Do not read if you are easily triggered by the following: Kidnapping, Murder, and Cannibalism, and crimes alike.
♥ Dollie ♥
"If you can't beat 'em, eat 'em!"
|Name › Diana Davis "No, that's not right, silly! My name's Dollie."||Age › 23|
|Alias › Dollie||Birthday › July 26|
|Ethnicity › African American||Gender › Female|
|Job › A chef who works with human meat||Origin › North America, Texas|
|Description › Her kindness can be a bit weird at times. She wants to be terribly sweet to everyone, no matter what. It doesn't matter if they're terrified of her, if they hate her, or if she hates them. If you don't like her, she's still going to attempt forcing herself onto you. It takes her quite a while before she finally gives up, a month or two on average.|
In all honesty, her personality can seem a bit forced at times. Most often it's hard to see that her kindness is false, but if she feels threatened, or if someone's trying to get a rise out of her, she falters with it. It's not uncommon for her to angrily snap at those who don't listen to what she says, though if you ask her about it later, she'll pretend as if it never happened.
She's often caught biting her lower lip to the point of bleeding, awkwardly glancing to the side, clearly trying to keep herself from saying things. These are the times that she wants to snap, to just scream and force the person she's talking with to do whatever she wants, but she doesn't want to let herself be mean.
Henry wouldn't want her to be angry, would he?
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|Height › She's exactly 5 feet tall.||Build › Chubby|
|Skin › Caramel brown||Eye color › Bright green|
|Hair color › Dark brown||Hair style › Curly, shoulder length|
|Description › Her eyes are a bright shade of green, and more often than not, she's smiling widely. Her hair is dark brown, and very, very curly, ending at around her shoulders. Her skin is a light caramel brown, and she has a few freckles scattered across her cheeks. She's normally found wearing a simple t-shirt of some kind, and a random pair of jeans. When at work, she has a light pink apron saying "Kiss the cook!" with cutesy little darker pink flowers around the words. She stands at exactly 5 feet tall, and is a bit chubby for her height, weighing 135 lbs.|
All she remembers of her younger years is being raised to cook human meat by some odd, old man named Henry. He was a rough old man, not hesitating to punish her when she tried to go against something he asked of her.
As she grew older, and found out how genetics worked, she came to realize she looked nothing like him. He was incredibly tall, bulky, and sickly pale, while she was short, chubby, and dark. She'd started asking about it when she was about 10, bringing up the subject whenever she could squeeze it in. As the years went on, she'd demand to know, but he'd just brush her off. This continued until she was about 15, when he finally broke.
He told her about how he'd killed her real parents, and had even cooked them alive, as he'd been experimenting on whether or not people tasted better when cooked while alive or already dead. He told her about how her real name wasn't "Dollie", about how she might have even had some siblings before he snatched her up. He confessed that he only took her because he wanted to get her some more meat on her before he killed her, but he had ended up falling in love with the little baby, choosing to raise her as his own instead. After all, he did need someone to continue the business after he died, so keeping her rather than killing her was perfect.
At the time, she hadn't known how to take in all of this information. She'd simply shut herself down, not sure how to feel about the man she'd thought of as her father. The entire time she'd shut herself off, he'd been worried. Had he lost her trust? Would he need to kill her? He'd thought about it quite a few times, but he could never get himself to decide "yes", as he hadn't lied when he said that he'd grown to love her like a daughter.
After a few months of absolute silence from her, she suddenly became oddly sweet and outgoing, acting as though nothing had happened. He questioned her about it, of course, but she'd simply shrugged, saying that she hadn't even known those people. They could have been horrible parents for all she knew. Henry was all the family she had ever truly known, so why change that? So, things went on like normal.
They traveled around, selling cooked human meat whenever they could. Then, after talking to a few different people, Dollie found out about the "deep web". Honestly, it took her quite a while to build up the courage to try and find out more about it, even longer for her to convince Henry to let them get a laptop. When she managed to snatch up some free wifi from some idiot nearby, it took her quite some time to figure out how exactly she was supposed to get to it. She'd never even used a laptop before. So, she went on a little quest. Every customer Henry and her served, she'd ask them what they knew of the deep web. It didn't take too long for her to find someone who knew all about it. With their help, she was thoroughly taught how to access it, how to use it, and how to stay as safe as possible on it. After that, business was booming. It was so easy for them to find people who wanted to buy from them. They gained a reputation on there. Things were wonderful for them.
For a while, anyways. Henry had slipped up. On her 17th birthday, of all days. He only wanted to get her something wonderful to eat on that special day, a gift for his sweet adopted daughter. He'd gotten caught by the police, as someone had seen him sneak into one of his victim's houses, and called the police. He'd probably been so messy with his sneaking around because of how excited he was. Since he hadn't known anyone had seen him, he'd been taking his sweet time killing those people.
After they'd found him, they'd soon found Dollie, too. She wasn't ever allowed to go with him when he killed someone. Ever. As the years went by, she never once went with him. Sometimes he'd bring someone back alive for her to help him with, to teach her how it was done, but he was always too scared that she'd get caught if she went. So instead, she had to stay in the random car he'd snatch up, waiting for him to come back.
Of course, they'd eventually found her in the car, and dragged her away. However, Henry insisted that he'd been keeping her against her will, saying he'd kill her easily if she tried to leave. Which was easy to believe, considering how she looked. She'd wanted so badly to protest, to go with him, but she'd stayed quiet, too shocked that he'd gotten caught to even speak.
It took them months to decide whether or not he was lying, until finally, they decided that he may be telling the truth, and let her go. She seemed innocent enough to them.
For about a year afterwards, she seemed lost. She fell into a depression. He may have killed her blood relatives, but she hadn't known them at all, so he was all she truly had. And now, he was gone. In that year, she hadn't continued with the job. Instead, she picked up random jobs when she could, worked up some money, and then left for somewhere else again.
Finally, however, she realized something. Why was she being like this? Surely, this isn't what he would have wanted. Not at all. He would have wanted her to continue in the business.
So, she did. With a smile on her face.