Meet the Pretty Creepy Cuties
Mary Annette
Will you play with me?
This disturbingly adorable wooden doll was brought to life through a combination of magic and curiosity. Infused with a spark of life given her by an enchanted potion, Mary Annette is no longer interested in being controlled by her strings.
Finally free to roam the world and driven by a desire to understand her origins she is now on a journey of self-discovery hoping to find a place where she truly belongs.
With a giggle that sends shivers down the spine and a playful demeanor that can turn sinister in an instant, Mary Annette is a fiery living doll caught between worlds, looking for a playmate.
Small Undead
Armor Class: 12
Hit Points: 58 (13d8)
Speed: 0 ft., fly 40 ft. (hover)
Challenge: 4 (1,100 XP)
Description: Always dressed in somber colors, the woeful Po is a solitary creature formed from the spirit of the lost and forgotten. Its bright continence hides the hollowness that it hoards deep in its soul. When discovered, it wails and flees to find another hiding place.
Lonely Wail (12/Day): When left by itself, and provided it isn’t in sunlight, the Po releases a mournful wail that pierces the hearts of any who hear it. All creatures with 30 feet must make a DC 13 Constitution saving throw. On failure, the listener loses the will to smile or laugh for 1 hour.
Po
Upon a far time, somewhere long, long away,
a cute little girl lay asleep.
A shimmer of nets, every night as she slept,
came alive in the moonlight above.
Woven with care, silver tangles in air
of the stuff of the magic of dreams.
In the dark of the night, she'd dance in delight
across landscapes of wonder and charm.
With a smile she’d awake in the light of new morn’,
her heart filled with the stuff of those dreams.
Never knowing the strength of the spinner of threads,
or the power that watched her in her dreams.
Ara
Age: 18 (for the past decade)
Location: Currently haunting the old cemetery on Elm Street.
About Me: Hey there! I’m Lurx. Sure, I might have a slight shuffle to my step and a few stitches here and there, but I promise, I’m all about brains.
Interests:
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Horror movies: I love a good scare.
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Cooking: My special dish is a killer brain casserole (totally kidding, I stick to vegan brains).
Favorite Activities:
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Reading: Big fan of gothic literature and anything by Edgar Allan Poe. Poe is my hero.
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Music: From classic rock to the latest hits, I love jamming out (bonus points if you know the "Thriller" dance).
What I'm Looking For: Someone who can appreciate the sweet, thoughtful ghoul within. Must be OK with a never-ending supply of corny undead jokes.
If you’re looking for a partner who’s always up for a frightfully good time, swipe right. Let’s make some eerie-sistible memories together!
Lurx
Juju
"Hey, diddle, diddle, I giggle and giggle
as they all come out to play.
"A pin and a poke and I laugh at the joke
as they dance the night away.
"Hey, diddle, diddle, I giggle and giggle
as they all come out to play.
"The old lady chants and the spirits dance,
and everyone must obey."
Once more with feeling…
"Hey, diddle, diddle, I giggle and giggle
as they all come out to play.
They wiggle, I giggle and give a quick jiggle
as they dance the night away."
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the creepiest of them all?
This whimsical, eerie wraith twirls through the shadows with an enchanting grace. Once a beloved performer in a grand theater, Donni Bell was left behind.
Forgotten and alone she pirouettes under the moonlight leaving delicate drawings in the dust. Donni wanders the bleak halls and broken-down rooms of the old cinema creating beautiful pieces of art as she goes. Her movements as fluid and graceful as they are creepy.
With a mischievous smile that hints at untold secrets, she dances on, dreaming of the day when she will find someone to share her art with. A captivating figure in the twilight, Donnie Bell is a blend of charm and macabre, forever seeking those brave enough to join her.
Donni Bell
Pyewacket
Someone stopped me today and asked me what I am. On the bus of all places.
I used to lay awake at nights wondering that myself. Lots of nights. Dark lonely nights filled with weird noises from outside my window. But I finally figured it out. I’m me. Simple. That’s always the answer.
“I’m cute,” I told the bus-person. And I smiled.
Y’see, that’s what I realized. I can be whatever I want to be, and I like being cute. If being cute is like some kind of magic, then I’m the freakin’ Fairy of Cuteness. I walk around in my pink beanie being cute at people and it makes me smile.
(Shrug) I like pink. It’s cute, just like me.
So, anybody asks you what you are. You look ‘em in the eye and you tell ‘em you’re cute. Or you’re a fairy. Or a mermaid. Or even a troll, if it's a cute troll. It’s all good. You are who you are and that’s perfect.
See, you’re smiling. Fairy of Cuteness strikes again.