Post by ᏦᎥᏦᎥ ✎⋆｡°✩ on Aug 15, 2023 19:12:27 GMT
Name: Niffty
Nicknames/Aliases: Nif, Neat Freak, Freak, Bug Eyed Freak, you get the idea...
Gender: Cis Woman
Age: 22 (at death); 89 (total)
Sexuality: Strictly Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Does "boy crazy" count as an answer?
Year of Birth/Death: 1933 / 1955
Place of Birth: Nebraska, USA
Classification: Sinner (Bug Demon)
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Personality: Full of energy, Niffty is eager to serve and please most demons in the Happy Hotel. But Alastor and Husk take special priority; Alastor being her "boss" and Husk being an elder she looks up to. Despite her unfortunately limited brain capacity, which annoys the two of them to no end. However, what she lacks in wits she makes up with enthusiasm and diligence.
Messes are her least favorite thing, and will move hell and high water to rectify them. Even if that means moving furniture or entire sinners from the spot in question. Despite her ditzy nature, she proves to be remarkably agile and quick on her fit. Which she utilizes to her advantage; much like her energy in general she prefers to zip from place to place rather than stroll. Getting her to take a break is a Herculean task.
As much as she loves her work, she has an unbridled love for life as well. Easily excitable and entertained, she loves new activities (so long as they're tidy!) Behind the wide smile and busy body attitude lies an explosion waiting to detonate. Unresolved traumas she ignores by getting lost in her work, should she be forced to confront these triggers...it would get rather uncomfortable.
Don’t be fooled by the peppy air about her–while she may be small, she is mighty and takes great pride in being at Alastor’s disposal. When he says jump, she doesn’t ask “how high” she just leaps. No matter what is asked of her. There’s also a sadistic side to her that she keeps under strict lock and key, if she can help it. But she admittedly takes GREAT joy in exterminating pests that have the misfortune to cross her. Usually without mercy. She also can get temperamental when people try to stand in the way of her two passions: meticulous cleaning and men.
Additionally, living in the time she did, she still holds some misogynistic views, never quite unlearning the patriarchal conditioning she was subjected to. She also has a bad habit of dismissing and invalidating concerns from women.
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History: The baby girl in a family of 7, Niffty was born and raised on a family run farm in Nebraska. Her four older brothers were from her father's first marriage, which tragically ended with the mother dying in birthing her last son. Having suffered an injury that left him rather weak, with lifelong complications, raising four boys and a farm on his own was an impossible task. It wouldn't take long for him to remarry a wonderful, respectful and diligent Japanese woman. Niffty's conception was unintentional, but they were still ecstatic to bring a darling little girl into their life.
The early days of her life were excruciatingly difficult, between the Great Depression and eventual World War II ravaging her family's finances and emotional bandwidth. What they lacked in comforts, they attempted to make up in love. However, it became difficult when the three eldest boys enlisted in the war, and unfortunately lost their lives in combat. The youngest son was just short of old enough, otherwise he would have enlisted as well. The deaths shook the family to their core, however. Once the youngest turned 18, he ran away. Abandoning his disabled father, his mother living in constant fear of internment for her and her daughter, and his own baby sister. This was the final straw to break the once strong family, reducing Niffty's parents to shells of the people they were before.
Feeling compelled by obligation and duty, Niffty made it her mission to provide whatever her parents needed. This would go on until Niffty herself turned 18, when she knew what her next duty was: finding a husband that could provide for the three of them.
Her marriage started happily enough (her parents made a wonderful impression on the groom and his family) and her parents had easily convinced him to move into their farmhouse. Niffty was convinced this would make things easier on her parents, but secretly was waiting for a well deserved break. She did deserve one, right?
Seems her husband thought not--her workload didn't let up in the slightest. In fact, it got heavier now that she had to care for a demanding, and sometimes violent, manchild. He may have had the money to keep the farm comfortable for years to come, but what of Niffty's comfort? She found no reprieve from his unrealistic expectations, nor cruelty, until he made plans to visit family he had in the city over state lines. He'd be gone for a week at least. Distressed, she begged her parents for help once he was away. Help to get this awful man out of her house and out of her life. However...
"Sometimes we must suffer for love. Think of all the things he's provided for us. Don't be selfish, dear."
Selfish. The thing she tried to avoid her entire life...now being thrown in her face. Because she asked for one thing. Once. Niffty was already under a lot of mental strain, but this was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. That night after a delightful dinner as always (Niffty always did make the best roast beef) Niffty surprised her parents with a delightfully exotic dessert: blood pudding. They all eagerly tried it--
--unaware of the needles she put in them.
The deaths were long, and agonizing, from what Niffty could hear. Once their eyes grew wide with pained realization, she threw herself into the bathroom, locking the door securely behind her. They would pound, plead, scream and eventually curse her while their throats filled with blood. Eventually, the noises ceased.
It was difficult for her-- she did love them, very much. And she knew how much they loved each other. So after much thought, she made the decision to show her parents just how much she loved them.
Using the embroidery needles and sewing skills her mother so diligently passed on to her, she made certain that her parents would be together forever. She would keep their bodies in the basement, visiting them once in a while to tell them about her day. It was a macable display that truthfully left her feeling unsettled with herself, but quickly became routine to her. She didn't mind the smell they exuded. And she would have continued to tolerate it as well, but fate had other plans. Namely her husband returning home a day earlier than she had anticipated. In the middle of one of her pep talks with her deceased parents, she could hear him retch in revulsion behind her. She hardly had the time to stand, turn around, and protest before she felt something hot pierce her. Twice more.
Her husband stood over her bleeding body, hyperventilating with the gun in his hands. The pain was over as quickly as it set on...
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Powers:
“Fire Resistance | When Alastor summoned Niffty from the Hotel's fireplace, she was entirely unaffected by the fire.”
“Agility | Niffty is capable of rushing to her desired locations easily and is able to make her way around her surroundings with little to no effort.”
Quick Stitch | Her proficiency with sewing is remarkable, and she has the ability to theoretically stitch many things together that do not belong…
Skills:
Domestic Responsibilities | Cooking, cleaning, and sewing are all second nature to her.
Musical Talents | Guitar and tambourine.
Bilingual | Speaks Japanese fluently.
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Trivia:
An avid reader of fanfiction, and writes her own “friend fiction” which may or may not get erotic. (Sorry folks.)
Quilting is a nostalgic activity for her, and tends to relax her.
Spending her whole life toiling on a farm, she was ecstatic to explore all the wonders of urban life she denied herself in life. Hence her preference for pop culture trends from the 50s.
She has a whole scrapbook full of ideas for her dream wedding. It's very thick, very heavy, and has a lot of glitter.
Her favorite thing to make AND eat is Plum Charlotte.
Wanting to copy Alastor, she drinks her coffee black. But she actually hates it.
She doesn’t drink alcohol, because, “That isn’t ladylike!”
She loves movie night!
Nicknames/Aliases: Nif, Neat Freak, Freak, Bug Eyed Freak, you get the idea...
Gender: Cis Woman
Age: 22 (at death); 89 (total)
Sexuality: Strictly Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Does "boy crazy" count as an answer?
Year of Birth/Death: 1933 / 1955
Place of Birth: Nebraska, USA
Classification: Sinner (Bug Demon)
»»———————————————————————————————————————————————————————-
Personality: Full of energy, Niffty is eager to serve and please most demons in the Happy Hotel. But Alastor and Husk take special priority; Alastor being her "boss" and Husk being an elder she looks up to. Despite her unfortunately limited brain capacity, which annoys the two of them to no end. However, what she lacks in wits she makes up with enthusiasm and diligence.
Messes are her least favorite thing, and will move hell and high water to rectify them. Even if that means moving furniture or entire sinners from the spot in question. Despite her ditzy nature, she proves to be remarkably agile and quick on her fit. Which she utilizes to her advantage; much like her energy in general she prefers to zip from place to place rather than stroll. Getting her to take a break is a Herculean task.
As much as she loves her work, she has an unbridled love for life as well. Easily excitable and entertained, she loves new activities (so long as they're tidy!) Behind the wide smile and busy body attitude lies an explosion waiting to detonate. Unresolved traumas she ignores by getting lost in her work, should she be forced to confront these triggers...it would get rather uncomfortable.
Don’t be fooled by the peppy air about her–while she may be small, she is mighty and takes great pride in being at Alastor’s disposal. When he says jump, she doesn’t ask “how high” she just leaps. No matter what is asked of her. There’s also a sadistic side to her that she keeps under strict lock and key, if she can help it. But she admittedly takes GREAT joy in exterminating pests that have the misfortune to cross her. Usually without mercy. She also can get temperamental when people try to stand in the way of her two passions: meticulous cleaning and men.
Additionally, living in the time she did, she still holds some misogynistic views, never quite unlearning the patriarchal conditioning she was subjected to. She also has a bad habit of dismissing and invalidating concerns from women.
»»———————————————————————————————————————————————————————-
History: The baby girl in a family of 7, Niffty was born and raised on a family run farm in Nebraska. Her four older brothers were from her father's first marriage, which tragically ended with the mother dying in birthing her last son. Having suffered an injury that left him rather weak, with lifelong complications, raising four boys and a farm on his own was an impossible task. It wouldn't take long for him to remarry a wonderful, respectful and diligent Japanese woman. Niffty's conception was unintentional, but they were still ecstatic to bring a darling little girl into their life.
The early days of her life were excruciatingly difficult, between the Great Depression and eventual World War II ravaging her family's finances and emotional bandwidth. What they lacked in comforts, they attempted to make up in love. However, it became difficult when the three eldest boys enlisted in the war, and unfortunately lost their lives in combat. The youngest son was just short of old enough, otherwise he would have enlisted as well. The deaths shook the family to their core, however. Once the youngest turned 18, he ran away. Abandoning his disabled father, his mother living in constant fear of internment for her and her daughter, and his own baby sister. This was the final straw to break the once strong family, reducing Niffty's parents to shells of the people they were before.
Feeling compelled by obligation and duty, Niffty made it her mission to provide whatever her parents needed. This would go on until Niffty herself turned 18, when she knew what her next duty was: finding a husband that could provide for the three of them.
Her marriage started happily enough (her parents made a wonderful impression on the groom and his family) and her parents had easily convinced him to move into their farmhouse. Niffty was convinced this would make things easier on her parents, but secretly was waiting for a well deserved break. She did deserve one, right?
Seems her husband thought not--her workload didn't let up in the slightest. In fact, it got heavier now that she had to care for a demanding, and sometimes violent, manchild. He may have had the money to keep the farm comfortable for years to come, but what of Niffty's comfort? She found no reprieve from his unrealistic expectations, nor cruelty, until he made plans to visit family he had in the city over state lines. He'd be gone for a week at least. Distressed, she begged her parents for help once he was away. Help to get this awful man out of her house and out of her life. However...
"Sometimes we must suffer for love. Think of all the things he's provided for us. Don't be selfish, dear."
Selfish. The thing she tried to avoid her entire life...now being thrown in her face. Because she asked for one thing. Once. Niffty was already under a lot of mental strain, but this was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. That night after a delightful dinner as always (Niffty always did make the best roast beef) Niffty surprised her parents with a delightfully exotic dessert: blood pudding. They all eagerly tried it--
--unaware of the needles she put in them.
The deaths were long, and agonizing, from what Niffty could hear. Once their eyes grew wide with pained realization, she threw herself into the bathroom, locking the door securely behind her. They would pound, plead, scream and eventually curse her while their throats filled with blood. Eventually, the noises ceased.
It was difficult for her-- she did love them, very much. And she knew how much they loved each other. So after much thought, she made the decision to show her parents just how much she loved them.
Using the embroidery needles and sewing skills her mother so diligently passed on to her, she made certain that her parents would be together forever. She would keep their bodies in the basement, visiting them once in a while to tell them about her day. It was a macable display that truthfully left her feeling unsettled with herself, but quickly became routine to her. She didn't mind the smell they exuded. And she would have continued to tolerate it as well, but fate had other plans. Namely her husband returning home a day earlier than she had anticipated. In the middle of one of her pep talks with her deceased parents, she could hear him retch in revulsion behind her. She hardly had the time to stand, turn around, and protest before she felt something hot pierce her. Twice more.
Her husband stood over her bleeding body, hyperventilating with the gun in his hands. The pain was over as quickly as it set on...
»»———————————————————————————————————————————————————————-
Powers:
“Fire Resistance | When Alastor summoned Niffty from the Hotel's fireplace, she was entirely unaffected by the fire.”
“Agility | Niffty is capable of rushing to her desired locations easily and is able to make her way around her surroundings with little to no effort.”
Quick Stitch | Her proficiency with sewing is remarkable, and she has the ability to theoretically stitch many things together that do not belong…
Skills:
Domestic Responsibilities | Cooking, cleaning, and sewing are all second nature to her.
Musical Talents | Guitar and tambourine.
Bilingual | Speaks Japanese fluently.
»»———————————————————————————————————————————————————————-
Trivia:
An avid reader of fanfiction, and writes her own “friend fiction” which may or may not get erotic. (Sorry folks.)
Quilting is a nostalgic activity for her, and tends to relax her.
Spending her whole life toiling on a farm, she was ecstatic to explore all the wonders of urban life she denied herself in life. Hence her preference for pop culture trends from the 50s.
She has a whole scrapbook full of ideas for her dream wedding. It's very thick, very heavy, and has a lot of glitter.
Her favorite thing to make AND eat is Plum Charlotte.
Wanting to copy Alastor, she drinks her coffee black. But she actually hates it.
She doesn’t drink alcohol, because, “That isn’t ladylike!”
She loves movie night!