Post by Mr.Hare & Mr.Crow on Jan 24, 2010 18:07:45 GMT -5
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Mr. Jack Hare/ Mr. Jack Crow
Position: The Dean Of Security, Patient Welfare and Discipline
Disorder: Shares a body with two souls within it. Each are in agreement with their actions, so technically not a disorder.
Personality: Mr. Hare is a young, strapping young gentlemen who is extremely articulate. Mr. Crow is older, with a crooked back and a nasty temperament. Both are sadists who live to see 'reform' in the form of punishment.
History: No one knows where Mr. Hare and Mr. Crow came from, though it is speculated that many years ago that a curse was placed upon both of their damned souls, binding them to one entity.
Family: None.
Origin Mr. Hare is a take-off of The March Hare from Alice and Wonderland. Mr. Crow is from Edgar Allen Poe's Nevermore.
Gender: Male
Appearance
Mr. Hare has the body of a young, extremely fit man. He is about 6'2 and is perfectly proportional. He would be dashing if it not for his rabbit head (the only part of him that is anthropomorphic). He has yellow, jagged teeth and dark, beady black eyes. His face fur is a light brown with some lighter brown markings on his forehead and chin. He wears a top hat, usually a very formal suit (as if he were going to a play) and carries a simple, polished, wooden cane. Has an English accent.
Mr. Crow has the body of an older man, his back is hunched over somewhat. He wears the same garb as Mr. Hare, except he hardly ever keeps his top hat on his head, preferring to hold the brim and wring it nervously. His voice is hoarse and bird-like, which makes it hard for him to articulate himself. No English Accent.
Likes: Capital punishment, Grotesque human feasts, Torture, Long strolls on the grounds to enjoy the gray, rainy sky.
Dislikes: Disobedience, Rudeness, Questioning of Authority.
Roleplay Sample
It was a fine day at Ever After Sanitarium, as the loud screeches of insanity boomed through every hallway, filling the building with life and wonder. It was a wonderful, fine day to put to rest on of the more difficult patients, a Dwarf who had bitten him early last week when he had tried to use his usual therapeutic hypnosis to bring out exactly what was troubling the little fellow, to the medley of his sharp finger nails on a chalkboard.
The little brute had begged him to stop, but a patient did not know what was good for them, after all and so he continued undeterred. That had prompted the little one to gnaw through his restraints with his filthy dull teeth and promptly nip him right in the ankle. He had made sure to punish him thoroughly, but one could not blame the poor insane tiny man for his outbursts, after all - he was quite insane. However, it was what he screamed as he was being dragged into the hallway that had caught his attention and prompted him to ask for termination from his wonderful superior - Mr. Humpty.
It was that he screamed, blood-curdling as always, that he had in fact escaped from Everafter once before under his watch, but had returned back of the strangeness of what lay beyond it's iron bars. Reality.
Mr. Hare had dreamed of such a place, but knew where his strengths lay and that was here, in Ever After.
After such an insult, there was a quick bureaucratic process and now he was clicking down the linoleum floors to the Execution Hall, where he would play witness to the merciful slaughter of the insubordinate and quite unhealthy little man.
Now there were a number of execution methods available, it was usually the staff's digression which one to use on must occasions, and Mr. Hare had chosen wisely when he chose the most painful and gorey methods of death one could hope to never live through.
It was quartering.
As he strode down the corridor, he felt his bones creak and morph. Soon, his face was quickly turning black and his nose beak-like. Feathers sprouted where his fur once lay and his back began to hunch. He further then wobbled to the end of the corridor to take his place in the seat at front row, removing his hand and wringing it between his wrinkled and crooked fingers, in which his finger nails were dirty.
His bird-like neck would crane and his head would snap, very hyper alert. He would blink a few nasty crusts out of his eye and then, as a beak was incapable of smiling, he would simply watch in quiet amusement.
The machine used was in fact a very medieval device. A rack, that was set up against the auditorium on a grand stage. It was the very same room they used for patient productions or guest performers.
The dwarf was screaming, begging, cursing... but it was all for naught. The rack pulled upwards, sideways, downwards and rather at every limb he owned until he became slowly strained. He was bleeding soon from the mouth and eyes, and his arms had long since been ripped excuriatingly from their sockets.
His stomach ripped open, revealing his dark red inside as it spilled out onto his patient gown.
"Filthy."
Cawed Mr. Crow, his beak chattering in disgust and delight. Once the process had been complete and he lay only inches from death on the wooden platform, which lowered backwards. The nurses filtered out and soon, only a few were left in the room to survey what was left of Grumpy the Dwarf.
Mr. Crow approached the table, looking down in satisfaction. His skin began to morph once more, his back straightening and his top-hat placed back upon his head, his sleek brown fur as young and shimmering as it had been just moments ago.
With a more defined mouth now, he could smirk and leaning forward, he watched as bloody tears rolled from yellow eyes, which were stinging he was sure. He ran his white-gloved finger along the string of intestines, until he reached a particularly plump spot.
He stared into the now listless eyes of the dwarf and quickly used his finger nail to dig out the small object lodged within his bowls.
It was a rusted key.
Smiling now more brightly, he tossed up the bloody key and caught it once again in his now soiled glove.
"We'll not be having any escapes for Ever After, sir."
He said coolly, turning upon his heel and striding briskly away, towards Mr. Dumpty's office, as to turn in the new bit of evidence.
Other Info
Mr. Hare and Mr. Crow and take over each others forms at will. They only differ slightly other than appearance wise, and so they are in agreement on who gets to use their physical being at any given time. However, Mr. Hare seems to prefer being tangible more than Mr. Crow, who is more comfortable as an entity within him.
When they speak together, two separate voices can be heard. This is usually when they are in agreement about something or they are upset.
They refer to themselves as 'We' or 'They', never 'Myself'. And will get somewhat irritated if you only refer to them by one name. They like to be greeted as both Mr. Hare and Mr. Crow on most occasions.
Voices: Click Here For Their Voices. Mr. Hare would be the more proper, high pitched voice on the phone. Mr. Crow would be the more brutish one. The shrill, almost feminine voice is Mr. Dumpty.
Mr. Jack Hare/ Mr. Jack Crow
Position: The Dean Of Security, Patient Welfare and Discipline
Disorder: Shares a body with two souls within it. Each are in agreement with their actions, so technically not a disorder.
Personality: Mr. Hare is a young, strapping young gentlemen who is extremely articulate. Mr. Crow is older, with a crooked back and a nasty temperament. Both are sadists who live to see 'reform' in the form of punishment.
History: No one knows where Mr. Hare and Mr. Crow came from, though it is speculated that many years ago that a curse was placed upon both of their damned souls, binding them to one entity.
Family: None.
Origin Mr. Hare is a take-off of The March Hare from Alice and Wonderland. Mr. Crow is from Edgar Allen Poe's Nevermore.
Gender: Male
Appearance
Mr. Hare has the body of a young, extremely fit man. He is about 6'2 and is perfectly proportional. He would be dashing if it not for his rabbit head (the only part of him that is anthropomorphic). He has yellow, jagged teeth and dark, beady black eyes. His face fur is a light brown with some lighter brown markings on his forehead and chin. He wears a top hat, usually a very formal suit (as if he were going to a play) and carries a simple, polished, wooden cane. Has an English accent.
Mr. Crow has the body of an older man, his back is hunched over somewhat. He wears the same garb as Mr. Hare, except he hardly ever keeps his top hat on his head, preferring to hold the brim and wring it nervously. His voice is hoarse and bird-like, which makes it hard for him to articulate himself. No English Accent.
Likes: Capital punishment, Grotesque human feasts, Torture, Long strolls on the grounds to enjoy the gray, rainy sky.
Dislikes: Disobedience, Rudeness, Questioning of Authority.
Roleplay Sample
It was a fine day at Ever After Sanitarium, as the loud screeches of insanity boomed through every hallway, filling the building with life and wonder. It was a wonderful, fine day to put to rest on of the more difficult patients, a Dwarf who had bitten him early last week when he had tried to use his usual therapeutic hypnosis to bring out exactly what was troubling the little fellow, to the medley of his sharp finger nails on a chalkboard.
The little brute had begged him to stop, but a patient did not know what was good for them, after all and so he continued undeterred. That had prompted the little one to gnaw through his restraints with his filthy dull teeth and promptly nip him right in the ankle. He had made sure to punish him thoroughly, but one could not blame the poor insane tiny man for his outbursts, after all - he was quite insane. However, it was what he screamed as he was being dragged into the hallway that had caught his attention and prompted him to ask for termination from his wonderful superior - Mr. Humpty.
It was that he screamed, blood-curdling as always, that he had in fact escaped from Everafter once before under his watch, but had returned back of the strangeness of what lay beyond it's iron bars. Reality.
Mr. Hare had dreamed of such a place, but knew where his strengths lay and that was here, in Ever After.
After such an insult, there was a quick bureaucratic process and now he was clicking down the linoleum floors to the Execution Hall, where he would play witness to the merciful slaughter of the insubordinate and quite unhealthy little man.
Now there were a number of execution methods available, it was usually the staff's digression which one to use on must occasions, and Mr. Hare had chosen wisely when he chose the most painful and gorey methods of death one could hope to never live through.
It was quartering.
As he strode down the corridor, he felt his bones creak and morph. Soon, his face was quickly turning black and his nose beak-like. Feathers sprouted where his fur once lay and his back began to hunch. He further then wobbled to the end of the corridor to take his place in the seat at front row, removing his hand and wringing it between his wrinkled and crooked fingers, in which his finger nails were dirty.
His bird-like neck would crane and his head would snap, very hyper alert. He would blink a few nasty crusts out of his eye and then, as a beak was incapable of smiling, he would simply watch in quiet amusement.
The machine used was in fact a very medieval device. A rack, that was set up against the auditorium on a grand stage. It was the very same room they used for patient productions or guest performers.
The dwarf was screaming, begging, cursing... but it was all for naught. The rack pulled upwards, sideways, downwards and rather at every limb he owned until he became slowly strained. He was bleeding soon from the mouth and eyes, and his arms had long since been ripped excuriatingly from their sockets.
His stomach ripped open, revealing his dark red inside as it spilled out onto his patient gown.
"Filthy."
Cawed Mr. Crow, his beak chattering in disgust and delight. Once the process had been complete and he lay only inches from death on the wooden platform, which lowered backwards. The nurses filtered out and soon, only a few were left in the room to survey what was left of Grumpy the Dwarf.
Mr. Crow approached the table, looking down in satisfaction. His skin began to morph once more, his back straightening and his top-hat placed back upon his head, his sleek brown fur as young and shimmering as it had been just moments ago.
With a more defined mouth now, he could smirk and leaning forward, he watched as bloody tears rolled from yellow eyes, which were stinging he was sure. He ran his white-gloved finger along the string of intestines, until he reached a particularly plump spot.
He stared into the now listless eyes of the dwarf and quickly used his finger nail to dig out the small object lodged within his bowls.
It was a rusted key.
Smiling now more brightly, he tossed up the bloody key and caught it once again in his now soiled glove.
"We'll not be having any escapes for Ever After, sir."
He said coolly, turning upon his heel and striding briskly away, towards Mr. Dumpty's office, as to turn in the new bit of evidence.
Other Info
Mr. Hare and Mr. Crow and take over each others forms at will. They only differ slightly other than appearance wise, and so they are in agreement on who gets to use their physical being at any given time. However, Mr. Hare seems to prefer being tangible more than Mr. Crow, who is more comfortable as an entity within him.
When they speak together, two separate voices can be heard. This is usually when they are in agreement about something or they are upset.
They refer to themselves as 'We' or 'They', never 'Myself'. And will get somewhat irritated if you only refer to them by one name. They like to be greeted as both Mr. Hare and Mr. Crow on most occasions.
Voices: Click Here For Their Voices. Mr. Hare would be the more proper, high pitched voice on the phone. Mr. Crow would be the more brutish one. The shrill, almost feminine voice is Mr. Dumpty.
