Samantha was a once sickly child, always bedridden, left to listen to and watch the world around her from the relative safety of her own room. For everyone else's safety, of course. Her time was spent listening in on her father talking about her situation and his business while in the company of her own hand sewn friends. She wasn't perfect with a needle and thread but she never got disheartened over it, always finishing the product regardless of how "pretty" it was.

Well, time went on and as she grew more and more sick with no cure in sight, her father figured it'd be best to have the doctor explain her situation to her. He claimed that her body was full of bad, horrible things that were causing her coughs, her pain and her general sickness. He told her that it was uncomfortable now but soon she'd be in a better place and no longer in pain... and a few months later that came to be the case. Samantha died in her bed one night after a particularly bad flare up of her symptoms, leaving behind what little she had, including her best friend and first doll: A stuffed cat with messed up ears that she salvaged by making them more "rabbity". And that's where she wound up.

Her spirit wasn't quite at peace with her situation and while some superstitious people might pass of such an incident as cause for a ghost, her happy little soul took it a step beyond, inhabiting the body of her tiny friend. The doctor was right, however. She no longer felt pain, no longer coughed... in fact she was able to dance and move and do things she never had seen her body, or anyone else's, do in her short life. She took to building herself up, scrounging in her own kit of sewing goodies, gradually building herself a larger body, taking to snatching the scraps from old stores whenever she ran out of supplies, eventually incorporating her doll body into the newer one, giving her a more human size. Armed with the twisted knowledge of death being a release from pain and disease and very few little social and philosophical education, she took to the streets, salvaging sewing utensils from garbage and sterilizing them in murky street water, as well as the occasional break and enter to retrieve a pretty piece of cloth or sewing tool on display in a window. To her, her life began anew as a doctor of sorts, determined to cure as many people of disease as possible in the only way she knew while to others she was a horrible being, leaving people shredded, ripped apart and sewn back together with inserts of cloth to hold together what was too heavily mutilated.

She's earned a lot of names in her time: Supreme Mother to All Toys, The Terrycloth Terror, Jack the Ripper, Doctor Stitches. But one thing's for certain. She loves every one of her victims and cures indiscriminate of race or creed. She's loving, affectionate, adores and takes time in her craft... and with more than a century under her belt, she's very good at her job.

[collapse=Supreme Mother]A little aside, still quite heavily part of her canon, but through her journeys curing the sick and downtrodden, Samantha has made very... very few friends. But one in particular was a fan of her work, adoring her efforts to turn the world into toys... or so that's how she interpreted the mute woman's motives. With no way to communicate her childlike thoughts but through humming and gestures, Samantha was left to be misinterpreted by one of her only friends and the leader of her own accidental cult. She became known as the Supreme Mother, a caretaker and creator of toys from inflatables to pinatas to dolls like her. Of course her methods of caring for the sick actually work on these misfits, only reinforcing the idea in her head that she's actually good at her job of mutilating and rebuilding beings, strengthening her resolve and her drive to cure the world.[/collapse]

The matriarch of all that is stuffed and lifeless, or rather those around her, have found a new way to disarm the relatively violent being. Simply being in the presence of [icon]Ruby Plush[/icon] seems to calm her murderous attitude, placating her enough for handling of all sorts, though if she's not holding her she becomes violent towards those who are.