The number of bright lights that shone from around the edges of her vanity prevented any potentially concealing shadows from being casted across her painted visage. Where minor imperfections may have marred the otherwise pleasing face of any young beauty, the Doll's porcelain "skin" may just have been considered flawless, had the crooked scars of her past not manifested themselves in grotesque, cracked patterns across the side of her face. Her mismatched eyes, they could convey a thousand words, though 999 of them could be safely assumed as lies. Bringing a makeup brush up to ghost across her pronounced cheek, the dramatic pink tint was an effective touch in accentuating the twisted, broken bastardization of beauty she'd become. It was her destiny, ever since heaven above cast her away for lacking unnatural perfection, since her loyalty to the Carnival and her unnatural imperfection was set in stone…
It was a truly horrid thing to be a fallen angel, but a truly wonderful thing to be the belle of Lucifer's ball