Uriah Hewitt Malchias

Head Sculpt:
Saint (faceplate ver.)
Pale Pureskin
18m Mystic body/Doll Legend jointed hands
  • Face-up artist(s):
    OE by Shallowsleep, SA by me
    Body blushing artist(s):
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    Date of acquisition:
    February 11th, 2013
    Head purchased on DoA, body direct from Dollshe
    Best Points:
    With his current modifications, he is my most reliable stander. I adore the range of slouch I can get with his neck and chest joints for maximum angst. Dollshe's interpretation of anatomy is just beautiful and even the joint shapes feel organic to me.
    Worst Points:
    I suppose some form of thigh and shoulder mobility joints would really take this body sculpt to the next level.
    Brooding, cantankerous Uriah is the terror of the dormitory's third floor--and resident Dr. Feelgood.
  • Eyes:
    Made by me
    Suri alpaca by me
    Fashion style(s):
    Leather, worn-out band t-shirts and flannels, holey hoodies stinking of stale cigarettes and ripped jeans he can't remember owning before he woke up trashed in an alley.
    Key fashion accessory:
    Uriah is currently using a borrowed body while his is on order. As such, only his hands bear ink at the moment. Some elements will be redone this time, but the carryover from his previous (Pure) body will certainly be his full back tattoo of an angelic swan bearing twin guitars up an ethereal stairway in space. His wig is six years old and I want to make him a new one. ... I want to update his faceup with more 'texture' but the original is too precious to me... let's face it; he'll never be done.
  • Name story:
    Uriah: Needed a soft, breathy name with no hard edges.
    Hewitt: Unbeknownst to him, it was a "Mr. Hewitt" who convinced his teenage mother not to have an abortion.
    Character age:
    Character gender:
    Offsite roleplay:
    This doll's character is not available for offsite roleplay.
    ESTP, Snake, Aquarius, womanizing, grungy, lazy, cantankerous brooding jacka-- :eusa_sile

    The first 18 years of Uriah's life were spent tossed between group homes and foster placements in the midwest. Biting the hands that fed him, seeking destruction, disruption, pleasure and vice wherever they could be found, he was a perfect storm that no teacher, foster or social worker was prepared for. He speaks nonchalantly about the abuse he has experienced, but falls silent when asked about the date of death permanently etched into the back of his right hand.

    Spurred by an unknown conviction, Uriah hauled himself out of the gutter, defied what society had ordained for him and reached Hartlege U two years ago with nothing to his name but a backpack and an old guitar. To any outsider, it would seem he won, beat the system, proved his ability to support himself and strive for a better future. However, he is still haunted by an unspeakable mistake, the memory of which can never be banished from his sober mind. By the time Gailan and Lysander enter his life, his self-medication has spun out of control and he has slipped quietly into ravenous addiction.
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    Old bod, old eyes, old tats:






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