âťť something horrible is happening inside of me and i don't know why. my nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. i feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. i think my mask of sanity is about to slip.an exploration of :           running away and hiding from grief until it finds you on a beautiful winter day. loving despite the fear of being found and forgetting, and the long–lasting effects of immortality.independent, original fandomless muse loved by velvet.writer born in 2004, goes by they/he and any neopronouns. time zone gmt-3. ask for discord.

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haunted doll.

GENERAL .
•   name   :   bellamy valentine.
•   alias   :   yeonhwa (korean name, used rarely by themself but often used by older townsfolk), living music box ballerina (used by critics), the haunting or the entity (used by skeptic townsfolk)
•   gender   :   nonbinary  â€”  agender
•   pronouns   :   they / moon / it / he
•   orientation   :   gay
•   species   :   storm spirit; possessed doll.
•   occupation   :   bakery owner, part–time ballerina.
•   main face claim   :   oneus' xion.
•   alternate face claim(s)   :   ateez's seonghwa, le sserafim's yunjin, xlov's rui.
PHYSICAL .
•   eyes   :   dark reddish–brown, with heart shaped pupils and bruised with lack of sleep underneath.
•   hair   :    black with a barely-noticeable dull blue undertone, just about reaching its thighs.
•   height   :   173cm, though the antlers add around ten extra centimeters give or take.
•   weight   :   n/a
•   build   :   somewhere between slim and lean, built from years of ballet.
•   skin   :   lightly tanned but still a little pale, made of porcelain but still just as flexible as organic skin.
•   clothing   :   loose–fitting and elegant, flowy clothes, often with pearl jewelry.
MENTAL .
•   alignment   :   chaotic good.
•   traits   :   soft–spoken, attentive, gentle, hospitable, night owl, romantic, perfectionist.
•   likes   :   stormy weather, horror media, antique souvenirs, the colder seasons, graveyards, fresh hearts.
•   dislikes   :   entitled customers, underperforming, summer, forgetting.

BACKGROUND.
•   birthplace   :  unknown.
•   (vessel's) age   :  225  â€”  creation finished on october 11th, 1800.
•   current residence   :   a secluded beach town, somewhere in south korea.
•   family   :   all died long ago.
•   pets   :   a fluffy, old black cat named odette.
•   shipping status   :   multiship.
      
âťť + POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES :   despite its long lifespan, bellamy still has a kind of fondness for humanity and the mortal realm as a whole — it still holds moons friends close to their heart regardless of how long they may live for. many customers of the dollhouse, even with the many rumors surrounding the bakery, find that bellamy's hospitability and attentive service always has them coming back for seconds. fellow ballet dancers have praised the spirit's attention to detail when it comes to his own performances and moons enthusiasm when encouraging the others.âťť - NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES :   however, every coin has its other face. although bellamy is quite fond of humans and mortals alike, they still hesitate to get closer to those with shorter lifespans, fearful of accumulating more and more guilt and grief as the years pass. despite its well-rated service and hospitability, he holds grudges against those who've wronged them or moons loved ones, often taking... drastic measures. the attention to detail in their ballet performances often grows into perfectionism, and harsh self-criticism keeps him up at night.


❝ there's always been something off about the local bakery, the one that's always been a little more secluded from the town, with storm clouds always lurking above, slowly swirling in the sky like a bad omen of some kind. the dollhouse, the storefront reads, with a small chalkboard sign sitting beside the door inconspicuously.its interior is cozy, the perfect place to stop by and grab a treat or something to eat going to and from daily business, and yet there's an odd feeling many townsfolk can't quite shake off once inside. some chalk it up to some kind of uncanny valley effect — after all, the rumors of the owner being a literal doll brought to life is enough to make people uneasy. but there's some that believe there's something that lurks beneath the surface, beyond just the rumors of the owner not exactly being human, or even organic.

you see, there's no doubt that each customer service job has its share of unpleasant customers to deal with. the dollhouse's, though, seem to be a more peculiar case. more often than not, shortly after an unpleasant encounter at the dollhouse, they always seem to... disappear. "leave the town," as bellamy's own words have described in numerous occasions. no one really stays long, anyway. it's a strange, secluded little beach town with bizarre happenings in its catalogue. it's especially strange, though, when the town's got recurring tales of an antlered, heart–eating entity carrying a scythe to harvest fresh hearts to feast upon.still, though, nothing has been proven. photos are always too blurry, barely making out anything, or anyone, lurking in the shadows of the night. most likely, though, it's just wild storites, cautionary tales of sorts for people, townsfolk and visitors alike, to stay kind to customer service workers and treat them respectfully, even if at the expense of a harmless bakery owner. after all, bellamy's schedule is just too busy for them to even keep themself awake through the night, no?

timeline

â–Ť âťť   I.
the memories are all a little blurry, the fault of millenia upon millenia blending into eachother monotonously, but bellamy's always remembered that they'd often find themself lurking, watching humanity from hidden spots — they'd been the ones to birth spirits like him, after all, with stories of higher powers behind the oh–so–frightening storms, with harsh winds and torrenting rain and thunder that rattles down to the bones.
 
 
 
 
 
â–Ť âťť   IV.
it started slowly, at first, the corruption; hunger that only organs could satiate — hearts more than anything else, and animal hearts would do fine; farm animals, foxes, deer, even, were some of the go–to's. but it wouldn't last forever; eventually they started having just as much effect as other organs would, which is to say, very little. the next stage would come to be feeding on human hearts, to which a scythe had been forged and, albeit reluctantly, given to bellamy. the scythe he keeps and maintains to this very day.

â–Ť âťť   II.
it wasn't until the late 18th century where a curious alchemist with an interest for the supernatural and a penchant for dollmaking had found it as a mere wisp and began to look into the existence of fae–like spirits. if one were to ask bellamy what this alchemist's name was, he wouldn't be able to recall much beyond the surname valentine, one that they've carried for years — despite the fact that they've been well aware it may have been a fake name given due to apprehension of the strange, glowing winged orb being indeed one of the fae.
 
 
â–Ť âťť   V.
with this newfound craving, something began to... change. the vessel's hair, silver as an overcast sky, began to turn black in streaks, slowly slowly slowly creeping up not unlike poisonous vines would. then it became the lack of sleep, bruising the undersides of moons eyes with the nightmares, nocturnal hunting routines, and the need to live "normally", being seen in the day with the vessel's creator parading it around as "a wonder of alchemy", and the hunger persisted, pulsating in the back of his mind whenever they'd found itself among large crowds.

â–Ť âťť   III.
a corporeal body was soon to be made, one of a ball–jointed, human–sized doll with some deerlike features — antlers, ears, and a few little freckles scattered across the vessel's back. however, it wasn't until october 1800 that the project of giving the spirit this body would be finished. even under the bad omen of sanguine moonlight, the spirit's true, non–corporeal body, its soul, would be sealed inside the vessel, finally bringing the doll to life and giving bellamy a physical, corporeal body.
 
 
 
 
â–Ť âťť   VI.
although the memories of centuries past are all but big blurs of time, there are small clear snippets they remember that still haunt him to this day; an overcast night, moonlight peeking into the house just enough to light the way, the familiar feeling of a doll–like hand gripping onto their scythe like a lifeline, the creak of a door, so much red, and a morning of black where silver once was.
it's not something bellamy speaks of openly, mostly because there isn't much for them to remember beyond those brief moments of clarity and the news of moons vessel's creator having vanished without so much of a trace.

connections & relationships

@voidedperv. VOID    a soulmate in every sense of the word, eternally theirs in every lifetime and beyond forever itself.@zapsline. LEON    a friend they'd helped in a moment of need. moon often drops off some of the bakery's sweets at his workplace nowadays.@gardenspells. ZUNUN    a close and very dear friend, with a sense of familiarity that seems to span eons back.@noctisvale. KAELTHYS    the dollhouse's newest regular — moon appreciates it listening to his unintentional menu ramblings.@vampiriicdesire. MINJOON    a friend with a similar routine and appetite as itself; a delight to have around and share a feast with.

@stellardances. MASHA    a fellow ballerina, whom they befriended while bonding over the art form and often coming across eachother in the studio.@URL. character name    little blurb about relationship if you want !@URL. character name    little blurb about relationship if you want !@URL. character name    little blurb about relationship if you want !@URL. character name    little blurb about relationship if you want !