Closure
The Monster
Pet Name: Closure
Owner: Faint
Theme / Type: Voodoo Obsideon
MisticPal Name: Cursed
MisticPal Age: 4335 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 5
Defense: 7
Speed: 4
Intellect: 5
Misticpower: 5
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 15/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Aetra Pomme
2. - Albino Pommekin
3. - Ants on a Log
4. - Anya Pomme
5. - Arctic Pomme
6. - Demon Pomme
7. - Dragon Vinegar
8. - Drink Me Potion
9. - Eat Me Cookie
10. - Normal Pomme
11. - Orange Chocolate Pomme
12. - Roasted Apple
13. - Strange Sandwich of the Strange Traveler
14. - Swamp Pomme
15. - Toxic Pomme
2. - Albino Pommekin
3. - Ants on a Log
4. - Anya Pomme
5. - Arctic Pomme
6. - Demon Pomme
7. - Dragon Vinegar
8. - Drink Me Potion
9. - Eat Me Cookie
10. - Normal Pomme
11. - Orange Chocolate Pomme
12. - Roasted Apple
13. - Strange Sandwich of the Strange Traveler
14. - Swamp Pomme
15. - Toxic Pomme
It's All For You My Dear!
Brought Home From Xeaviel On December 26, 2012 At 12:10 PM, Thank You!
Boxed Voodoo On June 23rd 2013 At 10:24 AM
The Violent
Nickname: Closure, Fluffy
Real Name: Clarence "Closure" Devui
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Hair Color: Green (Dyed), Real Hair Color Unknown
Eye Color: Pale Blue, Almost White
Birthdate: Unknown
Height: Unknown
Weight: Unknown
Occupation: Cursed Doll (Currently), Wanderer (Formally)
Love Interest(s): Caroline (Unrequited)
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Status: Single
Roleplay: OPEN
Art:
Human
Anthro
Quad
Personal Quotes:
"Don't worry my dear, soon we can embrace."
"Keep Ross away from her!"
"Onward my minions!"
Personality:
Clarence was once a gentle soul who gave more to others than he would himself. He was a poor man who wished for love and nothing else. He had no job or family, so he often would wander about, searching for a place to stay. Being a hopeless romantic, he'd often write love poems to ladies passing by. However, his efforts were not wroth the strain, for women were frightened of him due to his appearance. He lived a life of loneliness but was far from sad. He made the best of his passerby lifestyle and gave his excess supplies or food to families that were poorer than himself. However, his personality underwent a drastic change once he made the contact with the demon. Afterwords, he felt no compassion. He desired to feel others pain and wished to make people feel pain. He took great pleasure in watching Caroline cry over her fruitless efforts to win Ross' heart. Instead of warm, tender gestures towards her, his love his now harsh and lustful, wishing only have her in bed with him rather than actually love her as a person. He becomes controlling, in a sense that he wants to rule over Caroline's life, hence bringing him to play the role of general for his army of raging toys. He leads them with an iron fist, not letting them stray from the mission of making Caroline his bride and join him in the world of the living dolls.
Physical Description:
Clarence was once a tall man with broad shoulders, a long face and a small scruffy beard. His green hair was long and reached down to his knees, but was slicked back in a mo-hawk fashion. His eyes were clear, which made it almost impossible to find where his retina even was. He had dainty fingers and a smooth hand, able to build things with ease. He legs were rather short, since his torso took up most of his height. He had a rather large nose and lips and had a rather dark complexion. As a toy, he is a small black dog with ripped appendages. His legs are lanky, with a small rounded head and a skull that goes over top. He only has one button eye and his fur is now worn due to being played with so much.
Attire:
As a human, Clarence wore a large black robe with long sleeves. The robe was adorned with a swirly-triangular pattern on the sleeves, bottom hem and across his chest going from right to left. He uses bandages to keep his worn out black sneakers from falling apart.
Relationships:
Caroline:
He has a lustful relationship with Caroline, pining after her despite being a toy. At first, he developed a pure love for her, wanting to make her happy in any way he could. But then, after discovering her selfish attitude, he began to fed off her negativity and loved her body rather than her personality. She was oblivious to the fact that her toys were alive, as well as Clarence's love for her. Once she learns of their ability to move and speak, she becomes frightened. She hates Clarence and vows that she will never love him.
Ross:
Clarence has a deep hatred of Ross, rooting from Caroline's feeling for him. He feels that Ross is a threat to his relationship with Caroline. He plots daily of ways to torture him if the two ever meet. He hopes that after Caroline is "awakened", that she will agreed to have him kill Ross. He wants nothing more than to see Ross lying dead, for he has claimed Caroline as his own and won't let anything stand in the way of their love. Ross however, is not aware of Caroline's feeling for him. He feels the two are simply friends and nothing more. Although, he feels there's something "wrong" with Closure.
Story:
It was cold inside of the toy box. I watched her through the crack at the top of my prison. She was resentful of her world, how selfish could the insolent child be. I grinned in delight. Her anger and jealous towards her peers fed me, filled my empty stitches with joy.
Finally, I had something to exist for. Her hatred of other living beings allowed
me to live. My conscience now had a body to go with it, and for that, the child
was pleased. I soon became her favorite toy. Caroline Quive was my perfect
person, for each toy has a person that suits them best.
I'd attend every birthday party, ate cake along side her and enjoyed each tea
party she hosted. I was the staple at her sleepovers and left her guests or
friends in awe. I was the most stunning toy there ever was.
I was a simple stuffed animal, a misshapen dog with a round stout head, long
gangly appendages and a small tail. I was missing a button eye, wore a small
skull over my head and had several rips due to years of play. My once buttery
fuzz had lost its luster through the ages. But I was still adored by my person,
and that's all that mattered.
I was her faithful companion, and went anywhere and everywhere with her. The only issue with our relationship was that I couldn't utter a word, even though I had wanted to.
There were so many things I had wished to share with her, despite the fact that I knew the repercussions for revealing my true self.
In truth, I was a man trapped in a stuffed animal's body. Crazy as it seems,
it's the whole truth.
I was once a handsome man with long, curly, green dyed hair and pale eyes. My eyes were almost white, which often caused for alarm. However, my personality was far from treacherous. I was once kindhearted and joyful, giving and loving to those around me. Until that faithful day I made a deal with a demon.
What pained me most was that, despite my kindness and good looks, I could never ensnare the heart of any damsel.
The demon assured me that by the end of this deal, I would be lonely no more. I guess in a way, he was correct.
"I want to be seen as a kind hearted and soft man. I don't wish for women to
flee from me any longer. Just because I look as I do does just not justify
fear," I said while swallowing my uneasiness.
"Are you sure that is what you wish," the snarl toothed demon grumbled while
laughing.
I nodded and the deal was struck. Little did I know the consequences that would soon arise due to my thoughtless choice.
The demon greatly resembled a snake, so it was only fitting that when I agreed, he wrapped his large serpent tail around my body and squeezed me until I fell unconscious.
When I had awoken, I had no idea where I was or how I had gotten there. I
couldn't move but at least I could think. Wherever I was, it was pitch black
and frigid.
Just then, a light shined upon me and I found myself staring into the sky blue
eyes of an angel.
Her russet hair hung in short ringlets, and framed her childish face.
She let me on the table and grinned at me.
"I'll call you Closure, since you seem at peace. My name is Caroline and you're
my toy now," the child screeched in delight.
Fire danced in her eyes, I melted. It would be degrading to live life as a
children's plaything, but it'd be worth it to be with her.
The rest became history, we were inseparable.
Soon, my once pure intentions turned sour. Hatred filled me as a result of being around the rather bratty female. However, my love for her shone through.
Each day, I was tempted more and more to reveal myself to her, and I knew what would happen if I did so.
She would join me in the land of marionettes, forever. No longer would I be
lonely.
But my feelings kept me from divulging the information to her. I knew that life
as a toy was hopeless and mundane. I couldn't bear to see her in my position.
She had so many dreams she wanted to reach, such things couldn't be accomplished if she had stuffing for insides.
So I waited for an opportune moment to reveal myself. For three years I lay in
the toy box, biding my time.
Through the key hole in the toy chest, I heard and watched her change.
The sparkle of childhood wonder left her eyes and was replaced with lust.
I hadn't left the chest since that glimmer disappeared.
Resentment and fury rose inside of me. Who was I to be ignored?
All she spoke of was a boy from her school, by the name of Ross.
She was enticed by his soulful words and caring heart. It was obvious to me that she was smitten by this boy.
Clearly, he was the reason for my imprisonment. But the source of my problems was the girl.
I made a choice, a choice I wouldn't soon lament. That night, while she slept,
I'd reveal myself to her.
Through rallying the other toys in her room, I was able to hoist myself out of
my prison.
I climbed up onto the bed, with the help of my comrades, and whispered into her
ear.
"I am your worst nightmare. Fear me, my love will be your undoing. For I am no mere toy, am I a man by the name of Clarence Devui. Welcome to your end my beloved."
At that moment, Caroline changed, just as the Demon said she would.
She became a toy, just as I had. She was now a small brown lion, with a russet
colored mane that mirrored her true hair.
I smiled, we would soon be together, but not as toys. First came the rebellion. Toys armed with assorted makeshift weapons, such as needles and sharp game pieces, surrounded her and I.
"I didn't want it to come to this, but something had to be done to end this
abuse."
Her eyes widened in fear. She grabbed the nearest weapon she could, a needle, and began to fight off my army.
I grinned, maybe she has promise after all. As the demon said, she only way she could escape from turning into one of us each night would be if she could
destroy every one of her toys, me included.
But luck was on my side. The girl had lost her spunk, her edge, her personality. She was feeble minded, and was far too distracted with being love to ever have hope of freeing herself from the inevitable.
Soon my love, soon we can spend forever together.
My Toy Box
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