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Jessibel, nicknamed Jessie. it/she/they/he all good
likes to "play dead", then puff pneumir at unexpecting people. sometimes seen "frothing at the mouth", which is really just stuffing.
being a plushie is weird or whatever, but it's not so bad. injuries are annoying, and staying well-groomed can be a chore, but it has a way with kids. local children will sometimes bring new stickers or pins or patches for it, and Jessie plays into their make-believe. he likes to tell people he's a real plushie that was cursed with sentience, not a vespire carrying a darker history :-) lighthearted, patient, bouncy, curious, and caring
originally, Jessie was meant to be the next vessel to hold the essence of a dying vespire who knew their time was coming. once all their affairs were in order and the very end of their time, they severed their tongue, used as a source of runic energy. into the life-sized plushie it went. what the dying did not consider was that the source of one's magic does not necessarily carry one's soul. Jessie has a mind and life of its own, although flashes of feelings and memories or vaguely familiar phrases will spill forth in speech.
altogether, this is the manifestation of a curse. Jessie's stuffing is always coming out, sometimes even blocking their ability to speak. maintenance is a constant effort. there was no loophole to escape the reality of death. the cause of the illness bore the markings of a curse, too, but a plush body to transfer one's self over... well. it was not executed with oversight from any being that might understand what the proper method would've been. whoever created Jessie was a different person than the curious fellow that lives now.
not in spite of but even with all of this, he's a laid back person. Jessie lives in a small town where the adult residents know her origins, but don't want to tell their children who happily play with it. it does take good care of the children, somewhat of a guardian roaming about. adults are both grateful and unnerved. rumors circulate. Jessie tries to mind its own business. they won't stay in the house where they were created, though... it feels wrong, even after having been cleaned out.
