"Poh-nimay"
AKA Poggy

Her ears might suggest she's an elf (if they're seen),  but her bright amber eyes hold a far wilder and barely restrained fey quality.

 She may never be noticed actively -doing- anything against the law,  but she observes her world with the scrutiny of a hunter surveying its prey.

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Her Very Own Playlist! Updated randomly.

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL31Nqk1TOV3UTyujGBegfB2eyLQTDE638
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((Special thanks to Immersion_Whore (Kimiku) for roleplaying creating a 'tribute doll' for Poggy after some RP had the Fae's last avatar body get destroyed.
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Her hands move with skill of a master tailor, but the heart soul of a geisha. Each piece carefully selected, representations not only of the one it would mimic, but the wishes and belief in what she could become. She had made dolls before, Iki, Shinigami, Bunraku and many others during her training toward her profession, this one however was special and required details far beyond any she had made before. Her voice soft as she sung prayers to the ancestors, picking up the finest silk she imbued it was herbs know to make skin more sensitive and soft, she began the slow long process of giving her doll skin over its finely crafted muscles and organs. Details so impeccable it could be used to teach anatomy.

Each organ made of materials that closest represented the actual organ, reactive and sensitive materials she would not normally use, and each treated with compounds that would give strength and vitality to even the weakest of beings. The velvet heart soaked and stained with the blood of a powerful beast, dyed and dried in dragons heart blood collected during a hunt. The stomach and intestines dyed with a mixture of herbs that improve digestion, and bile from a yeti. Each organ detailed and soaked in herbs that would improve function in a human, as well as ground dried organs of powerful beasts to make a dye. Even the tongue having fine details so that it tickled a little when it brushed the skin. The skeleton of the doll lovingly carved from branches lost by red oaks, to give strength and life. The teeth sharp as the person it represented, each one selected from a basilisk to form a perfect row up and down, even small and deadly. Eyes hand crafted hemitite, onyx over large pure pearls, no expense spared, the way they caught the light as she sewed reminding her so much of the light that lay inside the darkness of this creature, that part that so few see.

Her hands move deftly with such skill as to show not a single stitch, covering all of the doll making it seem all the more lifelike. Spider thread from her own weaving used to hold the doll together, part of the old imbued into the new. A gap left under the left breast to allow passage to the heart, she had seen Droido hold that box so often, his manner betrayed him long before his words. He had the key to all of this. She would be their creation, the weaver and the knight protector. She worked through the night till dawn, letting the doll then rest in the morning light before beginning once more.

The final evening came too quickly, only the hair and nails left to do. Opening an ivory box she removed the finely crafted golden tipped nails, the rarest diamonds she could afford to have her Father craft for her. A smile touches her lips looking at their beauty, she nods to herself knowing that even a rose has thorns. Each she puts in place with a warriors prayer offering strength to the doll as she applies the last. Perhaps now the most difficult of things, that frizzle hair, that living thing that seems impossible to recreate. She closes her eyes and remembers what she sees of the woman rather than what others see. That regal sternness with a child's light and play, lover of chaos and nature, predator, gentle heart, protector, and much older than any can see. Gathering the threads of silk that are left she stiches each one in place individually, with each one she places a spider upon till it wanders off then puts it aside till the next thread it made. The dawn comes and goes, the dusk then too, till finally it is done.

Lighting the candles in the room she places the doll in the center to begin the clensing rituals done for death dolls to prepare them for the spirit that will guide the person home, altering it to focus on the fae folk invoking her name as she weaves this into the hairline at the base of the neck, if not knowing to look for it, it would never be seen. Now the fasting and prayers begin, and soon the tribute is ready