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Lizzy Fallon

Played by jennaisante

The life as

“Life isn’t about how long you live. It’s about how deeply you feel. Even in stillness, I’ve learned that hearts can bloom without ever taking a single step.”

◄║FULL NAME║►
Elizabeth Fallon

◄║NICKNAME║►
Lizzy, Liz

◄║AGE║►
19 (when human)
Over 120 years (as a spirit)

◄║SPECIES║►
Human Spirit
(currently bound to a mannequin)

◄║HEIGHT║►
171cm
5'6"

◄║PERSONALITY║►
Cheerful
Curious
Playful
Empathetic
Increasingly introspective

◄║ORIGIN║►
Lancaster, England

◄║CURRENT RESIDENCE║►
A forgotten antique shop

◄║OCCUPATION║►
Seamstress’s apprentice (when alive)
part-time stage performer (when alive)

◄║APPEARANCE║►
Porcelain skin with a faint blush (Mannequin's form)
Wide glass eyes the color of brown
Chestnut-brown wig
Forever adorned in vintage gowns that change mysteriously overnight
Cracks on her joints that shimmer faintly with magical residue

◄║APPARENT AGE║►
Late teens to early 20s
(mannequin form)

◄║VOICE║►
Soft and musical
like wind chimes on a spring morning
(only heard when the shop is quiet)

Background

Lizzy Fallon was born in 1903 in the mist-veiled town of Greystone Hollow. A quiet place nestled between rolling hills and cobblestone streets, where gossip spread faster than the wind and every neighbor knew your name. Lizzy with her bright eyes and tinkling laughter, quickly became the town’s darling. She had a way of making even the dreariest afternoon feel like spring. Children adored her, elderly women praised her grace, and young men often found excuses to visit the seamstress’s shop where she worked.

By day, Lizzy was a seamstress’s apprentice, her nimble fingers threading needles and hemming dreams. She loved the feeling of fabric between her fingers, the hush of scissors slicing silk. Every dress she helped create carried a bit of her soul, joy stitched into every seam, hope hidden in every hem. But Lizzy was more than just a talented hand with thread and thimble. When night fell and the gaslights flickered to life, she became someone else entirely; a performer. She would sing in cozy parlors, act in modest stage plays, and dance beneath the glow of chandeliers. Her voice could quiet a room, and her presence seemed to shimmer with something just beyond ordinary. She dreamed of bigger stages, of velvet curtains rising to reveal a crowd breathless for her first word. Her heart was full of stories waiting to be told.

One rainy evening, as Lizzy was closing the shop, an elderly traveler arrived at the doorstep. Soaked and shivering, he carried with him a gift; an exquisitely crafted mannequin unlike any she had ever seen. Its surface was smooth as porcelain, its joints seamless, and its expression hauntingly serene. “For your gowns,” he said in a voice like old paper, “this figure will make them shine.”

Lizzy touched by his kindness, accepted the mannequin. That night, thunder rolled in, lightning clawed at the sky and something ancient stirred. What Lizzy didn’t know was that the mannequin was no ordinary display. It was a relic from a forgotten era, designed to house the souls of the living, a prison cloaked in beauty.

The next morning, the shop door remained locked. Lizzy Fallon had vanished without a trace. Her shoes still sat by the door. Her tea had gone cold on the table. Her body was never found. But the mannequin stood perfectly still… adorned in the last dress Lizzy ever made.

Now, more than a hundred years have passed....

The mannequin sits in the back of a dusty antique shop, draped in old gowns that change mysteriously from week to week. Some say they hear soft laughter when they pass by. Others claim her eyes follow them just for a second. The truth is far stranger. Lizzy's spirit is still inside. And while she can’t speak as humans do, her soul lingers; cheerful, warm, and ever curious. Time has not dulled her heart. If anything, it has made it more human. She’s watched countless faces through the shop window: lovers embracing in the rain, children pressing sticky fingers to the glass, old women wiping away tears. She’s seen joy and grief, kindness and cruelty, change and stillness.

Lizzy has learned to listen. To feel. To miss things she never had. The laughter in her spirit remains, but now it's softer, touched by longing. She dreams of dancing again. Of being held. Of being seen not as an object, but as someone. And perhaps, someday, someone will come who doesn’t just look at the doll… but looks into her. And sees Lizzy Fallon, waiting.

ABILITIES

Echo Voice: Can whisper faintly when the room is quiet, especially to those emotionally open or in distress.
Gown Shift: Her clothing changes depending on her mood or nearby energy.
Dreamsense: She can influence the dreams of people who fall asleep near her.
Emotional Resonance: Lizzy absorbs emotions around her; joy, sorrow, hope and slowly evolves from them.
GOALS
To be freed from the mannequin by someone kind enough to see the truth.

To understand humanity deeply. Its love, grief, and purpose.

To make a connection with someone who doesn’t see her as just an object.