Lone Marionette

All stories are best started at the beginning, and for this one, the beginning is in the budding 1900s of the U.S. One Adrian and Melissa Fenn had been struggling to conceive. Adrian was a somewhat successful toy maker, and owned a lovely, but humble shop in Rhode Island. It wasn't wildly popular, but it was popular enough, and the two were soon living comfortably...Yet something was missing from their lives. They wanted a child. For a few years they tried unsuccessfully, but in 1910, little Abigail Fenn was born. She was a happy, healthy child, and was everything her proud parents dreamed of. When she turned ten, Adrian decided that managing his shop was simply taking too much of his time. He wanted to focus on his family.

They moved out of the city and into the country. Adrian continued to take custom toy orders in his attic workshop, but spent most of his time with his family. Abigail excelled at her homeschooling. Melissa did crochet and cooked delicious home made meals. They were a happy, loving family...Until tragedy struck. One night while Melissa and Abigail were sleeping, Adrian was up working on a new doll. As the hours ticked by, he grew tired, but still didn't go to bed. He reached for something on one of his top shelves and knocked over one of his room's candles. With all the wood material in the room, it didn't take long for a blaze to start up. Most of the house was consumed.

Adrian was the only survivor. He was struck with grief and moved back to the city, in a small, two-floor flat. He stopped going out, stopped doing anything really, besides work. The first floor of his adobe was barely touched...he spent most of his time in the attic, working on new dolls. He was likely suffering with post traumatic stress disorder, and blamed himself for the death of his wife and child. As the months dragged by, consumed by loneliness, he started to work on a Marionette. It closely resembled his darling Abigail, so much so that he lost his composure sometimes, and just wept on his desk. It was one of these moments of emotional sorrow that stirred sentience in the puppet, Adrian's hand on her cheek as he mumbled incoherently, then retired for bed.

Before the toymaker could return to his creation, his family and friends intervened. They worried about his mental health and sent him off to a psychiatric facility. He never returned to his workshop.

As the decades past, the marionette zoned in and out of consciousness as she waited, and quickly lost track of time. On one of the occasions she was zoned out, a petty thief looted through the attic, which hadn't been touched since Adrian was sent to the sanatorium. The marionette was packed into a box and shipped off to Mercy Island, where she was added to a wealthy man's personal collection. She had no idea she wasn't in her creator's attic any more. There she continued to wait, years flying by until she finally decided to climb down, cross tied to her back. Following her adventures on Mercy Island, she met up with the crew of an airship and joined up with them.

Personality
Mary is pretty much the embodiment of naivety. She's child-like, and is curious, always asking questions. Violence makes her rather skittish, as does yelling and arguing. She has a fear of fire, mostly due to her being flammable. She idolizes people easily and yearns to be a good puppet. She has a paranoia of being bad, or doing bad things...and really does her best to be pleasing and make people happy.

Relationships
This...will eventually be expanded! Essentially, she emits pink sparkly hearts at all of the Tortuga's crew, with rare exceptions. She's also rather close with some of the people from the Temple of the Wilted Lotus. Sir Smokestack is pretty much her not-human BFF.

Trivia
-Has a tanker version, known as Ironclad Marionette.

Other Notes
Biography vs. Extended Background is supposed to be like...What she knows vs. what really happened. This little section will be updated more when I think of things to add.