Corbin Auclair

Dollshe Craft
Head Sculpt:
Oriental Pure
Arsene Body
  • Face-up artist(s):
    Body blushing artist(s):
    Date of acquisition:
    June 18
    Purchased directly from Dollshe
    Reason for choice:
    Best Points:
    His face sculpt is obscenely cute. It perfectly fits his sweet personality.
    Worst Points:
    Dollshe includes silicone pads within the shoulder joint. These actually make posing worse somehow, and get in the way of sueding.
  • Eyes:
    Mako Eyes OW-017
    Tata’s Paradise
    Favourite colours:
    Rose gold, denim blue
    Fashion style(s):
    Street fashion and hip hop
    Key fashion accessory:
    His vintage camera
  • Name story:
    Corbin’s name includes French roots,. His first name, Corbin, translates to ‘raven’, and his last name translates to ‘of light’. A photographer’s true artistic medium is not film or a camera, but shadows and light. I wanted Corbin’s name to emphasize his connection to photography.
    Character age:
    Character gender:
    Cis male
    Offsite roleplay:
    This doll's character is not available for offsite roleplay.
    As far as introductions to the Occult Underground go, Corbin Auclair’s was comparatively smooth-sailing. As a child, he was often left in the care of his grand-père, a funny old man who served in the French Resistance during World War II. He enchanted little Corbin with stories of himself and his friends working to save France, or at the very least inconvenience the enemy as much as possible. At the center of every story was his grand-père, Jérôme, and his magick camera. A precocious young child like Corbin was too smart to believe in things like magick cameras. But his grand-père spoke so earnestly that Corbin couldn't help but doubt his own common sense.

    As he grew, Corbin learned how to use a film camera from his grand-père. Polaroid and Kodak, silver gelatin and color positive - everything was fair game. He spent his summers in the darkroom of his grand-père’s basement, churning out rolls of film and print after print.

    When Corbin turned sixteen, he toted his Pentax K1000 like a security blanket. His grand-père showed him how to look through the viewfinder and see what was hidden, and how to photograph someone’s aura. Every picture he took have him power he used to weave light and freeze time in a little paper square. He knew how important it was to take a picture of something that doesn't look like what it looks like. His grand-père gave him a Leica for his birthday, and showed him how to see the dead through the viewfinder.

    When he was eighteen, his grand-père passed away. He knew it would happen, since the colors of Jérôme’s aura portrait had faded like they’d been left in the sun. Corbin took pictures throughout the funeral, but he wouldn’t look through the vast collection of photographs his grand-père had left him - it just didn’t feel right.

    When Corbin was nineteen, he took pictures of rock concerts. He loved the energy and the lights of hole-in-the-wall venues and seedy barrooms. He loved the vibrancy and the emotion of the crowd and the musicians. He shot for merchandise and magazines, selling copies of his photos but never the originals. Those were his, safe in his gallery where no one was permitted to touch them or the power they held. Sometimes he took snapshots of other people’s auras for the fun of it, just like he’d done with the musicians from the last act. When his polaroid developed before his eyes, he saw a phenomenon unlike anything he’d only seen once before - bokeh and fractals of light forming strange shapes over the subjects. When he’d taken his grand-père’s photo so long ago, Jérôme had camera lenses where his eyes should have been.

    In these photos, he saw the bassist with a halo of bullets around his head, and the guitarist with her third eye open wide and staring straight at him. He looked back at the band, who was exiting the stage to make way for the second act. Corbin followed them, intent on investigating.


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