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This is Sending. by Star-Seal This is Sending. by Star-Seal
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Name: Sending
Age: About two weeks
Species: Golem
Gender: Female
Size: like an eight year old girl

Backstory: (heavily condensed) Sending is from March Castle, a paradise for children that was meant to be self-sustaining for the five years during which it roamed before returning and collecting a new batch of high-paying nobel kids.
It's attended to by animated plushes, the highest being a dragon named Fierkehper, who can talk and tends the furnace, and the lowest are jewel stoats, silent, creepy dust collectors. A rat king provides the resident rats and softfurred rats (a smaller, dumber species called Ninus; mice to the uneducated) the ability to talk.
In the dungeon, Lobodelrusians or talking Otters reside under their king.
The setup worked well until the self-declared Prince of the children decided not to make the Castle return, as people do not age in the Castle, and he could stay young and free from responsibilities forever. When they started getting bratty, the Otter King started turning some plushes against them. Rather than fight their own battles, the Court Wizard, Dante, made a golem to kill the otter king. Armed with a seam ripper, scissors, and a book on how to kill anything that isn't exactly alive, Sending embarked on a long and winding journey to the pit of the dungeons and back before finally solving the problem for good, resulting in the children leaving the castle, and placing it, and Sending, in the hands of the Otter King.
Sending thinks it's because she wasn't good enough for Dante.

Personality: Sending is quiet, polite, and courteous at all times if she can help it. She firmly believes herself beneath humans and other naturals, and views herself as property with the purpose to please her master. While she harbors both regret and self doubt due to her behaviors in the Castle, and these manifest in her slavish, sober, unquestioning behavior in front of people, Sending is still a kid, and on her own she is just as happy and frolicsome as any other. She is above all else eager to please, as her mind (written on a paper crane in her abdomen) interprets completed tasks as happiness, and failure as depression. She CAN walk away from an order, but it makes her feel ungodly sick.

Sending is impeccably strong for her size, and lacking muscles, she is not bound to the laws of natural power. She can easily lift two hefty adult men, and if the need is great she could heft upwards of six hundred pounds. Sending is not especially fast, but her size makes her agile. Sending uses a giant seam ripper as her main weapon, or if at close range will use the oversized sewing shears on her belt. She is equipped with the Psuedovivicide: A Practical Walkthrough for Killing Those Who are not Actually Alive. The book is almost as heavy as she is, and connected to her by a lifeline attached to the joint in her middle. The book contains everything from plushies, stone gargoyles, zombies and juggernaughts to golems like Sending herself, although she has deigned not to read that particular chapter. Sending has an analytical thought process and is very difficult to spook. She has a one-track mind in fights, and employs a cool, business-like tactic when fighting a particularly savvy enemy. She is also in command of about five hundred jewel stoats. Although she would rather crack a limb then fall on them for help, they obey her every command, and can be useful if employed properly. Sending was enemies with the jewel stoats most of her life. She is actually very pleased with her small size in battle, and dealing with such tiny things annoyed her. She spent most of her life stabbing as many of the damn buggers as she could get her seam ripper into, and so feels guilty seeing them around. The j. stoats have cut gems for eyes, and are made of black velvet. They are mouse-sized with real mouse claws, and as surface cleaners, retain a strong scent of dust and antiquing.

If the word on her forehead is tampered with Sending will be rendered unable to fight for several minutes; if her paper is removed she will die. The Psuedovivicide is heavy and cumbersome, even when she hitches it across her shoulders. Her hands will splinter if saturated with water, and her eyes are sensitive. Sending can be cracked, though it takes the same amount of strength it would require to split a boulder. When hurt she is swamped by a great sense of unease that messes with her judgment. If she is broken, Sending can use a small amount of magical slip to repair the crack, but she has to keep very still for some time and make it dry slowly. If Sending has a moment, she tends to stop fighting and ponder the right path, often giving her enemies a chance to strike again.
Sending is hopelessly bound to her need to be doing something above all else. If her master told her to rake the lawn, she would spent hours picking up every leaf and twig and putting them into a neat heap. If, upon completion, you were to take a flying leap into said heap and scatter it across the lawn again, she would probably give you a very long stare and then get back to work. Because of her defining word, Sending feels most useful when doing tasks that involve violence.

Why Would Srug Be Interested in Sending?
Well, technically, he wasn’t.
Dohbar Chu’s life before March Castle was brimming with adventures, monsters, and so on. The Otter king is under a curse that his life be filled with happiness, love and friends, and that he would watch them all be taken from him. Being a less fair race in a world of humans, and having responsibilities to his kind, he and Srug have a lot in common. They’ll probably meet for coffee before the tournament is over.
Dohbar has found that by isolating himself he is not making friends, and does not feel responsible for their premature deaths, which is why he declined Srug’s invite. Dohbar had already realized that the chances of him and Sending becoming friends due to their similar personalities and ambition was very high, and so decided the safest thing would be to kick her out of his castle as soon as possible. As he has full confidence in her fighting prowess (she did come dangerously close to beheading him) and knowing Sending would be burning for something to do, he thought the best course of action would be to send her to Srug in his place.
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kain-pathos-crow Aug 21, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Hey, this is pretty neat. I like all the backstory and stuff.
Hidden by Owner
This is really cool. She seems like a well-fleshed out character. I especially like the concept of her word of purpose being written on her forehead.
This book, "March Castle," is it in print?
I wish! If my previous attempts at completing a novel are anything to show, it won't even get started for another few years. I'm so bad with laziness, writer's block, and the dreaded Middle Muck, where every author inevitably hates his or her own work until the end.

The word on her forehead, and the calfskin crane are taken directly from the original Prague golem lore. That golem, much dumber than Sending, had I think the word Emet on his forehead, meaning truth, and if you erased the E to make 'met' (death) and took the calfskin spell parchment out of his mouth, he would return to his maker and collapse on top of him, killing him. I always try to wriggle as much myth or history behind my characters if I can.
Isn't laziness the mark of all good writers?

I love putting little bits of folklore and history into my stories, even though I know most people won't get it.
supacrazy Apr 1, 2009
I think she needs a hug.
Haha no. She'd crunch your fingers before you got a hand around her.
Sending does not like being restrained in any way (possibly an unconscious rebellion against the thought of marionette strings...), which is one of the reasons she likes being her size. Everywhere is spacious when you're as big as an 8 year old with a tapeworm colony.
Malchutt Mar 30, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
She seems really cool!
i thank thee, guv'nor!
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