Cheri's a rather small creature, a cross between a white jackalope and black sheep. Her fur is always covered in tiny pink roses. She prides herself on her cuddly appearance. It seems her black eyes are constantly a swirl of uncoordinated lines. On the plus side, it's not difficult to tell how she's feeling.
Cheri has a sweet, high-pitched melodic voice. When she speaks, it sounds like she's constantly on the verge of singing. And sometimes she actually does sing.
From her toes to the top of her head: 2'5". From her toes to the top of her ears when standing upright: 3'8".
✖ Coming up with puns and rhymes
✖ Making flower crowns out of the flowers that grow on her fur
Cheri has the spirit of an artist. She loves to create, to think, to play. She makes friends easily by her affable aura and cheery demeanor. Cheri enjoys dreaming up projects, making things, and giving them away to friends, enemies, and strangers alike.
Although amicable on the outside, she's actually quite the cynic. Too much thinking leads to negative thoughts. Her charisma leads to manipulation when she wants to get her way. Though oftentimes, to keep her friendly facade, she yields to the wishes of others. She often worries about whether she is liked or not.
✖ Arts and crafts
✖ Loud noises
Cheri's witty and rather good at thinking up rhymes on her feet, so she uses her singing voice as her weapon. In her showtunes battle tactic, she uses her voice to manipulate people into thinking her way. In addition, she can sing lullabies that can soothe enemies (or troubled friends) to sleep. Prone to interruption by outside forces, her own stuttering, and the deaf and earless.
[ PLAYER | Sonata ]
What an intriguing creature. She's been nice enough so far. Perhaps I'll try to befriend her. There's something about her voice...
Twiste held the delicate porcelain teacup in her hand, gently tracing the intricate designs on it as she listened to the conversation around her. It was smooth and slightly warm in her cold grasp. She was always fascinated by teacups but never quite so fond of tea. She didn’t take a sip.
“It’s such a shame you can’t sew, your designs deserve to be turned into real clothes.”
Twiste noticed a slight twitch at the corner of Alice’s lips and wondered what it was for. “Um, yes, it is rather tragic… I can never figure out how to create patterns. Sometimes I ask my aunt to help me with construction when she’s not too busy,” she responded between her thoughts.
She stole a glance in Lysander’s direction and caught him looking back. Quickly, she looked away, back to examining the teacup. It really was quite lovely. Too lovely. Just like him, Twiste mused, but she stopped herself. No, no, I mustn’t… not him… not my new and only friend’s crush… I really mustn’t. Twiste shook the thought from her mind and managed a meek smile for her new companions.