There was another world where the very will to live granted something spirit.

Each animal species, even the insects and fish, had its own wisdom and lore. Each tree, mushroom, and flower convened through its roots and grew as it planned. Even the rocks that embraced their will to live hardened into gemstones, harboring the power of the elements.

Before long, there was a species that developed language — communication not in signals and emotions, but in complex signs and ideas that could be combined to form new signs and ideas. And from these ideas grew war: battle not for survival, but for more money, more glory, more of mere ideas that the insects and trees and gemstones couldn’t have bothered to think about.

And, threatened with how deeply it was hurt, the will to live was itself was granted spirit.

At first, its spirit was just like that of a common rock — immobile, doomed to watch and suffer, to some degree simply accepting its fate. But the more language-speakers grew in number and fought themselves, it began to yearn for change.

And so it discovered how easy it was to manipulate other spirits.

At first, it only communed with language-speakers, in dreams and visions, interacting with their own will to live. Soon, it discovered it could control all spirits in the form of their desires. It allowed anyone’s desire, to the degree it was suppressed and unfulfilled, to not only affect the behavior of the world around them, but also take a spirit form. Language-speakers and the most clever of animals learned how to tap into their will to live, and magic filled the world.

But there was a cost. The world itself desired to live, and magic tore at its very threads.

Not wishing to be opposed to the world itself, the will to live requested that the world embody itself in a language-speaker’s life to understand why happiness should have such a great cost as magic. The world complied, and a lifetime of desire and pain later, came to one conclusion:

It wished to destroy itself. To let magic run rampant and order crumble, so that every spirit may live and live loudly. And that required a sacrifice of the world itself.

So the will to live cast one last spell, one last manipulation of desire.

The world would look past itself, into alternate timelines and universes, to experience as many lifetimes as it could. Even as its shape faded and its spirit was reborn, over and over, the will to live would refuse to let it die, and to let all its traces disappear.

The will to live chose an existence where it could control the world’s spirit, with a tight leash over every desire and emotion it had. Of course, the world’s hidden desires would eventually manifest themselves as other spirits, and the will to live would have to find another reincarnation — but the will to live must self-preserve, and therefore keep the world alive, at any cost…

But now, in this universe, it lives as a doll named Mierija.

The quiet, brooding type, who will explode at you if you cross her in the wrong way. Loves fashion and makeup. Will do anything to protect her sister Seion, and works tirelessly to keep her in the dark about her previous existence. She is very curious about how magic works in every world, and aside from her natural psychic powers, which only seem to work on entities from her universe, she dabbles in trying to learn any kind of magic from this world. She is very hesitant to trust any new dolls until she knows exactly how to manipulate them.

Anything girly. Her main outfit is ryousangata, but she also enjoys mori kei, himekaji, and lolita.

Fashion

White magic and religious mysticism

Asking for a new faceup or a restring every other month