WILLIAM (WILLOW - "THE DOLLMAKER") - DEMIROMANTIC - SINGLE
BREEDINGS? I DON'T THINK WE WANT TO TORTURE OUR ARTISTS THAT MUCH
BREEDINGS? I DON'T THINK WE WANT TO TORTURE OUR ARTISTS THAT MUCH
willow, the dollmaker
Willow WIP
- very creepy
- very mean
- likes murder and crafting dolls
- was a singer once, got his voice stolen
- now he crafts living dolls, for which he uses souls of Viscets
- sometimes he collects souls, mostly it's just outright murder
- the dolls are telephatically connected to him
- and speak for him
- he will also create dolls for others
- he doesn't care what kind you want and why you want it
- as long as you pay him
- lives in a creepy mansion right next to a huge willow tree
- actually likes hosting dinnerparties
- can be a geninue nice host, as strange as that sounds
- music and food are always nice
- as long as you are fine with living dolls serving you
- very creepy
- very mean
- likes murder and crafting dolls
- was a singer once, got his voice stolen
- now he crafts living dolls, for which he uses souls of Viscets
- sometimes he collects souls, mostly it's just outright murder
- the dolls are telephatically connected to him
- and speak for him
- he will also create dolls for others
- he doesn't care what kind you want and why you want it
- as long as you pay him
- lives in a creepy mansion right next to a huge willow tree
- actually likes hosting dinnerparties
- can be a geninue nice host, as strange as that sounds
- music and food are always nice
- as long as you are fine with living dolls serving you
follow, oh follow, the whispers underground
where the living are mute and the dead voices sound
can you hear the tree singing? I tell you, beware
He's come for your very life; now, aren't you scared?
The clocks are still ticking, the rivers still stream
the wolf is still howling and the owls, they still scream
but deep underneath that old willow tree
darkness awaits all, even us, you and me
where the living are mute and the dead voices sound
can you hear the tree singing? I tell you, beware
He's come for your very life; now, aren't you scared?
The clocks are still ticking, the rivers still stream
the wolf is still howling and the owls, they still scream
but deep underneath that old willow tree
darkness awaits all, even us, you and me
Additional Information
Willow, under which name he is known now, was born under the name of William, during the same time as Willard. Indeed, the two of them were quite close friends and there are rumors saying, that Willard's death is what sparkled Willow's obsession with dolls in the first place. William was supposedly in love with Willard and his death broke his heart, the dolls he started creating, being a way to feel close to Willard, who had the pelt looks of a sewn doll. However, some bad tongues even say, that Willow was the one, who killed the two lovers in the first place - out of jealousity. If this is true or not, however, will never be known.
Now - before he became who he is now, William was a noble and sweet gentleman. He was rich and famous, especially for being an opera and theatre singer. Indeed, Willow used to have the most beautiful voice of all time, the hearts of males and females alike in his paws and his generous soul just making him even more loved. The dolls he would make, he would gift to children on the streets. He would buy food for the poor and donate money to charity. Everyone loved him - well, except for one. She was a singer as well, but not as famous as William. Her voice was great, but sadly not as great as Willow's. She despised him, because everything fell so easy on him, and one day she decided to end it all - well, for William, at least. She went to a witch and in return for the promise that she could keep it, she had the witch take William's voice.
This was the point where everything changed for Willow - because without his voice, he was nothing. While his heart grew darker, he searched for revenge, and therefore landed on the doorstep of the same witch, that had taken his voice in the first place. However, no matter what William offered her, she refused to give him his voice back. So William left and returned with a doll, which just looked like the gracious female, that had brought the suffering upon him. He was fine with her keeping his voice, he told the witch. But he wished for revenge and therefore held up the doll, showing the witch: "I want her to be my voice."
In return for his heart, which would make him immortal, the witch granted him the gift of being able do make dolls alive. Be it through his own creating mind - or be it through putting an already existing soul into the lifeless body of a doll. His first one was her. He waited for her, killed her and captured her soul - only to later on transfer it onto the puppet that he had made before. He looked at her, smiling, his lips moving but no sound escaping them. Instead, it was the doll, fully aware of what had happened to her, speaking for him: "I am your master now. I am the dollmaker."
Since then, William has changed alot. Nothing is left from the once bright and friendly creature, instead he is vicious and mad, the embodiment of craziness. He lives in a hut right next to a big Willow tree, which gave him his nickname. On the first floor of the hut, there is a shop - Willow sells dolls and puppets, alive or not, however his customers want them, he denies no wishes. The dolls are his life now, his whole existence even. Under the old Willow tree, there is a huge underground cave, from which many different sounds and noises raise into the air. Down there, Willow buries his experiments - creations, that have gone wrong in some way. The rest of his creations are stored in the hut. When a customer enters, he will see nothing but rows and rows of dolls and puppets, sitting there and staring at whomever entered. Some of them might even turn their heads. And Willow will probably be sitting on an armchair, right in the centre of all his creations. He will smile, and then his lips will move, but no sound will leave his mouth, as he is still mute. Instead, at least twenty different voices will sound, coming from the dolls closest to the dollmaker. You will probably spot the one sitting in his lap: Old and torn, cracks in the once white porcelain. It is her, the first one, and still his most prized possession. And the twenty voices, or even more, will welcome you:
"Welcome, my dear, I am the dollmaker. How may I assist you?"
Now - before he became who he is now, William was a noble and sweet gentleman. He was rich and famous, especially for being an opera and theatre singer. Indeed, Willow used to have the most beautiful voice of all time, the hearts of males and females alike in his paws and his generous soul just making him even more loved. The dolls he would make, he would gift to children on the streets. He would buy food for the poor and donate money to charity. Everyone loved him - well, except for one. She was a singer as well, but not as famous as William. Her voice was great, but sadly not as great as Willow's. She despised him, because everything fell so easy on him, and one day she decided to end it all - well, for William, at least. She went to a witch and in return for the promise that she could keep it, she had the witch take William's voice.
This was the point where everything changed for Willow - because without his voice, he was nothing. While his heart grew darker, he searched for revenge, and therefore landed on the doorstep of the same witch, that had taken his voice in the first place. However, no matter what William offered her, she refused to give him his voice back. So William left and returned with a doll, which just looked like the gracious female, that had brought the suffering upon him. He was fine with her keeping his voice, he told the witch. But he wished for revenge and therefore held up the doll, showing the witch: "I want her to be my voice."
In return for his heart, which would make him immortal, the witch granted him the gift of being able do make dolls alive. Be it through his own creating mind - or be it through putting an already existing soul into the lifeless body of a doll. His first one was her. He waited for her, killed her and captured her soul - only to later on transfer it onto the puppet that he had made before. He looked at her, smiling, his lips moving but no sound escaping them. Instead, it was the doll, fully aware of what had happened to her, speaking for him: "I am your master now. I am the dollmaker."
Since then, William has changed alot. Nothing is left from the once bright and friendly creature, instead he is vicious and mad, the embodiment of craziness. He lives in a hut right next to a big Willow tree, which gave him his nickname. On the first floor of the hut, there is a shop - Willow sells dolls and puppets, alive or not, however his customers want them, he denies no wishes. The dolls are his life now, his whole existence even. Under the old Willow tree, there is a huge underground cave, from which many different sounds and noises raise into the air. Down there, Willow buries his experiments - creations, that have gone wrong in some way. The rest of his creations are stored in the hut. When a customer enters, he will see nothing but rows and rows of dolls and puppets, sitting there and staring at whomever entered. Some of them might even turn their heads. And Willow will probably be sitting on an armchair, right in the centre of all his creations. He will smile, and then his lips will move, but no sound will leave his mouth, as he is still mute. Instead, at least twenty different voices will sound, coming from the dolls closest to the dollmaker. You will probably spot the one sitting in his lap: Old and torn, cracks in the once white porcelain. It is her, the first one, and still his most prized possession. And the twenty voices, or even more, will welcome you:
"Welcome, my dear, I am the dollmaker. How may I assist you?"