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Name: Violet Evangeline Boreale

Age: 13

Alias: Violet, Vi, Eva.

Custom Title: |.|†D O L Lmistress†|.|

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Nationality: British

Hair Color: blonde

Eye Color: blue

Height: 4'10

Weight: 69 lbs.

Appearance:

<o> Standing with the height of four feet and ten inches, with bright blue eyes and long golden hair, I may be defined as 'doll-like'. Pretty. Fragile. Honestly, and with all due respect, one should really remember the phrase 'looks are deceiving'. Yet I myself think that I am a doll- small and pale-skinned, petite. But is that really a genuine description? People had always told me so, and I am not exactly happy at how redundant the compliments may be.

Quite.

I've inherited my blonde locks from my mother, who's an older version of me. It is (pardon my vanity) soft, silky, and well-kept- though slightly wavy at the end. They are too long for my height, and when I'm standing it reaches my heels. I like having it the way it is; no ribbons, ties, head bands and whatnot. I guess I'm just comfortable with how it looks. Nobody else is complaining, so I daren't change it. Besides, I wouldn't anyway if someone told me so.

As the saying goes, the eyes are the windows to the soul. Like my mother's, my irises have a nice, ocean hue; the pupils stand out in the sapphire colors, surrounded by my sharp-angled shape, even for a British girl. Long lashes peek out from the sides and the top, decorating my orbs with a kind of womanly splendor- despite my shape and size. Petite, somewhat skinny, my body resembles that of a small child. My hands are small yet nimble- and my legs are young-looking enough yet hold no sexual allure to men. What do you expect? I certainly don't look my age.

I delight myself with Lolita, gothic clothes- though I only wear such when there is a special occasion. Usually I wear casual clothing; mostly sleeveless tees and hoodies, with shorts or skirts (I don't wear pants) for my lower regions, with sneakers or slippers to clothe my feet. In exchange for the slight exposure of my knees, I use long stockings or knee-high socks to shield the rest of my legs. I like wearing leather at times too- be it white or black. My pajamas are always with frills and ribbons, which can be rarely found in the dresses I have, but besides that I am contented with the school uniform.

Alice:

<o> In accordance to my appearance, I have the ability to give life to dolls- manipulating them to my will. So far they are the only objects I can control, but in time there will be further discoveries and additions. Hopefully I can control human beings when I grow older. But as of now, I will make do with what I can do. Technically, it works like this: I share my soul to a lifeless doll, giving it the access to movements, and perhaps even a mind of its own (though which, of course, I control). It cannot speak, eat or drink- the only reason is, after all, to give me a playmate. Someone who'd do what I can't do. I have my limits, though, since the human soul cannot be dismembered more than three times at my age. So there; I can control three dolls in a row. All I have to do to get them moving is think about it- and they will. I am one with them.

Alas, at a longer period of time (exceeds my one hour time limit), I can only control one doll. And its ability to act on instinct will be gone as well. If I overuse my powers- force myself, even, to control a doll when I can't- I will lose energy and fall into a coma for three days. If three heads are better than one, then it'd be really difficult to maintain three bodies with just one brain.

Of course, I have my own dolls, which have been designed to my liking. Each one of them has been given a separate and unique ability- or rather, weapons and battle styles- to aide me when I am in trouble. They are my weapons, my protection from the world, since I can barely take care of myself. My first and favorite is the sword-wielding Raven, with her long silver hair and violet dress. She's the only one who I've modified to fly. Small wings, ebony and realistic, have earned her name. My second is Hina, blond-haired and blue-eyed like me, who prefers to fight with her fists. She's the prettiest doll so far- and I've made her that way. Clad in a ruby dress with frills and rose pins, she bears down on her opponents with her fast jabs. The last is Seiia, the only one who cannot fight. I've made her as a support member for our little team- she's the medic, specially trained to mend cuts and repair loose or stiff parts (for the other dolls). She has auburn hair, flowing back behind her in an elegant way. Her clothing is green and long, with plenty of frills like her fellow dolls' dresses.

I am only allowed to summon one doll to me in school grounds, though. And only if I really need it, I can call upon another one. But due to my limit, it is rare for my second summons to be followed, since I require full attention and concentration to control a doll from far away. When the rare moment happens, it is due to the fact that I have installed chips within my dolls to somehow connect me to them when far away. It isn't a hundred percent successful.

Personality:

<o> I may look sweet, but I am not. Arrogant, stubborn, reckless and frank- I do not make many friends. I have always been secretive and quiet with strangers, preferring to just smile when something happens amuses me- or saying a sentence or two to shut someone up. But the real reason for my isolating attitudes is that truthfully, I may not exactly be a good friend. I am a sadist, to be honest. Especially with my enemies. And I tend to act overconfident and childish, easily annoyed and sulky. I am immature alright, but that side only shows up when I'm used to that a person's presence. Despite my squirms, I like having someone to talk too- being lonely only probes the wound, as I like saying.

But when I do have friends, I admit- though reluctantly- my faults. I apologize. I smile and laugh, and even if the childish traits remain, it only means that I have grown soft to them (which inspires light teasing and insults). I show my feelings in different ways, after all.

I like singing. It has been a hobby since I was a child. My special talent. And I don't show it to just anyone, of course, though there are times when people would catch me off-guard. And I do not like getting caught of guard. Besides that, I can play the violin too. Music had always been the basis of my childhood. Even till today I carry that trait, that obsession.

I may not seem like an ideal person to be with, but I do have my good side. It just needs a little tweaking a bit in public.

Background:

<o> I've been with my rich family ever since I was born. They hadn't spent much time with me in my later years, but that was alright. In England, particularly in Wales, even the rich need to work to maintain their status and possessions, so my parents have always been busy, and I have always been surrounded by maids and menservants. Home-schooled, spoiled, pampered; that had been my life. Despite the comfort, though, I have always longed for my parents- although secretively.

I am an only child. I grew up amongst toys, dolls in common. And ever since then, due to my loneliness, I have spoken to each and every one of them. It was a wish granted, actually, when I suddenly realized that the doll was smiling at me; even if it couldn't talk, it was better than staring at something stationary and lifeless. I had been so young then, five maybe.

But as I grew, I learned to use my special talents for personal gain. My family had many enemies before, who always assaulted unwary people who are connected or dear to us. Being rich, I afforded the materials and my parent's permission to build my very own dolls- and practiced with them during my free time. They helped me carry my books, clean my room, do most of my work that needed strength. They were never considered as my maids or my bodyguards- they were my friends. Kind of.

I've learned to be independent. I made my own decisions and had them followed. I thought I didn't need anybody for the rest of my life, but then...the arrival of my father's steward, Silas Seed, taught me otherwise.

He was an awfully handsome young man, somewhere in the age of twenty when we had met. I was assigned to him as a ward, since my parents were always so absent. He was friendly, encouraging, and compassionate; he made me laugh at his jokes, he made me good food, and he was always there. During that year I have left my dolls in my room, since I had no need of them. Until that night I had realized he was missing.

I summoned raven, since she could fly and was quick to her feet, to help me search for him. When we were about to give up, I had passed by my parent's bedchambers and saw the door open, the curtains inside bellowing with the wind. At first I thought he was only checking if somebody had broken in, but apparently he was the intruder.

I saw him with my mother's jewels. He was going to leave through the window. It was then and there that I had used my dolls to eliminate the only person who had been close to me. Until today it saddens me that he had to die, that he had to be allured by riches. But it got me thinking that maybe, if I could learn how to control and strengthen my powers, I would be able to destroy all those who dare oppose my family- oppose me- and then I can finally live peacefully.

It didn't take me long to find the perfect school who'd be able to help me further my abilities. Once I came to age, I departed for Japan.

Family History:

<o> Indrick Boreale
.father
.age of twenty eight
.no alice

<o> Selena Agna Boreale
.mother
.age of twenty six
.no alice

<o> Silas Seed
.steward to the family
.[died at the] age of twenty one
.no alice


Extras:

<o> Raven [see image]
.Blader
.can fly
.first created

<o> Hina [see image]
.hand-to hand combatant
.second to be created

<o> Seiia [see image]
.medic/support
.last to be created

Approval Status (Mod 1): † Linh Xiang †
Approval Status (Mod 2): † Linh Xiang †
Approval Status (Mod 3): .aya.mitsuki.
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