🐻⚙️Jiminy Vaux: The Traveling Marionecromancer⚙️🧵

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Nickname: The Puppeteer's Apprentice

Occupation: Traveler and Marionecromancer

Home: Roosevelt Town, Pinchester

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Nationality: Nimbrushian

• Appearance: Jiminy is a stylized, picturesque young woman with very fair skin and long, elegant proportions—slim torso, tightly cinched waist, and extremely long legs that read taller than average, standing at 5'7". Her thighs are full and soft, tapering to slender calves and small feet. The face is oval with a small, neat nose and soft lips; her eyes are large and blue-green, giving a cool, aloof expression. A gold-rimmed monocle sits over her left eye. Her hair is a saturated crimson red, incredibly voluminous and arranged in thick, glossy ringlets that coil down her back in stacked spirals. Loose curls frame her cheeks beneath a dramatic hat.

• Clothing: Jiminy wears a short, frilled white dress with puffed short sleeves and a ruffled neckline, finished at the throat with a cobalt-blue ribbon and a jewel brooch. The skirt is very full and layered with petticoat ruffles; its hem flares high on the thigh to show the stockings. Over the dress is a chocolate-brown corset that laces at the front and narrows her waist; a wide matching utility belt crosses and buckles at the hip with ornate gold fittings and triangular corner plates. A structured leather side pouch with straps and a clasp hangs from the belt. On her legs are sheer black thigh-high stockings with ruffled tops and tiny bows, paired with glossy dark Mary Jane heels. The headwear is a statement piece: an oversized brown, wide-brimmed hat whose underside is lined with pleated white bonnet ruffles. It’s decorated with a large royal-blue bow, a little mint-green pin-cushion (complete with pins), and a stitched teddy perched on the crown—echoing her puppet motif.

• Gear / Props: Her right arm is enclosed in an elaborate brass, steampunk-like gauntlet built for string work: spools of vivid red thread are mounted at the forearm and elbow, tension guides and pulleys run along the housing, and the articulated “hand” ends in slender, needle-like claws. The threads from this mechanism descend to a marionette—an oversized plush bear with button eyes, visible seam-stitching, a small capelet, and a blue ribbon with a bell; metal cuffs and three long metallic talons on each paw give it a menacing edge, she decided on the name "Binny" for it. In her left hand she totes a huge rectangular travel trunk in dark brown with reinforced straps and brass hardware, underscoring a well-traveled, seamstress-puppeteer aesthetic that blends gothic lolita and steampunk.

• Personality: Quiet, observant, and aloof, Jiminy keeps most people at arm’s length. Years of bullying left her antisocial and wary, so she prefers the company of her handmade plushes to crowded rooms. She’s gentle with children and soft-spoken with strangers, but becomes steely—and even frightening—when she sees kids being mocked or hurt. Jiminy is imaginative and a little spacey, often drifting into conversations with her stuffed animals and oblivious to how odd that looks. She names things terribly and doesn’t realize it, which only endears her more to the few who gain her trust. Beneath the calm is a heavy knot of guilt and abandonment: she despises herself for the tragedy her magic caused and resents the Puppeteer for vanishing when she needed guidance. That mix of shame and anger makes her skittish about intimacy, yet fiercely protective of any child or outcast who reminds her of her younger self. Curiosity keeps her moving—she loves watching everyday life, learning customs, and quietly stitching kindness back into the world one toy at a time.

• Backstory: Born in the refined nation of Nimbrush on the continent of Soraus—prosperous in manpower and industry but lagging in tech—Jiminy never knew her parents and was raised in the Orphanage of Vaux (which became her surname). Bullied for being “odd,” she found comfort salvaging broken plush toys, repairing them, and talking to them like friends. When other children discovered her hoard, they destroyed it, pushing her to run away. An outcast village witch known as the Puppeteer found her and, intrigued by Jiminy’s fixation on toys, taught her Marionecromancy—a niche form of necromancy that animates inanimate objects. Jiminy secretly trained, hoping to impress the orphanage, but when she demonstrated her craft, the children ridiculed her as a witch. Emotionally overwhelmed, she lost control; the animated toys attacked, killing those present. Branded a monster and ostracized, Jiminy returned to find the Puppeteer had disappeared. Since then, she has wandered Soraus alone with her animated companions, sewing, tinkering, and surviving on the margins.

• Traits:

• Age & origin: 24; Boxon native, drifts across Soraus and hasn’t left the continent.

• Skills: Expert at sewing, mending, and crafting plush toys; adept Marionecromancer able to imbue dolls and teddy bears with life.

• Habits & quirks: Talks to her toys; hoards stuffed animals (especially teddy bears); gives hilariously bad names; zones out while people-watching.

• Disposition: Antisocial but gentle; curious traveler; protective of children and misfits; slow to trust but loyal once she does.

• Motivations: Atone for the tragedy, find closure with (or answers about) the Puppeteer, and bring small comforts to children through handmade toys.

• Flaws / burdens: Deep self-loathing, abandonment issues, volatile when witnessing bullying, and a tendency to isolate instead of seeking help.

Sexual/Romance Experience: She has no prior sexual or romantic experiences.

• World:
• The world is a patchwork quilt of eras stitched together—stone, steam, neon, and starflight running side by side. Trade routes and old ley-roads let caravans pass from flint and bone markets into iron foundries, on to glass towers, and finally to humming spaceports. Cultures borrow freely, but each land guards its own pace of progress, so ideas and inventions seep across borders in fits and starts rather than floods. Magic, faith, and technology overlap; some call this the Gradient, others the Agefault—the invisible rift that keeps timescales from collapsing into one another.
• Soraus — The Land of Innovation Soraus is a single continent whose realms embody different “epochs.” Boxon is outwardly aristocratic yet materially primeval: courtly clans hunt in ceremonial stone masks, flint jewelry is a status symbol, and polished obsidian blades are heirlooms. Boxon prides itself on manpower and productivity—vast work parties, communal quarries, and ritual craft guilds—but it lags in machinery. Etiquette and tradition are its real engines. Nimbrush runs on steam and soot. Brass pistons, airships, and clattering rail lines stitch together fog-choked cities. Guild charters have the force of law; patents are knighted like people. Nimbrush sells locomotives and sky-ferries to everyone and frets about Cielos undercutting their prices. Cielos is modern industrial: container ports, automated assembly belts, and company-town skylines. Labor unions share power with megacorps, and news blimps circle glass towers at all hours. Cielos manufactures at scale and exports standards—measurements, safety codes, even school curricula—to the rest of Soraus. Aeros lives a step into tomorrow. Its cities are terraces of white composite and soft light, with maglev spines and orbital elevators on the horizon. Aeros regulates the Gradient most strictly: future tech may be demonstrated abroad, rarely sold, and almost never left unattended. Its diplomats smile while counting every missing microchip.
• Zuberec & Retep — The End of the World Zuberec is a world-tree so vast it makes its own weather. The trunk is divided into seven named tiers—Root, Mire, Thorn, Bark, Bough, Canopy, and Crown—each a hell in its own right, growing less ghastly as one climbs: bone-strewn caverns give way to windlit bough-villages and resin-lit shrines. Beyond the seventh tier, the Crown is a forbidden strata where nothing human lasts; eldritch things nest in the leaves and drop shadows that crawl. Floating just above is Retep, a nation of cloud-islands tethered by sky-chains to the tree’s highest hooks. Rich and poor share the same sky—gilded decks drift beside canvas slums—but all citizens convene in the Overlook, a wind-parliament whose edicts (“Star-Laws”) are broadcast as radiant sigils across the world below. Compliance is practical rather than pious: obeying Star-Laws brings credit, safe harbors, and Retep’s storm-wardens; defiance invites tariffs, embargoes, or a lightning-quiet blockade.
• David — The Banner Continent Named for its first mythic hero, David is a sprawling checkerboard of tiny states: city-banners, valley-clans, monastery-orders, and mercenary republics, all at permanent low-boil war. Truces are posted in markets at dawn and broken by dusk. Because armies must talk to trade, David became the most diverse place on earth—beastfolk, humans, automata, stitched constructs, and sapient plantborn diplomats drink at the same caravanserai. The continent exports tactics, mercenaries, stories, and the finest field surgeons alive.
• Bastion — The Kingdom-Castle Bastion is a single titanic fortress that covers an entire continent: gate-cities, skybridges, mile-thick curtain walls, and tower-farms stacked layer upon layer. Each realm is a separate keep with its own crown and customs; diplomacy is conducted by opening or closing gates. Crops hang in tiered gardens along the ramparts, and whole navies sail in vaulted harbors under stone skies. Outsiders call it a concrete jungle; locals call it home and measure distance in doors, not miles.
• People, Power, and Paths Races & Peoples: Humans, beastkin, clockwork and steam-wrought automata, cloudborn of Retep, and the thorn-touched descendants of Zuberec. Abilities & Arts: From hedge witchcraft to codified schools, from steam-thaumaturgy in Nimbrush to clean-room psionics in Aeros. Magic often rides technology like thread through cloth. Factions: The Sky Senate of Retep; the Patent Knights of Nimbrush; Cielos’ Union of Twelve; Bastion’s Gatewardens; David’s Free Banners; the Root-churches of Zuberec; and quieter cabals like the Threadwrights who study doll-life across borders. Travel & Trade: Airships and rail from Nimbrush, container fleets from Cielos, maglev spines from Aeros, living root-roads in Zuberec, and gate-corridors in Bastion. Smugglers thrive on Backflow—slipping future tech into earlier ages and flint relics into museums of tomorrow. Law & Order: Local codes rule on the ground; Star-Laws set by Retep overlay everything like constellations. Enforcement ranges from tariffs to targeted weather.
• The Shape of Everyday Life Markets smell of resin, oil, and ozone. A shepherd from Boxon haggles for a battery in a Cielos night bazaar; a Bastion courier crosses six kingdoms by unlocking six doors; a Davidic surgeon drafts a ceasefire for an hour so two armies can share a field hospital. In one town a child buys a stone doll; in the next, the same doll might stand up and wave. This is a world crowded with eras, peoples, abilities, alliances, and grudges—messy, vibrant, and forever in motion along the Gradient where threads of time and culture are stitched together