The ice princess, dressed all in blue.  She wanted and wanted and got it all.  She wanted a birthday party in the snow, and her sweet sixteen was so.  But she was lured away, and never seen again, but for a doll left in her garden.  All dressed in blue, and her skin was too.

The hanged brother.  He waited for his friends, and his brother, and his sister.  They all brought things for the hangman, to spare their brother's soul.  But the hangman was cruel, and hanged the man anyway.  He cannot rest now, seeking justice for himself, and others wronged.  With his crooked neck, the doll stares with an unsettling gaze.

The shamed sister.  She gave of her body to save her brother from a cruel hangman.  But the hangman only took from her, and he did not give back.  So when her brother died, the sister took poison to save herself from further shame.  Her body was found where her brother died, still pale from the poison.  And her doll is just has lovely and pale, reunited with her brother for eternity.

The arrogant soldier.  He always knew he was destined for greatness, destined to be one of the best.  He wanted to be in charge, because he always knew better.  But his pride was also his downfall.  Leading an impossible charge, his men did their best.  But against the hordes of undead, they all died.  Now this doll wanders, searching for his men, searching for an enemy to fight, searching to prove himself again and again.

The running man.  He was fast, and he had always been fast.  He enjoyed the chase, always seeking out another challenge, trying to find the next race, the next win.  And he could be ruthless if he thought he would lose.  But he tried too hard, and he collapsed after one race too many.  He still seeks to run, still seeks to win.  The doll moved almost faster than the eye can see, seeking to eliminate anyone who might get in the way.

The burnt witch.  She was but a simple swamp-witch, a healer, a friend to nature.  But they burned her at the stake for bringing back the dead.  The village hated her because they did not understand, and could not comprehend her power.  But she came back.  The village died the next night, some by poisonous creatures, some by the vines that ripped apart buildings and people alike.  But some escaped, and she hunts for them still, even as a doll.

The Mad Jester.  It is impossible to tell if the Jester is male or female, but that does not matter much.  The Jester roamed the kingdoms of old, bringing laughter and madness both.  The Jester demanded payment, or everyone else would pay.  Some were found with rictus grins and slit throats, other times children would go missing.  Eventually, the Jester was captured and put to death, but its soul lives on in the doll, still causing madness.