Scribble - Thespis Doll

He was made by a skillful master-woodcraftsman, carved out of a fairy tree and his face and the crest on his chest painted with the rainbow blood of a unicorn, thus giving him life and the magic of the stage: Glamour. He leads a doleful life, full of misery and melancholy, day after day cheating common folk into a short-lifed dream world full of glory and hopes, and also cheating them of their hard earned coins. He can't go though, cannot leave the troupe, because all he ever knew and all he can do is act and play the stage like a master flutist plays his flute. If he doesn't play he'll might as well die. As the head of the troupe reassured him he'd help him with if he'd ever made so much as the notion to even think about leaving.

His legs are too short and his feet to small, his knee joint bearings are not the same size. This bugs me, as I rather like him apart from that.