Penny Kohl
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Elemental Manikin |
|---|---|
| Court | Spring Court •• |
| Freehold | The Freehold of Unturned Stones |
| Player | Candice Beever |
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Overview
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Real Name: Unknown
Age: 20
Concept: Kickboxing Mannequin
Entitlement: None
Physical description: Penny looks like a store mannequin. She's tall and so slender it is sickening. She is actually made of plastic, but generally it's a very soft plastic that almost feels like wax. There are even joint lines on her neck, shoulders, and legs. So she always wears a choker ribbon around her neck to hide the seam. She is always dressed in the latest fashions. Although, actually she is usually wearing it just before it becomes a fashion.
History
Basic Timeline:
Previous history is unknown
March 2008 - Left the hedge
Background:
Before the Fae
Before the Fae I was a fashion model. That’s why I was taken. I stood out; even above the other models I was prettier. But I was also miserable, bulimic, lonely, and hollow. That’s why no one really looked for me when I went missing. It wasn’t hard for them to believe that I’d jumped into the river or something. But I don’t remember that life, maybe that’s a good thing, I wouldn’t know. All I can remember are flashing lights, hundreds of them coming out of the darkness.
While with the Fae
I was a mannequin for the Fae, forced to stand still for hours…days…weeks on end, sometimes in the most uncomfortable positions. Forced to smile and look happy even though inside I’m crying…screaming… I was so bored and always in pain. It was torture. So I left. Every night after they'd finished dressing us mannequins I could hear the click of the door locking and one day I didn't. So I left. I just walked out…out of the building…out of the hedge. I don’t even know if they realize I’m gone.
After the Fae
When I left the hedge I was cold…tired…hungry. I must have walked for hours. It felt like hours. But then I came into a town the sign said Carbondale and into a mall, a vast expanse of stores selling clothing. Finally something familiar, however terrifying that familiarity may be. But then I was appalled to see the clothes they were selling. They were at least a year behind the fashion. What sort of place was this? What respectable store would ever sell last year’s clothing? But still, I’m drawn to it, the clothes call to me. Or perhaps it was the smell of the food court, I’m not sure. I wandered from store to store looking at their horrible clothes and sad looking mannequins. I guess these mannequins aren’t required to smile. Then I walked into the Gap. After a few minutes, the manager walked over to me. She started asking questions about my outfit. She said it was the hottest outfit she had seen in a long time and how she wished more people had style like mine. Original. She introduced herself as Angie. I opened my mouth to tell her my name and then I realized that I couldn’t remember. I couldn’t remember my own name, my identity. Who am I? I quickly told her that my name was Penny Kohl, remembering two of the store names I’d seen earlier and then I smiled my best smile. After all, I know how to look happy whether I’m miserable, hungry, and exhausted or not. I know how to look happy. Angie said she loved my attitude and asked me where I was working at the time. I told her honestly that I didn’t have a job so she promptly offered me one, doing the mannequins. My heart jumped…I couldn’t…I had just left that life. Then she explained that I would have work late shifts after the store was closed but that I could have total freedom as to how I dressed the mannequins. Dressed the mannequins. She didn’t want me to be a mannequin; she wanted me to dress them. I didn’t know what to say. How could I do to these, what they had done to me? It just seemed wrong. But then I looked around at them. They all looked so sad, with their uncomfortable positions and ugly outfits, they probably get laughed at like I used to when they made me wear ugly outfits, and I bet their dressers never talk to them either, I always wished they would…I had been quiet for so long. I could help them, if not to escape then to at least be comfortable and stylish and to talk to them. So I agreed and at 10pm that evening I started my first real job, at least that I can remember. The next day Angie was astonished with how great the mannequins looked and she would almost have sworn that they were smiling, but of course the outfits must just be brighter so as to make them look happier. After a few weeks Angie also started to notice a pattern with the sales, whatever outfits are on the mannequins actually do sell better, much better. She’s hired the best mannequin dresser in the world. Meanwhile, while I’m waiting for my first paycheck, I’m sleeping in a back corner of the store room behind some boxes hoping that no one will see me. And at night I’ve been taking food out of the vending machines so I won’t starve to death and I keep thinking how horribly unhealthy all this junk is for me. But I’ve gotten to know the mannequins, so at least I have friends now.
For more information: Penny's Stories
Allies
None, but she's working on it.
Enemies
None yet.
Character Inspirations
- The eighties movie Mannequin - Dave - Clothes, of course the clothes - Ashley (from work), Gemma (from Fool's Gold), and Tohru (from Fruits Basket)
Quotes
"Is that a Barbie?" - Roak Sab
"I just got my ass kicked by a mannequin!" - Face
"I wouldn't worry about it, you're plastic. Too chewy to eat." - Cadmus Clay
