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9 yrs ago
You are the puzzle that I will never be able to solve and somehow, that's okay.
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9 yrs ago
I'm sorry... I can't keep going like this. I need solidity. Figure out what you want and why... and then talk to me. I will always love you. And yes. even she knows that.
9 yrs ago
I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'll never understand or forgive myself. And if I die, so help me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There's one thing I do know and that is that I love you.
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9 yrs ago
Kind of just came out to my family and Facebook that I'm getting a sex change... so yeah... dealing with that. Be back soon.
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10 yrs ago
You are my heart. You are my Once upon a time.

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Jafar Sholeh and Freya Beauchamp - 13 Years Ago - Agrabah
Standing high on the curtain wall surrounding the Agrabah Palace, Jafar's dark brown eyes narrowed on the royal slab of architect he had called home his entire life. For twenty-eight years he had always felt at peace with his living space, content to share it with the others and keeping to himself in the royal library, brushing up his knowledge on alchemy, modern science and history. But now, as he looked upon the Royal Palace, Jafar saw nothing but a gaping tomb; a cavernous prison holding fast to the life that he had left behind after the Sultan had so viciously betrayed him. It had been exactly five year ago when he had received the most wonderful news of his life; far surpassing taking his father's place as the Royal Vizier. He was going to be a father, born from the woman he had fallen in love with so many years ago with the knowledge that she might not ever be able to bare him a child. But after years of trying, the news came that she was indeed with child... his child; and nothing could be sweeter. Fresh with the overwhelmingly emotional news, the Guard Captain had tracked Jafar down to deliver a message. The Sultan had finally allowed a diplomatic meeting between himself and the other assistant Vizier's to go over the growing problem of economic inequality in Agrabah. His wife had gone with him, eager to listen in on what would become of the people of the lower class from where she came from but the moment the Sultan laid eyes on her, the Sultan had claimed her for his own. It did not matter that Jafar and she were married. It did not matter that she was with child. The Sultan took what he wanted at all times, and though Jafar had put up a decent fight to protect the woman he loved he was no match for the bludgeoning weapons of the Royal Guard. The meeting was called off, and Jafar was forced to watch, beaten, bleeding and bruised as his Sherrezade was taken from him to be added to the Sultan's harem. He had lost her to the Sultan and six months later (having stayed to fulfill his royal duty to the kingdom as Vizier) word had reached Jafar that he had then lost her to death. Childbirth; the child in question dead long before Sherrazade was. That had been his ultimate breaking point. Throwing all sense of formalities and duties to the wind, Jafar left the Palace to change his fate, spending years locating the second half of the golden scarab that was rumored to lead him to The Tiger Head Cave where he could do just that. It took a few years, and he had to slit a few throats along the way, but the second half of the golden scarab was recovered and with it, found The Tiger Head Cave. Once inside Jafar recovered a lamp; legened to have a Djinn nestled inside that could grant him any wish he desired. There was only one thing he desired, truly, and though he was a man of science and facts he couldn't help but to hope that this legendary Djinn could be the very answer to his prayers; that he could have his family back. The Djinn, despite it's absolute power, was unable to grant his wish. Outraged that the last five years had been for nothing, Jafar grabbed a golden staff with the head of a Cobra at the top from the vast amounts of treasure that surrounded them and in what he was sure was a rare moment of surprise, caught the Djinn off guard and beat him mercilessly. What happened next wasn't anything short of luck. Even one as Jafar knew that you can't kill a Djinn, not really. So when a swirling blue smoke came from the solid form of the body at his feet and welded itself to the golden staff Jafar was still holding he had been caught completely by surprise. A surge of magic pulsed up from the handle and into his hand, traveling through his blood stream until his entire body felt as if he were on fire. But as quickly as it came, it ended, now bestowed with the abilities of a genie without the limitations of one, Jafar knew that his chance had come. So as Jafar stood there on the curtain wall, glaring down the Royal Palace with fire dancing in his eyes and his grip closing tight onto the golden staff in his hand; he knew his chance had come to destroy the Sultan, just as the Sultan had destroyed his life five years ago. The question was; how? His powers, though great, were new and he knew not how to wield it. It would be nothing short of stupid to barge back into his home after being gone for five years and expecting everything to just... fall in place... He needed something. No, he needed someone. "It's such a shame isn't it darling...?" A soft voice flowed over the gentle breeze as it carried over to him from where a woman stood in the shadows, her body leaning against one of the walls just behind where his towering figure watched over the kingdom that had so long ago turned its back on him until he had been completely shut out. Lifting her hand up she curled her fingers slightly her attention turning to her nails as she looked them over making sure that not a single chip or scratch adorned them, "The waste of human life that sits upon the throne claiming to be Sultan of this great and bountiful nation..." Jafar turned to the sound of her voice, finding a woman of exquisite beauty standing before him. She was small, a good head shorter than he was with a tight figure that would draw any man's attention away from their current task, but what caught Jafar's eyes wasn't the alluring look she was giving him, but the pair of vibrant auburn horns protruding from her crown and curling back over the elegant shape of her head, making her already feminine features more pointed and angular. He needed no introduction to know who this woman was; although never meeting her before there were stories spreading across the land, stories of The Dark Queen: Maleficent. Pushing away from the wall she let her bare feet carry her closer to him, the light from the hot Arabian sun shining down upon her skin causing the color to dance like the flames of a hot fire, matching her eyes as they flashed slightly with excitement. "Would be such a shame if something happened to him though... Well, I mean not really, they always have you-..." She stopped herself in the middle of her words, her hand curling up in front of her mouth as she let out a single, innocent-sounding giggle before she turned to him shaking her head, causing her long (though loose), dark brown ponytail to sway back and forth behind her. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot; they rid themselves of you the moment they took what they wanted..." At this, Jafar's upper lip curled up into a snarl over his teeth, his dark brown eyes blackening as her words brought back flashing memories that had been haunting him for years now reentered his mind. He tore his eyes away from her to look back down at the village just below them. Closing the gap between them, Maleficent lifted her arm, gently taking hold of his stubbled chin as she forced him to look into her eyes, her expression showing him just how serious and dangerous she could be. "They ruined your life and got away with it. You think you can take back what is rightfully yours with just the small pitiful power of a Djinn? You disgust me..." Roughly pushing his head aside she turned her back to him, her hips swaying from side to side with every step she took away from him before finally she came to a stop, her eyes gazing out at Agrabah below them. "However, you're in luck... You wish to make them pay? I can help you. All I ask for in return... Is your eternal loyalty and devotion to me, your rightful Queen..." "It seems to me that the 'pitiful power of a Djinn' would be the last thing you would want from me... my Queen." Jafar replied in turn, his tone condescending with the title and angry throughout. "Besides," He began, his voice letting up a bit as he forced himself to remain calm despite the blood boiling in his veins. "there is only one man I wish to pay halfheartedly. An eye for an eye, a wife for a wife. Those remaining can bathe themselves in the riches of the treasure room for the rest of their days for all I care. So for that, I'll keep my loyalties to myself, thank you." Leaning against one of the pillars she dropped her head back slightly, her laughter filling the air as she turned her body, staying against the stone while her arms wrapped over her bare midriff. "And you truly believe that the revenge on one man will lead you to a true and happy life? You are a fool to think that the next in line would allow those he rules over to even touch the tiniest trinket in the royal treasury." Dropping one arm down to her side she lifted her other wiping a tear of amusement from her eye as she glanced over at him, her lips pursing slightly as she tried to figure him out; something about him drawing her attention. "What happened to Sherrezade was... Unfortunate... But if you truly believe that those little parlor tricks will get you everything you desire then please, by all means, go a head." Jafar's face remained completely stoic, his blackened eyes just watching her expressing her amusement at his expense but he remained unmoved; unreadable. It had taken nearly five years but the pain he felt for the loss of his family was easy to hide. Arching her back Maleficent slowly pushed herself away from the wall before she slowly began to wander past him. Her hand came up to slide down his chest as she passed him, her expression once again becoming cold and uncaring. "But do not come crawling back to me for help the moment you fail, Jafar. This is the only chance you will ever get to have power beyond your wildest dreams; the only chance for you to become Sultan... I have offered you all that you wish for, let it be known that I will not offer it again." Picking up her pace she headed away from where he stood her hand rising up as a thick plume of smoke slowly began to surround her creeping over her figure from her feet upwards. His grip tightened on the golden staff in his hands. He only wished for the Sultan to pay, not to take his place. But if that was how he was to exact his revenge, then so be it. Pushing his pride to the side for the first time in years, Jafar called out to her. "What would you suggest... my Queen?" He asked, the condescending tone to her title no longer present, a clear indication that he had already agreed to meet her price. If all he had to do was tolerate the woman for the rest of his days in order to bring the Sultan to his knees before him, then so be it. Turning her head slightly she looked back over her shoulder to where he stood, her arm slowly lowering and in turn causing the smoke to dissipate. "You give yourself to me... Well, that's a start..." Moving back over to him until she was standing directly in front of him, her chest brushed up against his own as she lifted her hand up, a small smirk playing on her lips as she took hold of his chin. "Now, I give you what you desire..." Pulling him down by his chin she pressed her lips hard against his, her lips seeming to burn slightly as she passed on the necessary knowledge he would need to get what he wanted, the tiniest amount of power seeping through her lips into his as she allowed it to. The moment her lips touched his his eyes flew open, his body instinctively stepping away in some hope that the last five years in memory of his departed wife could still be salvaged. His free hand flew to her wrist and gripped down on it tightly to pull her off of him but just as he did, he felt something... strange. It wasn't at all... unpleasant, not like he had initially thought. He found his body starting to relax, his shoulders falling as his lips finally eased back into hers, seeking out whatever it was that she was filling him with. It took another half a moment, but at long last he was able to pinpoint just exactly what it was that she was doing. A hot breath of air blew out through his nose, pushing his lips into her further to drink in what she was giving him. Power. Pure, raw power and he was getting drunk off of it ultimately craving more. Every hair on the back of his neck was standing up straight, his entire body underneath the multitude of black robes under the scorching Arabian sun getting covered in gooseflesh. He could feel the power running through his blood; vein by vein until his entire body had grown hot with magic. What came next was understanding, as if he had spent the last five years studying under the very Djinn he had taken the powers from; knowledge on how to wield these powers pumping into his brain in hot flashes that ultimately forced him to pull his lips away from her and take a few steps back, gasping for breath as he was unable to hold on any longer and holding onto his staff tightly for support with both hands, sliding down it as his legs gave out and brought him to his knees before her feet. Folding her arms over her chest she watched him pull away from her gripping his staff for dear life as he tried to catch his breath, the smirk she had held moments before the kiss still playing over her lips. Lifting her hand up she let her fingers brush gently over her lips, savoring the feeling that the kiss had brought her. A bead of sweat trickled down from the creased forehead of Jafar's turban and down his cheek, catching on the strong line of his jaw. He remained there, on his knees panting in the heated air, his dark eyes looking up at Maleficent with a face that clearly read 'bewildered' on it. "Well now... That was much more enjoyable than I originally thought it would be... Seems I might have use for you elsewhere thanks to your... Talents..." Taking a few steps forward she placed both her hands on her knees, leaning over so that she could look into his eyes, her head tilting. "What you feel is just the tiniest particle of my power coursing through your body, giving you the power and knowledge that you will need to take Agrabah as your own..." Standing back up straight, her arms folded over her chest, one hand coming up to wave dismissively. "It will take you a while to get used to it of course, not every being can handle this amount of power. But I'm sure you will figure out something... Any questions? Not that I will enjoy answering them, but I thought it the 'moral' thing to ask at this point..." He was sure he was giving her a stupid look. With his mouth still open and his chest heaving... he could only clamp his mouth shut and shake his head no. Words were absolutely beyond him at that point; but she very well already knew that. "Good. Serve me well and you shall be rewarded... Disappoint me... Well, I'm sure you can understand what comes with letting me down Jafar." Tilting her head to the side she reached out her fingers, slowly trailing over his cheek in a seductive manner. "And believe me when I say I would hate to see all your potential go to waste darling... Yes... I will certainly be keeping you close to me; you will be my favorite toy... One I play with often..." Feeling compelled by a force he didn't quite understand, Jafar bent his head down in a bow, keeping his eyes on the stone beneath him. "Y-yes my Queen." A quiet shiver rolled over his spine at the prospect of becoming her new 'toy.' He wasn't naive, he knew exactly what it was that she was implying. What was beyond him was why. He wasn't exactly a catch, he knew he wasn't something pleasing to look at and five years of celibacy in memory of his wife had certainly caught up with him by now... so why? But then he realized... he knew exactly why. Control. Power and absolute control; nothing more. The thought of breaking his vow to Sherrezade had his stomach twisting into very uncomfortable knots, but that would be for a later time to think on. For now, he had only one thing on his mind and that was what he was going to make the Sultan do for him first. Lifting his head to meet Maleficent's eyes, still on bended knee, he blinked to find that she had completely vanished as if she were never there. By Allah, what had just happened?
I've been waitin on Avan to get his post up like he said he was... o.0 not sure about everyone else...
Alan Woodard - Present Day - Tahoe City
He felt warm. Much warmer than what the usual temperature within his hotel room on a cold, snowy morning in Lake Tahoe, Nevada was. Finding difficulty in opening one eye, Alan squinted as the morning light streamed down onto his face, forcing his eye back shut immediately as a pressing headache formed it's way between his eyes. Peeling open his eye in a second attempt, Alan let out a tired groan wanting at least a few more minutes to sleep in, but he had his work cut out for him today. Taking stock of his limbs, Alan opened his second eye to find his cheek pressed intimately to the bare backside of a woman and an arm wrapped around her waist, hand resting on her abdomen. The events of the night before slowly filtered through his sleep-induced mind and Alan couldn't help but to smirk at his good fortune. Taking great care to untangle himself from the still sleeping woman, Alan placed a gentle kiss on the backside of her shoulder before he managed to sit upright on the bed and fish around for his clothes, finding his t-shirt first and slipped it on. Standing up, he pulled his worn blue jeans back on, working on the belt as he made his way over to the front door of her apartment and wiggled his shoes on, not even stopping to bother with the laces. Taking a minute to run his fingers through his long, shaggy brown hair, Alan slipped out the front door quietly, so as not to wake the waitress he had met at the bar just last night. The last thing he needed was for her to get the wrong idea that last night had meant something. She didn't seem like the type that would, but then again, anything was possible when you were drunk. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Alan began the walk to the main street where he could hail a cab and make it back to his hotel room for a quick shower and change of clothes before heading to the ski lodge. Taking a quick look at the clock on his old flip-phone, he found that if he hurried, he would have just enough time to arrive before the throng of tourists did. It took fifteen minutes; even at the crack of dawn the city was traffic-busy, pressing the thought that he might want to think about saving up for a motor bike to get around quicker... maybe they had bike rentals at the lodge? He hadn't even thought to check on that before. He had arrived in Nevada a day short of a week ago, dreams of his past haunting his sleep. He was made of wood again, constantly calling out for his Papa, wandering among never ending hallways with no doors feeling more and more frightened with each step he took. A heavy weight was brought down on his chest, making him stop to look at the necklace The Blue Fairy had given him, her final words to him echoing around in his wooden head again and again. *"Remember Pinocchio... if you help the children to remember who they are, you will have the chance to come back some day. And if your heart proves you to be selfless, brave and true, you will finally become a real boy. Stay with them Pinocchio, they need you."* Alan physically scoffed as he remembered the subject of his dreams lately. Selfless, brave and true? Boy had he fallen far from that mark! But he still had a promise to keep. He supposed it *would* be easier if he hadn't been separated from the group upon their initial arrival to Earth, but that was neither here nor there. Fate had it out for him making everything he did one step forward and two steps back. Pulling out the necklace from underneath his shirt and letting his thumb brush over the tiny pendant, he raised it to his lips for a kiss. He would not be returning home, not when there was no hope of not being turned back to wood, but there was still hope for the others. He just had to get them to believe. With a quick shower and a change of clothes that was better suited for the snow-dusted morning, Alan headed back out to the busy streets, stopping at a corn-dog stand on his way to get something into his stomach, grateful for the break in softly falling snow underneath the kiosk's umbrella. "Lookin' a bit tired this morning. Rough weekend?" The man behind the corndog stand asked. Alan smirked, reaching to his back pocket to pull out a couple one's from his wallet. "Eventful." He replied, slapping the money onto the kiosk, putting his wallet away before grabbing the two corn dogs handed over to him. "Ah, well, could be worse I suppose. You take care ya?" Alan gave a half-assed salute with one of the corn dogs, chuckling a bit to himself as he then bit off the end and headed on his way down the street. He was nearly finished with the first one when he felt a pair of eyes on him from behind. Stopping, Alan turned to find a young boy, no older than eight, staring hungrily at the second corn dog in his opposite hand. Alan didn't have to guess where the boy came from, or what he wanted. It was clear in his ragged clothes and unwashed hair that he was living on the streets, and had been for a few months now. But it wasn't the clothes and the unwashed hair that let Alan know this, it was the look in his eyes, the same look he himself held for a number of years before landing a job as a street performer and managed to save up for a tiny studio apartment back in Manhattan. It could have been days since the boy had found something to eat, and his heart went out to the kid. Adjusting his weight a bit, and popping what was left of the first corn dog into his mouth, Alan headed over to the boy, handing him the remainder of his breakfast. Wide eyed and full of awe, the boy graciously took the corn dog from Alan and turned to leave. "Hey kid!" Alan called out, reaching back to his front pocket. The boy turned, fearful at first that it was all just a trick and Alan would take the corn dog back as some cruel joke he had been subjected to over his experiences of begging for food. Instead, Alan pulled out a crisp ten-dollar bill he had swiped from the man at the kiosk while he had been paying for his corn dogs and placed it into the boys hand. "Dinner on me yeah?" Grinning madly, the boy bobbed his head up and down, the worn woolen cap on his head threatening to topple off his large brown curls. Alan just smiled and patted him on the back, sending the boy on his way. Feeling a bit lighter in his step, Alan turned back around and called for the cab that would then take him to the ski lodge, humming a jovial tune to himself as he waited.
> They all look really awesome and also love the twist you did on Scar. :) All the dude needs is just a little bit of love lol (true love, not the kind he can find with his dancing girls and all that shiz XD) I'm debating whether or not I wanna fill up my last spot with Simba, aged/grouped with the other kids sent to Earth but idk yet. Watcha think?
Rhetoric questions? Edit: Also I'm curious to know what you guys think of my three new characters. Opinions are always welcome :D
Morning Nallore <3
### [Alan - On My Own](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_5eWhWueJd0) ![Alan](http://media.tumblr.com/3df1a9fc0d9918b8175ff5d3f84021cd/tumblr_mw6gftCJqF1rru28vo1_500.gif "Alan") **Name:** Alan Woodard **Real Name:** Pinocchio **Age:** 26 **Occupation:** [Street Magician](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zr3R1D7GUU8) **Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (Age 13):** ![Pinocchio](http://image.toutlecine.com/photos/g/e/p/geppetto-2000--tv-06-g.jpg "Pinocchio") **Appearance - Today (Age 26):** ![Alan](http://www.lifetimetv.co.uk/sites/default/files/assets/square/38222162_Witches_of_East_End_Daniel_Hallway_6016_1.jpg?itok=N-mzKLyN "Alan") **Personality Traits:** A bit of a womanizer, Alan carries himself with a high regard finding no wrong in what he does. He's cheeky, outgoing, flirty and all-together just fun. He carries himself like the bad boy he is and relies on his street smarts to get him from place to place. He's a quick thinker having been forced into many different awkward situations but rather than sit down and plan something out, he grasps for moments on a whim and deals with the consequences later. **Skills:** Alan is very fit, therefore the more rigorous tasks of day-to-day life come fairly easy to him. He’s also quick on his feet as well as quick-minded. He’s an adept thief, using his quick wit to pick pockets or snatch things off the shelf without anyone taking notice. He's great with cracking codes to safes, picking locks, hot-wiring cars and using his rugged good looks to charm ladies into an evening of fun. **Biography (Before Earth):** Long before Pinocchio became a puppet, Geppetto had fallen in love. He was a young boy then, and quite poor but Geppetto had spent many summers with a woman who he could one day see himself marrying. Each summer when she came to their little village to visit her uncle, Geppetto and Lia would go off together and bask in the warm glow of the afternoon sun. They had a particular spot they liked to go to, an old cherry tree on the top of a hill that provided just the perfect amount of shade to keep their skin from getting blistered. It was here at this tree where Geppetto and Lia fell in love, carving their names into the tree trunk in a heart and shared a many number of kisses. Geppetto had been set to marry this girl of his dreams, but the next summer in which she was supposed to visit... she never came. It was only years later that Geppetto had found out that a terrible illness had been brought over her, and she had died. Overcome with grief, Geppetto swore that he would never love another woman again. He went to their spot and cut down the cherry tree, salvaging only the part of the trunk where they had carved their names and returned home with it, putting it on display as a reminder of just how wonderful love could be, but also of how quickly it could slip through fingers. Many years later, Geppetto found that he was lonely. Despite his goldfish and curious cat Figaro, he knew that there was something still missing from his life. In an effort to distract his thoughts, he came up with the idea to take the wood he had salvaged from the cherry tree and created a puppet boy out of it, the very vision of what his child with Lia would be if she had not died. For months the little wooden boy he had named Pinocchio sat on his shelf, staring back at him. And for months Geppetto prayed to anyone who would listen to turn his little wooden boy real. Finally, his prayers were heard and Geppetto was visited by The Blue Fairy. She brought life to the wooden puppet and told Geppetto that someday, if Pinocchio proved himself brave, truthful, and unselfish, he would become a real boy. At first, Geppetto was thrilled to have his wish come true but ended up running into a string of problems that very first night with Pinocchio. Being a naturally curious boy, Pinocchio would constantly ask unnecessary questions when Geppetto was trying to sleep showing Geppetto just how much patience he really had. They survived the night and Geppetto, with a fresh perspective on things, took Pinocchio out on the town to show him where they lived. Naturally, Pinnochio ended up getting into mischief when Gepetto introduced him to those they passed along their way in town, and later breaking Geppetto's heart when Pinocchio exclaimed that he didn't want to be a toymaker like his Papa; that he wanted to be a magician. The following day, Geppetto sent Pinocchio off to school so that he could interact with children his own age, telling Pinocchio to just act like all the other children did and he would do fine. However, Pinocchio got into a fight at school when he began to imitate all the other children until one had reached his boiling point. Disappointed, Geppetto took him home bumping into an unsuccessful puppeteer named Stromboli along the way. Stromboli became exceedingly interested in the boy made of wood, knowing that he could make a fortune off of Pinocchio as the main attraction in his puppet show, voicing his interest but Geppetto was quick to remove Pinocchio from the man's sight and take him home. Once home, Geppetto sent Pinocchio up to his room to think about what he had done, leaving Pinocchio near to tears unable to understand why he was in trouble for doing what his Papa had asked. Geppetto, still furious with Pinocchio's misbehavior, tried to reason with the Blue Fairy after Pinocchio had gone to bed but she insisted that there was nothing wrong with Pinocchio, that Geppetto just wasn't seeing the whole picture. Frustrated that even The Blue Fairy couldn't help him anymore, he went up to Pinocchio's room to apologize only to find that Pinocchio had run away to live with Stromboli. Figuring it was for the best, Geppetto went to Stromboli's show to say goodbye. Stromboli was more than pleased with Pinocchio as his star puppet but was even more pleased by the money he had brought in for him. But when Pinocchio started to feel a little homesick and asked to go back home, Stromboli refused and reminded Pinocchio it would violate the contract he had him sign. When Geppetto arrived just after the show had finished, Stromboli intercepted him and explained that Pinocchio had left after the show, claiming that he wanted to see the world. After Geppetto left with a heavy heart, Stromboli returned to Pinocchio but realized the boy was gone, just managing to spot him boarding a stagecoach to Pleasure Island. Summoning The Blue Fairy to tell her what had become of his son, The Blue Fairy was outraged that he had let such a precious gift go. She quickly informed Geppetto that Stromboli had been lying to him, and that Pinocchio was headed for Pleasure Island. Terrified for his son, Geppetto got ready for a journey to save his son. When he arrived, Geppetto found it harnessed a terrible curse in which all the boys were turned into donkeys after riding a roller coaster. He arrived just as Pinocchio was boarding the roller coaster and begged for Pinocchio to come home with him but Pinocchio refused, saying that Geppetto didn't want him because of what a big disappointment he was to him and the ride took off. Almost immediately Pinocchio was turned into a donkey and was stuffed into a crate to be sent away from Pleasure Island on a boat. Geppetto got his own boat and followed after his son, calling out to him and telling him that everything was going to be okay but a monster of a whale came to the surface and swallowed up Gappetto and his boat whole in one gulp. Pinocchio managed to break free of his constraints and jumped into the water after his Papa, ultimately getting swallowed by the whale as well, the curse of being a donkey washing away in the water. Finding his Papa inside the belly of the whale, Gappetto apologized for the way he had treated Pinocchio and Pinocchio forgave him. Then the wooden boy got an idea of how they could get out and return home so he began to tell a random strand of lies, making his nose grow and tickle the whale's uvula to throw them back up. Back home and finally able to understand one another, The Blue Fairy came to Gappetto once again to tell him of the threat of The Dark Queen. Geppetto begged to have The Blue Fairy arrange it so that Pinocchio would be safe, but The Blue Fairy told him that the portal to Earth was for the royal family, and Geppetto despaired. Feeling guilty, The Blue Fairy then amended her statement by saying that she would see what she could to and took Pinocchio with her to discuss something to be arranged with the organizers. Once there, it was decided that Pinocchio, since a great deal older than the other children, could go if he promised to stay with them, look after them, and help them to remember who they truly are in their hearts. Pinocchio promised and was presented with a magical amulet and was informed that when the time was right, they would have the option to return home. **Biography (Life On Earth):** Pinocchio spent his birthday living on the streets those first couple years. He wasn't sure how it happened but he and the other children were separated the moment they came to Earth. It was exceptionally difficult at first since Pinocchio hadn't ever had to do very much on his own before, but through trial and (much) error his time on the streets became easier and easier. It helped quite a bit that there were a handful of other boys his age who had been living on the streets their entire life who were willing to look out for him for a short time, reminding Pinocchio a bit of Pleasure Island. He knew what they were doing was wrong. Stealing hadn't been something he had ever thought about doing before but it seemed that it was his only option for survival now. He just hoped his Papa would understand. Two years after coming to Earth while raiding through a house on the richer side of town, Pinocchio was caught by the owner’s daughter, a few years older than himself. She was understanding towards Pinocchio's situation and though he didn’t go into his past or where he came from or even his name, she accepted him and did what she could to help him. Pinocchio was kept in a hidden room in the nursery where the girl would sneak him food as often as she could and while the parents were out, he was allowed to come out and socialize. It only lasted a few weeks before the parents found out their daughter was smuggling a fifteen-year-old boy and Pinocchio was taken to an orphanage immediately. When asked his name, Pinocchio simply responded with 'Alan' since it was the only name he could think of, having just watched a Jurassic Park film before he had been taken to the Orphanage. He was adopted rather quickly into a home that immediately had Alan's skin crawling. It was a trashy place; the father always gone and the mother always coked up on some kind of drug. Alan was quickly put to work in what he quickly realized wasn’t a family, but a job. He was forced to do the mundane tasks of a ‘gopher’ in the world of the drug trade, and hated every minute of it. He was beaten often, and fed very little. By the time Alan turned seventeen he had enough, and left without a word. Alan has been living on his own ever since, at first just picking up whatever odd jobs he could on the side until he came across a group of street performers that were more than willing to take him in and show him the ropes. Once he learned what it is that they did, he became appalled with the false display of magic; it was an upfront lie! Ever since he was a young boy he had always been taught to tell the truth. But Alan couldn't help but to feel closer to home than he ever had before. So throwing his conscious to the wind, he became a well renounced street magician, proficient in the art of lying and deception and made quite a bit of money in the process. **Other:** Although perfectly human here on Earth, Alan is still supposed to be made out of wood so from time to time, Alan's limbs freeze up completely (as if they were made of wood) and renders them completely useless for a while. Also, never being put into any kind of schooling here on earth Alan has a lot of difficulty with reading and writing.
Name: Scar Real Name: Taka Lionhart Age: 34 Occupation: Royal War General/ King of The Pride Lands Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (Age 21): Appearance - Today (Age 34): Personality Traits: Even as an adolescent, Scar proved himself to be highly intelligent, motivated by jealousy, and is exceptionally manipulative. His ties to family only go so far when his own goals are in mind, and he saw no problem in endangering his brother's life in order to get the attention he so desired. He takes little interest in the well being of his followers, willing to bend the rules and put his own interests above all others. He takes to plotting and his perceptual features are nonchalance, seriousness and almost comical sarcasm. It's hard for him to find allies amongst the royals so he is forced to develop relationships with other outcasts such as bandits. He has an urge for a dramatic presentation and will even sacrifice others' lives in order to get a dramatic atmosphere. Still jealous and bogged down by feelings of inferiority, Scar is psychopathic and even less reliant on his family, willing to frame and murder the only family members he has left in order to steal the throne. He is very capable of manipulation and is still sensitive to the mention of his brother, knowing full well that he can never be the king that Mufasa was. He suffers from a lack of self-esteem and to cover that up he thrives in torturing the helpless. Even in a position of power, he remains vulnerable to bouts of indecision and insecurity, unable to accept criticism and too stubborn to take the advice of his advisers. Despite his inner insecurities, Scar is a natural orator with a charismatic charm, able to rally his followers to his cause and gain the fanatical loyalty of other villains. His smooth talking is not easily overlooked, but when his walls are broken down, Scar is revealed to be a coward who would much more likely run from a conflict than turn to face it. When forced into a fight, he can hold his own and is not above cheating. His natural charisma hides a cowardly nature that refuses to accept blame and takes no shame in shoving problems and troubles on other individuals. Skills: Highly intelligent and able to come up with masterful plans with just a few minutes, Scar is able to retain almost everything he sees and store it in the back of his mind to use at a later time. His charismatic charm often times leads those into following him blindly. But he isn't all brains. Having grown up in his father's army to ultimately become their leader, Scar is very proficient with a blade and shield, but even better with improvisation when weapons are unavailable. He is also a high physical threat as he is a master of hand-to-hand combat. Biography (Before Earth): Once, a very long time ago, there were two brothers born to a king. The older brother Mufasa, was the heir to the throne leaving his younger brother, Taka 'second best'. The boys never got along, always fighting with one another and causing mischief but Taka's 'rough housing' became more and more dangerous as the years went on. At a very early age when Taka was able to comprehend what jealousy was, he knew for certain that he wanted to be king. Despite his constant pleas to his father, the only way Taka would become the true king is if Mufasa died. So that's what Taka did. Now teenage boys, both being trained profusely in their father's army, they managed to slip away from their duties and went out to play. Taka purposefully lead his brother into a trap to 'play a game.' Leaving Mufasa for just a moment, Taka went to find an antelope herd and started to throw rocks at them, herding them into stampeding towards his brother however in an unexpected turn of events, Taka became trapped and got mixed in with the herd, getting seriously injured and giving him a deep scar across his eye. With more than just his pride wounded, Taka then took up the name Scar as a constant reminder that he needed to plan more accordingly rather than to just improvise... a mistake he never made again. The years went on and the boys grew into men. Scar had found himself a beautiful woman to take away his obsessive thoughts on murdering his brother and they eventually had a child together who became Scar's light and joy. However, when Mufasa become King at the young age of twenty-five (Scar now twenty) due to an unforeseeable death in the family, the jealousy returned into Scar as he bitterly rose to become Mufasa's war general. It was only one year later when Scar decided that he had had enough and went rogue with his brother's soldiers, using his quick wit and manipulation skills to turn them against their king. There was one among them, however, that didn't take to Scar's manipulation. A young man named Simba, Mufasa's seven-year-old son. So on the night of the rebellion, Simba slipped away in time to warn his father. With the plan thwarted, Scar was ultimately caught and was thrown into prison. He was completely cut off from the world, forced to spend months to himself in madness until his execution day. Brought before the block, Scar was shown mercy by his brother and was instead exiled from the land. Leaving his only home, Scar was desperate to find power wherever he could get it and stumbled upon a sorcerer by the name of Rothbart. Practically demanding power, Scar's quick temper and ill tongue got him into trouble and had a curse put upon him, pulling out the beast inside of him into the true monster he was inside. Rothbart eventually changed him back, letting him know then and there that so long as he has hatred in his heart, the beast inside would remain. Furious, Scar was forced back home to tell his wife and child (who had followed him into desertion) that he was unsuccessful. Scar's wife, already fed up with the peasant life style got Scar's temper boiling until he wasn't able to control it any longer. The beast inside had taken over and destroyed everything they had managed to create as a home... including ripping his wife and child into shreds like a wild animal. When Scar woke up the next morning without even so much as a memory to what he had done, covered in the disembodied limbs and blood of his family, Scar wept. He knew his only chance for redemption is to make amends with his brother, with the only two things he had ever loved were now dead, what more did he have to lose? Picking himself back up, Scar washed himself from any life he had ever had hopes of having and returned home to Pride Rock. It was time to kill his brother. Biography (Life On Earth): Scar doesn't even know what 'Earth' is. Other: When a beast, he is unpredictable but most often times blood thirsty. There hasn't yet been anything that can stop him, but his animal form drains his energy quickly and is prone to losing consciousness and waking up human again.
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