Post by Griffin on Aug 3, 2013 13:09:59 GMT
Name: Flip
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Hero or Villain?: Hero
Canon or OC?: Canon
Personality: Flip is a guy who doesn’t want a lot out of life. Just his own personal fun, even if it means causing trouble for everyone else. After all, life is just for laughs. He likes to consider himself clever, too, trying his best to talk his way out of trouble without needing to apologize. He also keeps a lot of gimmicks on his person to help him look smart. Though a bit of a flirt, hid cigar chomping is a natural turnoff for most folks, if his impishness hasn’t already rubbed them the wrong way.
Appearance: Flip is about the size of a young child, standing little more than four feet tall. He looks like a typical hobo-style clown with a lot of green make-up covering much of his head and a red nose. He wears a yellow vest, orange coat, blue slacks, and a big pink bowtie. He has a premature receding hairline beneath his orange top hat. He can come across as looking like a snappily-dressed ape. Or a kid, if he wasn’t always chomping a cigar when he can.
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Brief History: Flim was known as the troublemaker of Slumberland, even when he was young. He became such a pest that he became ‘wanted’ for having fun in a place that is all about fun. His being a pest finally took it a step too far, when the Nightmare King was freed from a little dare he made to Prince Nemo. As punishment, he was about to be launched into space. However, Nemo stated that he was the only one who knew his way around Nightmare Land. Despite being a no-good, Flip was deemed less of a villain than the Nightmare King and allowed to go to help save the king.
Though proving essentially useless when his map got washed out and his vices got the better of him on the rescue-the-king mission, Flip was essentially relieved of all charges due to being pals with Nemo and actually having the gall to go on the adventure to begin with. However, the kids did ban him from smoking, though that was after he tried scarfing down a stogie longer than he was tall. Nemo and Camille were more likely looking out for his health than anything.
It was after one of his more unfortunate escapes that the clown woke up in the middle of the jungle with a splitting headache.
Sample Post: “Now, lessee here,” Flip consulted with himself, scratching his balding head while keeping his hat on. He was perusing over one of the many maps he kept in his pockets. He pulled a cigar from a different pocket and snuck it into his mouth, spying around to make sure no one was watching. Finding himself safe, he lit the cigar and turned back to his maps.
“No, nowhere in Slumberland. Too dense. Too green for Nightmare Land. I suppose it could be Jungle Land, but that should have a huge river plowing through it about where I’m standing.” He took a half-panicked look around himself as though he did, in fact, expect to be in the middle of a raging river. Realizing his safety, he sighed in relief.
However, he turned quickly as he heard a rustle in the bushes. He had what could only be counted as an unusual reaction. He stowed the maps away in his coat, but instead of running, he pitched the cigar from his mouth and got down on his knees, pleading pathetically, “I swear, it wasn’t me kid. You’ve gotta believe it. It was… the monkeys! The monkeys I tells ya! They stuck that nasty cigar in my mouth and lit it! Promises for keepsies, I’m tellin’ ya!” He panted as he pointed into the trees to confirm his story, his chest pounding.
Flip stayed there for a few minutes until he realized it wasn’t Princess Camille. “Why, of all the lowdown tricks,” he mused to himself about the bush. He stood up and walked over to his cigar. He picked it up, stamped out the few flames it had started, and headed off on his way. “How ridiculous can you get, trying to pull one on ol’ Flip?”
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Hero or Villain?: Hero
Canon or OC?: Canon
Personality: Flip is a guy who doesn’t want a lot out of life. Just his own personal fun, even if it means causing trouble for everyone else. After all, life is just for laughs. He likes to consider himself clever, too, trying his best to talk his way out of trouble without needing to apologize. He also keeps a lot of gimmicks on his person to help him look smart. Though a bit of a flirt, hid cigar chomping is a natural turnoff for most folks, if his impishness hasn’t already rubbed them the wrong way.
Appearance: Flip is about the size of a young child, standing little more than four feet tall. He looks like a typical hobo-style clown with a lot of green make-up covering much of his head and a red nose. He wears a yellow vest, orange coat, blue slacks, and a big pink bowtie. He has a premature receding hairline beneath his orange top hat. He can come across as looking like a snappily-dressed ape. Or a kid, if he wasn’t always chomping a cigar when he can.
Image:
Brief History: Flim was known as the troublemaker of Slumberland, even when he was young. He became such a pest that he became ‘wanted’ for having fun in a place that is all about fun. His being a pest finally took it a step too far, when the Nightmare King was freed from a little dare he made to Prince Nemo. As punishment, he was about to be launched into space. However, Nemo stated that he was the only one who knew his way around Nightmare Land. Despite being a no-good, Flip was deemed less of a villain than the Nightmare King and allowed to go to help save the king.
Though proving essentially useless when his map got washed out and his vices got the better of him on the rescue-the-king mission, Flip was essentially relieved of all charges due to being pals with Nemo and actually having the gall to go on the adventure to begin with. However, the kids did ban him from smoking, though that was after he tried scarfing down a stogie longer than he was tall. Nemo and Camille were more likely looking out for his health than anything.
It was after one of his more unfortunate escapes that the clown woke up in the middle of the jungle with a splitting headache.
Sample Post: “Now, lessee here,” Flip consulted with himself, scratching his balding head while keeping his hat on. He was perusing over one of the many maps he kept in his pockets. He pulled a cigar from a different pocket and snuck it into his mouth, spying around to make sure no one was watching. Finding himself safe, he lit the cigar and turned back to his maps.
“No, nowhere in Slumberland. Too dense. Too green for Nightmare Land. I suppose it could be Jungle Land, but that should have a huge river plowing through it about where I’m standing.” He took a half-panicked look around himself as though he did, in fact, expect to be in the middle of a raging river. Realizing his safety, he sighed in relief.
However, he turned quickly as he heard a rustle in the bushes. He had what could only be counted as an unusual reaction. He stowed the maps away in his coat, but instead of running, he pitched the cigar from his mouth and got down on his knees, pleading pathetically, “I swear, it wasn’t me kid. You’ve gotta believe it. It was… the monkeys! The monkeys I tells ya! They stuck that nasty cigar in my mouth and lit it! Promises for keepsies, I’m tellin’ ya!” He panted as he pointed into the trees to confirm his story, his chest pounding.
Flip stayed there for a few minutes until he realized it wasn’t Princess Camille. “Why, of all the lowdown tricks,” he mused to himself about the bush. He stood up and walked over to his cigar. He picked it up, stamped out the few flames it had started, and headed off on his way. “How ridiculous can you get, trying to pull one on ol’ Flip?”
