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The law of Decembersville, expressed through cruel masks: the Doll officers.
Felt like drawing a few designs, so voila. There are more, but whatever.

Dolls are controlled, masked vessels of freaks who dared defy the von Pyre Bros. and lost their minds, souls, will, and very beings as punishment in the Doll-making factory in the Chopping Place; themselves becoming hollow and manipulated by their vulture masters. Their masks are supposed to be like misshapen noh and kabuki masks to give off a sort of intimidating feel.

Some Dolls are intelligent, some are stupid, some barely have a word to say and are simply enslaved meat shields for their masters. ^^
The ones that walk the streets are aggressive and unjust with their methods. Like, if you resist them even a little then you'll already be propelled in a chokehold or get a gun in your face It's almost as if they SEARCH for reasons to hurt others, but that's how their masters want them to behave.
Bodyguards are just silent shooters who don't look for reasons to really dodge death Like, they are around just to... be around.

Tammy is special, though. Tammy could think and feel. Sure, at times he is forced to take orders, but he actually has a bit of expression lurking through him, as if Chima refused to fully turn him.

The Dolls masks ARE THEIR FACES, folks When you become a doll, your eyes are sucked in and misshape themselves, your mouth is sealed shut and gets crooked, and your face hardens to become a smooth porcelain mask.

It will be revealed later that the fire in the Chopping Place is what turns you into a Doll. It burns away your soul and hardens you. Dolls don't go to Heaven or Octobersville or anything like that in the end when they die. They just... die. O_O;

You can save a Doll's life by recognizing it and saying it's real name, but it has got to be true. With the changed personalities and everything, it is nearly impossible to recognize a Doll at all.

I made the butterflies black and crooked to represent them as fallen.

I'd become a Doll for the free motorcycle

Decembersville (c) Andi

Description
LINK TO DECEMBERSVILLE STORY --> [link]

The law of Decembersville, expressed through cruel masks: the Doll officers.
Felt like drawing a few designs, so voila. There are more, but whatever.

Dolls are controlled, masked vessels of freaks who dared defy the von Pyre Bros. and lost their minds, souls, will, and very beings as punishment in the Doll-making factory in the Chopping Place; themselves becoming hollow and manipulated by their vulture masters. Their masks are supposed to be like misshapen noh and kabuki masks to give off a sort of intimidating feel.

Some Dolls are intelligent, some are stupid, some barely have a word to say and are simply enslaved meat shields for their masters. ^^
The ones that walk the streets are aggressive and unjust with their methods. Like, if you resist them even a little then you'll already be propelled in a chokehold or get a gun in your face It's almost as if they SEARCH for reasons to hurt others, but that's how their masters want them to behave.
Bodyguards are just silent shooters who don't look for reasons to really dodge death Like, they are around just to... be around.

Tammy is special, though. Tammy could think and feel. Sure, at times he is forced to take orders, but he actually has a bit of expression lurking through him, as if Chima refused to fully turn him.

The Dolls masks ARE THEIR FACES, folks When you become a doll, your eyes are sucked in and misshape themselves, your mouth is sealed shut and gets crooked, and your face hardens to become a smooth porcelain mask.

It will be revealed later that the fire in the Chopping Place is what turns you into a Doll. It burns away your soul and hardens you. Dolls don't go to Heaven or Octobersville or anything like that in the end when they die. They just... die. O_O;

You can save a Doll's life by recognizing it and saying it's real name, but it has got to be true. With the changed personalities and everything, it is nearly impossible to recognize a Doll at all.

I made the butterflies black and crooked to represent them as fallen.

I'd become a Doll for the free motorcycle

Decembersville (c) Andi