Doll

He came from a hole in the ground. That's about it. So far, he cannot speak, but can read and write. Through writing, it is discovered his name is "Doll".

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*Suddenly, and without warning, there came a stirring from an area near a quiet corner of the room. The ground just a foot away from the corner seemed to darken, move, and shift, as if by its own commanding force. Slowly, a circle began to form from darkness, starting a light gray at first, swirling in a clockwise direction, going slowly. As it went faster, the gray began turning darker and darker, until it reached such a shade of black that could only be described as empty space. Small clouds of deep red fell and danced around the 'hole' in the ground.

Suddenly, out of the 'hole', there came a paw, an ashen gray in color. It seemed human in shape, other than the color, as well as the fur. The most peculiar thing about the hand was that along every joint, knuckles, wrist, there lay the appearance of stitches. The hand slammed down into the ground just outside of the circle, grabbing and digging ever so slightly into the ground. It pulled, making marks on the ground, as more and more began to be revealed. First, an upper arm. Then, a shoulder. And soon, another hand shot out of the hole, grabbing onto the very edge of the darkness.

Soon, a head burst from the hole. It was that of a feline, the ears twitching as the mouth opened in a loud gasp, as if it's very life depended on it. Eyes closed, it continued gasping for air as it began pulling itself out. Around its neck was a black leather collar, with various symbols carved into it, in white. There was a clip on the collar, as if to attach a tag.

Pulling himself up farther, his torso now lay out of the hole. He was wearing a loose-fitting, black tank-top. It had been apparently made by ripping the sleeves off some other sort of shirt. On the front there was random white paint splatter, on the back as well. It was now pushing itself out of the hole with its hands, pushing off of the ground. With a loud grunt, it finally managed to free itself from the pit it had left. It had the form of a gray feline, ears twitching, tail swaying from side to side. Also it was wearing a pair of tight, dark blue jeans, holes in the knees. The stitches continued on its joints, and its neck, also occasionally on its arms and legs, as well as several on its tail. Around his waist was a conjuncture of two belts, and attached to them behind himself, two sheathes, holding swords, no less.

Brushing himself off as he stood, he opened his pure white eyes, and began moving his head as if looking about the room. He turned his body just enough to watch the hole which he had entered from slowly fade away.*

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