Name: Dorothy Lewis
Nickname:Miss Lewis, Dor, Dor-Dor, or Doro-chan
Age:Her exact age is unknown, since she always answers the inquiry with a different answer. The fact that her physical age almost seems to fluctuate with the different phases of her madness does not help the matter at all.
Gender:Female
Species:She will reply that she is a "proper little human girl" when asked exactly what she is, but it is likely untrue.
Position:Chaotic Neutral
Powers:Despite her claim to be an average girl, Dorothy has two powers at her disposal that are more than a bit unusual for a human girl to have. For instance, she seems to be able to dematerialize at will. Dorothy is always appearing or disappearing without warning. She also seems to be able to hold a insubstantial state, since she often spooks people by popping out of walls. The farthest distance she can travel using this technique is unknown, but she uses it to traverse the various worlds.
Her other power is that of conjuring. She can summon and dismiss items at will. It is important to note that she does not seem to be able to conjure living things, and objects larger than her are too much for her to handle; also, she can only dismiss items she herself has called forth.
Weapon:Although Dorothy's madness never allows her to actually participate in a battle -- she lacks the attention span for it and, when attacked, will often respond by just exiting that area or world -- she is occasionally seen wielding an odd croquet stick in her crazy little games. It is made entirely from a strange black metal. Snug bands of crimson leather rest on either side of the mallet portion, as well as at the top and bottom of the stick.
Picture:Appearance:In her oldest incarnations, Dorothy is a beautiful young woman. In her youngest, she is an angelic little girl. But no matter the age she takes, several things remain consistent about her. Her hair is always long, a silky luxurious black that falls easily to her waist. Her eyes are always an odd shade of lavender, a soft pastel, yet vivid and eye-catching at the same time. Her skin is always unblemished, her body always willowy and lithe. And, no matter what, she always has an unfocused expression of madness on her face.
Clothing:While her age may change, her clothing never does. Dorothy wears a pretty black dress that falls to her knees. A layer of frilly white cloth rests under the lower part of the dress, causing the skirt to fluff outward. White stockings cover her legs, while her feet are protected by pert little dress shoes that are as black as her dress. White lace adorns the fringes of the dress. Her arms are bare, but Dorothy wears a simple black choker at her throat.
Personality:The personality of Dorothy is hard to describe simply, thanks to the nature of her madness. Overall, she often seems to be a very absentminded but imaginative girl. She can become very silly, sorrowful, or even cruel at the drop of a hat. She likes to talk with people, no matter their race or position, and has a fondness for playing children's games. Unfortunately, many of the games she plays somehow end up twisted in some manner.
Dorothy often talks to a selection of people she claims are her friends, but no one has ever seen or heard the people she speaks to. Chester is very mischievous boy that usually urges Dorothy to play pranks on people, but his "innocent" suggestions often hold an element of cruelty. Her second friend, Harold, is a stately middle-aged man who concerns himself with morals and manners, which makes him most likely the sanest voice in Dorothy's head, but she doesn't heed him much. And then there is Mildred, a thoroughly scorned and bitter woman who hates cheery things and gives Dorothy dark advice.
History/Background:Not much is known about Dorothy. No one knows her age, or her species, or even where she came from. The first world she was noticed in, however, was Wonderland. The strange antics of that place suit her, and it is probably Dorothy's favorite world. Even so, she never stays in one place for long, so she can be seen almost anywhere.
Dorothy is looking for someone, a person that she calls her "Wizard of Oz". While the exact meaning of the title is unclear, it seems that Dorothy will utterly pledge herself in service to whoever she names her Wizard. Gender doesn't seem to be a factor, either, since she will ask anyone that she meets if they are her Wizard. Although her usefulness is dubious at best, she seems very sincere in her wish to find and aid her Wizard. No one knows what particular qualities she is searching for in the people she meets. Only time will tell if she finds what she seeks.
Role Playing Sample:"Sneak up on him. Give him a fright!" Chester cackled, grinning evilly.
"It'll serve him right for walking in such a place like this alone.""Give the boy a chance." Harold countered, exasperated.
"Maybe he's lost.""Maybe we should slit his throat." Mildred suggested, her tone sulky. She still hadn't forgiven the other two for overruling her opinions last time.
Dorothy nodded thoughtfully, hands braced on the branch she sat upon as she watched the boy wander through the brush. Plants groaned and complained as they were stepped on or pushed aside, whining at the presence of the intruder. The tree Dorothy was perched on snickered. The girl allowed herself to giggle with it.
The boy froze at the sound of her laughter, eyes going wide as he glanced rapidly at the source. However, there was nothing. No one. Puzzled, the boy started to let out a sigh of relief... but it turned into a scream of surprise.
Dorothy had wrapped her arms around him from behind, gently resting her chin in the space between his neck and shoulder. "So tell me..." she whispered, grinning at the cackles that rose from the surrounding plant life. "Are you my Wizard of Oz?" Amused insanity made her odd lavender eyes glimmer.
The boy took one terrified look at her and fainted, going limp in her grasp. Disappointed, Dorothy dropped him. "...He didn't even answer me."
"Slit his throat!" Mildred repeated more gleefully this time.
"But I've only got my croquet stick." Dorothy pouted, said stick appearing in her hands. She stroked the black metal with her fingers. The stick let out a protest. "...'Sides, Milly, I don't feel like slitting throats."
"At least steal his wallet." Chester snorted.
Dorothy's brows rose as she considered that proposal. Finally, she nodded, smiling. "Okay, Ches."
The unfortunate boy would wake up some time later, alone, completely stripped of his valuables.
Questions?Dorothy is somewhat delusional -- obviously -- so, when I post, it'll reflect the things she sees and hears, even if others fail to notice the products of her insanity. Such as giggling bushes. >_____>;;;