Toy Store App - Terryl Lote

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Omg WOT ahead D: _{So sorry about that ><}

◊ Name: Terryl Lote
◊ Age: 19
◊ Gender: Male
◊ Height: 169cm // Around 5'6'' - 5'7''
◊ Job: Craftsman
◊ Species: Living Keychain
◊ Weapon (if any): A black needle and red string.
◊ Abilities(if any): He can change the size of the needle and string, and uses this to defend himself and others against threats.
◊ Personality: He is quite aloof and mild, and hardly ever gets angry or flustered. He usually does not speak unless spoken to, and when he does Terryl is strangely matter-of-fact. He enjoys doing embroidery and sewing in his spare time, and during this likes to 'people watch'.
Terryl may seem cold, but he is more than happy to talk to someone who initiates conversation (although you couldn't tell from his expression).
Terryl is also slightly naive, almost childlike, and is still learning about the complexity of human interactions.

_{◊ Bio: Originally stitched up with leftover pieces of felt, Terryl was a keychain-sized ragdoll created by a lonely girl named Vella Lote. Many years later and still in good condition, the red string connecting him to his creator's bag snapped, and he was unfortunately dropped while the two were visiting a carnival.
He was picked up by an old lady who went by the name of Gillian Reshawn, and happened to practise black magic. She is a witch who ran a fortune teller booth at the local carnival after following her arch-nemesis.
Said nemesis, Lenore, had created a living doll called Rosalind, and Gillian, not wanting to be left behind, promptly created her own spell and gave the little ragdoll a humanoid form. However, this was not enough for Gillian, as any plans to upstage the younger witch had ended in embarrassment. Remembering how Lenore constantly shamed her in the past, Gillian's rage grew, and thus began researching for a way to contain large amounts of black magic within Terryl's body.
After a couple of months, Gillian decided she had prepared well enough and began her ritual to summon the black magic. Lenore, noticing the strange atmosphere and amount of energy floating about, stormed into Gillian's tent and demanded her to stop. Gillian cackles and tells her it's far too late and releases the energy towards Terryl. Unfortunately, the power is too much for her to control and creates a blinding light that envelopes all. When the light dims, Terryl finds that he and Rosalind are the only sentient beings left in the area, due to the fact that they were both artificially created.
Being granted the freedom that she always wanted, Rosalind is overjoyed, however does not know what to do with herself. With a bit of insistence from her and having no attachment to the witch, the two close the carnival so as to not raise suspicion, decide to try find a place for themselves in the world, and thus come across the Toy Store.}

◊ Likes:
-Embroidery
-Contrary to his colour scheme, sour foods.


◊ Dislikes:
-Spicy foods
-Foods made from sugar (e.g fairy floss)



◊ Additional Information:
-Because of his looks, he is often mistaken for a girl or a zombie (especially the latter). He doesn't seem to mind it though.

-The stitches on his mouth make it hard for him to express many emotions, and he has long gotten used to people misinterpreting him because of it. On the rare occasion he smiles, many are taken back by the sheer strangeness of the shape of his mouth.

-His weapon was obtained through a ritual in which the conjurer would create a replica of something that was important to the vessel, and the most important thing to Terryl was the black needle Vella used to sew him up all those years ago.

-Although his job is a craftsman, he prefers and is more adept at repairing rather than creating.



**Rosalind and Lenore belong to

_{IthinkigotabitcarriedawayLOL}


Edit: Alright, so it seems I didn't get in the first time, but since the group is having another opening, I spiffed up my application so it looks nicer. Thank you to ~Schizanthe for recommending me.
Edit2: Sigh, I didn't get into the group this time either. I guess I'll just keep this here until they have another opening.

Edit3: Yay! I got in~