Jaster Holawell<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/E9xabcS4nog4vo13BAmdMMTZo1_500-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Doll Size of 2' 6" tall when standing.<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/E9xabcS4nog4vo13BAmdMMTZo1_500.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>True Him<br/><br/>Jaster had been in this building for a very long time. He remembered well the day he became trapped as he now was. He had gone to visit the woman he loved. She had an older sister who dabbled in the dark arts. He didn't like the sister as she was always trying to come between him and his beloved. Her older sister was a dark woman and held little love for any save herself. When he got there he didn't see his beloved. Her always jealous sister had been there instead. He had tried to leave but the witch woman had not approved of this. The door had sealed shut quite quickly. He turned back around to face the woman who proceeded to advance towards him. He had moved to try and avoid her touch. She hadn't liked that and pushed him against the wall.<span style="font-style: italic">Get off of me.</span>He had said.<span style="font-style: italic">No you are going to be mine. Whether you like it or not.</span>She'd hissed back at him. Forcing her lips on his and he pushed her away. Not hard enough to hurt her but hard enough to get her off. That is when she got angry...around the third time of that happening.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Fine if I can't have you as a man I will have you as my doll.</span>She had said with a dark laugh. Casting a spell. The last thing he remembered before blacking out was her evil laughter ringing through the room. The next time when he came to it was daylight. He couldn't move at all. He watched as his beloved, who he'd gone to become betrothed to, was informed he'd been done away with. As he took in his current situation he came to realize she hadn't been lying. She really had turned him into a doll. The last thing before his mind fell back into darkness was hearing his beloved crying her eyes out and saw her running off. His mind screamed out to her.<span style="font-style: italic">Lilian!</span>Yet no words burst forth.<br/><br/>Later he came to and was able to be awake. It was night time and now he was in a different place. He blinked and realized he was actually able to blink his eyes. So could he move? He tried it by moving his arm and found that he could move. He wondered what else he could do. He began to move his legs. They worked too. He was a beautiful strong as hell porcelian doll with a mouth that could move. He found this out when he gasped in surprise. She really had turned him into a doll. He began to walk around. He could move now. This was surprising. Why hadn't he been able to move earlier when it was daytime? He continued and found that he could touch things, hold them, move things...he was able to be almost human now.<br/><br/>Then one day came when the witch was old and dying. He watched that day as she died of old age. He hadn't aged a day. He was still the same age he had been. Years passed and a new family came into the house. He was played with then by a little girl. She took good care of him. By night he would clean her room and the rest of the house. Then by day he would just watch and observe. More years passed and they one by one left the house. The little girl forgot about him. He was moved to the secret hole in the stairs by the little girl. The board put back in place. As the years continued to pass by the board stayed in its place. No one came for him. He couldn't escape the hole in the stairs. The board had been nailed down by the father when he almost tripped when the stair moved. Now he was trapped here.<br/><br/>Many years had passed since then. It was day time when he saw a foot crash through the boards that were falling apart. He had moved a bit the night before. Luckily he had or the woman would have kept going. He felt a hand pick him up by the arm.<span style="font-style: italic">Well this is very undignified. Oh well what can you do about it Jaster? Your just a doll now.</span>He felt her tug hard and with a little force he came out of the hole in the board. He saw the woman blink. He was after all a male doll. Male dolls were rare even in the present day most likely. He just stood there and as she moved him his eyelids opened and closed. Like some really old dolls did. Then he was under her arm. He was dusty and knew he would need cleaning. That was something he probably couldn't do...clean himself. He saw the house fading into the distance as he heard the wrecking ball he'd somewhat seen contact with the house.<span style="font-style: italic">That was a close one...had she not fallen through I would be long gone with the building.</span>He thinks to himself. He felt no remorse and more relief to finally be rid of that old house. He wondered where he was headed to now. What purpose would he serve and where would he be going?