Name: Ninette Rose
Race: Scottish, mixed
Hair, length && style: Lower back, auburn, worn in ringlets
Eyes: Almond in shape, stormy gray green.
Body build: Petite
Scars: Ninette's got scars all over the place. One actually looks like a human bite wound, located on her upper arm.
Personality: A kitten, full of frills and claws and gnashing teeth. Ninette is friendly and sickeningly sweet. She has strong opinions about religion (most of them negative) and loves to debate them in her moments of clarity.
There is a darker side to her. One that insists she MUST eat flesh. In fact, she sees nothing wrong with it, nor the way that she goes about doing so. Like the spider sees no flaw in baiting the fly Ninette sees no folly in leading her sheep to slaughter. Her total lack of conscience makes her a very dangerous sort of doll.
I remember: A boat ride. The waves crashing against the shore. Our country fading in the background. A small farm house where Papa and I lived near the ocean. We had to escape mother. She wasn't right in the head. My brother, he said, your brother died because she ate him. You must never do that. Never never be like your wretched mother, Ninette. Of course I wouldn't become mother. She was shrewd and cruel and she didn't care about Papa or I. I'm a much more sophisticated sort of beast.
I remember Papa's wedding to his new wife. The tenderness of the little boy she brought with her from her previous marriage. Such a sweet little lamb. I ate him on their anniversary. Well, I tried to. Needless to say he'll never be able to forget his Ninie. I ate almost all of the flesh clean off his arm before they found me and beat me unconscious.
Now I'm here, and I like it here. Everyone's so nice. No one pays too much attention. They let me wear pretty dresses and play in the yard at sunset if I haven't tried to bite anyone during the day.
I want to: kiss the world and then eat its lips.
You should probably know: I'm forever young. Part of me is still stuck in my childhood years and I act the part. Its very disturbing to some.
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