Name: Charlie
Race: Doll
Physical Description: a small humanoid, about 1 meter and 30 centimeters tall, outwardly male in his features, which may have once been rather attractive. His skin seems to be made of tan-colored clay, and it's certainly seen quite a lot of abuse in its time. He looks like he's been shattered into pieces, then glued back together by unskilled hands, and many of the pieces composing his outer clay layer don't fit or are missing, these spots revealing darkish metal underneath. His mouth is completely unmoving, having received a particularly large amount of glue inside its workings. Possesses a full head of a dark brown hair, though it is rather matted and even burnt in some places. Wears a pair tattered dress pants and a patchwork jacket that looks a bit too large for him, as well as a set of shoes clearly past their prime by several decades. In addition, one of his eyes is obviously rather loose in its socket. One of his knees creaks very prominently if bent, so Charlie has locked it in place with a scavenged knee-brace - as a result, he moves with a faint limp.
Mental Description: due to his glue-related speech impediment (as in, it is completely impossible for him to speak without massive facial reconstruction he cannot afford) Charlie isn't particularly talkative, and due to his crippling poverty he is rather focused on staying out of the way of more important people that could potentially feel that he needs removal from the premises he happens to be on at any given time. Though his inability to speak or form expressions certainly limits his methods of emoting in any way, he is most certainly not a stoic by nature. In fact, he is rather emotional and sensitive, though he rarely manages to exhibit such emotions. Has an intense need for companionship, and gravitates toward various groups of people regardless of race. Is usually morally-conscious in his actions.
Backstory: when a human child is dropped, they may suffer repercussions for their entire lives. When a newly-made Doll is dropped, things go a bit differently. Particularly when your creator, like Charlie's, is both a perfectionist and a hothead. After Charlie slipped from his hands and fell after his animation, his creator, disappointed by this misfortune, opted to finish the job while cursing loudly, then throwing him out the window onto the street, then having some tea and snacks afterward while still seething. Meanwhile, Charlie, literally thrown out on the street, was slowly pieced together by beggar children on the streets, who treated it as a puzzle of sorts. After getting his skin pieced and glued together and all the parts put where they should be, Charlie eventually recovered and took up the begging life as well - he was certainly disfigured enough. After many years of skulking through a great many streets, there was a strange happening - a flash of light, then Charlie wound up in a place he did not recognize. He figures a wizard did it, though he's hardly an expert on such matters.
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