Toi Breaker

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Mistress Toi Breaker
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Mistress Toi Breaker
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Overview

Alias(es): TB (compliments of Ox)

Real Name: She doesn't remember or chooses not to tell

Age: Appears to be somewhere near 26-28

Concept: Ogre Dominatrix

Entitlement: None

Physical description: Mask: She saunters into the room and scans it quickly, looking for prey. Her eyes are that of a predator, cold and grey, but her smile is warm and engaging. She holds herself with confidence and lets a sinister sexual aura pour off her. She's solidly built and yet still voluptuous. She stands just below 6 feet tall and regularly wear platform shoes to make herself even taller. Her dark hair is usually either slicked back or up in a ponytail. If someone were to look close enough they would see old scars covering her pale skin, reminder of some long forgotten abuse. She makes no effort to hide them, and regularly wears "club clothes" everywhere she goes. She generally makes impossible for her to go unnoticed in a room. She usually smells like fresh berries and "green". She always seems very happy and very playful.

Mein: Her true form is not much different than her Mask. Her skin is grey, and matches her eyes. The scars are more pronounced, easily seen, and clearly cover every part of her body. She is only slightly taller than her mask. She still has that same warm smile and has unusually nice teeth for an Ogre. She also has unusually soft hands that show no signs of scars.

Relevant Mechanics:

  • Striking Looks oooo
  • Spring Mantle ooo
  • Court Goodwill: Summer o
  • Court Goodwill: Autumn o

Character Livejournal: Toi Breaker

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Character Information

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Known History

Basic Timeline:

I’m here to interview Mistress Toi Breaker. The room is oddly soft and hard all at the same time, and it’s filled with rich wine, royal blue, deep forest green, and garnet colors. Burgundy velvet covers the windows and pools on the thick forest carpet. Toi lounges on the settee that is in front of the windows. One wall is covered with massive mahogany bookshelves. Not only are the shelves filled with books but also several vases of fresh flowers. Their scent fills the room and mixes with the scent of fresh strawberries. There is a mahogany roll top desk sitting in front of the bookshelves. A large 4-poster bed fills the third wall of the room. The bed is unusual as it is covered with all manner of beautiful gold rings, clasps, and buckles. The sheets are deep wine and royal blue. Everything in the room is like the bed. At first glance I don’t notice all the “hardware” because it’s designed to blend in with the room. At a closer look I noticed all of the other hidden hooks, latches, clasps, and rings. I get the feeling that this is the “company’s coming” version of the room.

Toi smiles and leans back in her Settee as I walk in. Her grin is nothing short of devious and commanding. She’s an ogre. She "stands somewhere around 6’ tall. She’s wearing some sort of corset with a long skirt that is slit up the front of her legs. She has a flail that looks to be made of the hedge in her hand and draped across her legs. The flail gives off a sinister aura. I can see what looks like bits of flesh caught in its barbs. Much of her skin is exposed and she’s almost completely covered in scars. The scars look old and are not overly pronounced, but you can’t help but notice them either. Some are noticeably wider or longer, and then some are tiny slits. A deviously sexy aura pours off of her. It’s a little unnerving and yet she’s somehow more beautiful than any other Ogre I’ve ever seen. She looks at me with the eyes of a true predator, having long since sized me up and figured out my weaknesses. Her eyes are cold and blue- gray, much like her skin. As I look her over I notice one other odd feature… She has unusually soft hands for an ogre and a domme.

After a short silence she begins to speak. Her voice is not at all what I expect. It’s deep, soulful, and sad. It morphs and changes to match the tale she tells. It rises in anger, and then drops to a sultry whisper. I know she’s leading me down a path, maybe not one I want to go down, but I’m here to get a story, so I’m going to follow.

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Do you have any place you want to begin?

  • She cocks her head to one side and looks at me rather hard.

"Do you really have any idea what the greatest torment is? It’s not physical pain. Pain means nothing. Pain is pleasure when done right. It’s temporary. Once it’s over, that’s it. If a limb gets cut off, so what? The pain is over. You can never be hurt by that lost limb ever again. Sure you remember losing it and the pain. Yeah, it’s tragic to be armless or legless, but you’re still alive. Eventually physical pain means nothing. It can lose its edge, especially in the hands of an amateur. You know, someone who breaks things just to break them, a brute if you will. There’s an art to real torture, and most people just don’t know that. It’s a real art to keep physical pain painful. It’s even more of an art form to make physical pain into pleasure."

  • she smiles a genuine smile, like she’s proud.

"And don’t whine to me about psychological “pain” either."

  • she rolls her eyes.

"People play tricks all the time. Everything is a game. You just have to know you’re being played and do your best to figure out the rules. If you can’t figure out the rules, then make your own up. Most normal people aren’t really smart enough to play those kinds of games really well. They can get a few tricks in, pull a few strings, maybe even get over on you for a time. And I suppose if you are stupid enough to keep letting it happen to you then it would be quite the torment. The psychological side is just another layer. You have to be able to blend it all together. But that’s still not the worst pain."

  • She shakes her head and has a smirk on her face.

"Emotional torture is the worst. That’s the one game you can never win at as long as you care about anything or anyone. My father already beat me before I was taken, so that was nothing new from “the Maker”."

  • she puts the words in air quotes.

"I still don’t know if it made him happy or angry when I laughed at him the first time he beat me. He did beat me harder and more viciously the next time though. All that did was make me stronger. Of course, that’s when he changed his tactics with me. Then he went to trying to play mental games with me. It worked for a while, but then I got smarter. I made up my own rules, and even tricked him once. Only once. Then he changed his game again. Always a game."

  • She leans back in her chair and sighs.

"But let me go back to how this all began. Everything was always my fault at home. Not everyone remembers life before entering the Hedge, but he let me keep certain memories of my previous life. Another part of the game."

  • she smirks at the memory and her face grows dark for a second, then she flashes that same devious smile an seems to return to herself.

"My dad wanted a boy. He got me as his first child instead. He beat me every day to remind me how weak I was being a girl. My mother would save me if she could, but not often. He kept her pregnant all the time and he beat her too. I can’t even tell you how many times she miscarried. Don’t worry."

  • she raises a hand.

"I’m not going to turn this into a litany of child abuse. Just pop open 50 or so of your worst child abuse cases, pile them all into one hideous story, and you pretty much have my story. I would have sworn my father was taken by an Ogre at some point. But he wasn’t. He was just one of the most inhuman humans ever."

If the abuse at home was so bad, how did no one notice and turned him in?

"Well… *sigh* We moved around a lot. I mean A LOT. Probably every 6 to 12 months we were moving. If you keep moving then you’re not in one place long enough to make friends or have any teachers or doctors notice the broken bones, bruises, black eyes, broken noses, and burns."

"Right about the time that it was getting harder to hide the abuse is about the time I was taken. I was 14. My time in Fairie was really skewed. I was only gone 6 months here, but it was 20 years to me, but I only aged 10. But I digress."

"Ok, so family life. There was me as the oldest and most favorite punching bag. Then there was my younger sister, who I think was three years younger than me. Then there was Dad’s golden boy! My younger brother who I think was 7. Then there were two more, both girls again. And at the time I think mom was preggers again because I recall her having a really huge belly. Even now that’s still fuzzy to me."

  • She looks down, sadness filling her eyes. For a moment you think you might see them tearing up, but then that too fades and the cold grey returns.

"Mom tried. She tried so hard. But honestly she got to the point where her spirit was so broken she couldn’t do anything but smile that vacant defeated smile. I hated my brother almost as much as I hated my father. Little brother figured out at about age 3 that he could get away with doing or saying anything. You name it, and it was somehow my fault and not his."

  • she shifts her body and with that her mood shifts slightly. That veil of cruelty comes back to her face.

"Don’t worry I made sure little brother got his. “Like father like daughter!”"

  • she has this wicked look on her face and lets out a short evil laugh.

"He might get me in trouble with dad every day, but at night it was my turn. It wasn’t like that at first. But after he turned 5 it became obvious that he was doing things deliberately, that’s when I got wise and creative. It was this subtle constant war that went on in the house. He’d get me in trouble and I’d torture him at night. By age 14 I was already pretty good at inflicting pain but not leaving any marks, scrapes, or bruises. I didn’t want to give him any proof to show my father."

  • Her face darkens.

"Oh, there was one time I messed up and left a welt on him. That was the worst beating of my mortal life. I was 13 when he put me in the hospital. He had beaten and raped me so badly that my parents had to make up a story about me being attacked by a gang of thugs. What a joke. And everyone fell for it. But oddly enough, that 3 weeks in the hospital was the best time for me. I loved it. I still have a love of hospitals to this day."

  • Her face softens as she seems to recall it with fondness, perhaps even pleasure.

"I knew there was no way I could take on my Father. I was pretty tough and strong for a 14 year old girl, but I was still just a 14 year old girl. I was biding my time, trying to make it as long as I could before running away. Running away was always on my mind."

What about your younger sisters?

  • She laughs this strange laugh that seems to say “you’re an idiot.”

"Oh honey! This was survival of the fittest! There was no way I could protect any of them. All I could do was teach them what I knew and had used to survive that long."

  • She pauses and thinks for a second.

"Ever hear that line “better the devil you know rather than the devil you don’t.” The guy who said that is a freakin’ genius. I sometimes wonder if he was taken by the Gentry and escaped. Boy did he hit the nail on the head."

  • She sighs again.

"So there I was, 14, maybe almost 15, on vacation with my family in Florida. Vacation was like heaven. Dad had to behave himself, at least a little bit. Any tiny restraint on his part was a miracle. I didn’t want to ruin it so I was doing everything I could to keep everyone in line and quiet. But you know how it is… Little Brother couldn’t let it go. He just had to make sure Father lost it, at least a tiny bit every day."

"I honestly wonder if that bastard child was actually sent by “the Maker” to create this situation. I know we’re prone to paranoia, but sometimes I really think that this was all orchestrated. I know the True Fae are unfathomable, so I often wonder if they have the power to just know everything about you. It was all too perfect. I was so perfect for “the Maker” and his menagerie. I really think he somehow planned my whole life. I still think that, and that’s a big reason I live life so big and so full. But more on that later."

"We were out in some nature park. I’d love to tell you which one it was, but that’s one of those memories I don’t have anymore. Father had a meltdown, with the help of Little Brother. He took a swing at me, I ducked, kicked him in the balls, and ran. I ran into the forest. The whole time I kept wishing to be taken away from here, away from this life. I kept saying “ANYTHING was better than this.” If I had only known what I was asking for, I’d never had said it. He heard me, and I got my wish in the most twisted and cruel way possible."

"And there He was, standing in front of me, and He was so handsome. He looked so peaceful and kind. Like a fucking idiot I ran right to him. He held out his arms and I ran straight into them, never looking back. I was so happy to be away from my father I didn’t care who this strange man was. I didn’t even notice when the grass began to cut my skin and turn into thorns. We walked for what seemed like forever. I didn’t care when the landscape changed into something obviously NOT the Florida wilds. I didn’t care that I was walking to a strange man’s house. I honestly thought that I’d survived this much, I can survive anything. It’s a good thing I was right about that."

  • Her face twists into a nasty sneer

"We get to the Castle. It looked like a giant toy. Parts were made of wooden blocks, Linkin’ Logs, Leggos, rocks, broken toys, icing, cake, candy, mud, puzzle pieces, and just about anything else a child might have ever used as a play thing. I was smarter than to think things were going to be ok, but I was still trying to fool myself. I was still hoping I had lucked out and he was prince and I was going to be a princess in a magical castle. Oh the castle was magical alright, but he was no prince and I was going to be the farthest thing from a princess."

  • She smirks and makes a sarcastic face.

"The games started the second we got in view of the castle. Wouldn’t you know a toy soldier with the face of my brother came running out, leading this pack of toys running out to meet their “Maker”. The fear and dread that crossed my face made Him laugh. That laugh flipped a switch and sent me into a rage. I picked up that fucking thing and took out my anger and hatred on it."

"I didn’t even notice the rest of the world at that moment. I never heard the other screams, I never heard him squeal with glee. I relished every scream from that nasty toy. It was smaller than me so it was no trouble to over power it. I took my time and broke every piece of it while sitting outside the castle, surrounded by a ring of horrified toys and one very happy “Maker”."

"That was only the first in a long line of games. It took me a long time to learn, a very long time. I never really know if I’m out of the game yet. I’m always looking, waiting, trying to anticipate the next move. That first experience is one reason why I think this was all a plan by “the Toy Maker”."

  • A human man in a pink tutu and nothing else crawls into the room, grovels in front of Toi and then brings her a glass filled with an amber liquid. He kisses her boots after she takes the glass and then quietly crawls out of the room. She nods in the direction of the door and mumbles “SST.”

"I’m not going to bore you with the years of torture. Everyone has their own stories. Everyone has their own torments. Everyone has their own tear jerking, heart breaking tale. So I’ll try to spare you as much as possible."

"The monster what took me, tricked me, saved me, whatever, was nothing more than a spoiled brat. His castle was a giant toy, built out of toys, built by toys, every room filled with toys, and staffed completely by toys. I should say rooms filled with other Changelings that he used as toys. If you can think of it, He has it. And like all spoiled brats He threw temper tantrums. Tantrums meant that something needed to be punished. And that’s how I became Toi Breaker. After that first moment when I demolished that toy soldier with a face like my brother’s, He made me punish the toys. From then on I broke all the toys He no longer liked, got bored with, or grew angry with. It didn’t stop with toys. Soon it became pets, playmates, and slaves too. Nothing was ever safe from Him, or me. Of course I wasn’t safe from Him either."

"It didn’t take long at all for me to start to change into what you see now, at least it didn’t seem like very long. Like father like daughter."

  • She smirks again and shifts slightly. She seems to get lost in thought.

Is there something else?

"Prism. I’d never really had friends in my mortal life. I certainly didn’t think I would be making any in Fairie either. But then there she was one day, and everything changed. Prism was one of his favorites. She was a beautiful dancer that he turned into a glass ballerina. And she was nice to me. The most fragile toy in the whole castle, the one he loved the most, and she spoke to me, the second scariest thing in the castle. I think “the Maker” allowed us to become friends because it was the one way he could control me."

"I made sure to see her every day. She had to live in fear of not being special to him, but I had to live in fear of everyone else trying to hurt her. The jealousy of the other toys was immense. Once they tried to push her down the stairs so she’d break. I took 10 days to tear those toys apart. I have to say that was probably some of my cruelest torture."

  • She looks off to the side, and a smile curls across her lips as she remembers.

"But then that’s the only way I knew to protect her. It’s all I’ve ever known. And everything that she taught me about being human was so precious to me. I was a monster and this little glass girl was pulling the human back into me."

  • She shifts in her chair and her tone changes to more matter of fact.

"It was after becoming friends with Prism that my mindset shifted. I became less of the angry brute and more aware of the politics with the other toys. It took a while, but with the help of Prism I figured out who the decent ones were. When it came time to punish them, because that time came for everyone, I was a kind as I could be. I did everything to make it not hurt and to have the breaks as clean as possible."

"The reason for this was that we’d started this sort of underground railroad through the trash heap. I’d break the toys and make sure the good ones made it to a certain side of the trash. On that side were other toys hiding, waiting to patch them up and sneak them out."

How long did that last?

"Long enough to get 50 or 75 toys out. He found out, of course."

  • She shifts somewhat uncomfortably in her settee.

"He found out because other toys found out and told. I refused to give up my helpers and sources. He beat me so badly I almost died. While I lay bleeding on the ground in front of the trash pile, he set fire to it so I could hear the screams."

"I realize that I was part of the give away. I had become too nice, too friendly, and too obvious. So I went back to the way I was. At least that’s what it seemed. Eventually “the Maker” could no longer play games with me, because I had become my father. I enjoyed breaking the toys, and walked without fear of anyone or anything. That’s when he went after the one thing that would hurt me. He ordered me to break Prism."

  • She leans forward, her face serious. There is none of the anger or hatred that usually plays on her face.

"I hope you can understand that I had no choice. If I hadn’t done it he would have let someone else, maybe even the other toys, destroy her. This was our only chance. I knew we had to run. So I did my best work I have ever done. I broke her so precisely that I knew she could be fixed. Every blow was perfect. I’m so grateful she passed out. He just stood back and laughed as I worked. Tears streaming down my face. After this I knew he’d have no use for me either. After this he had nothing to control me with."

"When she’d stopped moving, and seemed to be beyond repair, I turned on him. I’d like to think he didn’t see it coming. I only managed to strike him three times with my flail because I heard Prism stir. I hit him in the face, across the chest, which spun him around, and the back of the knees, which tore out his tendons. I scooped her up and ran. I never looked back so I have no idea if the toys finished him off or if they just stood there. I know I didn’t kill him. So, if those toys didn’t finish him off, I’ve got one really pissed off Fae on my ass."

  • She breaks out into a laugh. The thought seems to genuinely amuse her.

Did you both make it out?

"No. I had to take her to a safe house. She needed medical attention and I was a wanted slave at that moment. I knew where some of the other toys were hold up, and I left her there. I had to leave as quickly as possible and made sure to leave as much of a trail no where near there as I could. I have no idea if she lived, or if they were ever found. But that’s when I ran, and ran, and ran."

  • She leans back and throws her arms up in a motion to say “well that’s it.”

"Next thing I knew, I was back in Florida. I was beyond a panic. Here I was, a bloody and bruised 6 foot tall ogre holding a flail in the middle of Downtown Orlando. I hid as quickly as possible and stayed hidden for a week. I was terrified. I thought everyone could see me for what I was and I was convinced that “the Maker” was right behind me."

"But after a week that switch flipped in me once again and I said “FUCK IT!” and walked out. I was a monster and proud of it. I was ready to take on the world if needed. Yeah people looked at me, but no one ran in terror. So I figured I’d just walk around and see what happens. I walked myself to a homeless shelter, got cleaned up, and tried to figure out where I was, when I was, and who I was. Needless to say, those first few months really were tough, but it was nothing compared to what I had lived through already. I was shocked to find out it was only about 6 months after I left. So I got back and it was the winter of 2003. It didn’t take long for me to figure out that I wasn’t 14 anymore. I was closer to about 25, but I could have sworn I had been there for at least 20 years."

  • She smiles and leans back.

"I have a good life. I have a purpose. I didn’t think I would. I really was terrified that I would have to be destroyed. But I accepted that. I’m a monster in so many ways, and not just the way I look. I love causing pain just a little too much. I love the crack of a whip and the crack of bones. I love knowledge, and I love getting knowledge out of people. I love that humans love to be beaten. I know I scare a lot of the Lost, especially the Lost who have just come across. But I’ve turned my life into something good, twisted but good. I was never the poster child for “well adjusted” to begin with. I really think it was my life of abuse that helped me to survive in Fairie in the first place."

  • She pauses for a long time and looks at me as if to say “any questions?”

Do you have a Fetch?

"Yes I do. I know it’s really stupid, but I’ve even met her once. Only once though. It was about a year and a half after I got back, so she was about 16. I was Summer Court at the time, ready to go up there and kick ass. But when I got there I had a revelation. There she was, sitting on the porch in the winter with no coat. Father had locked her out of the house as punishment for some imagined crime. She knew me before I even got to her. She looked up and said two words. “Kill me”. This is the depths of cruelty that the Gentry live in. He intentionally made something to take my place and take a beating every damned day. He didn’t need to make her. He could have just let me be a “run away” who’s never found. But then that’s not amusing is it? Of course she wasn’t really me, she had none of my anger or strength. She was literally just a shadow of what I was."

What did you tell her?

  • She bolts upright at that question and gets defiant.

"I told her No! I said “here’s the deal. You don’t go screaming to the Gentry that I’m around, and I’ll make sure your life gets better. Give me two weeks.” I walked away. It was a huge risk, but I had to take it. It was that moment that I knew I had to live life to the fullest. That could have been me. This was my chance to take the bull by the horns and wrestle life to the ground."

So what did you do?

"I beat the crap out of my Father. The next night I ran into him as he was walking to his car. He had no idea who I was, not even a glimmer of recognition. I beat him just enough to mess him up, but not so much that he was truly hurt. When I was done I whispered in his ear “never touch her again”."

  • She raises a hand and smiles a cruel and devious smile.

"I admit! I was playing a game! One of the oldest games in the Gentry book! I played on his anger. I set him up. I knew full well he’d go home and beat the hell out of any female living in that house. I was planning on it. That’s exactly what he did. And true to my word I was back the very next night. This time I didn’t play around. I broke every rib, every bone in his right arm and hand, both knees, and his right collar bone. Also for good measure I took off the finger tip digit of 3 fingers and part of an ear. I wanted to make sure he lived, but never forgot. I go back and check up on him regularly and still give him a beating every few months or so. I stay away from her though. I’ve never seen Little Brother and don’t want to see him. I worry what I’ll find. But her life is better. Her life is so much better."

You mentioned that you were Summer Court. What are you now?

"Spring, Baby! And loving it! Don’t get me wrong, I admire the Summer Court and will stand with them any day of the week, but I’m in love with Spring. I started out as Summer as anyone could be. I was going to go out and meet any threat on the battlefield. I’m still like that a little. But it was moments like the one with my Fetch that made me a Spring. It made me see that I’m so lucky to be who I am. I can make people happy, and believe it or not, I can fulfill desires. Yeah, I’m off beat and a little scary, but it works. I’m out there, still in your face, just not bashing it in. Of course I do have talents that some Lost can’t stomach. That does make me useful when we find a traitor in our midst."

Have you ever killed a fellow Changeling?

"The most honest answer is yes. It was in Fairie and under the direction of my Keeper, but that’s still no excuse. I have avoided killing a fellow Lost here, but I’m not opposed to it if there is a good enough reason, such as being a traitor or a murderer of a fellow Lost. Many of the other Changelings will never forgive me for my past. Like I said, I’m a monster, and I accept that. I can’t help if others don’t."

Do you have any clients that are Changelings?

  • She shoots me a nasty look.

"I’m not going to answer that. I’m not going to tell you about any client, no matter what they are or aren’t. That would be a serious breech of business etiquette."

Can you tell me about that flail?

"Depends on what you want to know."

Can I touch it?

  • She jumps out of her seat, pulling it away from my reach. A mix of terror and anger twist across her face.

"NO!"

  • She gathers herself, a calm demeanor overtakes her, and she settles back into her settee.

"I mean that’s not a good idea."

Oh sorry. Can I ask what it’s made of or how you got it?

"I got it from “the Maker” as a gift. I’m pretty sure you can guess what it’s made of."

Why do you still have it?

"I can’t really ever put it down for very long. You might say its part of my punishment. I think it’s time to change the topic."

Are you afraid that you will bring attention to yourself for doing this interview?

"No. Someone would have to be an idiot to think they can do an interview and not bring attention to themselves. Do I worry that someone will track me down with this info, or that “the Maker” will get wind of it? Nah. This is all part of living life, meeting it head on, and going full force. Of course someone would have to find me first. If my own father can’t recognize me I doubt anyone else will either. Besides, part of this deal is that you have to wait a certain amount of time before you can release this. That gives me a little protection. People won’t know if it’s 2 weeks old or 2 years. In any amount of time, who knows where I’ll be."

Do you want to say anything else?

"Life is good. Life is REALLY good."

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Merit Details:

Background:

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Motley

Currently none, but she's looking to start one for some of the Lost with -ahem- less than desirable occupations.

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Allies

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Enemies

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Character Inspirations

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Soundtrack

Toi Breaker's Songs for other people

- For Cmdr. Biggs


- For Ox

- For Nicadeamus


- For Ryver


- For Eddie

  • "Eye of Heaven" - In Strict Confidence
  • "Blindhammer" - Assemblage 23


- For Prism


Songs that make Toi Breaker think of Revenant


- Toi Breaker's Theme for others to hear


- A song from "The Highwayman" for Toi Breaker

- A song from Jayjay for Toi Breaker

- Toi Breaker's songs for herself

- Songs that make others think of Toi Breaker

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Quotes

Toi's Opinion of Others:

Dzxoxian Brokehorn - "Oh Ox! You're such a dirty boy! I think you need a shower!

Nicadeamus - "Man did I do a terrible job of introducing him to the real world. I can barely even get him to put clothes on! He only wants to wear a bathrobe. But it's cool. He doesn't lie, he always keeps his word, and he always pays his debts. It's a hell of a lot more than I can say for some of the other members of this Freehold!"

Lily Carters - "Lily is one of the most fantastic people I've ever met. She's amazingly cute and has the most phenominal talent for getting you in a good mood. She's the cuter, nicer, sweeter, and much less scary version of me. I love her!

Victor Smith - "Victor is a fine example of an Ogre and an even finer example of Summer Court. He and I see eye to eye on a lot of things. He's a great man and I'll gladly stand next to him in battle. He's almost makes me wish i was still Summer."

Granfather "If he’d let me I’ll help him carry his burden. He could ask just about anything of me and I’d give it to him. He’s the founder of the House of Cards and people need to cherish him. He’d hate for me to say this, but he still is that shining clock tower. But this time he’s a beacon of hope for all Lost. He’s a tower of strength. He stands as a clock tower made of pure ice as the sun reflects off of it reflecting that lite into a blinding beacon. People don’t see it tho. Little do they know he shines so bright they can’t look at him. They think he’s so cold or slow that that’s the reason they can’t be near him. I sincerely love Grandfather. I only wish he knew it."

The Highwayman - "He took Nick from me, but at least he told me why. Nick made a deal and paid his debt. I don't like it, but I understand it and will respect it. I have to accept that my life will never have Nicky in it ever again, and every time I look at the Highwayman I'll be reminded of that."

Edria Meredith - "My favorite thing she does is get this broody look on her face when she's thinking. Then all of the sudden everyone in The House of Cards is terrified that she's upset. That's the cool thing about fear. Everyone is so afraid of her being sad or unhappy that they would bend over backwards to change her mood. Anyone who says she's not Autumn court is a fuckin' moron. She knows how to work fear better than anyone I know. All she needs to do is look a little broody and all of Orlando quakes in dread of her in a slightly off mood."

- "Edria's totally my girl. At first glance I didn't think we'd have anything in common, but now... She and I get along pretty well. We actually have a thing or two in common. I think I might have even made her smile once. Wait, don't quote me on that, I'm not 100% on that one..."

Hanover McTavish - "Hanover is pretty cool for an old guy. He's still pretty hot for an old guy too! I had a great time talking to him. I hope that he got a little of that Spring back in his step!"

Dog - "Dog is the best ever. He gave me great advice and a magic token which was good luck. That was the only day that week I didn't get stabbed, shot, gashed, or bitten. Anytime Dog needs me, I'll be there. Anyone bullies him, I'll be sure to show them just why I'm called the Toi Breaker."

Nwabudike Osi-Kofi - "I'm not really sure why Booty is so nice to me, but I'm down with that. I know he creeps a LOT of people out, but he's Ok in my book."


Dzxoxian Brokehorn's Opinions:

  • "...hmm? What? Oh, you want to know about Toi? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention...I was imagining I was climbing these two massive, smooth, creamy mountains, hoping to discover perfect joy and happiness when I reached the top. I don't think that has anything to do with, though."
  • "Let me just say...this woman's a genius. She charges people $300 an hour to abuse them, mock them, beat them, and let them tell her she's a goddess and buy her things. The most I get when I do the exact same thing is some bruised knuckles, a few curses, some threats, and some weak pleas and cries of 'Not in the face, not in the face.' Clearly, she had a much better high school guidance counselor than I did. 'Course, if anyone ever told me I was a goddess, I'd probably beat them for free, anyway."
  • "You want to know what Toi does, Holly? Well, how do I put this...See, when a man loves a woman, and her feet, very, very much, and has a great deal of disposable income in the form of cash or non-tracable cashier's checks..."
  • "I know, meat, I know...this is the part of the movie where I say, 'Don't you mess with TB, or I'll hurt so bad you'll WISH you could still cry, and whine, and beg, "No, Ox, quit turning my spine into a pretzel!' See, only problem is, it don't work like that. See, you fuck with her, and I find you? I just beat on you until you're a giant, crunchy bag of bruise and broken bones. But you get her annoyed, and she gets those fine, delicately manicured talons of hers into you?" (Whistles) "Man, I don't know, and I don't want to. She's smart, creative, and will find a way to make you suffer horribly while you beg her to hurt you more. So here's what I'm gonna do, 'cause I'm feeling good today. Here's my phone number. You piss in her cheerios, you go ahead and give me a call. I'll even come pick you up. I know, I know, it sounds too nice to be true, but what can I say? I'm a giver."


Durendal Threat:

  • "See Ox? Ox takes the moral high ground. HeHeHe.. And that's good for him, real good. It makes him a shining lighthouse for Toi to cling to, to get better for. Me? Hah. This is not the face of a man who is sane. No, you think you can hurt Toi and get away with it? You best pray that Ox can get here before I get you, because the things I'll do to you? Oh.. They'll be tellin' stories."


- "Toi Breaker's one of those women that should theoretically make me scream and run in the other direction. She's calm, self-assured and confident, beautiful, and in charge. Wait a minute... maybe that's the men that should be running in the other direction. Regardless, she listens to me and makes me smile and there's not much truer in life than someone you can actually talk to." - Edria Meredith

"There is more to Toi Breaker than I've seen. And I'm not sure what that is yet, but I am sure that I like it." - Laurel Thorn

"Don't be fooled by the appearence she displays. Behind it... there is a woman of strength and passion - who will stand with you when the darkness comes. The Light moves strong with her." - Gaius Arctorus

  • "She's my friend, one my closest friends really. She shows me all sorts of interesting things and takes care of me when Victor has to be kingly or responsible. Toi treats everyone well and is friendly with people, even ones that are mean. Oh and when she smiles, it makes me happy because I know it makes Ox happy, and it's so incredible to see two people in love. But I know that the best part of Toi is that she knows the right thing to say to me when I feel down when Victor becomes so busy. I promise you'll never find a better friend than Toi and that's the truth." - Lily Carters

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  • "The nicest, sweetest, greatest woman I know. Her sincerity and charm are undeniable, and her compassion inspires. If she ever needs a thing, I will happily fly to her aid." - Tobias "Falcon" Scott
  • Caleb's opinion - My complicated flower. Many layers of roses hide the thorns. I've been cut more than once, but that's what makes her unique. If anyone should try to remove a thorn, they would freeze to death. Some day she will let someone in that breaks more than they fix. Someone who can deal with the cuts and bruises that her heart needs to prove someone wants it."
  • "She says she's probably not the best one to talk to a new lost but found, but I think she understands better than most. She has a gentle heart that can convey the most sincerity to another being in the most special of ways. She may be very strong, twisted, and abusive, but I think she can hurt alot more people with her heart." - Nicadeamus
  • "It is in my opinion that Breaker is one of the strongest leaders in, not only the Spring Court, but the entire House of Cards. Her friends are blessed. While she is no queen or regent, she has my respect, for the time." - William "Jayjay" Terrell
  • "Toi doesn't let problems stand in her way, she goes straight to the heart of matters and resolves conflicts before they grow out of control. She's also an ogre which made her a prefect candidate for Plan Kidney Punch." - Victor Smith
  • *sings softly*

"There was a child named Bernadette
(I heard this story long ago)
 She saw the Queen of Heaven once
 And kept the vision in her soul
 No one believed what she had seen
 No one believed what she heard
 That there were sorrows to be healed
 And mercy, mercy in this world.
 So many hearts I find, broke like yours and mine
 Torn by what we've done and can't undo
 I just want to hold you, come on let me hold you
 Like Bernadette would do." - Holly O' the Thorns

  • "I was shocked, I admit it. Toi letting me into her shingdig under her protection. I still do not know what is more impressive that she held her personal loss aside or that she held the entire freehold at bay when I crashed the party. Her tears that day shed at Edria's performance I knew it was a deep wound that I could never cause with my blade." - The Highwayman
  • "I get an invitation to a party from a person named Toi Breaker. I decided to attend, and end up standing up and helping to keep her safe. Now we're friends. Best decision I ever made." - Velios, Lord of Leaves
  • "No matter what people try and do to her, no matter how many times she falls, she will always stand up and fight. She will never Crumble." Falcon
  • "You never know just how much you love someone until their life flashes before your eyes. I'm so sorry Toi. I promise, I'll never Crumble again." Jayjay
  • "Out of everyone at the House of Cards, the woman whom they call Toi Breaker scares me most of all." Tani
  • "...confused i have become as she thinks i need her affection, The time will tell when the witching hours strike, when those feelings of love and caring..die away with terror and fear" - Revenant
  • "When beholding the tranquil beauty and brilliancy of Toi Breaker, one forgets the Ogre heart that beats beneath her chest; and would not willingly forget that this soft hand but conceals a remorseless instinct." - Nwabudike Osi-Kofi
  • "Tha lass has looks ta kill ... an' han's... an' feet... what else kin Ah say, 'cept Ah'm glad tha' if she's na' Summer at least she's Spring!" - Hanover McTavish
  • "Toi got hit by a bus for me. Next time... let me hit the bus." - Jack
  • "I do not profess to know Lady Toi Breaker well, but I do know she is honest, straightforward, willing to protect those who need protecting, and not afraid to live life. One cannot ask for more then that." - Brand
  • "She's a what? Oh... I just thought she liked leather or something. That explains the whip marks on Ox I guess." - Van Silverstorm
  • "Toi's not your typical... well... anything. She and I are totally cool though, ran with me Brim-side once, heck... saved Booty's life that time too. Though, not sure if I would be comfy staying at the "52 Pickup"." - Kei
  • "How could you even begin to call your self a monster when I could easily say that you have been one of the most kind and human of all the lost I have ever met..."Rose White
  • "If she were the type to accept news like this without fighting it, I wouldn't respect her - or love her - half as much. I knew from the beginning how she would react. But it hurts. God, it hurts. I know her. I fully expect her to try to get revenge on me. That's ok. I just wish I could tell her... knowing she hates me? Nothing else she does could hurt more than that." - Holly O' the Thorns
  • "You ordered my death. Because of an argument between myself, and another, you dismissed my life with a pun and flick of your hand. And I forgive you for it. I trust you Toi, inspite of everything. I still trust you." - James Morton
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Rumors

  • Toi can't actually read.
  • She secretly kept the body of Jennings and buried her flail in the casket instead.
  • She kills people who can't pay The Bad Man.
  • Anyone who has ever befriended her has ended up dead or trapped in the Hedge.
  • The 52 is totally like a roach motel for us. You know? Lost go in but they don't come out...
  • Toi is the head of a secret society sworn to protect humans from being taken.
  • Toi has a special floor in her hotel that is creepy... safe, but still creepy.
  • Everyone Toi holds close to her seems to mysteriously be the ones killed or taken.
  • Jack Lennon owes Toi two NORMAL kittens.
  • The newest scars Toi has are from trying to pet the new puppy at Som i'Seely
  • The Highwayman has been screwing with Toi's dreams in particular.
  • There is an unusual and unwanted bond between Toi and The Highwayman.
  • Thomas Thorn held a gun to her head and threatened to shoot her if The Highwayman didn't enter an oath with him.
  • Has been known to take revenge by "poprocking" her enemies. What this encompasses is unknown, but knowing Toi, definately painful.
  • Taught Dog about Lesbian flowers which are good for tea.
  • Toi is nice to Nwabudike due to him holding some form of blackmail over her.
  • Toi gave Falcon an "honorary" vagina (?!)
  • Whenever Toi and Aaron encounter each other outside of their respective freeholds they disappear for a night of sordid desires.
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