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This is my entry for Catzilla's character contest: [link]
I picked the following four girls for my drawing and built a story around them all:
Daisy girl ([link] )
Ball jointed marionette 1 ([link] )
Ball jointed marionette 2 ([link] )
Another horned woman ([link] )
it started rather simple, but as I kept imagining the background story for these characters, it became more complex. Cat, I tried to stay as close as I could to your design...hope you'll like them.

The puppeteer's name is Elsa. She was born in Germany but her maternal grandmother was italian, from Venice. During an afternoon spent in her granny's actic, looking for treasures of the past, Elsa found a mysterious and antient box containing two remarkable dolls of striking beauty. Her grandmother had passed away and left her all her belongings: these dolls were now hers, a token of the family history. She called them Dido (the one on the left...she chose this name because of her passion and strenghts she seem to emanate from her eyes) and Lucia (the one on the right...she chose this name because of the her sweetness). Strange though that nobody ever mention them. They were perfectly preserved, as if somebody had taken good care of them over the years. The details of their features were so fine, the intensity of their staring gazes so magnetic, she could not believe she just discovered them. She wished, as she did in many other occasions, she could ask her grandmother when and how she came in possession of these two lttle jewels.
They had strings attached to their limbs and Elsa thought she would try and see how they would work as puppets. Too bad she had no training as a puppeteer...she had seen sometimes the little plays that street artist would put up for children in the city and admired their craft, but never considered learning more about it. But these dolls seemed very easy to handle and her attempts at having them dancing and courtseying were immediately successful, as if there was a direct connection between her brain adn their limbs. Soon she showed her newly-found talent to family and friends to their general astonishment. She was so good that she joined the street artists in the city andher performances were greatly admired by captive audiences of children and adults alike. She decided that the following summer she would travel to Italy with her little show. She had visited the country a couple of times as a child and she would love to go back and explore on her own the tiny streets and bridges of the laguna, where her grandmother once had spent her youth.
Once in Venice, she noticed a shift in her ability to control the dolls' movements. It felt as if she had to concentrate harder to get them through the routine of the show. Sometimes they would assume positions she had not planned at all...they would never go slack and lifeless as if a string had escaped her fingers, rather they would move as if of their own volition to a different pose, as if in rebellion. This was particularly true for Dido, who she always imagined to be the more willful of the two. Yes, she had started to think of them as if they were more than inanimate object, as if they had distinct personalities. And now it almost looked like they had also something to say, a story of their own to tell. Here in Venice, something had stirred in them, she was sure of it. But what? This was not the only disturbing thing that was happening when she entertained the crowds of turists in the sunny squares or on the side of the queues waiting to board the ferries for the islands surrounding the antient city. In a couple of occasions, she believed she had caught a sudden fluttering movement from the corner of her eyes. And in these occasions she had the impression that the dolls pull the strings themselves. Were they trying to communicate? But that was crazy!.....
If this story could run even longer than it already has, Elsa would discover that her dolls were subtly interacting with a mysterious entity, a spirit named Archea (the flying horned fairy on the far right) that was calling to them . Why? that's for your immagination to decide!

Copic Markers on Bristol paper.

Reference for the background (Isola di San Giorgio Maggiore): [link]

Description
This is my entry for Catzilla's character contest: [link]
I picked the following four girls for my drawing and built a story around them all:
Daisy girl ([link] )
Ball jointed marionette 1 ([link] )
Ball jointed marionette 2 ([link] )
Another horned woman ([link] )
it started rather simple, but as I kept imagining the background story for these characters, it became more complex. Cat, I tried to stay as close as I could to your design...hope you'll like them.

The puppeteer's name is Elsa. She was born in Germany but her maternal grandmother was italian, from Venice. During an afternoon spent in her granny's actic, looking for treasures of the past, Elsa found a mysterious and antient box containing two remarkable dolls of striking beauty. Her grandmother had passed away and left her all her belongings: these dolls were now hers, a token of the family history. She called them Dido (the one on the left...she chose this name because of her passion and strenghts she seem to emanate from her eyes) and Lucia (the one on the right...she chose this name because of the her sweetness). Strange though that nobody ever mention them. They were perfectly preserved, as if somebody had taken good care of them over the years. The details of their features were so fine, the intensity of their staring gazes so magnetic, she could not believe she just discovered them. She wished, as she did in many other occasions, she could ask her grandmother when and how she came in possession of these two lttle jewels.
They had strings attached to their limbs and Elsa thought she would try and see how they would work as puppets. Too bad she had no training as a puppeteer...she had seen sometimes the little plays that street artist would put up for children in the city and admired their craft, but never considered learning more about it. But these dolls seemed very easy to handle and her attempts at having them dancing and courtseying were immediately successful, as if there was a direct connection between her brain adn their limbs. Soon she showed her newly-found talent to family and friends to their general astonishment. She was so good that she joined the street artists in the city andher performances were greatly admired by captive audiences of children and adults alike. She decided that the following summer she would travel to Italy with her little show. She had visited the country a couple of times as a child and she would love to go back and explore on her own the tiny streets and bridges of the laguna, where her grandmother once had spent her youth.
Once in Venice, she noticed a shift in her ability to control the dolls' movements. It felt as if she had to concentrate harder to get them through the routine of the show. Sometimes they would assume positions she had not planned at all...they would never go slack and lifeless as if a string had escaped her fingers, rather they would move as if of their own volition to a different pose, as if in rebellion. This was particularly true for Dido, who she always imagined to be the more willful of the two. Yes, she had started to think of them as if they were more than inanimate object, as if they had distinct personalities. And now it almost looked like they had also something to say, a story of their own to tell. Here in Venice, something had stirred in them, she was sure of it. But what? This was not the only disturbing thing that was happening when she entertained the crowds of turists in the sunny squares or on the side of the queues waiting to board the ferries for the islands surrounding the antient city. In a couple of occasions, she believed she had caught a sudden fluttering movement from the corner of her eyes. And in these occasions she had the impression that the dolls pull the strings themselves. Were they trying to communicate? But that was crazy!.....
If this story could run even longer than it already has, Elsa would discover that her dolls were subtly interacting with a mysterious entity, a spirit named Archea (the flying horned fairy on the far right) that was calling to them . Why? that's for your immagination to decide!

Copic Markers on Bristol paper.

Reference for the background (Isola di San Giorgio Maggiore): [link]