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 Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 4:14 pm
  MULE EDITS IN THIS POST ONLY DOLL TYPE: CANCER
This journal and the characters' evolutions are frozen due to Agnes and Lawrence being admin characters.
Please do not post here. 
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 8:15 pm
AGNES GREY T H EO S H A R POS I S T E R P H Y S I O G N O M Y███████████ ███████████ ███████████
Name: Agnes Grey
Gender: Female
Age of Death: 15
Eye Color: Azure
Occupation: Nun/Sister at the Anglican Church
Zodiac Element: Cancer
Hair Color: Bold blonde
Height: 5"5
Font Color: #000039
P A S TooL I F E███████████ ███████████ ███████████
Before Cancer received the new name "Agnes", she was "Jane Strider". Jane Strider was the elder of the two American Strider sisters that were sent to Britain to live with their mother. The two Striders faced difficulties adjusting to a new, English lifestyle; formalities in their new home were alien to them, and Jane especially disliked the parties her mother frequently held. She spoke scornfully of her mother's lavishness and disliked the expectations a "young lady" like herself were to fulfill. Why must a lady remain domesticated in the home? Surely, she must prove her worth to her family by engaging in business; why do Englishwomen depend on the luxury of their faces alone and not their ability? The young Englishwoman lived to be beautiful so that a good Englishman would marry her--preferably a wealthy one. If she wasn't pretty, she was of little value to her family. Lady Strider was well aware of this, and always ensured that her two girls were outfitted with the most extravagant of dresses and jewelry. This was too much for Jane, and she pined for her plain, brown dress that she was forced to abandon in America. Remembering the scent of it tortured her at night, the untamed forests and the feel of dust underneath her fingers only made her thirst for her true civilization more. The Striders weren't poor either in America, simply, the idea that she was rich never struck Jane as something of value; to her, wealth was abundant so long as it wasn't put on a pedestal or used for social purposes.
It did not benefit Jane that there were no girls with "true grit" in England, ergo Jane pressed her younger sister, Catherine, to believe the same. The feeling was mutual and the Strider Sisters were ill received. They were hailed "The American Striders" for their significant culture clash, and easily, Jane struggled to find solace in England. The other girls couldn't understand why Jane Strider could not coexist--after all--her mother was so beautiful and decorated! Even with due time, they still could not understand.
While Catherine eventually broke from her sister's influence, Jane kept her perspective of England into her tweens--overdone and redundant. Once Catherine began to sport her mother's dresses more often and attend her parties with equal enthusiasm, Jane's only friend disappeared from her side. She found little reason to stay home, ergo, Jane came and went as she pleased. The absence of Catherine only strengthened Jane's resolve to find a nugget of interest in England that could provide her sanctuary. Books and gardens soon jaded the young Strider, and she did not want the society of the English people.
The answer was simple: faith. If God so destined Jane to be placed in England, he must have a plan in mind for her; something only she could do. God never left her side from the start; he was with her in America, and he was with her now. Additionally, Jane was glad that God always had time to spare to listen to her prayers or idle chat.
She never lived to know his plan for her.
In the winter of her fourteenth year, Jane froze to death at the steps of the Church, only to be discovered by the local insane and infertile "puppeteer".R. H I S T O R Y███████████ ███████████ ███████████
Agnes works as a nun in the Anglican Church; she remains by Lawrence's side as his closest friend in spirit and religious zeal. She does not give sermons, rather, leads people in prayer if they so wish her to. She never leaves the Church because she doesn't think the outside is worth seeing much, and instead, makes Lawrence act as her eyes and ears to the world outside the cathedral.M E M O R I E S███████████ ███████████ ███████████
FONDEST: Agnes's fondest memory, though she won't bring herself to admit it, was speaking with her new, oversoul voice towards Lawrence. It wasn't the sound of her new voice that pleased her so, it was that her entire physical appearance seemed closer to him than before. As a young Doll, she often felt as if Lawrence was treating her too much like a child, not taking much of what she said seriously and fathering her instead. Agnes wanted to be useful in some way, to be treated as a friend instead of an adopted younger sister. With her new, taller body, she could not only get a better look at her best friend but also speak to him at a near-eye level.
WORST:Agnes's worst memory was meeting Scarlet Plantaget for the first time. Despite that the woman seemed to care about her, she disliked how Scarlet and Lawrence were friends also and how willingly Lawrence handed her over to the other woman's services. While at the time she didn't understand that Scarlet was unlocking her "potential", she didn't like hearing her companion's name coming from the mouth of another woman (and constantly too).I. Q U I R K S███████████ ███████████ ███████████
Inherited from her life as Jane Strider, Agnes has an ascetic taste for almost anything--the less physically appealing the better. She prefers plain over decorated and solitude over society. Her religious zeal also stems from her life as a Strider, for she knows to live every day closer to God. Agnes's intense dislike of aristocrats still hasn't left her mouth even after she received her new Doll body. Whenever she is in the presence of one, she comments on how the reek only grows stronger.O V E R S O U L███████████ ███████████ ███████████
Agnes's oversoul is unlocked by the Cancer Element of the twelve zodiac elements. It enables her body to grow an exo-skeletal pair of "wings" that protrude from her back. These wings in turn can be multiplied (Seraphim Mode) or pried apart to be used as swords and daggers. However, this ability causes the skin on her back to tear and massive bleeding from her body. If she uses her abilities for too long, her body grow numb from bacteria.
P E R S O N A L I T Y███████████ ███████████ ███████████
Agnes's soft, almost inaudible voice masks her true masculinity and harsh nature. While she appears to be docile, her thoughts pertaining to people can be rather slanderous but she does not openly express them in Lawrence's presence. When she does, however, her voice is said to be as stentorian as Moses when he broke the tablets of the twelve commandments for the first time. She seems to be incapable of offering people upfront kindness despite her holy home. Lawrence blames this on her intrinsic nature and insists that she is is merely shy (which is partially true). Agnes is said to be anything but gentle, however. She is a heterodox herself in the sense that she shares no qualities of a nun, yet is perfectly capable of leading a congregation in prayer, but only because she shares the same reverence for the omniscient father as the congregation and Church. Agnes is also entirely autonomous. She refuses to follow Lawrence's advice saying "You are not God; you may be his mouthpiece, but your identities are far apart". She has a difficult time understanding people, especially Lawrence because he pardons her rudeness.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 8:22 pm
LAWRENCE CAMPBELL F A T H E RO L A W R E N C E P H Y S I O G N O M Y███████████ ███████████ ███████████
Name: Lawrence Campbell
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Ethnicity: English
Eye Color: Chocolate
Hair Color: Sandy blonde
Height: 6"
Occupation: Priest at the Anglican Church
Faction: Anglican Church
Region: Liverpool
Font Color: #7C7B6C
P E R S O N A L I T Y███████████ ███████████ ███████████
Lawrence was never renowned for his subtle cruelty, though he does harbor the feeling for those who have sinned beyond remorse. Unlike most priests, Lawrence does not believe that he is capable of leading people to become closer to God because he does not easily (nor readily) forgive. If anything, Lawrence believes that sinners in the hands of an angry God deserve nothing short from damnation and that even his holy services would not be able to relieve them from their evils. This is not, to say, he is heartless nor elitist. Lawrence's logic in perceiving things is flawed in many ways in a wholesome view, but on a personal level, is sound. Does this urchin deserve the kindness that he is given? Lawrence is highly judgmental. His entire life has been devoted to the weighing of human goodness and badness. He can be harsh in reprimands and is also the only person that is "allowed" to correct the Queen. Due to his endless flow of visitors, Lawrence is also very knowledgeable and gives sufficient advice that the people of England can readily trust. He is loyal to his promise, though those who have come to know him well know better than to confide in him sins that are painted with blood. If there is anything Lawrence despises above all the other sins--it is murder. Strangely enough, despite all of Lawrence's pet peeves and austerity in human moral and conduct, he is readily forgiving of Agnes.
H I S T O R Y███████████ ███████████ ███████████
Lawrence Campbell was renowned in Liverpool for being "The Boy Who Nobody Saw But Everybody Knew Was There". At birth, the boy had no blood relations to persons of evangelical parsonage. In his development into a teenager, not a single soul in Liverpool expected him to have a drop of interest in the study of religion. If anything, Lawrence didn't seem to like to be near anyone. It was odd to most people, he seemed kind enough, he smiled, sang, read, ran--he was everything an English boy should be. However, he did not seem to want the company of others, for whenever someone approached him, he would either refuse to respond to them or submerge himself in studying the said person for a long period of time. He was ghostly; he came and went as pleased, though he seemed respectable enough for people to decide he was nothing to be afraid of. Rumors that he said "hullo" to people kindly excited the Liverpool public that he was simply shy, yes, that was it!
It...was not the case at all.
Lawrence was in fact, studying up to his adulthood. Like all the other perfectly normal children in England, Lawrence studied English and Mathematics as well. Unlike the other children...he also studied an unhealthy amount of theology, but most importantly, people: the seeds of Adam and Eve. Why did people make so many mistakes even though they promised right after they made one they wouldn't make it again? Sins never made any sense to Lawrence, nor did a person's reason for committing them. He never asked his parents these questions, he simply got used to them "not being there". They left him often for business abroad, and Lawrence cared little to understand or know what it was they did. He only hoped that it did not involve murder or dishonest trade, especially the former. While he never exhibited an interest in theology as a child, traces of it were visible in his personality that so little people were able to sample. He disliked thieves, he punished them severely. All those who he branded sinners were punished swiftly in secret, be it in back alleys or subtle poisoning. He'd leave them wounded, but never dead. No...they must live to feel remorse for their actions. If they did not, they would be as good as dead to him anyhow. "The Walking Dead" he called them, for they coexisted with those that were truly among the living.
As he entered adulthood, the Liverpool public began to see him everywhere. It was all so strange, the The Boy Who Nobody Saw But Everybody Knew Was There who spoke so little to them before now spoke in abundance to them in sermon. His voice, his powerful voice! It was mesmerizing, commanding even, harsh. The public enjoyed it immensely, and the Church did not hesitate in including him into their society. Lawrence Campbell--"Father Lawrence"--a prominent figure of England indeed.R. H I S T O R Y███████████ ███████████ ███████████
When Lawrence was twenty-four, he came upon a young girl dressed in a grey tunic in the chapel's rear chamber. She didn't seem lost at all, rather, she seemed to appear to him as someone who didn't want to be found. Her eye appeared damaged, and a crucifix hung over her eyepatch. It was all rather eerie to him, this nameless girl who could be no older than fifteen or sixteen. She exercised amazing brevity in the first conversation they had, explaining how she woke and did not know where it was she woke up.
He explained to her that she was in the sanctuary of a holy place; She said that the new information pleased her, and that he could curtly dismiss himself.
She was so little and austere. He convinced her that she should adopt a name before she left, it was unbecoming of a young girl to not even be christened a title. This made much sense to her, and she requested he choose an appropriate one. The task was simple, he'd read the name to himself in the words of Bronte so many years before. There was a girl: small, grey, austere. There was a girl: Agnes Grey.
They parted with no farewell, it was not needed. Why would it be needed? He didn't imagine that the young Ms.Grey wanted to see him again, but he was corrected when she reappeared at the chapel's rear, this time, to stay. It was alright with him, and it seemed the other Sisters were more than pleased to acquire a (young) friend. They did find it strange that the two were seen together often, though the surprise soon found reason. The two of them, if anything, shared similar morals and rationalization. One stentorian, the other a docile sheep. When Agnes said "He is my shepherd" her Sisters began to wonder if she meant God or Lawrence.
The only difference was that one Father was Heavenly; the other was rather Earthly, and rightfully so.
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