Fantasy World Creations

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RP Details (#post_livingdoll)
Characters (#post_Characters)
Victoria (#post_Victoria)
Edward (Elias) (#post_Elias)


Living Doll
This is a one on one roleplay between Ella and Throndir. Please do not post here without our permission.

Setting: Victorian Era England
Day, Month, Year: November 1880
Time of Day: Mid-Morning
Weather: Cool

Story so far: The living doll, Victoria, and her carriage driver are stuck in a small town while replacement wheels for her carriage are being made and installed. To keep herself occupied, she explores the town and its surroundings during the day and exploring the inn and reading books in the inn's library/study at night. Elias, a lone traveling magician, shows up in the town and chooses to stay at the same inn in which Victoria is staying. Victoria sees Elias using his doll as part of his performance that night and it piques the girl's interest. While leaving the main room to retire to his sleeping quarters, Elias notices the doll-like girl sitting in the corner. However, the two do not meet until early the next morning when Elias happens across Victoria reading in the library/study.

Name: Victoria Edevane
Race: Doll with Human Soul
Age: Doll Body Appears 17, Soul is 20, Born: 1860
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Green
Height: 5'0"
Status: Lady
Possessions: Her father's book on alchemy, chest of clothes, chest of assorted items & necessities, purse, and other items (to be decided).
Personality: Because of everything she has gone through, and because of the emotions she had while going through the soul transfer, her face often shows a look of a mixture of sadness and pain, but also that of love when she is not trying to show other emotions. Even if some other emotion is affecting her, that emotion will only show through if she tries or forces her face to form that expression.

Victoria is a bookworm. She learned to love books, as they had been her only source of getting to know the world outside before the transfer. When she started traveling, she continued to read here and there, but usually at night or on cold rainy days. She spent more time watching scenery pass by while in her carriage or exploring when not riding.
Past/About Victoria:Victoria was named after Queen Victoria and was born during her reign in 1860. Her mother was Irish, and she was born in Ireland, but since her father was an English lord, she grew up in Great Britain.

Victoria was once a human, but a very sickly human. She had a weak heart, making it so that she could not handle excitement in her life or else her heart would beat faster and she would get very sick. This meant that she was kept in the house and away from things that would excite her. Her father, who loved his daughter very much, wanted to do everything he could to make it so that his daughter could one day live a normal life. From her 4th birthday, he had been studying magic and alchemy so that he could give her a better body.

When she was 17 years and 3 months old, Victoria became fatally ill after the death of her mother. Although he knew that he couldn't make a true flesh and blood body, her father had decided that the only way to save her life would be to transfer her soul into that of the body she had been working on. This body was a life-size doll body that looked exactly like her. He had been hoping to make it into a true human-like body, but the doll form had to work or else his daughter would die. Unfortunately, the soul transfer from her body to the doll body required more energy and life force than she could give with her true body. Realizing this, her father gave up his own life so that she could live.

Although she inherited her family's entire fortune, she was not satisfied with just staying put. Her father had given his life for her, and she would not put that in vain. Now, she travels around the world, learning new things and trying to find a place of her own in the world that she never truly belonged to.

As long as her soul never escapes the doll, she will live forever inside of it. Though her skin looks like porcelain, it is a lot tougher, but not unbreakable. Should it crack, her soul would escape.

Name: Edward (Elias) Ames
Quote: "Well met good lady."
Occupation: Travelling performer (music, ventriloquism, magic tricks)
Other Skills: Puppet-crafting, juggling
Age: 24
Hair: Dark
Eyes: Light brown
Height: Tall
Possessions: Liza (doll), locked chest of items, wagon, two black Shire horses, mandolin, magic tricks bag, other items (to be decided).
Background Story: Orphaned by a master doll maker at an early age, Edward had always been interested in his father?s trade, that and the magic tricks he had seen street performers showcase from time to time. Years under his master's tutelage have taught him many things, and though his master taught him the ways of doll-crafting, in his spare time Edward practiced simple magic tricks; It was a hobby of his as he learned to carve wood or shape clay to make the dolls. Edward was always bright, smiling as he went about his task, happy to help his master or even enjoy the tricks he had seen he himself or others perform.

It was like this for many years until one day tragedy struck. His master, the person who had adopted him, died suddenly, quick and mysteriously as he was found dead one morning. Edward was still young when it had happened, and all he had left to fall back on were the small magic tricks he had started years ago. He stopped venturing into his master's shop, or even touch any of his old carpentry, wood tools, clay, and moldings to create dolls.

For a year after the event, Edward lived sullenly until a travelling band of performers, seeing his display of magic tricks, took him under their wing; he was given the stage name Elias. As Edward matured and grew with his newly found family, thoughts his old mentor, who had taught many things and still considered to be his father, continued to haunt him. Nevertheless he kept an open spirit and mind, never losing the sly smile he had always carried with him. But for the ones that really do know him, they'll see the almost sad whisper behind his eyes.

Elias frowned as he made his way to the inn he saw at a distance. He had just arrived at the town; it was already late evening and the sun had already begun to set, already the cold winds had started to blow. He had wanted to arrive earlier, to be able to practice some of his puppeteering, play his mandolin, and perhaps show some magic tricks that would earn him some coin, but his late arrival was a result of him enjoying the sights and sounds as he made his way to the town.

The last time he had been to this town was when he was still in the company of the travelling band of performers that had took him in and taught him years ago. The sights had made him remember what it was like travelling with the group which resulted in a slight smile that quickly disappeared again as the cold wind blew against his features. He pulled his coat around him closer and nodded to an elegant doll that he held on his right hand.

"Well Liza, it looks like we enter town again on a cold night." Elias said in an almost sing-song voice. "But at the very least warm lodging awaits us." Before them was the inn; it was two stories high, and looking at the lack of carriages and horses around he assumed there would be a free room in the inn.

The traveler hopped off his wagon as he drifted his hand across one of the two black shire horses that pulled his wagon.

He was greeted by a stable-hand who gladly helped take his horses to a stable. When that was done and after he had chained the wagon to a nearby post, he made his way to the door of the inn, taking nothing except the doll. When he opened the door he was greeted by the light of a fire burning in the fireplace.

The coin flipped high in the air as the onlookers stared at what Elias had done. Eyeing the coin closely as it flew in the air and landed back down in Elias? opened palm, the onlookers watched dumfounded and amazed. The copper penny coin that Elias had flipped into the air landed back and somehow transformed into a silver shilling. One large man sitting with Elias laughed warmly and heartily as he commented on the display.

"So you are able to do some tricks. Show us another!" The large man said. The little boy that had clung to the large man perked up.

"That was amazing." The boy exclaimed as his eyes widened examining the silver coin. And with that the other spectators nodded in agreement. Some of the other visitors turned their attention towards Elias, though most tried to hide the fact they did so, busying them selves with reading a paper, or sipping tea as they chatted with their seat mates - though it was easy to tell that part of their attention was on the performer.

"Yes, do show us something interesting oh great traveler." Elias said, lightening his already sing-song voice, making it sound feminine, as he moved his doll in a gesture that only made the others chuckle lightly.

"I most certainly will for these fine gentlemen. Not for you." Elias eyed his doll almost menacingly.

"Hmph." Liza replied. The little boy chuckled. Elias then took a coin and told the boy to look closely. Placing his hand over the item Elias told him he?d be able to push the coin through the table as he placed his other hand beneath the table as if to "catch" it. Rubbing the coin in a circular motion for a few seconds, Elias eventually and slowly removed his hand. The coin was gone. Within moments he pulled out his other hand from beneath the table and showed the boy the coin.

The magician entertained his crowd for awhile, showing them small tricks he could perform without the need for any elaborate setup. To the delight of the young boy he practiced his ventriloquism, moving Liza as if she was real and making her respond and react when people least expected it. It was through this that Elias decided that the day was done. He previously rented a room for himself, being handed a key, he made his way towards the stairs that would lead to the rooms.

As he walked, he noticed what looked to be a young girl, no more than 16 or perhaps 17. But there was something about her that caught his eye. Elias only had a cursory glance, but she looked to be too pristine. Her hair, her eyes, and her skin, clothed in an elegant dress gave pause to the traveler who had always been observant. There was something particular about her. Somehow, the girl looked familiar, though what it was Elias could only have guessed.

The magician woke up early the next morning. He had always made it a habit to do so for as long as he could remember. Elias liked the early day when most people were still asleep. It was usually always peaceful and quiet, and it was during this time that he felt the most comfortable. If he were outside the city travelling between towns, as what was usually the case, he would always breathe in the fresh morning air and practice his mandolin, listening to the light musical sounds that it made. He loved being able to greet the day and the new sun; it became a habit for him to usually always continue his journeys again at the beginning of the day, of course, after spending sometime on his mandolin.

However, this time around Elias was in a town rather than travelling in between them so instead he chose the next best thing to do; explore. It wasn?t something necessary for his profession, but he liked to be able to walk around and see sights. He was always the curious one; exploring the inn as well as the town afterwards was something that he wanted to do. It was one of the things that he liked about being a travelling performer. He had meant to explore his lodging the day before, but the long journey and the chance to be in front of a crowd had made the man change his mind, and instead keep the company of the others and then turn himself in for the night after his performance; he felt he had needed the rest.

It didn?t take Elias too long to explore the inn. He had met some of the older innkeepers and maids which Elias greeted and once in awhile would have a small pleasant conversation with talking about nothing in particular. Though, oftentimes, they would comment about the doll that Elias carried along with him. Smiling always, and usually nodding his head or giving a slight bow, Elias had always done the same routine. He would say that it was part of the performance, leaving it to just that. Usually people would drop that part of the conversation then, but for those times that they didn?t, Elias would always showcase the doll again; making Liza move, or talk, or both at the same time.

He had eventually made his way to the kitchen where he met the old maid who helped prepare the food. After a few words and some prompting, the old maid let Elias help her. It wasn?t much, and even though the magician claimed that he was indeed a rather good chef, the maid, for the most part, only let him do the small tasks. When they had finally parted, Elias managed to get a new recipe, as well as a couple of English muffins he had helped prepare.

The rest of his explorations had nothing else of particular import, until however, he made his way to the study. Though it wasn?t something Elias had always done, he would always venture into the local library, or look through books to see if there were any that helped in his trade. Many of the tricks, skills, and knowledge he knew came from books, save of course for his time with his mentor long ago and the travelling band of performers he had once accompanied. It was there that Elias saw the young lady from last night. Yet again, the performer felt that the person seemed a bit different, and like yesterday evening he could not tell what it was.

That, of course, did not stop him greeting the lady. He bowed formally, smiling, and letting his puppet Liza bow along with him.

"Hail and well met good lady." He said.

"Good morning!" Liza quipped.

Travelling many towns and cities throughout the country, Elias had always enjoyed meeting new people. In fact, one could even argue that his whole profession rotated around that very idea. He had learned very early in his career when he was still among the travelling band that making connections were one of the most important things; perhaps even more so than the tricks and shows that a performer could accomplish. Though his reasoning was sound, and it was true that he would have still greeted anyone he would have met early in that Inn, he still couldn?t shrug of the fact that this person in front of him seemed a bit different, though, like the night before, he could not tell what it was.

"Elias." The man replied smiling finishing her sentence. "I am simply called Elias. And what, may I ask, is your-" But his question was stopped short as Elias? doll moved and started to lightly ?hit? the man?s face. In an almost irritated sounding voice the doll spoke.

"Do not forget to introduce me as well. You would do well to remember that Mr. Elias." The doll seemed to have said, stressing the man?s name Elias as if it sounded foreign. The magician simply stared at the doll for a moment until he shrugged and sighed. Elias was about to say something again when, like before, he was cut off short. "No sighing either, it?s not everyday you get to introduce me."

"And this here..." Elias said as he raised an eyebrow to the doll that he held. "Is Liza." With that the two bowed again.

Light brown eyes glistened as Victoria greeted him. Complements were always welcome and Elias couldn't help but smile sincerely at the positive reaction to his small tricks he had done the previous night. Pulling himself from his formal bow just moments before, he nodded once and proceeded to take out three of the English muffins he had stored neatly wrapped in cloth.

In a single motion he had put away the cloth, and a moment after that the pieces of bread flew in the air one after the other. Liza, Elias' doll, was still placed on his right hand, but it was something Elias expected and planned. For as the first of the muffins came spiraling downwards, Liza's hands deftly caught it, and threw it back into the air, only to catch another muffin moments later. Repeating this process, Elias kept his eyes trained on the flying muffins, using his freehand and Liza to juggle the items continuously.

"A performer I'd like to say."

"Which is the same thing as a magician I'd like to say." Liza remarked. Elias scoffed at her response, raising an eyebrow again to the doll he carried.

After a few complete circuits of juggling, Elias had eventually stopped. The last muffin fell into Liza's outstretched hands. Taking a step forward, Elias pushed Liza closer to Victoria.

"Breakfast?" Liza said, offering the muffin to Victoria, a playful tone of voice that seemed to echo from the doll.

Soft cloth covered a nearby table as Elias placed the muffins on them. Though they sat there unmoving getting cooled by the morning temperatures, they were still warm as they still recently came from the kitchen ovens. The man watched the old chef in the morning bake the English muffins, and since he hadn't really eaten much the night before, to Elias at least the food looked very tasty. He wondered why the young lady in front of him 'cannot eat breakfast', but he shrugged it off and figured that perhaps the lady had already eaten, or perhaps she simply just chose to skip breakfast.

"You've already eaten then good lady?" He asked more from curiosity than anything else. Though, even if she hadn't, he knew there were others who decided to skip the meal and instead eat something light such as tea and crumpets. There was a chance that the young lady before him now just chose to skip the meal. Elias on the other hand always treasured the morning rituals, including that of breakfast. With that in mind, he split a piece from the bread on the napkin and put it to his lips.

He changed his mind though a moment later as he looked towards the girl. The performer looked at the young lady curiously as he started to take a seat on the couch across from her, pointing towards the seat.

"May I sit here?" He asked disarmingly.

"I give myself my own voice!" Liza replied as Elias smiled and took his seat. "Mr. Elias just simply carries me around." Liza said, again stressing the name Elias as if it was a foreign sounding name. Not a moment later, it looked like the doll was making herself comfortable on Elias' lap while the magician himself just smiled all along. He sighed after his doll's statement though. But a moment later he grinned. Instead of eating the first piece that he pulled from the English muffin, he placed it back down on the napkin, beside the rest of the larger pieces of bread. He looked at it for a moment, only to move his eyes upwards and back towards Victoria, seemingly staring at her curiously.

"It's a pity. Breakfast's one of the most important meals of the day. As said by my very first mentor." He pulled his doll, Liza, closer to him, and made it look like that the doll was sitting on his lap, looking towards the lady Victoria.

"The kind maid in the kitchen prepared it well too! They are really tasty." Elias nodded, agreeing with the statement.

"Yes, and it's a pity that Liza can't have any." Elias made the doll turn around a bit towards him. In that moment Elias took up that piece of bread he placed down earlier, picked it up, and a moment later had quickly eaten the muffin. "Because Liza, it'll all be gone quite very soon."

"It takes practice. As with all things... Speaking dolls that is." The puppeteer smiled again, his eyes strangely twinkling.

When the newcomer came in, who was apparently some sort of servant for the lady Victoria, Elias bowed his head slightly. He always tried to show the same deference as what was given to him, though, being of his stature as a performer, he didn't too often receive such show of pleasantries. He took it all in stride however as he turned once again towards Victoria.

"Some years ago." Elias replied. Victoria's question elicited memories to come back to the performer; of times light and filled with the company of the travelling group of performers. He had since left them, though there were many times when he wished he had their company again. If only to quell the sometimes lonely journeys between villages, towns, and cities.

"This was in fact one of the very first towns I performed in. It was years ago, but perhaps someone here still remembers it." Elias chuckled, a soft-sounding and warm chortle. "Of course I wasn't as good then as I am now."

"Oh he was horrible!" Liza said. Elias in turn sent his doll a look as if to say he wasn't amused. "So very horrible!" Elias coughed, but he paid the doll no heed.

"And you lady Victoria? What brings one such as yourself to this fair town?"

Perhaps it was a good thing that Elias hadn't explored the town last night, and instead spent the morning roaming around the inn. After all, he wouldn't have been able to enjoy the time spent with lady Victoria, or even the other guests and innkeepers. When Victoria asked if he wanted to join her to see the rest of the town, Elias couldn't help but smile and bow.

"It has been a few years since I have come here. Certainly there may be some things that have changed since then. As it stands, lady Victoria, you know more about the sights in this town than I do, and would love to accompany you on this small adventure." After having said that, the performer stood straight up again.

"We'll see if any of the town's inhabitants still remember my old troupe Cirque Plume. Or at least the handsome young juggler who performed for them years back." Elias said, a twinkle in his eye.

"Handsome? Uh-huh. Su-ure you are." If Elias heard, he pretended not to hear.

With a bright dazzling smile, Elias bowed formally again - graceful and slow with a practiced manuever. He held the position for just a moment longer until he finally straightened back as his eyes met the lady Victoria Edevane's again. There was an almost giddy sparkle, or excitement, in the performer's eyes when he replied back to the lady.

"I look forward to exploring the town with you lady Victoria." He simply replied. Elias was glad he would have company to explore the town again. Not that the town was particularly large to warrant company to make the trip feel shorter, but company always seemed to make the adventure even more enjoyable. Seeing the sights had always been a part of the small pleasures of life Elias took in with a sense of gratitude, and because of the fact that he hadn't been in the town for a few years now, surely there must have been things that have changed. The town served as a special reminder too for the performer; the town being one of the first ones he had visited and performed for. It was an understatement to say he was looking forward to exploring the town; Elias was excited.

"Then I shall see you in the main room within an hour." Elias made his way towards the door, opening it, he stood by at the side, waiting for the lady Edevane to exit first.

After the lady Victoria disappeared off into her the corridors going to her own personal quarters, Elias promptly started heading towards the main room. He had visited it a couple of times already during the night before and this morning after, so he knew just the perfect place to sit and wait. It was at a comfortable chair looking out towards a window with the view of the garden-like scenery that made up the entrance to the inn. The sight was calming, and though it was on its way of becoming winter, the inn's choice of foliage were of the type to last longer until the chill winds would finally deaden the greenery.

The hallways were still rather empty, and Elias made his way slowly towards the main room. His steps were light, and there was a certain smile to his facade as he carried Liza along with him. He had bumped into one of the staff, and after a quick greeting and a formal bow from Elias he was rewarded with a genuine smile from the old maid as she continued dusting the tables. The inn was indeed quiet this morning, though he noticed that there were signs that other visitors had already woken up and left to go about their own business. Elias would join them soon, but unlike many of the other travelers, Elias would have some company; at least to explore the town.

When the performer finally reached the main room, he instead went out the door, making his way to his wagon which was still neatly chained to the post. The morning wind was cool, though it wasn't as cold as the brisk winds the night before, Elias realized some would probably think the morning temperature as cold as well. But the temperature didn't bother the performer, rather he relished how the cool winds felt. He moved to a chest on the wagon, which was bolted down to the wagon itself, opened it with a key, and pulled out an instrument; his mandolin. With his instrument on hand, and Liza on the other, he made his way yet again into the inn.

There was still no one in sight, though the old innkeeper did raise his head to acknowledge Elias' entering. Elias raised the mandolin, which prompted the old man to nod his head appreciatively. With that, Elias made his way to the seat he originally planned to sit on, and with a few strokes of his fingers, the mandolin in his hands started playing a gentle tune.

The performer couldn't help but smile widely at the compliment as he stood up and again bowed formally to the lady. True he would have liked having a large audience, but there was also something almost invaluable to performing for just a few listeners. It was moer personal and calm, in that sense it was something beautiful. In truth however, Elias simply could not pass off the opportunity to play. It was his own way of greeting the new morning and to enjoy what time was left until the arrival of the lady Edevane.

"Elias Ames at your service." He said elaborately. "I am pleased that you enjoyed the piece of music." The performer stood up as he gathered his belongings and took Liza back into his arms.

"Lets explore that town shall we?"