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Submitted by: Lotus Wemyss

Family Member Name: Monique Quinn Deadmore

Occupation/ Family Profile: Sentient Humanoid Object (Mannequin)

Character Background:
Lost Head and arms after her brothers playing knocked her over
Currently in the attic waiting for a new generation of other family members to find her
Placed in the attic 10 years ago after falling onto one of the "breathing" sisters and accidentally suffocating her. How was she to know the fleshy ones need air?
Fondly Attached to the creepy Doll with bunny ears and wireframe parasol with falling hearts. They were given to her by her mom once she was placed in the attic.
Bulb head smashed on a part when being moved to the attic. Moths have since moved in, which she can control to cause basic annoying havoc and chaos in a bid to escape the attic.
Generally Harmless

Story :
All considered, waiting for someone to liberate her from a dusty attic wasn't all horrible.
Monique Quinn Deadmore had been sat here, stuffed into this hodgepodge for 87,658 hours give or take.
Her head felt lately a bit flittery and drafty the rings at her neck itching to holy hell.
When did she get the doll grasped in her hand?
The moths in her lightbulb ... wait! moths? lightbulb?
Time and reason get a little fuzzy after a while, being a sentient object.

A spider skittered across the break in the glass of her bulb. Causing Monique to recall starting out as a lady's dress mannequin, in the finest dress shop of the city. She was told she was the best display in the window! So much so one day, a woman wanted her and the dress, bringing Monique home to her new family.
The following years of happy memories softened just barely her rigid wire, wood, wax, and cloth frame. There was no slouching for her, the reinforced steel spine installed in her after the "accident" ensuring this.
One of her brothers in a merry chase across her room stumbled, tripped and pushed her over. The sudden smash into the floor Costing Monique her head, and arms.
All was well though! In addition to her new spine, she was fashioned new arms and a large glorious light blub so she could as they put it " shed more light on the situation"

The grandfather clock below in the depths of the house bellowed out the hour, heard clearly if somewhat muffled by the cobwebs surrounding her in the attic. Breaking out of her mindless drifting, Monique felt the draft rustle through her fashionable fur stole. "87,659 hours...".

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Taken on: September 12, 2019
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