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Name: Petunia Distinguishing
Marks: · 'Hair' made from a trimmed-down yarn tassel sewn to her head.
The 'bun' at the top usually serves as a pincushion for storing her
filed-down needle and hatpins. · She's usually bustling around on some self-imposed cleaning
mission, carrying a 'broom' made from a car antenna and a curtain pull. Appearance: Made of white cotton, 623 is assembled in such a way that she appears to be wearing bloomers. The cloth is tied off right above her feet and hands and is somewhat poofy, resulting in a pudgy look overall. Carefully stitched seams in black thread run down her sides, up the back of her head, and around both shoulders. Her number is embroidered on a scrap of satin, stitched onto her back just below her neck - it's usually hidden under the reddish-brown yarn hair which hangs to her mid-back. A carved wooden toggle is visible on her chest above the tattered burgundy silk ribbon she wears around her torso, which is tied into a huge bow at the back. Her hands and feet are made largely of copper, though the tops of her feet, palms, and her fingertips are covered by wooden shells held on with brass screws. Her optics seem larger than normal and are rimmed with brass. Quirks: · She has a bit of a stutter which gets noticeably worse if
she's upset. · 623 rarely gives out her name, something that stems from when
she was first found after the War and given her number. Usually she refers to
herself as 'Tunia because she feels it sounds
prettier. · CLEANLINESS IS NEXT TO GODLINESS. Or possibly a reason for being. If
she doesn't have someone to look after, 623 will see to it SOMEthing is getting tidied up. · She's inexplicably drawn to bells, all shapes and sizes, though
she does seem to prefer the smaller and more jingly varieties. · Hidden away, usually stuffed neatly inside herself, is an old
linen handkerchief which used to belong to her creator. It rarely makes
appearances where anyone else can see, but she tends to use it as a security
blanket when feeling unhappy. · While industrious, sometimes to a fault, it's worth noting that
623 does have limits. Once she reaches the limits of her energy, she
sometimes simply drops into a catatonic sleep state. About:
She'd run across a number of friendly (and not so friendly) stitchpunks along the way before taking refuge in a tiny tailor's shop on the ground floor of one of the downtown buildings, not far from the library. Once laid claim to, the shop became not just haven but project - a way for 623 to ground herself and her worries - and as a result is rather noticeably...tidy. She herself lives under the cover of an old treadle sewing machine toward the rear of the shop, with a decent view of the interior provided through a stray bullet-hole 'window'. Scraps of fabric, ribbon or thread she's unearthed end up in a candy tin hidden under the sewing machine itself, in the bobbin compartment. Despite her childlike air and short stature, 623 is quite a bit more mature than she seems – she just came to rely on hiding behind the childish appearance especially since most people seem perfectly willing to assume because of her size she is one of the very young, though the façade has started to slip more and more often. Shy and retiring (at least at first), her preferred tactic when threatened is to simply play dead provided she can't run, something she's got down to an art. Barring that, she'll just hide - and she's pretty good at that, too, given her size. Although she (obviously) can and will fend for herself quite adequately, when she has someone else to lean on, laziness will sometimes strike. Though shy at first, it doesn't take long for her to get attached to people, and once she's comfortable with a group, she can be quite a chatty little thing, easily convinced (and willing) to help out. 623 also has a somewhat disturbing tendency to get extra-attached to anyone who rescues her from something - hazards either real or imagined - and will come to the point of idolizing that person if allowed. Left unchecked this could easily lead to her becoming a personal maid quite willingly. Part of the reason behind this is a belief on her part that she needs to be needed for something - needs to have a purpose in order to exist. So what she does is look after others as much as they'll allow her to. Most don't seem to like being mothered, unfortunately. Artwork: |