I Don't Play With Dolls

Heck yes! If I had a choice between that and dolls, I'd choose that! His name is Putrid.
Putrid was raised in a rich family for the soul purpose of guarding the children. As a children guardian anyways, Putrid took up the job willingly and has guarded children for several generations within the family. The only problem began when a generation of sons decided it was more fun to watch the guardian in pain than it was for Putrid to stand guard over them. Tormenting him since he was forbidden to bring harm to them, the sons did every imaginable horror short of death and Putrid grew to loathe children. It wasn't until the birth of a caring daughter who stood up for Putrid, that the monster managed to retain some kindness towards the humans who had been causing him so much trouble. This was ruined when the little girl was attacked by her brothers, who were angry at her for trying to protect the monster. Doing his duty, Putrid fended off the boys, but with far too much violence. With all of the sons now hospitalized with wounds which would not mend, Putrid was to be killed. He kidnapped the girl and fled the home and has raised her since in the neighboring woods.