Post by Dot Dot Dot on Jun 20, 2018 12:06:13 GMT -4
“Dot” Dot 19 || Asexual || Female || Villain |
PERSONALITY POSITIVE Pretty-faced Reactive Suppressive Wonderment Resilient NEGATIVE Disloyal Spineless Uneducated Submissive Reclusive LIKES Not being hit Not being yelled at Being left alone The occasional snack she gets at night The walls (they're her friends) DISLIKES Coffee Accessories worn on the hair or the wrists Slithering things Blindfolds and gags Cages PERSONALITY Dot is incredibly subservient, only ever following orders given to her by her owner. She almost never chooses for herself and lives her life to survive. Despite this, one of Dot's favorite things to do while she's unoccupied is to ask questions, and try to answer them as best she could. She would never say them out loud, lest she might get punished for it. Even so, the world around her fascinates her so much that she can't help but wonder why. Due to her upbringing, Dot has never learned empathy and cares very little about others. | APPEARANCE HEIGHT: 164cm/5.3feet. WEIGHT: 60kg/132lbs. HAIR/STYLE: Magenta. Very ruffled and unkempt. SKIN/SCARS: She has a very faint scar around the wrist that she is usually chained at. EYES: Light yellow, with a small dark slit in the middle of her iris. NOTABLES: She has an expression of general unhappiness on her face most of the time. Dot is an averaged-sized woman with a slender frame. Despite all that she has gone through, her skin is incredibly smooth, apart from a faint scar she had gained on her wrist. Her short magenta hair is constantly unkempt, as she does not have the know-how or the tools to groom herself. One could find her wearing a simple white dress or whatever outfit her master decides for her to wear on that occasion. |
“If you're the worst, then what does that make me?” |
HISTORY If Dot were to recount to you her very first memory that she can remember, it would the first time she felt a sea of staring eyes while trapped in a cage. No parents. No siblings. Nothing she could consider family. In fact, she's never learned the concept of family. No one had ever been that close. It was just her in her transforming child body and this crowd that, to her, didn't seem to be a large group of individuals, but more of a blob of organic mass. The cage would be large and spacious, but only because it needed to be to house a numerous amount of other animals. The predatory kind. They shared the same cage in hopes of Dot being devoured, but each and every one of those white tigers kept their distance. Dot wasn't sure why. What Dot remembered most vividly was the excruciating pain she felt as her bones and skin constantly shifted around, trying to find a way to settle down as her quirk continued to torture her. After that was... her first owner. A short, yet immensely buff man with messy hair and a terrifying set of eyes. Whenever she was unfortunate enough to have his gaze fall on her, all she could feel was overwhelming fear. And for good reason. Dot was one of the unlucky few to be put under the man's 'care', consisting of mainly verbal and physical abuse. Lots and lots of physical abuse. Dot could list off every single insult that the man had coughed out of his throat, but there was no way she could tell you what they meant. Nor would she want to tell you what they meant. Sadly, Dot had no choice but to become accustomed to the incessant shouting and the unjustified beatings. Her owner would use the shiny rocks that he liked to wear to strike her if there was no immediate blunt object nearby, and they hurt a lot more than the blunt objects ever did. There was an occasion that Dot vaguely understood. Her owner had brought her along to a, uh, 'party'? It was a gathering with an extremely large number of people, and she attracted many looks of differing opinions. She noticed that her owner was seemingly chatting with another man, who was much taller than him, and every so often would motion to her while she waited. She had to sit with her back against a wall, away from all the party-goers who would've avoided her anyway. Dot had to wait an hour before she'd see a familiar face again, and it wasn't her owner this time. At the time, the man towered over her, and the first thing he did was place a boot on her cheek and slam her head onto the hard-tiled floor. She never knew that her owner had changed, but she eventually got used to listening to her new owner over time. The only difference that Dot noticed was how much more contact was being made with her. Her previous owner didn't like to touch her, so he merely just beat her with whatever blunt object he had at hand, but her new owner much preferred to grab and use his bare hands. Of course, sadly, Dot had also gotten accustomed to the way her new Master would thrash, cuff, beat, choke and occasionally burn her. As a result, she thinks of herself how her previous owner and current master think of her. Living as a lowly beast was all that Dot ever knew, and will continue to know. But surely someone will come save her, right? |
Hyperbole, Kobayashi Rindou - Shokugeki no Soma |