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+A Very Merry Unbirthday+
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 Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 6:28 pm
D.ow.N The R.a. bb. it - H.ole.
I.n.t.r.o
Forever falling. Downwards. Spiraling sometimes, other times just straight down. At early ages, eight boys' lives plummet downwards. Parents dying, being sick, drug addictions. All of the wonderful joys of life, crashing down on them.
So what do they do?
They ended their miserable existences.
As punishment they are whisked to wonderland, forever doomed to dwell in madness. Those eight boys are now young men, and are to stay so for the rest of eternity. Each equipped with their own special sort of trait, they have nothing else to do but go up. They form friendships, and everyone knows where friendships lead to...
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 6:43 pm
T-h.e - M.en.U. - f.or. - th.e D.o.O.me.d
R.u.l.e.s
one.- Obey the madness. Your Unbirthday is what creates you.
-I am the ruler of this thread. I say you're out, you're out.-
two.- Though snobbish, it's best polite to think of others' feelings once you're out of the game.
-Be nice to other people, even though your character isn't the nicest in the role play-
three.- If one is to converse, one must know how to talk.
-Be literate. I'm not talking huge paragraphs, but capitals, periods. At LEAST two lines. Be creative.-
four.- Always introduce yourself into the mirror before speaking.
-post who you are at the top of each post, in a nice color or font.-
five.- You must ask before taking anything needing to be put back.
-PM ME YOUR PROFILES-
six.- Off with my head.
-Title it that-
seven.- enjoy your stay at wonderland. You're going to have to if you're chained to it.
-have fun!-
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+A Very Merry Unbirthday+
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 7:02 pm
M.ad.N.es.sEs. Sl.A.v.e-S
T.h.e. C.h.a.r.a.c.t.e.r.s. The Queen of Hearts - (c.ant. St.Op th.e. B.l.eed.in.G)
Bleed to death from cutting self too deep.
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The King of Hearts - (t.He.Y a.LL f.a.ll. Do.w.n.)
Jumped off a building.
The Mad Hatter - (a-re. Y.ou. SU.rE. it'.s. S.U.ga.R?)
Overdosed himself.
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The White Rabbit - (I.m. La.Te. F.or. mY. l.A.St. Br.EA.t.h.)
Hung himself.
The Cheshire Cat - (s.liPP.ed. my.Se.Lf S.om.E A.nTi.DO.t.E)
Poisoned himself
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The Duchess - (Jo.LT m-y. He.AR.t.)
Electrocuted himself.
The Dormouse - (B.lo.W m..y Mi.ND. Awa.Y)
Shot himself.
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The Caterpillar - (T.He. W-a.tER's S.o C.AL.m)
Drowned himself.
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 7:08 pm
T.AK.e yO.uR. PI. cK.
C.h.a.r.a.c.t.e.r.s. 2
Queen of Hearts -xforeverxdarkx
King of Hearts - trunk_kun
Mad Hatter - Watson
White Rabbit - Miss Azami
Cheshire cat - Chris_seeker
Duchess - Tryfon
Dormouse - +A Very Merry Unbirthday+
Caterpillar - LockzAuthority
1 SPOT LEFT
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 7:16 pm
H.Ow.- t.O. b..e. M.A.d
P.r.o.f.i.l.e. S.k.e.l.e.t.o.n.
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[b]Your old name:[/b] (username)
[b]Your new name:[/b] (name for character)
[b]Your title:[/b] (character)
[b]Number of years dead:[/b] (age)
[b]Your cup of tea:[/b] (what you like)
[b]Your sour cream: [/b](what you dislike)
[b]Horrors of the your wonders:[/b] (fears)
[b]The reflection in the tears:[/b] (appearance)[/size][/align]
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 7:19 pm
T.He LU.ck.Y on.Es
P.r.o.f.i.l.e. D.i.s.p.l.a.y
Your old name: xforeverxdarkx
Your new name: Hoshi
Your title: Queen of Hearts
Number of years dead: 16
Your cup of tea: Hoshi likes the dark, the shadows, the night, the moon, the stars, cool breezes, silence, being alone, blood (ironic, neh?), and pain he causes himself.
Your sour cream: He hates the light, the sun, warm/hot breezes, loud places, loud people, people all around him (he can deal with just one or two people near him), and pain other people cause him.
Horrors of the your wonders: Hoshi fears getting close to people. He was very close to his friends and his parents, who all betrayed him in different ways. His friends ditched him after beating him up when they found out his sexual preferences, his close friends he had known since they were all babies. His parents betrayed him by killing themselves right in front of him. Whether they knew he was there or not was a mystery, but Hoshi had a feeling that they knew he was there. because of that, he fears getting close to people because his already fragile heart might just shatter and never be repaired as it barely did after the incident with both his parents and his friends.
The reflection in the tears:
Black hair, brown eyes like this picture.
Your old name: trunk_kun
Your new name: Michael (Micha)
Your title: The King of Hearts
Number of years dead:16
Your cup of tea: Micha is a quiet boy; he likes animals and company, though he doesn't talk much he will gladly listen to those who do.
Your sour cream: Micha feels uncomfortable every time he's touched, taking his own life after being sexually abused for years by his parents.
Horrors of the your wonders: After jumping from the roof top of a twenty seven stories building with his eyes open Micha was cursed with an unbelievable fear of highest, making him feel uncomfortable every time his feet leave the ground.
The reflection in the tears: Micha
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Your old name: Chris_seeker
Your new name: Christopher Seeker
Your title: cheshire cat
Number of years dead: 17
Your cup of tea: chris likes drawing and painting. he loves music and enjoys dancing by himself. he also likes loud places, big parties, and the drugs and alchol that come along with them.
Your sour cream: silence, going outside, not knowing where his sketch book is.
Horrors of the your wonders: being alone is his greatest fear, like he was left alone in the orphange where he grew up. no children would play with him, and the adults didn't seem to notice he was there, all he had was his sketchbook and various pictures of imaginary friends to keep him company. as he grew into his teenage years it got worse, kids found out about his homosexual tendencies and the older boys beat him ruthlessly for it, he started sneaking out about then, going to raves coming back drunk or high for about three years. Then he was kicked out of the orphange. no friends or famliy, knowing no one ever wanted him he ended it, wishing for a place where somone would care for him.
The reflection in the tears:
Your old name: Tryfon
Your new name: Lucus James Thompson
Your title: The Duchess
Number of years dead: 18
Your cup of tea: compliments, tea, mochas, chocolate, shadows, the moon
Your sour cream: the sun, bugs, coffee, boring people
Horrors of the your wonders: Lucus has two fears. The first is to be alone. He has minor abandoment issues, its actually why he offed himself. He just can't stand being alone. He will follow people if it means to be with them. The second fear is he has a small discomfort with odd numbers. If there is an odd number he will go to insane amounts in order to make it to an even number. Its sort of like Two face, he is obsessed with evens. It is probably what makes him seem insane and crazy.
The reflection in the tears: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/61353453/
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ My old name: Miss Azami
My new name: Wynne Cunningham
My title: The White Rabbit
Number of years dead: 23
My cup of tea: Green, smiles, romance (in theory), tea, lemon-water, mints, salads, having quiet, appropriate fun.
My sour cream: Violence, foul language, being in love, meat, being disliked, rudeness.
Horrors of the my wonders: Someone hating him or disappointing someone.
The reflection in the tears: Wynne the Bunny
My once upon a time: Wynne had a normal life, really. His parents were normal and thrived on being such, upper class suburbia was his homeplace. Children loved him, of course he got made fun of for having such a girly name, despite that it's actually a unisex name, but it was alright. As he grew, girls became quite fond of him, and his mother began playing matchmaker. Wynne romanced them, courted them, and though they all swooned, he broke all their hearts. He hated himself for hurting so many people, but the truth had to come out. "Mama, I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore. I don't love them, I love men." He remember his mom's deep blue eyes tearing up at these words, the glass of water breaking in her hands, glass spreading. It all went downhill from there. His father's green eyes burned with anger every time he took his hand upon Wynne's miscomings. "No boy of mine will be a freak." One day he couldn't take it anymore. The insomnia from the pain, the tears in his eyes. Soon, it'd all be over...
The rabbit's holed heart: Wynne is a caring, sensitive, and giving individual who craves attention, love, and a self of worth. This leads him to need attention to go on, and is very instable. He can often be too loving, and feel as if he loves multiple people, which makes him self-loathing due to the fact that he ends up breaking more and more hearts.
Your old name: Watson
Your new name: James Anthony Fenton
Your title: The Mad Hatter
The reflection in the tears: I am as mad as a Hatter
Number of years dead: 25
Your cup of tea: Jazz Music, Detective Noir Stories, Old Movies, Night, Slow Dancing, and Puzzles/Riddles
Your sour cream: It being too Quiet, Being Tired, Getting Up Early, Dreaming, Extreme Loudness
Horrors of the your wonders: Silence, not regular silence but the complete silence where there is no noise what so ever. The kind of silence when the ghosts of the past can play in your head until you become mad.
My Once Upon A Time: James has always been a scientist. He was a man who worked with science and not with feelings. As a young boy he would be disecting frogs rather while other boys would be begging thier parents to keep them as pets. He was always discovering that everything, including feelings, were a system that could be explained scientifically. His parents feared that he was depressed, he really didn't have any emotions except for those he had when making a discovery. Even from a young age he disliked women, even his mother. He felt she was over emotional which hardly seemed rational.
He discovered men could be rational and could be understanding to his needs. He didn't need love, once and a while he needed pleasure but that was about it. Then one day he met a man who made his mind change. He couldn't explain his feelings for this young man, why his heart beat faster each time he was around. He wanted this man! He wanted to understand why...He didn't grasp that it was love till it was to late...This young man was already in love with someone else. He had lost his chance and they found him laying on the floor of his college office...the pills scattered across the floor...A man of science driven mad by the love...
The Rabit Holed Heart: James is unemotional, that is to say he has emotions but unless you look really closely you wouldn't ever see them. He has a british accent as he is from London where he was a Professor of Science at the premier school for doctors. Although he doesn't show emotion he can get very attached to people and be protective of them. He doesn't speak much but watching his eyes one can see that his emotions that he hides deep inside the ones that can slowly drive him mad... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Your old name: +A Very Merry Unbirthday+
Your new name: Jujuki Thristen
Your title: The Dormouse
Number of years dead: 15
Your cup of tea:Jujuki is fascinated by a number of sharp objects. He enjoys making guns (sniper-types are the best) and he absolutely loves his pocket-knife. He likes another number of things, and he's usually found under the tea table with a jar full of jam and a spoon.
Your sour cream: Aside from cats, and other animals who prey on mice, Jujuki hates screws. He has one in his pupil. Old and rusty, from his foster-mother, who got really, really mad at him. He also hates safety pins, being forced to sleep in a tub of them by his biological father. All of that trauma including the murder of his brother, caused him to claim his life, so screws, safety pins, and chainsaws are what he hates.
Horrors of the your wonders: As well as hating them, he's also terribly afraid of anything small, pointy, shiny and metallic. Nails, screws, other things of the sort, he won't touch. He's also afraid of the dark, and is afraid of making people really mad at him, even though on the outside, he's a little cold and annoying, underneath, he's a little sweetheart.
The reflection in the tears: Jujuki
Full Outfit
Your old name: LockzAuthority
Your new name: Kichiro
Your title: The Catterpilar
Number of years dead: 15
Your cup of tea: Logic, ideas, daydreaming, smoking, talking
Your sour cream: Stupidity, logic, daydreaming
Horrors of the your wonders: His greatest fear is of people. He wants contact so desperately, but fears the views and opinions of others. He is logical, yet hates himself for it, because logic eliminates hope. At the same time, he hates hope, because it is misleading. He fears that one day, his sharp mind will mislead him. He killed himself to escape his head, and now he is stuck in a world of it.
The reflection in the tears:  -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your old name: Azrael89
Your new name: Jared Tyler
Your title: Alice
Number of years dead: 17
Your cup of tea: Drawing, music, reading, hugs, cats.
Your sour cream: Fire, cigarettes, being snapped at, physical pain.
Horrors of the your wonders: He hates to be alone for long periods of time. His father left the family, followed soon by his mother. His older brother took care of him for a while before disappearing suddenly. Because he had been left alone, he was convinced that it was his fault, that they had all left because of something he did. It cracked him...when his brother finally reappeared, he was different, hurting Jared for little things and leaving him bloody and broken. It shattered his already fragile emotional state. Jared still thought that it was all his fault that everbody hated him and wanted to leave him. So, he figured he'd grant them their wish. He jumped in front of a semi truck.
The reflection in the tears: 
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 7:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 7:22 pm
LET THE MADNESS BEGIN
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 12:24 pm
((Hey look what I made, anyone wants one?  ))
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 3:55 pm
 James A. Fenton `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe. They sat at the table laughing. They acted like drunks at happy hour, rich and demure waving thier hands. They were clearly enjoying the party as all shadows tend to do. Unfortunatly thier host, sitting at the far end of the long table was not. He sat back, glasses on the far end of his nose, watching them with a constant eye. The cup of peppermint tea in front of him had become cold and he no longer had any desire to drink. He also had no desire to eat the disgustingly looking sweets they passed around. He watched them all eat with disgust, talking with thier mouths full and dropping crumbs to bring the insects to them. They disgusted him. It felt like he had been trapped there forever in that child like tea party. Now all he wished for was an escape. Finally he took off his top hat and tossed it across the table...It rolled hard across the table and crassed into a few glasses, sending tea on the white linens....
All thier shadow faces raised to look at him.
'You do not like out party?'
"Frankly, I find this place highly to colorful and two disgustingly cheerful," he said as he raised his glasses for a moment to rub the bridge of his nose. As he lowered his glasses again they looked saddened.
'But it is our party for you'
"Well no one said that hell was a party," he said as he stood from his chair, "And I am assuredly in hell."
'Your tea has grown cold...'
"I want to be left alone!" he said finally, his voice raising ever so slightly to state that he was angry, "Now leave!"
And they were gone. The table was empty without sound. The only thing that gave any idea of life was the sound of the wind rustling the linens. He didn't like the silence so he pulled the tablecloth from the table. The glasses shattered on the ground, each one crashing hard against the ground and shattering into a million and one pieces. James smiled as he walked acrosse the pieces, his tea cup in his hand. He sipped the cold tea.
"Happy Unbirthday to me..." he whispered...
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 5:32 pm
"Royal amnesty" He was bored. It was the same as any day before; he was left alone, waiting for the queen to come back. The other always had something to say, even if it had no meaning or he had no idea what he was talking about it was better then nothing. He set quietly on his throne, the queen's story high throne behind him. He leaned on his hand watching the cards, they didn't move, the never did. Michael had enough of it; he couldn't take it any longer. Raising to his feet all the cards looked at his shocked. He walked on the red carpet; his silly square hat was thrown back onto his throne. The cards gasped and started to follow him. "Leave me alone or I'll tell him to off your heads"He growled at them. They quickly stood back in their lines. "Tell him I want for a walk, I'll be back by sundown, it's not like I can leave..." He mumbled and walked out from the castle, then out of the court yard. Michael toke a deep breath. "He'll off my head..."He said and walked into the woods.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 6:36 pm
 ♥~ Wynne the Bunny ~♥
“Punctuality is the art of guessing how late the other fellow is going to be.”
Wynne was always rushing this way or that, it seemed that he was invited to every party, event, meeting, and every other gathering that ever existed. Eager to please, he never had a moment to himself.
One party had been broken up by the reciever, who didn't seem pleasant about it at all. All the people left, and Wynne stayed behind. Green eyes filled with curiosity. What was the matter with him? He supposed that this James Fenton didn't see him, since he broke a glass and said something to himself.
Slowly and quietly, he approached the guy from behind, and quickly pulled up a seat next to him. "That wasn't very nice." He knew he was sounding endearing, but he didn't mean to. "They didn't want to offend you. On the contrary, they were trying to please you..." A shrug approached his shoulders. "Or find an excuse to drink." A smile cracked along his face as he looked at James.
As he was sure of, he met hostility. This guy didn't want to be bothered. But Wynne just smiled. "I'm Wynne." And with that, he looked straight ahead and sipped on his lemon water he had brought along to the table.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 6:46 pm
Miss Azami ((Want me to make you one like mine and the hattar?))
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 6:58 pm
trunk_kun ((Want me to make you one like mine and the hattar?))
Thanks much though.}}
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 6:59 pm
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