Individual RP

{-the doll-} Jane (Closed)

Name: "My name is Jane," she said with no emotion.

Age: She hesitated but answered after a few minutes. "I was fifteen years old two years ago."

Looks: Jane has white long hair that curls at then ends, sometimes neatly kept in a bun or in a sophisticated braid. She has very pale skin, emphasizing her bright blue eyes and her pinkish lips. Jane likes to wear black or violet dresses.

Gender: "I am a female," she brushed her long white hair with a doll-like brush, absolutely no emotion on her face.

Sexuality: "I prefer males . . . as do every other female in my town.

Likes: "I have no preference."

Dislikes: "I have no dislikes either. A doll is incapable of having feelings. As a human, you should know that."

Backstory: You live in a world where there are two types of dwellers. There are the humans and there are the dolls. Dolls are people who have died before and have been given a choice to either continue living or to pass away. It was never ordered, but dolls have been treated as trash in society. They had no purpose anymore. Yes, they were smart but they had absolutely no emotion. They would never bleed. Most of the humans make a living out of doll hunting. They have to shoot the doll directly between the eyes. Once they do, a blue orb comes out of them, which is worth a lot of money. But that job is illegal.

Jane was once human. She was a happy girl, who lived with her single mother. Her father had died back when she was still a little girl. After that, her mother never married. Jane was against her having a new boyfriend because she loved her father so much. When she was fifteen, a detective about her mother's age, told them that her father's death was no suicide. It was murder. Her mother is shocked to hear that and the detective helps her uncover her husband's murder. As they work together for a few months, they develop mutual feelings for each other. Jane noticed and had a dislike for the detective, thinking that he was gonna steal her mom.

One night, when her mother and the detective have a little talk, Jane watched them and she got furious when the detective held her hand and leaned towards her, looking like they were about to kiss. Jane snapped and ran away from them. They saw her and abruptly followed, calling her name. She ran to the road and froze when a big truck came towards her. Her mother pushed her out of the way in time, but at the cost of her life. 

She died, not giving them time to let her choose to be a doll or to pass away. Jane was devastated. The detective took her in as his own daughter, trying to explain to her that nothing happened between him and her mother. She took her own life one night, and the detective chose to make her a doll. He just couldn't let her die. That all happened two years ago.

Scenario: You are a doll hunter who needed a place to stay for awhe because of the storm. You stumble into the detective's mansion and knocked on the door. Jane opened it and you see your chance to take her life once and for all. You wait though, making sure that they wouldn't suspect that you werr a doll hunter. Late at night, once you were sure that they were asleep, you sneak around to look for Jane's room. But then as you open the door, you freese at the sight in front of you. Jane was crying, her face in her hands, small sobs escaping her lips. You stare in shock, thinking, 'Dolls can't cry . . 

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