Sebasteen
Legacy Name: Sebasteen

"What a pretty, pretty little doll you have become. Such rosy cheeks and pale skin, not a single cut or scratch to mar that porcelain skin of yours. I'm not a big fan of black-haired women, you know; however, your luxurious kissable lips are just so perfect. I had to make the rest of you match." A soft chuckle broke up his words as the individual worked diligently to carefully set the last of the porcelain and plastic spaces that would replace the muscle on tissue underneath the skin. It had been a most difficult process, especially when sewing up the skin after. He had performed nameless procedures to prevent scarring, and even more to prevent decomposition. He had, however, performed enough of these "surgeries" to know what treatment was best. Skin that could not grow or tighten or loosen could be kept alive through a thorough brushing of life-sustaining mucus which had been one way he had been able to prevent the body's decomposition for nearly a month. He had perfected the art of beauty in death, creating everything from acids to thickeners to keep what parts of the body he wanted alive while removing what was merely a hassle.

The young man straightened as he glanced at the sewed together skin of the woman's torso he would hide beneath beautifully handcrafted clothes, given to him by an unsuspecting individual who he simply passed on all the measurements of his "women" to. He carefully wiped away any goopy mess as he tossed the unnecessary flesh he had cut out - organs included - into a slop bucket that would later be taken to an incinerator. He examined the beauty of the naked body and began his application of usual preservatives that would feed the skin cells into regenerating for another week, before he would have to either apply another coat or, sadly, remove her from his prized collection - which was always hard to do because he was so attached to each doll he created. Each was unique, beautiful and intensely radiant. Sadly, however, he was limited to about ten to twelve at a time, and often had to pick who would be his choice to keep and who would be his choice to toss back out into the disgusting world, their radiance distressed and even turned to a displeasing dullness.