Moniker: Citrine (siˈtrēn)
Age and height: unknown, estimated to be 12. (5' foot 2 inches)
Race: Living crow marionette (with magic).
Josephine is often taken to be emotionless and cold, but in truth she has just as much feelings as others, she just doesn't know how to express them. She gets easily curious at things used for everyday life, and watches how people react in curtain situations to learn more about facial expressions.
Josephine tries her best to make people happy, and generally enjoys the sound of laughter. She doesn't talk much because she finds the action of forming words weird, so she usually points and gestures most of her words. Josephine can get attached to a person or thing rather quickly, and will stay as close as she can to them/it. she also has a bad habit of picking up anything shiny, with or without paying for it.
Likes: rich foods, shiny things, small animals, music, dancing, still things, and snow.
Dislikes: Cats, being ignored, walking through large crowds, and the emotion of sadness.
Story: Josephine woke up on a work table, staring at a worn, crumbling ceiling. She didn't know who she was, how she came to live, or why for that matter. even so, she hopped off the table clumsily and got herself to stand. Seeing a tag connected to her wrist, she tried but couldn't understand what was written. She looked around the abandoned house, at all the other marionettes that weren't put together, and wondered where she was. She picked up one of the smaller dolls, hopping to get some answers somehow. Just then, the doll jumped out of her hand and started danced around. That was when she first found her powers, to be able to bring objects to life for short periods of time. The little doll helped Josephine make a small wagon, and she placed her, a small broken theater she found, and other dolls in it. With that she left the house, and the abandoned town she found herself in, and wandered the empty road until she came to a lively village. It was full of children and laughter, and she became extremely curious. Josephine tried to communicate with them, but didn't know how. So, the children taught her the basics of reading and writing, and how to pronounce words. They played with her, and helped rebuild her stage and wagon. In return, she would put on shows for them with her puppets and dolls, dancing along with them. She never really went by any name, until one of the kids saw the tag and picked it up. "It says 'Josephine with the Citrine Eyes'." The boy said, and cut the tad from around her arm. He handed it to her, and she stared at her new identity. "I guess that's your name." He said.
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