The Rhyme of a Nursery.

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    You have heard of many famous Nursery Rhymes when you were a young child. You sang and dance along to them and over the years, it was just another Nursery Rhyme to help you along your path to childhood. But as you have grown older, soon surfing the internet, you begin to find that these Nursery Rhymes aren't what they seem. The majority of Nursery Rhymes have a very deep and morbid meaning behind them, and luckily for you.
    You're one of them.


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    You currently reside in Eleanor Goose's Nursery, or as she likes to be called, "Mother Goose." You are a Rhyme who LOVES children very much, and wishes for them to be content with your story.
    The bad news behind all of this is that your story has morbidity. Your rhyme is corrupted with deeper meanings, and that's not particularly good for fast-growing children.

    The children are so precious, and you want to keep them happy, not ruin childhoods and make them have an existential crisis.
    You as a Rhyme have many tasks at hand. Other Rhymes that reside in the Nursery are too far gone for the innocence of children, and wish to kill you, and ruin your story. But there is a reason behind these killings.

    Killing a Nursery Rhyme removes its entirety from existence, saving children from horror during adulthood.
    This is particularly good.


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    Everything is for the sake of young children. You are a Nursery Rhyme, after all.
    You must protect yourself from other Rhymes found around the Nursery while choosing whether to follow in the footsteps of killing, or keep to yourself and pray that the Lord will take your soul before you wake.
    Although the children are important, sometimes a Rhyme has just grown too old and just doesn't care anymore. That's not at all good. But, if you are one of those who just don't care if your tale is terrible, you can choose to accept your fate as a terrible tale, and be feared by the children who growed up to find out your true meaning; staying in the Nursery for good and letting your leisurely actions decide the rest for you.
    There is one last option for your true tale, Rhyme. And that is to escape Mother Goose's Nursery [/U]and rewrite your tale. No one has ever successfully attempted this, but perhaps, the tides have changed. Mother Goose is particularly hard to face, as she has many villainous Nursery Rhymes on her side. If you do choose this option, please, be careful.


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    The Mulberry cottage is a cozy little house, with three bedrooms, a fireplace in each one. There's always a fire going but despite that the house and it's occupants are always cold. The cottage got its name for the hundreds of mulberry bushes that surround the property, the berries attracting scavenging rodents such as weasels. Out back, there's a stump that appears that it was used for chopping wood, an axe deeply embedded in it. Inside the house in the living room on a small table is a needle and thread, and the beginning patches of a blanket.



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    (Yes.. I am aware there is a lot of choices. The more the merrier, right? And no, you don't HAVE to chose from the list below. c:)

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    London Bridge is falling down,
    Falling down, falling down.
    London Bridge is falling down,
    My fair lady.


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    A-tisket a-tasket
    A green and yellow basket
    I wrote a letter to my love
    And on the way I dropped it,
    I dropped it,
    I dropped it,
    And on the way I dropped it.
    A little boy he picked it up and put it in his pocket.


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    Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
    Catch a tiger by the toe.
    If he hollers, let him go,
    Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.


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    Georgie Porgie, Puddin' and Pie,
    Kissed the girls and made them cry,
    When the boys came out to play
    Georgie Porgie ran away.


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    Goosey goosey gander,
    Whither shall I wander?
    Upstairs and downstairs
    And in my lady's chamber.
    There I met an old man
    Who wouldn't say his prayers,
    So I took him by his left leg
    And threw him down the stairs.


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    Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
    Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
    All the king's horses and all the king's men
    Couldn't put Humpty together again.


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    Hush, little baby, don't you cry.
    Mama's gonna sing you a lullaby.
    Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
    Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.
    If that mockingbird don't sing,
    Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring.


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    I do not like thee, Doctor Fell,
    The reason why - I cannot tell;
    But this I know, and know full well,
    I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.


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    Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
    and doesn't know where to find them;
    leave them alone,
    And they'll come home,
    wagging their tails behind them.


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    Old Mother Hubbard
    Went to the cupboard,
    To give the poor dog a bone;
    When she came there,
    The cupboard was bare,
    And so the poor dog had none.


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    Bye, baby Bunting,
    Daddy’s gone a-hunting,
    Gone to get a rabbit skin
    To wrap the baby Bunting in.


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    Ding, dong, bell,
    The cat is the well.
    Who put her in?
    Little Johnny Flynn.
    Who pulled her out?
    Little Tommy Stout.
    What a naughty boy was that,
    To try to drown poor little cat,
    Who ne’er did him any harm,
    But killed all the mice in the farmer's barn.


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    "Little Arabella Miller
    Found a furry caterpillar
    First it climbed upon her mother
    Then upon her baby brother
    "Ugh" said Arabella Miller
    "Take away that caterpillar!"


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    Little Miss Muffet
    Sat on a tuffet,
    Eating of curds and whey;
    Along came a spider
    Who sat down beside her
    And frightened Miss Muffet away.


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    Mary had a little lamb,
    His fleece was white as snow,
    And everywhere that Mary went,
    The lamb was sure to go.


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    Matthew, Mark, Luke and John,
    Bless the bed that I lie on.
    Four corners to my bed,
    Four angels round my head;
    One to watch and one to pray
    And two to bear my soul away.


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    Monday's child is fair of face,
    Tuesday's child is full of grace,
    Wednesday's child is full of woe,
    Thursday's child has far to go,
    Friday's child is loving and giving,
    Saturday's child works hard for a living,
    But the child who is born on the Sabbath day
    Is fair and wise and good in every way.


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    Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
    Up stairs and down stairs in his night-gown,
    Tapping at the window, crying at the lock,
    Are the children in their bed, for it's past ten o'clock?


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    Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
    Stole a pig, and away did run;
    The pig was eat
    And Tom was beat,
    And Tom went crying
    Down the street.


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    There was an old woman lived under the hill,
    And if she's not gone she lives there still.
    Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies,
    And she's the old woman that never told lies.


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    The lion and the unicorn
    Were fighting for the crown
    The lion beat the unicorn
    All around the town.
    Some gave them white bread,
    And some gave them brown;
    Some gave them plum cake
    and drummed them out of town.


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    Taffy was a Welshman,
    Taffy was a thief;
    Taffy came to my house and stole a leg of beef;
    I went to Taffy's house and Taffy was in bed;
    So I picked up the Gerry pot and hit him on the head.


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    Poor Jenny is a-weeping,
    A-weeping, a-weeping,
    Poor Jenny is a-weeping
    On a bright summer’s day.


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    Needles and pins,
    Needles and pins,
    When a Man marries,
    His Trouble begins.


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    One for sorrow,
    Two for joy,
    Three for a girl,
    Four for a boy,
    Five for silver,
    Six for gold,
    Seven for a secret,
    Never to be told.







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    (Enemies to some, friends to others.)
    Oranges and Lemons.
    Chester Bow. (open)
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    "Oranges and lemons,"
    Says the bells of St. Clement's.
    "You owe me five farthings,"
    Says the bells of St. Martin's.
    "When will you pay me?"
    Says the bells of Old Bailey.
    "When I grow rich,"
    Says the bells of Shoreditch.
    "When will that be?"
    Says the bells of Stepney.

    "I do not know,"
    Says the great bell of Bow.

    Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
    And here comes a chopper to chop off your head!


    Personality:
    Weapons and Capabilities:
    Danger Level:


    Jack and Jill.
    Jacklyn and Jillian. (open)
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    Jack and Jill went up the hill
    To fetch a pail of water.
    Jack fell down and broke his crown,
    And Jill came tumbling after.


    Personality:
    Creative. Energetic. Hard-Working. Impractical. Taking things personally. Enhanced Intelligence.
    Jacklyn and Jillian are inseparable and are never found apart. They like the same things, they feel the same things, the see the same things, making their personalities -almost- the exact same. While they may be perceived as calm, reserved, or even shy, Jack and Jill have an inner flame and passion that can truly shine. The two of them have a constant feeling of misunderstanding – but when the twins find like-minded people to spend their time with, they too will become inseparable with their companions. The two girls have a knack for self-expression, revealing their beauty and their secrets through metaphors and fictional characters.
    Currently, the twins have run out of energy, and even become dejected and overwhelmed by all the bad in the world that they can’t fix, making them allies for Mother Goose. The only difference between the two is that Jacklyn is MUCH more intelligent than Jillian, even though she has a huge head injury. This makes Jack in charge of surgi-- I mean taking care of their friends.


    Weapons and Capabilities:
    I R I S S C I S S O R S:
    Iris scissors are small scissors originally designed for the fine detail work of ophthalmic surgery, or eye surgery.

    RF K N I F E:
    The RF Knife is an electrosurgical generator and a handpiece including one or several electrodes. It is used in electrosurgery and its purposes are to make precise cuts with limited blood loss [COLOR=#ffffff], in the procedure, the tissue is heated by a[COLOR=#ff99cc] strong[/COLOR] electric current depending on who is controlling the device.[/COLOR]

    F I N O C H I E T T O ☻ R E T R A C T O R:
    A [B]rib spreader[/B], also known as [COLOR=#99ccff][B]Finochietto retractor[/B],[/COLOR] is a type of retractor specifically designed to[COLOR=#99ccff] separate ribs[/COLOR] in surgery.


    Danger Level: [COLOR=#ff99cc]6[/COLOR]


    There W[COLOR=#999999]as[/COLOR] A C[COLOR=#999999]rooked[/COLOR] M[COLOR=#999999]an[/COLOR]
    Duke McGahan. (open)
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    [SIZE=2][FONT=book antiqua]There was a crooked man
    Who walked a crooked mile
    Who found a crooked sixpence
    Upon a crooked stile
    He bought a crooked cat
    Who caught a crooked mouse
    And they all lived together in a crooked little house.[/FONT][/SIZE]

    [SIZE=2][FONT=book antiqua]And then he had a crooked thought.
    Why is my crookedness my lot,
    Why must I be crooked instead of being not?[/FONT][/SIZE]

    [SIZE=2][FONT=book antiqua]Everything was worthless,
    He heaved a crooked sigh.
    He went to find a crooked[COLOR=#ff0000] rope,[/COLOR]
    and tied it to the sky.[/FONT][/SIZE]

    [SIZE=2][FONT=book antiqua]Upon a crooked chair he stood,
    His eyes were blank and dead.
    Without another thought,
    He[COLOR=#ff0000] hung[/COLOR] his crooked head...[/FONT][/SIZE]

    [SIZE=2][FONT=book antiqua]Now the story's not yet over,
    for this tale is myth-ed and old,
    go hide under the cover,
    for there's something not yet told.[/FONT][/SIZE]

    [SIZE=2][FONT=book antiqua]There once was a Crooked Man, who had a crooked smile,
    and if you lived his life, he'll [COLOR=#ff0000]send you through a trial.[/COLOR]
    He[COLOR=#ff0000] lives[/COLOR] for your torment,
    makes it full of [COLOR=#ff0000]strife[/COLOR],
    and he will not be content[/FONT][/SIZE]

    [COLOR=#ff0000][SIZE=2][FONT=book antiqua]Until you take your life.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]
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    [FONT=book antiqua][SIZE=3]Personality:[/SIZE]
    Weapons and Capabilities:
    Danger Level:[/FONT]


    [COLOR=#f77979]M[COLOR=#339966]ary[/COLOR], M[COLOR=#339966]ary[/COLOR], Q[COLOR=#339966]uite[/COLOR] C[COLOR=#339966]ontrary[/COLOR].[/COLOR]
    Mary Moyer. (open)
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    [SIZE=3][FONT=book antiqua][COLOR=#ff99cc]Mary, Mary, quite contrary,[/COLOR]
    How does your garden grow?
    With [COLOR=#d93d3d]silver bells[/COLOR]
    and [COLOR=#d93d3d]cockle shells[/COLOR],
    And pretty [COLOR=#d93d3d]maids[/COLOR] all in a row.[/FONT][/SIZE]


    [SIZE=5][FONT=book antiqua][glow]Personality:[/glow][/FONT][/SIZE]
    [COLOR=#ff99cc][FONT=book antiqua][SIZE=3]♥ Nice. Wicked. Manipulative. Friendly. ♥[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#ffffff][FONT=book antiqua][SIZE=2]Mary Moyer is as sinister as can be. Take her as that really stereotypical popular chick you see in movies. Moyer is cunning and wicked, but can also turn around and be the [COLOR=#ff99cc]sweetest thing[/COLOR] at first impressions. [/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#ffffff][FONT=book antiqua][SIZE=2]Most Rhymes have not seen her in the flesh, as she is quite the antisocial person.
    She locked herself away in her Maze Garden, never to be seen by the other Rhymes in hopes that she will not harm a single soul. But in reality, she craves to murder and torture every single being.
    On occasion, when the moon and the stars come out to greet the world, Mary Moyer will come out of her garden. Do not be fooled. She's [COLOR=#ff99cc]manipulative and downright evil[/COLOR] during the night. But when the sun is out, she's the[COLOR=#ff99cc] nicest human being[/COLOR] that you could ever come across. [/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#ffffff][FONT=book antiqua][SIZE=2][COLOR=#ff99cc]Too bad[/COLOR] she doesn't come out to play during the day.[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]

    [SIZE=5][FONT=book antiqua][glow]Weapons and Capabilities:[/glow][/FONT][/SIZE]
    [COLOR=#ff99cc][FONT=book antiqua]S I L V E R [COLOR=#d93d3d]♥[/COLOR] B E L L S:[/FONT][/COLOR]
    [SIZE=3][COLOR=#ff99cc][FONT=book antiqua]"There's always a meaning behind Nursery Rhymes, such a shame.~"[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE]
    [SIZE=2][COLOR=#ffffff][FONT=book antiqua]Silver Bells in Mary's case, are[COLOR=#d93d3d] thumbscrews[/COLOR]. AKA, one of her many torture devices. You could probably imagine what[COLOR=#d93d3d] thumbscrews[/COLOR] are, but in case you do not know what this horrible machinery is, a [COLOR=#d93d3d]thumbscrew [COLOR=#ffffff]is a simple device used to [COLOR=#d93d3d]slowly crush[/COLOR] a victim's finger. Mary's thumbscrew contains sharp metal points to make it more[COLOR=#d93d3d] agonizing[/COLOR] to her victim.[/COLOR][/COLOR][/FONT][COLOR=#d93d3d][/COLOR][/COLOR][/SIZE][COLOR=#ffffff]

    [SIZE=3][COLOR=#ff99cc][FONT=book antiqua]C O C K L E [COLOR=#d93d3d]♥ [COLOR=#ff99cc]S H E L L S:
    [COLOR=#ff99cc]"So, so, sorry dearest. This is going to hurt a lot. I do hope you forgive me."[/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/FONT][COLOR=#d93d3d][COLOR=#ff99cc][/COLOR][/color][/COLOR][/SIZE][COLOR=#ff99cc][COLOR=#d93d3d]
    [SIZE=2][COLOR=#ffffff][FONT=book antiqua](The cockleshell referred in the NR is a genital torture device. For everyone's sanity and innocence, I will be using something far different.)
    Cockleshells in Mary's case, is a [COLOR=#d93d3d]neck torture device. [COLOR=#ffffff]It is a choker with a bunch of sharp points on the inside. If her victim decides to move their neck, they would be met with a [COLOR=#d93d3d]harsh and sharp end[/COLOR]. Her victim is [COLOR=#d14343]no[/COLOR][COLOR=#d93d3d]t to move their head[/COLOR] for a few days.. Maybe a couple of weeks.. [/COLOR][/COLOR][/FONT][COLOR=#d93d3d][/COLOR][/COLOR][/SIZE][COLOR=#ffffff]

    [COLOR=#ff99cc][SIZE=3][FONT=book antiqua]P R E T T Y [COLOR=#e03838]♥ [COLOR=#ff99cc]M A I D S:
    [COLOR=#ff99cc]"The grand finale! I'm so sorry it had to end this way.~"[/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/FONT][COLOR=#e03838][COLOR=#ff99cc][/color][/color][/SIZE][COLOR=#e03838][COLOR=#ff99cc][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#ffffff][SIZE=2][FONT=book antiqua]Pretty Maids = Iron Maiden. Do I really have to elaborate on this one?[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]


    [SIZE=5][FONT=book antiqua][glow]Danger Level: [COLOR=#ff99cc]8[/COLOR][/glow][/FONT][/SIZE]
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    [spoiler=Boop boop.]
    [SIZE=2][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#ffffff][COLOR=#a83131](Picture of your character here. A real picture would be preferred.)
    [COLOR=#a83131]Nursery Rhyme:[/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#ffffff][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#ffffff](Also put the passage here.)
    [COLOR=#ffffff]Name:[/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#ffffff][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#ffffff](If there is a name in the Nursery Rhyme, put that name in here.)[/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#a83131]Age:
    Gender:
    General Appearance:
    [COLOR=#ffffff](Optional if you have a picture. Or nah.)[/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#a83131]General Personality:
    Strengths:
    Weaknesses:
    General History:
    [COLOR=#ffffff](Correlates to the NR. BE CREATIVE. Extra points if you tie in the NR to your history. c;)[/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#a83131]Location:
    [COLOR=#ffffff]([/COLOR][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#ffffff]If you want me to make a location, make sure your location relates to the NR. GIVE A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF YOUR LOCATION.)[/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#a83131]Weapon of Brutal Choice:
    [COLOR=#ffffff](Relates to the NR, blah, blah blah.)[/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#a83131]Are you willing to murder other Nursery Rhymes?:
    Are you attempting to escape and rewrite your story?:
    Do you just not care about the judgment of your true tale?:
    Other:[/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/SIZE][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#ffffff][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#ffffff][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#ffffff][COLOR=#ffffff][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#a83131]
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    [/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color]
    [COLOR=#d93d3d][COLOR=#ffffff][COLOR=#ff99cc][COLOR=#e03838][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#ffffff][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#ffffff][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#ffffff][COLOR=#ffffff][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#a83131]
    [LEFT][FONT=book antiqua][SIZE=5][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#ffffff]◊ [U]Rules.[/U] ◊[/COLOR][/COLOR][/SIZE][COLOR=#a83131]
    [SIZE=2][COLOR=#a83131]1. [COLOR=#ffffff]Follow ALL of Iwaku's general terms and rules.
    2. [COLOR=#ffffff]No God-Modding.[/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#a83131]3. [COLOR=#ffffff]No Mary Sues, Gary Stues. You know the drill.
    4. [COLOR=#ffffff]You most definitely CAN play more than one character. MAX IS [U][S]TWO[/S][/U][B] FOUR[/B].[/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#a83131]5. [COLOR=#ffffff]Please do not control other characters.
    6. [COLOR=#ffffff]If you will be gone for 'x' amount of time, (Max. 3 days.) please let me know. c:[/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#a83131]7. [COLOR=#ffffff]Your nursery rhyme must have a dark twist to it. If a particular rhyme has no morbidity, create your own! :D
    8. [COLOR=#ffffff]Have fun![/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#a83131]If you have read the rules of this RP, put a [COLOR=#ffffff]◊[/COLOR] in your bio.[/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/SIZE][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#ffffff][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#ffffff][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#ffffff][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#ffffff][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/FONT][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#ffffff][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#ffffff][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#ffffff][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#ffffff]

    [FONT=book antiqua][SIZE=5][COLOR=#a83131][COLOR=#ffffff]♦ [U]Clarity.[/U] ♦[/COLOR][/COLOR][/SIZE][COLOR=#a83131]
    [SIZE=2][COLOR=#a83131]1. [COLOR=#ffffff]You must have only 1 weapon.
    2. [COLOR=#ffffff][U]Regarding General History[/U], let me give you an example of how it would be.[/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#a83131]"Ladybird, ladybird fly away home,
    Your house is on fire and your children are gone,
    All except one,
    And her name is Ann,
    And she hid under the baking pan."[/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#ffffff]This General History will be talking about Ann -insert surname.-. Ann was currently living in a small home during a vicious war between x and y. During these tribulations, her house was unfortunately raided, the perpetrators killing all of her siblings and then when the job was done, they set her house on fire. Ann and her mother (Ladybird) were the only survivors. Ann's mother was out of the house when the fire happened, and Ann was hiding inside a cupboard (AKA, the baking pan.). (You can phrase words in the NR differently if you wish.) Since the tragic incident, she has been residing in Eleanor's Nursery with her mother, both still coping from their past.[/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#a83131]3. [COLOR=#ffffff][U]Regarding Location.[/U] Pretty simple.[/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#a83131]Jack & Jill has a well for their location because they went to go "fetch a pail of water."
    Mary Contrary has a garden due to the phrase, "How does your garden grow?"
    My Darling Clementine might have a lake as a location due to the phrase, "Ruby lips above the water.. So I lost my Clementine."
    4. [COLOR=#ffffff]Have no idea of what NR to choose? Click [URL='[URL="http://www.songfacts.com/blog/writing/macabre_mother_goose_the_dark_side_of_children_s_songs/']"]Macabre Mother Goose: The Dark Side of Children's Songs[/URL]here,[/URL] [URL='[URL]http://www.scaryforkids.com/childrens-rhymes/'][/URL]here,[/URL] [URL='[URL]http://whatculture.com/offbeat/9-jolly-nursery-rhymes-deeply-disturbing-meanings.php'][/URL]here,[/URL] [URL='[URL="http://thestir.cafemom.com/being_a_mom/151699/11_beloved_nursery_rhymes_that']"]11 Beloved Nursery Rhymes That Kids Should Never Hear[/URL]and here![/URL] [URL='[URL]http://brainz.org/24-terrifying-thoughtful-and-absurd-nursery-rhymes-children/'][/URL]AND NOW HERE![/URL][/COLOR]
    [COLOR=#a83131]5. [COLOR=#ffffff]If there is something I don't like, I'll tell you. But I'm not a strict GM. I [COLOR=#a83131]love[/COLOR] you![/COLOR]
    6. [COLOR=#ffffff]There is a chance of Nursery Death. Do not be discouraged! You can always create another amazing NR.[/COLOR]
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    "They call me Sibelius"
    ~The Rain Doesn't Age~
    Interchangeable - Prefers Female

    A•P•P•E•A•R•A•N•C•E
    Typically, Sibelius is a rather thin and almost anorexic looking individual. She sports one of two hair colours in general, those being bright fire-truck red, or a washed out and deluded pasty-greenish white. She wears little to nothing, mostly to be connected to the rain when possible. Her face is mostly in-human, representing something of a swamp monster, but little than small feminine features to set her apart from those beasts. She has bright yellow and ever glowing eyes, bone thin facial features and pasty red-stained lips. Her hair varies in length, from short, to long, to practically Rapunzel length. Generally, Sibelius doesn't wear shoes in her female or male form. They don't wear jewelery either. In Sibelius's male form, he takes on a similar appearance, one of im-humane' appearances. The hair however, is more so geared towards browns and blacks; sometimes even deep, dark green. He wears a tattered suit, drenched with water, squishing and squashing whenever he walks.
    P•E•R•S•O•N•A•L•I•T•Y
    One word can be used to sum up the gender-changing individual, and that is quite. She has also been described as cold, un-caring, and odd, but quiet is the general conscientious from those around her. She is the type to stay out of something until need be, to never start or finish a conversation -let alone to be apart of one- or to break the ice, so to speak. Sibelius stays as she/he is, preferring the dark, and the rain as her allies. She can be seen talking to herself sometimes, but is a rather shy and reclusive rain-creature. Most veer away from her/him, as they are known to attack on random - especially when provoked by possible interaction.
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    S•T•R•E•N•G•T•H•S
    +Quiet +The Dark +Element of Surprise +Hiding +Water +Isolation +The Cold +Swamps
    W•E•A•K•N•E•S•S•E•S
    -Sunlight -Warmth -Talking -Friendship -The Sun -Social Situations -Fighting
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    Born to a life of darkness, Sibelius has always been known for it's kinship to the rain. A correlation that has never once been questioned or broken by the being, or others around it. Sibelius was brought up in darkness, by the elements themselves, and found an early attachment to the rain. They became subtle and cold, just like the saddening element itself, finding solace in hiding and staying out of sight. It truly isn't know if Sibelius is human or not, but some say at times, she/he is, at other times, not so much.

    L•O•C•A•T•I•O•N
    The Swamp
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    W•E•A•P•O•N
    Scythe
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    Are you willing to murder other Nursery Rhymes?:
    Yes.
    Are you attempting to escape and rewrite your story?:
    No.
    Do you just not care about the judgment of your true tale?:
    Yes.


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    "I go by Lisanna."
    ~16~
    Female
    A•P•P•E•A•R•A•N•C•E
    Alouette reflects that of a typical 16 year old girl, at least, in a sense. She stands at a height of 5'4" and weighs about 120lbs, give or take a couple pounds. Where she differs is her chosen clothing; some of it rather harmful to her body. Alouette chooses to wear sewn-in Lark wings to her back, wings from many of her bird victims. Two pairs hang from her back, physically sewn into her skin, and laced together. She also wears a rather odd contraption around her head known as a bird cage. Constantly closed and locked, she chooses to wear this as a resulting burden from her life of credulity towards the Larks and people in general. Her wrists are trapped by thorns that repetitively stick into her skin with every movement, though she graces them with roses to attempt aesthetic appeal. She has long, messily cut brown hair, resembling the Lark's feathers. Basically, her entire appearance resembles that of a Lark, and aside from her outfit (which can be seen above) she looked oddly similar to the bird.

    P•E•R•S•O•N•A•L•I•T•Y
    Alouette is a rather depressed and sad girl. She has a knack for turning any good conversation into something sad. She is known for brooding over everything and nothing, and never seems to go a day without questioning her life. These things, she wishes to escape, to fight, to move away from - lest' it be impossible due to her tale. She is known for torment, for hatred, and for sadness. Most of the time, Alouette will try and engage herself in conversation, though she tries, the wrong thing always seems to come out of her lips and offend those she is talking to at the time.
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    S•T•R•E•N•G•T•H•S
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    Composure +Writing +Reading +Animals (specifically birds) +Tactics
    W•E•A•K•N•E•S•S•E•S
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    Fighting -Friendship -Listening -Being Happy
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    Alouette is known in the French era as "killer of birds" and "hunter of prey", though Lisanna doesn't embody the latter of this statement, she has been known to show rather merciless tendencies towards birds. Call it an obsession, a strange fixation, but from a young age, the Nursery Rhyme has had an fixation on the small winged creatures, specifically the Lark. During different stages of her life, she experimented with these birds, putting them through pain no human could justify, thus gaining her the name "Alouette" and the tale she so holds true.

    L•O•C•A•T•I•O•N
    Personalized Birdhouse
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    W•E•A•P•O•N
    Crossbow
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    Are you willing to murder other Nursery Rhymes?:
    Yes.
    Are you attempting to escape and rewrite your story?:
    Yes.
    Do you just not care about the judgment of your true tale?:
    No.
     
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  4. I have claimed miss mary mack. I will edit this post later for my cs. <3

    Picture of your character here. A real picture would be preferred.)
    Nursery Rhyme:
    Miss Mary Mack
    All Dressed in Black
    She has a knife
    Stuck in her Back
    She cannot Breathe
    She cannot Die
    That's why she Begs
    Begs to die..

    Name:
    Miss Mary Mack
    Age:
    Forever stuck at 23
    Gender:
    Female
    General Appearance:
    Miss Mary Mack
    All dressed in Black
    With Silver Buttons
    All down her back


    General Personality:
    Reasonable, Nonchalant, Fearless,
    Strengths:

    Weaknesses:

    General History:

    Location:
    I have no idea yet.
    Weapon of Brutal Choice:
    Knife
    Are you willing to murder other Nursery Rhymes?
    There is no reason not to
    Are you attempting to escape and rewrite your story?
    Currently, no.
    Do you just not care about the judgment of your true tale?:
    Not one bit​
     
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    From Dead Silence
    Beware the stare of Mary Shaw,
    she had no children only her dolls.
    If you see her in your dreams,
    be sure you never, ever scream.
    or she'll rip your tongue out at the seam.
    Name
    Mary Shaw
    Age
    27
    Gender
    Female
    General Personality
    Mary is very eerie, and usually seen alone. Although she wants to make friends and is constantly trying to reach out people are scared of her due to her rhyme. She is also a weirdo, and will be seen talking to herself or situating dolls in her room. Mary is a kind person though wanting to change from her rhyme and put that behind her.
    Strengths
    Creeping People out
    Stronger then perceived
    Smart to get out of situations
    Weaknesses
    Talking to others
    Working with people
    Running
    General History
    Mary was kidnapped as a little girl and kept in a room with just dolls. Eventually she was driven insane only seeing another human when food was slid through a slot in her door. So eventually she sat at the slit and just stared at the hand giving her food until one day she thought of using her scissors. The next time the slot opened before it closed Mary slipped the end of her scissors into the hole and the kidnapper walked away not even suspicious. Then at night she stuck her arm out the door and opened it and found her way to the kidnapper who was asleep. Finding the bathroom she took his razor blade and crept over him in the middle of the night and when he woke up and screamed she grabbed his tongue and cut it out. The man proceeded to die from bleeding to death, and she kept the razor with her ever since.
    Location
    The Doll Room
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    Weapon of Brutal Choice
    Old Shaving Razor
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    Are you willing to murder other Nursery Rhymes?
    If they scream (Yes)
    Are you attempting to escape and rewrite your story?
    Yes
    Do you just not care about the judgment of your true tale?
    Mary does care
     
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    Your house is on fire
    and your children are gone.
    All except one,
    and her name is Ann.
    For she hid under
    the baking pan.

    Name:
    Annie "Ann" Praxton.

    Age:
    25.

    Gender:
    Female.

    General Personality:
    COWARDLY - CHILDISH - ENTERTAINING.
    Ann Praxton was always in for the good of all, but her tragic past causes her to be frightened by the simplest of things. She's clumsy and can be seen as an energetic little girl who cannot be taken seriously, but deep down, she has a heart of iron and is not afraid to lead with it. Ann makes up for her cowardly demeanor by forcing herself into situations, but sometimes, she doesn't usually think twice about it. Ann also prefers to be on the good side of others, so she can also be seen cracking a joke or doing a few tricks to please the other rhymes around Mother Goose's Nursery.
    A plus about her, she's an amazing listener.
    General Appearance:
    Annie Praxton was born and grown into a beautiful woman. Her hair dyed the color orange-red to match her fiery attitude towards life, and hypnotizing light green hues to match the locks nicely.
    Ann is a petite girl and her fashion has always been in style. To make things easier and comfortable for her, Ann usually wears sneakers and loose clothing in case she's in an easy run and hide situation.
    But every child at heart loves to play dress up, so sometimes she sports black heels, trendy skinny jeans, and a nice warm jacket. Ann is at an average height and weight for her age, but due to her starving during her childhood, she always appears skinny to others that encounter her.

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    Strengths:
    An incredible pain tolerance. Especially to fire.
    Hiding. She can make a hiding spot out of anything that she's able to fit in.
    Great stamina. During her stay in Mother Goose's Nursery, she was always found running away from something..
    A great smoker. Ann can inhale smoke without a cough. She usually gets caught smoking in the Nursery or bothering other patrons with filling the air of toxins.

    Weaknesses:
    Being scared of anything and everything. She's always stuck in constant paranoia.
    Ann is always caught joking around, making the other Rhymes not take her seriously. She just wants people to be happy.
    Water. She cannot swim for the life of her. Even though water saved her life, fire has been such a big part of her history.
    Spicy food. She just engulfs the thing like it's nothing.
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    General History:
    It all happened so fast. But it everything had to start somewhere.

    The sound of her mother in tears woke Ann up with a bolt. She didn't know what was going on for a few moments, but she got her bearings eventually. Ann could hear her mother calling out her brothers and sisters names out with a sorrowful tone. She was shouting, and Ann could tell her mother had tears running down her face like a waterfall. Ann opened the cupboard slowly, before accidentally pushing the door with a powerful force. The smell of smoke filled Ann's lungs and she began to cough as her eyes began to water. Ann looked around to see what was going on and to find her mother, but all she saw was the house that once was.
    Gone.
    Burnt to ashes. Some of the ceiling collapsed and there were large bits of wood scattered around the house.
    What the hell happened?
    Ann's mother found her soon enough due to her coughing from smoke inhalation, and the two of them cried, for Ann's siblings were gone. Died from the fire.
    Ann was the only survivor from the tragic accident, and that alone changed her forever.

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    Weapon of Brutal Choice:
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    A fire sword. Yes. It's a real thing.


    Are you willing to murder other Nursery Rhymes?:
    She's willing to do so, as she wants to prove to others that she is worth being taken seriously.
    Y E S.

    Are you attempting to escape and rewrite your story?:
    It's a hard decision to make. She loves being a survivor, but she also wants to save her siblings from their tragic death.
    U N D E C I D E D.

    Do you just not care about the judgment of your true tale?:
    Incorrect. She absolutely hates the judgement of others especially when it comes to her story. She hates it, she hates it, she hates it.
    S H E C A R E S.
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    Other:

    A B E A U T I F U L A P P E A R A N C E.

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  7. I like it! Yes! 100% Accepted.
     
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  8. I'd like to reserve "Three Sons", if I could?

    There was an old woman who had three sons
    Jerry and James and John
    Jerry was hung
    James was drowned
    John was lost and never was found
    And there was an end of her three sons
    Jerry and James and John
     
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  9. Yes of course you can!
    It's a first come first serve rule. c:
     
  10. I'll try getting a CS up later today.~
     
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  11. I'd like to reserve Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater. :3
     
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  12. Awesome!
     
  13. When you try to make the first post look pretty and you break the code.

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    Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater
    Peter Peter pumpkin eater
    Had a wife and couldn't keep her
    He put her in a pumpkin shell
    And there he kept her very well!

    Name: Peter P. Peterson
    Age: 28
    Gender: Male

    General Personality: Peter generally acts very kind towards people, even those he doesn't know very well. He offers compliments freely, shares whatever he receives, and generally does his best to make sure that everyone around him feels cared for. If someone returns his kindness, however he can get extremely attached to them, which can end rather poorly if they find his sudden spike in attention creepy and try to break contact. Peter doesn't handle rejection and disappointment well, you see. When defied, he can suddenly turn very controlling, truly believing that he's the only good thing that could ever happen to those he cared for most.

    Strengths: Optimism, generosity, cleanliness, impressive upper body strength
    Weaknesses: Stubbornness, perfection complex, frequent disassociation

    General History: Peter has always been kind and loving. No one pushed him to do random acts of charity; he just did them because he felt it was right. Even when he was very little, he would share his allowance with all the neighborhood kids. Everyone always told him that he was such an amazing person, always kind, not a cruel bone in his body. And he believed it. He believed their well-meaning words with every fiber of his being. So when someone came along that didn't see him as such the perfect man, he didn't know how to deal with it.

    Perhaps most crushingly of all, the first person to deny his perfection was his wife, Penelope Peterson. Their marriage had been looking a little rocky as of late; time was working its wicked magic on their bond, and they had begun to drift apart as many people do. It was a great culmination of small differences in their personalities and hobbies that eventually led Penelope to finally admit that she was no longer happy with their marriage, and that she wanted to see other men. What utter nonsense, said Peter. There was no other man who could possibly treat her as well as he did. But Penelope insisted, and threatened to leave without another word if Peter didn't stop arguing.

    So he killed her.

    But it wasn't out of anger! Goodness no, Peter would never hurt someone intentionally, or even unintentionally. He had to stop her from getting married to another man, someone who would surely hurt her. She just didn't see how perfect her time with Peter was. He had to make sure that they were never apart, so Penelope would never have to suffer again. He put her head inside a hollowed pumpkin and buried it underneath the house, so Penelope would always be with him, forever and ever.

    Location: The Peterson household is a plain, cozy cottage. A pumpkin patch sits outside, always thriving. Peter does love his gardening.
    Weapon of Brutal Choice: A standard pumpkin carving set.
    Are you willing to murder other Nursery Rhymes?: Murder is such an ugly word. Peter has only the best intentions.
    Are you attempting to escape and rewrite your story?: Yes! Too many people see Peter's treatment of his former wife to be insane and violent. But that's just not what he was trying to do! Maybe if he can rewrite his rhyme, people will see the real kindness behind his actions.

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  15. Love it.
    Love it.
    Love it.

    ACCEPTED!
    I'll get the location up in just a bit.~
     
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    Nursery Rhyme:

    There was an old woman who had three sons
    Jerry and James and John
    Jerry was hung
    James was drowned
    John was lost and never was found
    And there was an end of her three sons
    Jerry and James and John

    Name:
    Jonathon "John" Astray

    Age:
    17

    Gender:
    Male

    General Appearance:

    Jonathon is a rather scrawny, as well as slightly shorter than average, male. His skin, though naturally pale, is usually rather tan in color due to his love for the outdoors. His hair, a light blonde in childhood, has darkened to brown with age. Scruffy and uneven, it is somewhat wavy, and rarely looks as if he's even attempted to keep it neat.

    He's never had a particular style, but rather wears whatever is practical, and available. This usually means baggy t-shirts, jeans, and either bare feet or hiking boots - though it does vary.

    General Personality:
    - Skeptical - Attention Starved - Resourceful -

    Jonathon's time spent in hiding, as well as his childhood in general, have taught him to be very resourceful. He's used to thinking on his feet, and taking care of himself.

    His childhood - and the isolation and trauma that came with it - have had more negative effects as well, however, and have left him stuck in what could most easily be described as 'survival mode'. He is skeptical of everything and everyone, approaching new people and things with caution, and generally acting somewhat skittish, guarded, and occasionally even hostile around them until they have been proven safe in his mind. Along with his suspicious behavior, he is known to at times steal or hoard things.

    The only thing that's really able to override the attributes that come with the 'survival mode' of sorts he's fallen into, is his need for positive attention. Though his mother was not an affectionate woman, as the youngest he had always been coddled and protected by his older brothers; Since their deaths, he's felt lonely and neglected, which has made him extremely receptive towards any sort of kind behavior directed at him from others, sometimes going so far as to actively seek it out.

    Strengths:

    ♦ Persistent and Highly Motivated ♦
    ♦ High tolerance/endurance - Jonathon's childhood has conditioned him to endure all sorts of difficult circumstances for large amounts of time ♦
    ♦ Agile ♦
    ♦ Brave ♦


    Weaknesses:

    Scrawny/Weak
    Uneducated
    Emotionally Needy

    General History:

    It was never any secret that Catherine Astray was a bit odd, and those who happened to cross paths with her couldn't help but to immediately feel that there was just something... off. She was a snappish, reclusive woman, who lived alone in the middle of the woods. The reason for this seclusion was highly debated amongst the residents of the nearby close-knit town she had grown up in. Rumors spread like wildfire - rumors of criminal activity, witchcraft, prostitution, and other acts of similar nature. While there was truth steeped in some of these rumors, the true reason for her withdrawal from society - or at the very least, her main reason - was the secret existence of her three young sons: Jerry, James, and John.

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    They were burdens, bastards, an embarrassment; Illegitimate children, born to different fathers, in a time of extreme financial distress. They needed do nothing to anger their mother, the very fact that they were born was enough, and they suffered greatly at her hands because of it. The children were kept in isolation, never being allowed outside of the forest that hid their small home, never being allowed to make their existence known. Times were hard, and their mother wasn't willing to spare much for their sake, so they often went without food. At times, their mother simply wanted to forget they existed, and they would be locked outside for days at a time, forcing them to take shelter in a small abandoned shack they had found, and claimed as their fort. Worse than neglect, though, was the emotional and physical abuse. Their mother was irrational, and erratic. They never knew when, or how, her cruelty would emerge next. Over time, as the strain of 'caring' for the children - if it could even be called that - grew worse, her cruelty increased, until finally reached it's boiling point.

    The eldest, Jerry, was the first to go. James and John awoke to find him hanging in the forest that bordered their home. "Suicide", his mother said. "You drove it to him", she added. How could anyone possibly live with such nuisances of little brothers? Of course, his death had been of his own doing; What sort of mother would kill her own?

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    The middle child, James, met his own fate soon enough. "It was an unfortunate accident", his mother explained calmly to her horrified youngest. That was, of course, why one never went swimming alone - no matter how hot the day was. It was so easy to simply slip under the water, and never come back up. Of course, it was his own carelessness that had caused his death; What sort of mother would kill her own?

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    Despite his mother's explanations, her youngest, John, was no longer convinced. His mother's behavior had become increasingly strange, and the circumstances of his older brothers' deaths surpassed suspicious. Jerry never would have left his younger brothers for his own sake, and James was an avid swimmer. She was innocent, and there was nothing to fear, Catherine continually reassured. John was in no danger; After all, what sort of mother would kill her own?

    Fearing for his life, John gathered a few essentials (including the hunting knife he has to this day) and fled shortly thereafter, taking shelter in the small shack him and his brothers had long ago used as a fort. There he hid, for much time to come, so that his mother became convinced he had been lost and died in the woods that spanned the area around their house.

    Location:

    Abandoned Woods
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    Weapon of Brutal Choice:
    A simple hunting knife

    Are you willing to murder other Nursery Rhymes?:
    While Jonathon finds the idea of taking an intelligent life considerably detestable, he is, as previously mentioned, stuck in a 'survival mode' of sorts, and as such, would not be unwilling to do so should he be faced with no other option.
    So, in a word, yes.

    Are you attempting to escape and rewrite your story?:
    Yes. There is nothing Jonathon wants more in life than to have his brothers back.

    Do you just not care about the judgment of your true tale?:
    No. It upsets Jonathon that his life has been trivialized into a silly rhyme. If he can't change his rhyme, he at least wants people to stop using it as a kid's bedtime story.

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    Nursery Rhyme:

    Who Killed Cock Robin?

    "Who killed Cock Robin?" "I," said the Sparrow,
    "With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin."
    "Who saw him die?" "I," said the Fly,
    "With my little eye, I saw him die."
    "Who caught his blood?" "I," said the Fish,
    "With my little dish, I caught his blood."
    "Who'll make the shroud?" "I," said the Beetle,
    "With my thread and needle, I'll make the shroud."
    "Who'll dig his grave?" "I," said the Owl,
    "With my pick and shovel, I'll dig his grave."
    "Who'll be the parson?" "I," said the Rook,
    "With my little book, I'll be the parson."
    "Who'll be the clerk?" "I," said the Lark,
    "If it's not in the dark, I'll be the clerk."
    "Who'll carry the link?" "I," said the Linnet,
    "I'll fetch it in a minute, I'll carry the link."
    "Who'll be chief mourner?" "I," said the Dove,
    "I mourn for my love, I'll be chief mourner."
    "Who'll carry the coffin?" "I," said the Kite,
    "If it's not through the night, I'll carry the coffin."
    "Who'll bear the pall? "We," said the Wren,
    "Both the cock and the hen, we'll bear the pall."
    "Who'll sing a psalm?" "I," said the Thrush,
    "As she sat on a bush, I'll sing a psalm."
    "Who'll toll the bell?" "I," said the bull,
    "Because I can pull, I'll toll the bell."
    All the birds of the air fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
    When they heard the bell toll for poor Cock Robin.


    Name:
    Adelaide "Sparrow" Louis

    Age:
    27

    Gender:
    Female

    General Appearance:

    Adelaide is a generally average-sized woman, though she stands on the taller side. She sports a both rather athletic, and somewhat more full-figured body type, with a surprising amount of muscle for her gender. She has dark hair, which is kept short, and a slightly darker skin tone which is graced with an olive tint. Her eyes are a dark brown.

    She has a very specific style, and prefers to dress up in dark and/or muted colors. She is usually seen wearing old-fashioned collared blouses, very dark-wash skinny jeans, and black buckled combat boots.

    General Personality:
    - Arrogant - Aggressive - Loyal -

    Adelaide attempts to paint herself as the picture of innocence; A gentle, caring girl, who wants nothing more than the good of others. In reality, however, she is a domineering individual, with a quick temper.

    Though she strives to sugarcoat the darker aspects of her personality with sweet smiles and insincere kindness, it usually doesn't take long for her true personality to shine through. She is easily annoyed by the flaws of others, and has difficulty restraining herself from ridiculing them for them. She tends to believe that her way is the only 'right' way, and can become rather agitated when others don't agree and follow her.

    One of her only true good qualities is that she is exceedingly loyal. Once she has decided to honestly become your ally, she will abandon you for almost no reason - even if she doesn't treat you well otherwise.


    Strengths:

    ♦ Physically fit, and possesses a surprising amount of strength ♦
    ♦ Confident ♦
    ♦ Independent ♦
    ♦ A smooth talker, and great liar ♦

    Weaknesses:

    Impulsive
    Hot-tempered
    Cares too much about what others think

    General History:

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    They'd been friends since childhood, and their bond seemed unbreakable. What exactly it was that had drawn together was questionable, as the only thing they seemed to share was their mutual social ineptitude. They were a group of misfits and outcasts, the kids that were too strange and shy and angry and just plain screwed-up to find friends in anyone other than those like them.

    "Birds of a feather flock together."

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    It quickly came to be the slogan for their little club, which they dubbed "The Flock". They had code names, a secret language, matching backpacks, bird masks, and regular meetings. Of course, they were teased. Their fellow students called them cultists and bird brains and anything else they could think to throw at them. Adults were concerned, labeling their behavior as 'strange', 'obsessive', and 'unhealthy'. But they didn't mind. Because they were a part of something and they knew they always would be.

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    Time went on, and children turned into young adults; But some things never change, and the members of "The Flock" didn't simply 'grow out' of their 'silly little club' as others had thought they would. If anything, their organization had only evolved; The rules became stricter, their secrets more complex, and their meetings more frequent. No longer was it just a club of misfit grade-schoolers, it was a way of life. But nothing good can last long, and that was where he came in.

    Codename: Cock Robin - or Darrel Huff, as he was more commonly known.
    He had plans. Plans that threatened to destroy everything they had worked so hard to build. Plans that could have destroyed them all.

    And that's where she came in.
    Codename: Sparrow - or Adelaide Louis, as she was more commonly known.
    Cock Robin had confided his plans in her, and so, she did what anyone would have done. She waited until his back was turned, and she eliminated the threat.

    She was a hero. A savior.
    She expected them to fall at her feet, to thank her for everything she had done.
    But they didn't.
    They turned against her.
    They rallied around the traitor.
    They said she was wrong, acted as if she was some common criminal.
    Her own friends, the people she had worked so hard to protect, turned against her.
    Things really could never go as planned, could they?

    Location:
    Giant Bird's Nest

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    Weapon of Brutal Choice:
    Bow and Arrows

    Are you willing to murder other Nursery Rhymes?:
    Yes. Adelaide isn't the sort to let something as silly as a life get in her way; She's killed before, and she's willing to do it again, should she be crossed or threatened. Some would claim she's even come to find a sick sort of satisfaction in the sense of power and control that comes with holding another's life in her hands, though she of course adamantly disagrees with such absolutely outrageous assumptions.

    Are you attempting to escape and rewrite your story?:
    As of now, Adelaide is still undecided on this. While she isn't particularly sure she would like to change the way things happened, it does annoy her the way the others rallied around their dead friend - when she was obviously the one who deserved their support.

    Do you just not care about the judgment of your true tale?:
    No. Adelaide can't stand the fact that she is the bad guy in her own tale. After all, she was just trying to help her friends by eliminating a threat. She's the hero, not the villain, and she wants the recognition she deserves.

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    #16 Cwolf0615, Aug 13, 2015
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  17. Could I reserve "Who killed Cock Robin?" as well?
    I have an idea for it and it's just gonna kill me if I don't get to use it. :P
    I'll try to hurry and finish up my bios.
    Just been sick, and currently sharing a computer with my sister. Bleh.
     
  18. Of course! Take any Nursery Rhyme you like. I should probably put on some Rules about how many characters a person can take up. Max is 2. Just for options regarding other people who are interested.
     
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  19. Can I please reserve Rock A-Bye Baby? I'll probably have a CS ready either today or tomorrow, if I have time.
     
  20. Yes! Absolutely!
     
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