Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2016 1:20:35 GMT 1
Sally
Sally Ragetti
PERSONALITY There are a few things to describe Sally. The first would be shy. She might be mildly heroic when it's necessary but the girl is a shrinking violet. She has strong opinions but has difficulty conveying them properly just because she's too afraid of being noticed. Despite this, she's noticeable. The next would be determined. When she sets her mind to something, she'll do whatever it takes to accomplish it. Sometimes that means hurting people she cares about. It's for their own good. They'll thank her later, surely. Sally is mechanically minded - she likes to see how things work, how they tick. Whether it's through science or lockpicking, she's not afraid to experiment, try and learn. She has a desperate need to prove that she's worth more than just cooking and cleaning. She's detailed oriented and observant. Whether it's with her stitching or noticing the portents given around them. She doesn't have visions - she just sees the natural signs and pays attention. From her training as a handmaiden, she's very polite and carries herself regally but not defiantly. Some might call her innocent, but they'd be ridiculously wrong. She knows how the world works - it's just never applied to her before. HISTORY Once, a very long time ago, a woman changed her fortune with nothing but an enchanted spindle, shuttle and needle. After a time, she had a daughter and using these tools, she made for her daughter a beautiful ragdoll which sprang to life and became a steadfast companion and handmaiden. For a time, the kingdom flourished and the doll passed from generation to generation until her creation became more legend than fact. It became easy, then, to blame the ragdoll when plague came and began ravaging the kingdom. Why not blame the one magical object in the kingdom? The doll was locked away in a room where she was left to rot as the kingdom succumbed to disease. Year after year passed and the kingdom and town began to sink into the ground as a great swamp spread around it. In one last act, the long forgotten spindle, shuttle and needle created a one time portal to save their world and the kingdom disappeared. In its place grew an enchanted tree and after that, more and more trees grew until there was a great grove left behind for future generations. The lost kingdom attracted a great many dark creatures - vampires and werewolves, ghosts and goblins. Monsters, all of them. But with nothing to terrorize, they grew into a normal society. As the Skeleton King ordered a clean up of the castle, the ragdoll was discovered but was considered to be in such disrepair that she was simply discarded. A hideous creature called Finklestein gathered her up and took her away to his home, certain he could repair her. After all, it seemed she was still living from the way she watched him. Ages of stitching and stuffing later, the ragdoll was in a better state than she had been in years. Thus began her life as Finklestein's assistant though he wasn't very kindly. She was intelligent and experienced but he believed she was better suited to cooking and cleaning. Still, she wouldn't have to suffer him long. Now called Sally, the ragdoll could see the portents. Something bad was coming that would raze the world above. Sally had to poison Finklestein to get out of his watchful gaze and run to the Skeleton King. Jack didn't think it was overly serious but he was kindly enough to listen and to head an expedition to the realm above. The forest they had once been in was surprisingly devoid of the enchanted trees but there was a trail - and they followed it to see where it had gone. The expedition had only just made it to Snow's castle when a great purple cloud started to approach - the thing from Sally's vision... In Storybrooke, Sally Ragetti never had it easy. Constant complaints of portents and paranoia and a strange compulsion to sew stitches into herself at the joints landed her locked up in the basement of the hospital with a handful of other poor souls. She was there for a very long time, even after the curse was broken and magic returned. Yelling at her hand that had popped off from lack of stitches (others she had been allowed to keep as they kept her calm and didn't seem to be infected) probably didn't help. Nor would it help that it was scuttling around her cell like a spider. Being human now and being able to come apart might sound like messy business but it wasn't for whatever reason. The worst part was bouncing between realms and continuously being locked up. Of course the first time she didn't even know time had passed and that she had lost six months. But even when they did, she only had the memories of a dark cell of an unknown place. There was only so much confinement Sally could take after centuries of it. Recently, she organized an escape with the man that lingered in the halls with a mop... Powers: Sally, despite being human now, is still all stitched up. She comes apart at the joints and has to keep sewn up if she doesn't want to lose any parts. The parts themselves move on their own and sometimes seem to have a mind of their own. If they're destroyed, she can't replace them as whatever part wouldn't have been created with the same tools. She doesn't feel pain so wouldn't know if she were touching something hot or overly cold that could damage her new flesh. She's not used to being living so doesn't really realize that she could become hurt, damaged or dead with too much trauma. RP SAMPLE Sally had played dead when the orderly had come with her dinner. It wasn't exactly difficult. When he leaned down to check on her laying face down on the floor, the orderly wasn't expecting a hand to jump onto the back of his head and slam his face into the floor. "Sorry!" she squeaked as the orderly lay there out cold. Sally grabbed her detached hand and scuttled into the hallway. She crawled along the floor as the Mop Man blocked the view and way of the nurse at the desk who wanted to see what the commotion was. Sally crawled around the front of the desk and towards the exit. She had just made it out by the time the nurse made her way past the Mop Man. She gave him a tiny wave as she made her break for it. Now here was the problem. She was in an obvious hospital gown and looked like an escaped patient. So now she needed to find a change of clothes. But it was late so the halls weren't nearly as well staffed as normal. She was careful to keep her head down, ducking into room after room whenever she heard security looking for her. Not that she was paying attention to the rooms she was stepping into. It was only luck that they weren't being used. There was a difference in the last room she ducked into. For one, the light was on which was not good. For another, the stitches on her shoulder were coming undone from their age and her handless arm was starting to dangle awkwardly out of her sleeve. "Shoot, shoot, shoot," she muttered to herself, more focused on the tiny slit window on the door, watching guards scurry by. |
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