelyā¦pleaseā¦its alrightā¦why donāt we have a nice drink?ā She questioned softly, bringing her hands up to reach either side of his face, as Zolf, glared, eyes fixed on his target as his palms itchedā¦eyes envisioning the wonderful bomb that that Doctor male could makeā¦to create him into something as magnificentā¦yet, his thoughts were distracted by Pandora, her lips finding their way onto his own, eyes, slowly closing as he became sort of, lost, for a moment.
Pandora Kimblee entered into the bar, after making sure that Zolf was back at home, and not risking turning anything into a bombā¦.she did worry for him sometimes, and came to wonder, if, he really had become mellow over time? Anywayā¦her frame had changed clothing since earlier, as she had the opportunity while at home to do so. Now, she was within a simple pair of black trousers and a white fitted blouse-black tie hung loosely about her neck as her hair was set into two low pony tails. Hanging from the corner of her mouth was a warm chocolate pop tart, to which, she munched on happily, within her little daydream as she slowly moved in the direction of the bar counter.
Pandora Kimblee looked around, suddenly feeling a strange amount of male presence that just became known, blinking somewhat, she thought, that it might not have been such a good idea to leave Zolf at home. However, she was allowed to eat that lovely chocolately goodness that was the pop tart. Glancing around again, she took in who it was that was actually there, registering their faces for a split second, and then spotting the object of some humor. Feeling a subconscious tug on her lips, forming a smile, she moved toward the other side of the bar, looking around for something to drink.
Pandora Kimblee couldnāt decide on what it was that she should drink, not, exactly being a connoisseur of alcoholic beverages, she really, needed something of a hand to decide what it was she would likeā¦other than her usual sake. She was feeling adventurous, be it the sugar rush to which her chocolate treat had induced, or, just the fact that she was feeling in an extremely happy mood that day-or, well, programmed to be anyway. Lithe white fingers tapped against the edges of the bottles, biting softly down on her bottom lip, indecisiveness eating away at her as she picked up a bottle to random, and tried to read the description on the back.
