Post by marchhare on Dec 25, 2009 23:18:31 GMT -5
go ask alice when she's, ten feet tall
themarchhare
bonjour, my name is NOCTIS. i've got 17
tracks spinning on my record. i've got serious skill 'cause i've been roleplaying for # 5 and i live in the EST timezone.
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go ask alice, i think she'll know
name , The March Hare
nicknames , March, Marchy, Mad March
age & date of birth , 22 & March 15th
gender , male
sexual orientation , bisexual-- it‘s all the same to him really
race , wonderlandian
played by , Sam Pullee
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when logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
height , 6 feet even.
weight , 155lbs
tattoos and piercings , none. Prefers to keep his body clean of anything of the sort.
distinguishing features , Marchy is clearly one handsome devil, which is why so many of the teens falling into Wonderland seem to fall for him. While he still retains some of his animalistic features, he has a rather pleasant human look to him. His ears have changed into his hair when he sprouted those little human ears, which falls long and blond to about his armpits. He usually keeps this tied back, in some sort of braid, but has been known to cut it if it pleases him. It grows back almost instantly though.
He's a skinny lad, more bone than muscle, but he's not the type to care much for that. He prefers to stay clean-shaven, after so many years of having his own fur in his mouth, and has a rather young looking face because of this. However, it's this face, that still retains it's 'cute, bunny-like' look that attracts those innocent young youths to his chambers.
physical flaws , He certainly is pale, so much so that you often or not can see his veins beneath his skin, which is unsurprising from someone who's been covered with fur all their lives. He still retains a sort of skinny face, and has a flattish nose, throw-backs from his hare-days.
personal style , He prides himself in his personal style. Why? Because after wearing nothing for so many years, he actually has to wear clothes. His personal favorite colors are part of his everyday wardrobe; black, white, and red. He likes to dress nice, because he of all people enjoys impressing.
His normal outfit is usually a white quarter-sleeved button up shirt, with a red army vest, and black tuxedo pants, all things he acquired from the humans coming through the rabbit holes. He's also rather fond of a rather old black and white checkered tie; his relic from the first human he ever found.
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and the white knight is talking backwards
likes ,
*shagging- what kind of rabbit would he be otherwise?
*chatting
*tea time
*hatter
*picking on dormouse
*entertaining the masses
*his hair
*using the humans as play-things
*his butter-- the best
*comedic plays-- often visits the tweedles if he hears they're doing a performance
dislikes ,
*being called 'bunny', 'rabbit' or 'rodent'
*having to share his tea
*being messed with or used-- that's /his/ job
*People who don't think he's amusing
*logic-- he defies it too often to be on good terms with it
*being compared to the hatter--- he actually hates this. he and the hatter are on two very different levels of mad, especially after the Joker's take over.
*those who are over-dramatic
*coffee-- tea is just so much better
*his old fur-- he prefers his new appearance
*people who wear fur-- if you grow it yourself, that's fine; but don't skin some poor living bugger just so you can keep your ass warm.
strengths ,
*talkative
*light-hearted
*a jokester-- not to be confused with 'joker'
*a relatively good boxer
*flirtateous
weaknesses ,
*he is almost never serious
*pretty damn clumsy
*far to sexual for his own good
*pretty much a coward when it comes to life or death situations
*always seems to show up at uncomfortable times/the wrong moment.
fears , .
*is deathly afraid of the dark
*the tugley wood-- refuses to return to his place of birth
*growing old
overall personality , While he and the Hatter are often put together in the 'mad' category, Marchy considers himself far different from the Hatter. Marchy likes to think that his 'madness' is basically just for fun, and he uses the assumption that, since he's a march hare he must be mad, to entertain the masses and get away with things he normally couldn't do if he wasn't mad.
To be honest, he thinks he's the shit. The way most of the teens wandering into wonderland just seem to fall into his lap, how easy they are to manipulate, being all helpless and lost, his head has swelled a considerable amount. His new form has also given him a considerable amount of unneccesary pride, because he considers himself higher now that he's no longer classified as 'animal.'
But in all seriousness, he's a coward, afraid of the dark, and if exploited, can't do much to defend himself. He's overall a weak person, but tries to cover up the fact by acting mad.
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and the red queen's "off with her head"
hometown , The Tugley Woods, Wonderland.
father , Deceased-- Was a farmer in the Tugley Woods. Not the best place to own a farm however.
mother , Deceased-- House-Wife.
siblings , Many-- Though the March Hare doesn't care for his family in the slightest and has since lost touch with many of them. However, he does live with his step-brother, the Dormouse.
pets , none--- being an animal once himself, he wouldn't keep a pet.
history , He grew up in a family of many siblings, which is a common circumstance for any in a hare clan. Right smack in the middle of this grouping, he found it necessary to act out in order to get the attention he so desperately craved, but wasn't exactly sure how to do this.
Then he met the Hatter, who taught him the art of madness. They quickly became friends, the March Hare adopting the insanity that his friend had naturally, finding it quite fun and amusing. He grew sick of the seriousness of his family, and left home to become a full-time lunatic and friend of the Hatter. Soon after, his half-brother, the Dormouse, joined him in his home close by to the Hatter's own home.
When Hatter quarreled with Time, he also met the same fate, and was stuck in a constant tea-time with his friend. He didn't mind so much, deciding that they would both just make it one huge tea party for as long as Time held it's grudge. However, once Alice met them and stormed out of their party, Marchy decided it would be more fun to skip tea every once and a while and visit the rest of Wonderland, even when Hatter objected.
When Joker took over and the teens started falling into Wonderland, Marchy didn't really mind all that much that Wonderland was turning crazier. To him, it was just more fun. Especially the teens who seem to fall into his lap. He spends his free time nowadays attracting those trying to get home, making them forget what they were looking for, and showing them the fun of being mad in a place like Wonderland.
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remember what the dormouse said
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A HP Next Generation Intro
Grinning Like a Cheshire Cat
Hogsmeade trips made one restless.
This was the logical conclusion Cheshire Zabini came to after catching the Weasley Twins (Junior) attempting to blow up the first floor toilets for the third time in one morning.
For the first part, everyone was excited. The third years, whom had only gotten a taste of Hogsmeade in their first trip, were dying to see the village covered in the snow that had accompanied the winter break from classes. Most other students were on edge, most having not yet bought friends or family gifts for the holidays, and therefore very anxious for the for a Hogsmeade trip.
Then there was Cheshire.
Perhaps it was just the holiday season in general, the inconsistency of the Yuletide celebration on the part of his family, his father, as ever, not home for the holidays. However, this did not bother him as much as his grandmother being unable to take him as she always did this time of year. This news, he deduced, was only part of the reason he was restless about this Hogsmeade trip. He himself never enjoyed spending the Yuletide holidays here in the castle, It seemed so much drearier here, despite a wonderful effort put up by the staff, compared to the warm environment of Grandmother's chateau in Nice, France.
Cheshire sighed outwardly as he saw the ginger heads of the Weasley twins scamper around the corner. Hopefully, the two would cause havoc for the other prefects rather than directly bother Cheshire. As head boy, he seemed to attract more attention than the other prefects. By now breakfast had only just ended, so Cheshire only waited outside the Great Hall in the Entrance Hall. Around him, groups huddled idly around him, all donned in hats, cloaks, and scarves. Most waited anxiously for friends to join them, while few dared to bear the cold climate outside.
Mister Zabini!" a gruff chortle called just behind him. Cheshire turned, eyes falling on a still fat, but rather old and balding Professor Slughorn. A wide grin spread across the boy's face, crinkling his eyes so that they seemed almost closed.
Professor Slughorn. What can I do for you?" he asked, his voice a velvety calm that seemed past his years of seventeen.
You're going out to Hogsmeade, I suppose, me boy?
Of course, sir.
Excellent! Would you mind picking up a bottle of Rosmerta's oak-matured mead? I'm fresh out.
Of course, Professor." the silky voice replied, the smile widening.
Thank you, me boy." The walrus like Professor said gladly, before starting towards his dungeon office. "You know where to bring it.
The smile on Cheshire Zabini's face disappeared as the Professor's rear end did as well, a soft muttering of curses coming from under his breath. One more thing to worry about dong in Hogsmeade.
He scoffed slightly. What he had to do to maintain a reputation among students and staff. He decided, with another thing to add to his list of things to do, he might as well get a move on it.
He was down in the Slytherin common room in only a few minutes, stopping to glance at his reflection before presenting himself to the world again.
Ebony skin stretched lightly over high cheekbones. Onyx eyes surveyed this with a look of satisfaction, an interesting leonine appearance rather appealing. Close shorn black hair was as of now hidden under a black hat, while the only other things that would keep him warm were his black cloak piped with green and his green and silver scarf that represented his Slytherin house. He sighed, and after one more survey of himself, he wrapped the scarf neatly around his throat and smiled, turning on his heel and exiting the common room for the entrance hall.
He had much to do.
Grinning Like a Cheshire Cat
Hogsmeade trips made one restless.
This was the logical conclusion Cheshire Zabini came to after catching the Weasley Twins (Junior) attempting to blow up the first floor toilets for the third time in one morning.
For the first part, everyone was excited. The third years, whom had only gotten a taste of Hogsmeade in their first trip, were dying to see the village covered in the snow that had accompanied the winter break from classes. Most other students were on edge, most having not yet bought friends or family gifts for the holidays, and therefore very anxious for the for a Hogsmeade trip.
Then there was Cheshire.
Perhaps it was just the holiday season in general, the inconsistency of the Yuletide celebration on the part of his family, his father, as ever, not home for the holidays. However, this did not bother him as much as his grandmother being unable to take him as she always did this time of year. This news, he deduced, was only part of the reason he was restless about this Hogsmeade trip. He himself never enjoyed spending the Yuletide holidays here in the castle, It seemed so much drearier here, despite a wonderful effort put up by the staff, compared to the warm environment of Grandmother's chateau in Nice, France.
Cheshire sighed outwardly as he saw the ginger heads of the Weasley twins scamper around the corner. Hopefully, the two would cause havoc for the other prefects rather than directly bother Cheshire. As head boy, he seemed to attract more attention than the other prefects. By now breakfast had only just ended, so Cheshire only waited outside the Great Hall in the Entrance Hall. Around him, groups huddled idly around him, all donned in hats, cloaks, and scarves. Most waited anxiously for friends to join them, while few dared to bear the cold climate outside.
Mister Zabini!" a gruff chortle called just behind him. Cheshire turned, eyes falling on a still fat, but rather old and balding Professor Slughorn. A wide grin spread across the boy's face, crinkling his eyes so that they seemed almost closed.
Professor Slughorn. What can I do for you?" he asked, his voice a velvety calm that seemed past his years of seventeen.
You're going out to Hogsmeade, I suppose, me boy?
Of course, sir.
Excellent! Would you mind picking up a bottle of Rosmerta's oak-matured mead? I'm fresh out.
Of course, Professor." the silky voice replied, the smile widening.
Thank you, me boy." The walrus like Professor said gladly, before starting towards his dungeon office. "You know where to bring it.
The smile on Cheshire Zabini's face disappeared as the Professor's rear end did as well, a soft muttering of curses coming from under his breath. One more thing to worry about dong in Hogsmeade.
He scoffed slightly. What he had to do to maintain a reputation among students and staff. He decided, with another thing to add to his list of things to do, he might as well get a move on it.
He was down in the Slytherin common room in only a few minutes, stopping to glance at his reflection before presenting himself to the world again.
Ebony skin stretched lightly over high cheekbones. Onyx eyes surveyed this with a look of satisfaction, an interesting leonine appearance rather appealing. Close shorn black hair was as of now hidden under a black hat, while the only other things that would keep him warm were his black cloak piped with green and his green and silver scarf that represented his Slytherin house. He sighed, and after one more survey of himself, he wrapped the scarf neatly around his throat and smiled, turning on his heel and exiting the common room for the entrance hall.
He had much to do.
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KEEP YOUR HEAD
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mmkay. so this application hurr was made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? of caution. steal it or take off this credit, and i shall hunt you down and eat your insides! lyrics credit to jefferson airplane.
