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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 1:18 pm

Our toys, played with then forgotten. Loved then lost, though some not loved at all. Who would have thought a rare few of these forgotten toys would turn into what they are. Is it a curse or a blessing?

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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 2:11 pm

Name: Patch
Toy type: Stuffed dragon
Contractor: N/A
Age: 312, 23
I should: help maintain the balance between good and bad health.
That means: I don’t have many powers actually. I can fly thanks to my wings and while in toy form I can make people not notice me—it’s sort of the reverse of glamour. Their eyes just slide off me and they forget that I was ever there. I can teleport short distances, which is rather useful, but the farther I go the more tiring it becomes.
I eat: well, perhaps eat is the wrong word. I absorb either good or bad health and then I “consume” it for energy. Unfortunately, with all the advances in technology I mostly seem to be consuming good health these days…
Personality: His personality is actually very close to his intended contractor—kind and gentle. However, years of neglect and suspicion have caused him to develop some rather bad characteristics as well. To protect himself from harm Patch often keeps people (and toys) at a distance. He views them with a wary curiosity.
History: Patch was created a long time ago to help maintain the balance between good and bad health. Though not always a pleasant task, it was necessary. Death, though sad, is an unchangeable reality of Life. His intended master was a little girl whose father was a doctor. As such the hope was that Patch could help patients live or move on to the next world. Unfortunately, the little girl had a gentle heart and could not bear to see the death of patients. She eventually came to reject Patch viewing him as a cold hearted killer though that was far from the case. Thankfully this was before the contract was formed so Patch did the only thing he could think of—leave. The little dragon went where he could, carrying out his task as best he could. Patch’s most recent home has been in a toy shop. Hiding away behind the new (soulless) toys he had found a seemingly perfect spot. It was near a hospital and he could hide away at any time. While there he happened to read the books. One in particular has caught his attention: The Velveteen Rabbit. Patch dreams of a day when he too can be “Real” and has begun searching for answers to his questions.
Looks toy: When I was new I looked rather nice. However, after years of living on my own I have fallen into disrepair. I’m discolored in some sections and coming apart
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 4:33 am

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Name: Alisa Cavallo, the name my first contractor gave me.
Toy type: Wooden Horse
Contractor: n // a
Age: 57 // 20
I should: I was given the duty to sully and give ambition and aspiration.
That means: I cannot take or give when a person is in an active state, they need to be disorientated or asleep, it is even easier to do my task when the person is passed out drunk (both disorientated and sleep). Though I can do my job with a simple kiss to the forehead, entering the dreams of someone is more effective and defiantly tastier. This being said if I enter someone’s dream my body falls into somewhat of a coma till I return so I prefer to do this in my toy form; a still toy seems to have a less panicked effect than a dead looking human body. The forehead kiss requires split second decision so I prefer to use it only if necessary. Even through made of wood my toy form can move freely, only solidifying when I am asleep or when I want it to. It is not really a power I was given but I have become accustomed to breaking into places since I need to be within a few meters of somebody to enter their dreams. I can run relatively fast to make quick get a ways if needed but I do not have much upper body strength. I struggle to do a single pull up, which can be quite a hindrance.
I eat: I eat aspirations, or rather the ones I take. Sucking up a child’s want to be a super hero and giving them the ambition to become an engineer or doctor instead? Or maybe take away that useless ambition of yours to be handsome and eating it? Hope to find your one true love? I eat it and help make the world a happy place by lowing, heightening and changing ambitions.
Personality: I admit, I am a little sadistic. Though even with saying this my personality has changed to be this way because of my old contractor and all. I was quite nice, simple minded and sweet when I first gained my full soul but thankfully my first and now dead contractor taught me that being such a way would just hinder my task; making things difficult and dull. If I were a normal human I believe I would be the type to have no real friends.
History: I am a hand crafted gift to a granddaughter, made in the late Victorian era. Played with for a few generations then treated as an heirloom or more I became a family treasure filled with love and affection. However in an outer state move some items where misplaced, I was one of those items. I ended up rotting in an op shop for little over a year before I was found an ‘born’. I started doing my assigned task, even though I thought it a little cruel I still had to eat. Soon I found a contractor in the form of the man running the op shop I had been rotting in. So I worked from the shop, being a toy decoration when not out or sleeping and watched this city turn from quaint to monstrously large. In my 57 years I have still not left this city but even with the death of the old man contractor three years ago, I just don’t feel the need to; plenty of ‘food’ here. In fact I still return to the little shop to sleep in my toy form, the little shop filthy and in disrepair after being abandoned in that dark little side street. It rights to the land probably got snatched up by some money hungry investor waiting for the plot to gain more value. Since a few years back when my contractor died I have been working for a ‘Temp’ agency in order to try and meet a new contractor, it would make my task quite a lot easier. The somewhat shady company pays cash after a job is done and does not care enough about its employees to check up on personal details, meaning fake details are common place. The job means that each time I get called in I could be acting anything from a one day secretary to a cleaning lady, the diversity sometimes even helps to find my next meal.
Looks toy: Standing 30cm at the back; a hand carved wooden horse. Pale aged wood that looks a little rough, un-sanded and has not been oiled in at least a few years. xxXXxx
Looks Human: I am 5’8” with pale skin, brown mid length hair and eyes the same colour. I tend to wear bright blouses and tops with jeans or a skirt accompanied by a set of flat boots. xxXXxx

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