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— hairless mutt in various tones of brown OR white serval with soft brown markings
— considered a lost spirit though refuses to accept its death or the events that transpired afterwards, memory is spotty at best
— heavily connected to emotion and the stronger the expression of such the more strange and broken its physical manifestation will become, often breaking apart into clustered of eyes about the cranium or skin fading until the legs seem nothing more then bones with the skeletal impression of ribs and skull apparent through translucent skin
— cry baby, surprisingly this is one of the few emotions that does not outright ruin its manifestation for how ingrained into it such had become during the course of its life
— carries a worn teddy with it and allows no other to touch it, offering it to another is a sure sign of comfort and breaking this by attempting to steal it or otherwise give it to another is an easy may to lead to it attacking
— when tired its manifestation begins to waver and grow transparent but, rather then the image of the false bones beneath, it merely fades as though obscured by mist beginning at the legs, within status often the extremities appear entirely missing and it encroaches about the sides and belly
— mute, in the last days of its life its handler forcefully cut its tongue out, there is not even a stump left, though oddly it has an affinity for flavoured milks and may interact with the outside world if enough energy is exerted, at times leaving the main body transparent and almost glass like, most of the time only using this so it may indulge in the few treats it still has a taste for
— once apart of a circus, a prop often abused and exploited for few understood why it appeared as it did, often dressed or painted to further exaggerate odd features, forced into this life around the late 1700s only to die soon after for the neglect left them malnourished and many of their bones were broken to a point few could heal, the final injury of the tongue removal meant to stop its incessant cries that made patrons feel distressed
— heavily scarred, though these are often hidden for it does not care to leave such out in the open, the only scars they are unable to remove those that cut across their cheeks where the knife had cut into their flesh when they had thrashed about and that state of one ear, barely hanging on though it always shall, flopped over onto itself
— hairless mutt in various tones of brown OR white serval with soft brown markings
— considered a lost spirit though refuses to accept its death or the events that transpired afterwards, memory is spotty at best
— heavily connected to emotion and the stronger the expression of such the more strange and broken its physical manifestation will become, often breaking apart into clustered of eyes about the cranium or skin fading until the legs seem nothing more then bones with the skeletal impression of ribs and skull apparent through translucent skin
— cry baby, surprisingly this is one of the few emotions that does not outright ruin its manifestation for how ingrained into it such had become during the course of its life
— carries a worn teddy with it and allows no other to touch it, offering it to another is a sure sign of comfort and breaking this by attempting to steal it or otherwise give it to another is an easy may to lead to it attacking
— when tired its manifestation begins to waver and grow transparent but, rather then the image of the false bones beneath, it merely fades as though obscured by mist beginning at the legs, within status often the extremities appear entirely missing and it encroaches about the sides and belly
— mute, in the last days of its life its handler forcefully cut its tongue out, there is not even a stump left, though oddly it has an affinity for flavoured milks and may interact with the outside world if enough energy is exerted, at times leaving the main body transparent and almost glass like, most of the time only using this so it may indulge in the few treats it still has a taste for
— once apart of a circus, a prop often abused and exploited for few understood why it appeared as it did, often dressed or painted to further exaggerate odd features, forced into this life around the late 1700s only to die soon after for the neglect left them malnourished and many of their bones were broken to a point few could heal, the final injury of the tongue removal meant to stop its incessant cries that made patrons feel distressed
— heavily scarred, though these are often hidden for it does not care to leave such out in the open, the only scars they are unable to remove those that cut across their cheeks where the knife had cut into their flesh when they had thrashed about and that state of one ear, barely hanging on though it always shall, flopped over onto itself