It has a smile painted onto it's face. A cheery smile, an almost too cheery smile. He looks so happy that I want to yell at him that he's a fake- but that would be silly because he is only a doll. Amongst the dolls there is also a mother, a father, and a son. But they are different, very contrast compared to The Faker. For one they are less tan than he is, and none of them have green eyes. They all have amber eyes, and their hair is no where near as curly as his is. In fact, the only curl anywhere near them is the one single curl they all have jutting out from their heads. I can't help but notice that it looks like mine, it's strange really. These dolls they remind me more of me than my own family does. Except for The Faker, he's so out of place. Compared to The Perfect One, the Mother, and the Father. He doesn't belong. He's just like me. A misplaced piece that is still desperately trying to complete the set.