Eye: Black
Name: “I am number four two zero three when the Creator’s guests came around. Blanche was the logical name given to me.”
Age: “I was made fifty years ago.” Will forever look 19-20ish
Race: “I am an animatronical device” A Doll
Sexuality: “I was made to serve anyone” Bi by design.
Collars: Orchid- “I was made to serve.”
Goldenrod-“…”
Rainbow= “I malfunctions at times.”
Charms: Sword and Shield —“The Creator made me to protect him at all costs.”
Broom and Chef---“The Creator made me to take care of him and his home.”
‼ and Ballerina--“The Creator made me to be entertaining for his guests. But dancing is a passion”
Floor: “I prefer to spend my off time in Second floor.”
Bio: "My memory file has been partially erased for my safety and the safety of others."
The Creator, a man of mystery and inventions, was a lonely man. Lacking the social graces to ever really be in the same room as others, the brilliant man lived alone in his lab. The only ones that would come to him were those that wished to learn or commission a design for him. Feeling as though he was being used always, the man decided to create one that he could use. Thus the dolls were created. In the beginning it was all normal enough, simple robots made of metal and microchips. But something was still missing to the creator. He was growing lonely in a different way. He wanted something more humanoid, something he could nurture and teach. Something he could love. Thus the creator started to dabble in both organic-like materials.
So many various and so much money was spent and lost in his endeavors. But the creator was determined to make a female. A daughter of sorts, he had no desire for a male child. It was a few years till his final trial number four two zero three was created. She seemed so perfect. Just like a real human young adult female. Though no blood runs through her veins and instead of a brain there is a computer chip. In order to make her the Creator had to borrow money from many military forces. Thus the girl could call forth any type of weapon on to her arms and is practically indestructible.
In the beginning she was very much like a child. The Creator had to teach her many things. Though speaking, how to behave and such were not one of them. She soaked up knowledge like a sponge. She could be written upon like a blank slate. This is why the creator called her Blanche. Though when others came to look upon her and marvel she was her number. The girl understood because that was what the Creator told her the way it work. He taught her more than just how to be a good assistant, protector, cook, and cleaner like he was supposed to. He taught her to dance and to appreciate music. That perhaps was the Creator’s wrong choice. For once music started to sink in to her circuits things started to change.
She started to learn more for herself, which pleased the Creator. Soon she started to form opinions and thoughts, still the Creator was pleased. It wasn’t until sometimes her thoughts went in the opposite direction the creator wanted it to go. Thus the creator would constantly erase it and reprogram. But the personality of the girl was already forming after forty nine years it was forming and some times she would keep back up memory files that could be triggered by a word or a noise.
It was during one of her malfunctions did she go and cut and dye her hair. It was something that couldn’t be undone. The hair was synthetic and he would have to redo her whole face. There was a fight and the creator did many things to her that would not become an old man. Fearful that she would see how weak he was later, he erased almost all her memories up to one night when she had just preformed for a large group. The Creator than told her it was her time to serve someone else and sent her to the shop. to be someone else’s problem.
Master:
