Post by Kiara on Apr 13, 2011 15:51:05 GMT -5
Okay I know I'm like, never on here but I was feeling inspired....
Disney Name: Jack Skellington
Human Name: Jack Kingston
Age: 30
Human Hair Color: dark brown, occasionally adds blond….just because
Human Eye Color: brown
Human Appearance:
Disney Character Picture:
Human Form Picture:
Celebrity Face Claim: Criss Angel
Personality: A bright, cheerful if not slightly clumsy man with an adventurous spirit. He’s always eager to learn new things and is often entranced by simple beauty. However….he has a dark, twisted side as well, that usually comes out while entertaining a crowd….
Likes: Dance clubs, costume shops, magic tricks, the Christmas tree Shop, fireworks, Sally.
Dislikes: close-minded people, an overabundance of foul language, “scrooges,” teenage girls, heavy liquor.
Occupation: Works in a costume shop, amateur magician on the side (though he plans to work heavily in this area)
History:
Jack Skellington thought he’d be rid himself of any adventurous desires after his Christmas catastrophe, and for several Halloweens since, spent his life creating new tricks and treats and living with sally together….but common sense and the reminder to be happy with what he had couldn’t keepJack at bay for long; like before, he grew oh so very bored of his world, but because he knew better than to try to take over another holiday, the Pumpkin King was at a loss for what to do. As usual when faced with a dilemma, one evening, he decided to take a walk—no particular destination in mind, just to clear his head. So he walked and walked and it grew later and later….he closed his eyes and yawned….
….and the next thing he knew, he’d awoken from a very heavy slumber in the middle of an alleyway. For a few moments, he just sat there, confused and trying to figure out exactly HOW far he’d walked….but when he reached up to scratch his head, he froze and nearly screamed; his skeletal hand was now covered with flesh. Something it hadn’t had for almost two centuries (yes I have a back story for Jack….) A further examination revealed his entire body had been given the same process; he was HUMAN. And it, quite frankly, freaked him out. Quickly rising to his feet, Jack realized that it wasn’t just HE who was different; this entire place….this was the real world—but not….the world he’d visited that Christmas was so different than this….where WAS he?
Adjusting to this world was a bit difficult for Jack. Such an odd and slightly macabre-fascinated man stuck out like a sore thumb in Miami, and yet, at the same time, his childlike persona somehow drew people towards him. For a while, he lived on the streets, staking out soup kitchens and entertaining whomever happened to walk by with fantastic stories about the “fictional” world of Halloweentown. Not the easiest life, but Jack loved making people smile, almost as much as he loved watching them scream….so for the time being, he was satisfied with this.
It was an accident, really, that he’d stumbled across Mister Rolland one evening; he’d just finished another of his stories, and succeeded in evoking a scream from one of his younger “audience members” when this man—who’d been listening in the background—stepped forward, and asked to speak to Jack alone. He told him he really liked the man’s slightly twisted muse, and his affinity for Halloween. As the conversation went on, Jack casually mentioned he hadn’t any real place to go, and that was when Mister Rolland (Phil T. Rolland) told him he had a spare room above a costume boutique run by his niece—maybe Jack would like to rent that out? And maybe he could continue telling these stories outside the store, to draw more people in? As thrilled as Jack was with this, he didn’t have any money to pay with, but Rolland said he could work in the store itself, as long as he was willing and able.
Always eager, Jack agreed.
Sample Post:
“….and then, the Pumpkin king rose from the green ooze, slime dripping down his skeletal body as his pupil-less eye-sockets opened; so dark and empty, a man could lose his very soul just looking at them!”
The children screamed, clinging to each other with frightened smiles on their faces. A thrill of pleasure twisted in his chest, but he hastened on with his story. “The monsters living in Halloweentown cheered, clapping their paws, and claws and fins together as they ran over to their king, begging him for more!”
“More?” One little boy asked, his azure eyes as round as blueberries, “What more could he do?”
“Yeah!” Another boy, this one dark-haired with gray eyes, added “it’s hard to top oozing slime and no eyeballs!”
Jack chuckled, and he leaned forward, beckoning for the children to do so as well. A devious smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he said in a low tone, “Would you believe me if I said he burst into flames?”
The children stared.
This time, that devilish grin stretched full-force across the man’s face. “Well he did. Just. Like. That.” Without warning, he clapped his hands together as hard as he could, causing both children to shriek and jump back.
Disney Name: Jack Skellington
Human Name: Jack Kingston
Age: 30
Human Hair Color: dark brown, occasionally adds blond….just because
Human Eye Color: brown
Human Appearance:
Disney Character Picture:
Human Form Picture:
Celebrity Face Claim: Criss Angel
Personality: A bright, cheerful if not slightly clumsy man with an adventurous spirit. He’s always eager to learn new things and is often entranced by simple beauty. However….he has a dark, twisted side as well, that usually comes out while entertaining a crowd….
Likes: Dance clubs, costume shops, magic tricks, the Christmas tree Shop, fireworks, Sally.
Dislikes: close-minded people, an overabundance of foul language, “scrooges,” teenage girls, heavy liquor.
Occupation: Works in a costume shop, amateur magician on the side (though he plans to work heavily in this area)
History:
Jack Skellington thought he’d be rid himself of any adventurous desires after his Christmas catastrophe, and for several Halloweens since, spent his life creating new tricks and treats and living with sally together….but common sense and the reminder to be happy with what he had couldn’t keepJack at bay for long; like before, he grew oh so very bored of his world, but because he knew better than to try to take over another holiday, the Pumpkin King was at a loss for what to do. As usual when faced with a dilemma, one evening, he decided to take a walk—no particular destination in mind, just to clear his head. So he walked and walked and it grew later and later….he closed his eyes and yawned….
….and the next thing he knew, he’d awoken from a very heavy slumber in the middle of an alleyway. For a few moments, he just sat there, confused and trying to figure out exactly HOW far he’d walked….but when he reached up to scratch his head, he froze and nearly screamed; his skeletal hand was now covered with flesh. Something it hadn’t had for almost two centuries (yes I have a back story for Jack….) A further examination revealed his entire body had been given the same process; he was HUMAN. And it, quite frankly, freaked him out. Quickly rising to his feet, Jack realized that it wasn’t just HE who was different; this entire place….this was the real world—but not….the world he’d visited that Christmas was so different than this….where WAS he?
Adjusting to this world was a bit difficult for Jack. Such an odd and slightly macabre-fascinated man stuck out like a sore thumb in Miami, and yet, at the same time, his childlike persona somehow drew people towards him. For a while, he lived on the streets, staking out soup kitchens and entertaining whomever happened to walk by with fantastic stories about the “fictional” world of Halloweentown. Not the easiest life, but Jack loved making people smile, almost as much as he loved watching them scream….so for the time being, he was satisfied with this.
It was an accident, really, that he’d stumbled across Mister Rolland one evening; he’d just finished another of his stories, and succeeded in evoking a scream from one of his younger “audience members” when this man—who’d been listening in the background—stepped forward, and asked to speak to Jack alone. He told him he really liked the man’s slightly twisted muse, and his affinity for Halloween. As the conversation went on, Jack casually mentioned he hadn’t any real place to go, and that was when Mister Rolland (Phil T. Rolland) told him he had a spare room above a costume boutique run by his niece—maybe Jack would like to rent that out? And maybe he could continue telling these stories outside the store, to draw more people in? As thrilled as Jack was with this, he didn’t have any money to pay with, but Rolland said he could work in the store itself, as long as he was willing and able.
Always eager, Jack agreed.
Sample Post:
“….and then, the Pumpkin king rose from the green ooze, slime dripping down his skeletal body as his pupil-less eye-sockets opened; so dark and empty, a man could lose his very soul just looking at them!”
The children screamed, clinging to each other with frightened smiles on their faces. A thrill of pleasure twisted in his chest, but he hastened on with his story. “The monsters living in Halloweentown cheered, clapping their paws, and claws and fins together as they ran over to their king, begging him for more!”
“More?” One little boy asked, his azure eyes as round as blueberries, “What more could he do?”
“Yeah!” Another boy, this one dark-haired with gray eyes, added “it’s hard to top oozing slime and no eyeballs!”
Jack chuckled, and he leaned forward, beckoning for the children to do so as well. A devious smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he said in a low tone, “Would you believe me if I said he burst into flames?”
The children stared.
This time, that devilish grin stretched full-force across the man’s face. “Well he did. Just. Like. That.” Without warning, he clapped his hands together as hard as he could, causing both children to shriek and jump back.