- Face-up artist(s):
- Body blushing artist(s):
- Date of acquisition:
- February 2014
- Bobobie official website
- Reason for choice:
- I needed a doll to be Alice and Vice's little sister, and the Ni sculpt was the one I liked the most.
- Best Points:
- her legs are really cute, and her tiny maybe-sorta smile.
- Worst Points:
- As she's single jointed she doesn't pose well, and she's so tiny it's hard to find stuff that fits her- especially wigs. The size also makes it very hard to paint her.
- Head Sculpt:
- Normal Skin
- 1/6 girl body
- yarn wig made by me
- Favourite colours:
- grey, black, white
- Fashion style(s):
- gothic lolita, darker takes on classic cute "little girl" dresses, anything resembling the "dark, creepy old doll" trope
- Key fashion accessory:
- her stuffed bunny
- Name story:
- I was obsessed with the names Alice andAshley, and since I had used Alice already I called her Ashley.
- Character age:
- appears 10-13, real age unknown
- Character gender:
- unknown, people refer to her with she/her pronouns
- Offsite roleplay:
- This doll's character is available for offsite roleplay.
When the self proclaimed king caught Alice and Vice, using the two spirits' powers to make himself a kingdom, he knew he didn't hold any authority over them, so to keep them in check and their powers to himself, he stole all the magic from them, and locked it safely in the tiny body of his daughter's favorite doll.
The young princess was a lone, isolated child, only ever playing with her toys or caretakers - thus, to give her a friend to play with, the king allowed the doll to gain life, and Ashley was born, a "little sister" to the king's daughter - and to Alice and Vice.
When she was first brought to life she was emotionless, expressionless - more of a thing than a person. But as she spent more time with the little princess, she began to understand - and yearn for - emotion: she watched the little girl laugh and smile with joy, cry with fear and sadness, shout in anger, and she desperately longed to be able to relate to that, to be able to shed tears when she was hurt and smile when she was happy.
And bit by bit, emotions started coming to her - and as they came to her, she realized her loyalty, and her need to protect the princess - protect her from her father, the king.
She realized he was a twisted man, whose power had driven mad, that he would destroy her and enjoy it had she put as much a foot out of line. And after the "eye" incident - the little princess supposedly "fell", and hurt her right eye, to the point where she'd loose sight in that eye, but Ashley knew, she knew it was no accident - she had her resolve to never let him close to her again.
She began acting out. Quietly, at first. Spilling tea on expensive curtains, dropping plates and glasses and cups - then progressing into straight-out rebellious vandalism, setting furniture on fire and even hitting the king. And every time she provoked the king's fury, every time she was punished - his focus and attention was on her, and not the princess. The young, growing princess who'd suffer her father's absence but remain healthy, and cared for, and content.
The king, on the other hand, grew and grew in his strictness - his punishments became harsher, and his treatment was so unbearable that even Ashley couldn't stand it anymore - and, in a moment of lost resolve, she attempted to escape.
She failed miserably, and was locked up in a special room for her efforts. Her life became a vicious cycle - one where she kept acting out and receiving the king's wrath, the resulting mistreatment made her crave freedom, and she tried to run away, she didn't succeed and was locked up even tighter, and thus the king was always with her, ever present, ever angry, and the princess was left alone, never touched by her father's madness.
When the castle was attacked, and the king went missing, in the burning flames she finally found the opportunity to escape.
Masked by the castle's habitants' panic, she began to crawl, crawl away for her life (in his latest bout of anger, the king had rendered her legs useless, smashed the frail porcelain, as to prevent her from trying to escape ever again.), and away she went, far from the destruction and fire and death, and no survivor from the castle ever saw her again.
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