Post by LIAM IAN ROCHE on May 21, 2015 5:33:01 GMT
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Name Liam Ian Roche
[break]Nicknames None, really.
[break]Name Symbolism (OOC) Liam- I—I saw this article that said that a zoo named a tiger cub Liam. and I thought it was cute c: Ian- I think I just saw it somewhere. and I liked it, too. Roche- A French surnameintended to parallel that of his friend Kovu’s
[break]Age 21
[break]Date of Birth July 16th
[break]Occupation Doctoral Student, someday wants to be a Pediatrician
[break]Height 6’0”
[break]Weight 180 lbs.
[break]Body Fat 2%
[break]Hair Cocoa brown
[break]Eyes Brown
[break]Face Claim Marc Bartra
[break]Sexuality Bisexual
[break]Relationship Status Single
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Mr. Liam Roche, to put things simply, is not your average young man. He defies all the norms and it seems no stereotype can pin him down. For instance, it seems he would be still working a job at a restaurant, so when others find out that he is in training to become—interestingly enough—a doctor, they often are surprised. Though it might not seem at first glance that being a pediatrician (which is his ultimate goal) would fit him, as he has quite a short attention span and can be too intense sometimes, it is actually a great field for him as he loves kids, encouraging others to be healthy, and is committed to his work. If he hadn’t decided to go into medicine, he says that he would have pursued being a gym teacher.
[break]Everyone knows Liam as a great big ball of momentum, always bouncing around and being intensely curious and inquisitive. Often hyper and seemingly unable to sit still for more than 5 minutes, Liam thrives on athletics and uses them to drain his seemingly-endless supply of energy. Running, jumping, climbing, and throwing things are some of his favorite activities; if there was a Wonderland Track team he would be one of the most devoted and happiest, if not one of the all-time star, competitors.
[break]Soccer is also another sport he loves to play. Someday he wants to get the children of Wonderland involved by starting a league. But this goal is still far away, as he is very engrossed in learning the ways of a general practitioner(and, Kovu is not interested in starting it with him yet).
[break][break]Unfortunately, he has a couple personality flaws, too, which can at times be critical. Some of them almost prevented him from pursuing his dreams; if it hadn’t been for his dedication and talent he might not be where he is today, learning from one of the top doctors at the palace.
[break]First of all, he can be careless and flippant. Sometimes this is out of eagerness and what remains of his childish side, and sometimes this is just plain laziness. He has a tendency to ruin things because he thinks that he knows what he’s doing when he really doesn’t. What’s more, afterwards, he doesn’t seem to care that he just hurt someone else. This has pushed many would-be friends away, and estranged him from acquaintances and friends of acquaintances. He has been seriously trying to work on being more considerate all of the time, but there are still periods when he lapses back into the stage where, really, he doesn’t give a damn.
[break]Then sometimes he’s incredibly ditzy and forgetful, and can’t seem to keep track of his own schedule or doings. Once he has one priority on his mind, say a playdate with Trini or an errand he has to run, his focus is on that and that alone. Never ask him to multitask because there will always be one thing that he never gets done. Since he has often forgotten important dates or completely abandoned the people that have put their trust in him, he has to write himself lists to remind himself to do things. This is why he always carries around a piece of paper and a pencil in his pocket.
[break]However, this also gives him a couple of key strengths. First of all, he is loyal and determined to see things through to the end. His one-track mind gives him a devotion rarely seen. Sometimes, if you are the one on his mind, you are the first one he thinks about in the morning and the last thought he has when he goes to bed. He also solves problems better than many others. Just expect him to call you at three in the morning having finally figured out the solution to a problem or a practical way to get over a hurdle you encountered and told him about.
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Unlike the many other fantasy-realms our heroes, bystanders, villains, and secondary characters have come from, Tigger’s (the Hundred-Acre Wood, that is) is not your run-of-the-mill time and place. Rules seem not to apply to it; time is not a concept and aging does not occur. Sometimes the Wood is completely desolate and empty; not a single soul is anywhere to be found, even in the houses marked ‘Pooh’ above the door or ‘Kanga’ and ‘Roo’ on the mailboxes. No, the residents are not hiding; you are truly alone.
[break]Then, on occasion, the wood is just a wood. There is no sense of direction, no paths, no notable features; just tree after tree after tree, no end in sight, not a soul to be found. Though the tall, leafy branches stretch into the heavens, like thoughts on a canvas, you feel that there is no more desolate place in all the world.
[break]Why? Well, you see, this place isn’t truly “real”; and though I’m not saying that there aren’t other realms that also aren’t real, the Hundred-Acre Wood wanes in and out of existence in a fairly irregular pattern, while some of the other lands can be visited anytime, nd in any part of the story. It’s all within the imagination of a bright-eyed, brown-haired boy—a very special, very clever, very fortunate boy named Christopher Robin.
[break]The birth of the Hundred-Acre Wood happened gradually, and took much time to develop. It all started one foggy morning when Christopher was five; the boy’s father came home from work drenched in dew and protecting a lump in his coat. He shortly revealed it to be a little, sandy-colored bear. He had seen it in a shop window and had been drawn to it. Mrs. Robin thought that it was too plain, and needed something; so she made it a red shirt and then gave it to Christopher.
[break]The boy fell in love with the bear. He snuggled the little stuffed toy every night and let his imagination run wild with his friend ‘Winnie the Pooh’. At first the wood he envisioned didn’t have a proper name, it was just where Pooh’s house was. Soon it grew to a little bridge over a creek, and a clearing where kites could be flown.
[break]But the boy felt sad for the bear… he was all alone. Christopher had friends to play with at school, but Winnie had none.
[break]That is, until Christopher’s next birthday, when he was given a tiny pig that was affectionately dubbed Piglet. He became Pooh’s best friend. Then came Roo and Kanga. They were a mother/son pair; Kanga took on many of the qualities of Christopher’s mother. Roo was also given a blue shirt by Mrs. Robin, and later a knitted scarf. Then last there was Eeyore the donkey. Eeyore came into the Robins’ possession via a secondhand sales bin.
[break][break]Still, the little group was seemingly incomplete. Something was missing, a spark of life perhaps or another to round out the characters.
[break]Then, some time later, Christopher’s dad again walked in the door nestling something in the palm of his hand. It was a stuffed tiger he found laying on the ground about a block away from his work. He would have simply passed it by without a second thought but its eager eyes had caught and firmly held his attention, much like the bear had. Those bright, green eyes reminded him of Christopher’s. He picked it up and brought it home.
[break]One could say that in a way Christopher Robin is the creator and the master of everything that has gone on in Tigger’s life. After all, it is his epic adventures that sweep the character off of his feet and take him on journeys that never could have come about without Christopher’s help. However, as much as he is involved in the creation and individual personalities of Tigger and his friends, that is not entirely true. There is still the stuffed tiger, the “real” embodiment of the fictional character. It was the bright eyes that convinced his father to bring Tigger home that also played an instrumental role in giving Pooh’s first friend a fun, bouncy personality. For many years and several different owners, his spirit was lodged deep inside the plush body, just waiting for that special boy to come along. When he finally fell into the hands of Mr. Robin, was when the real magic started.
[break]And so this was the beginning of Tigger’s story. After a good washing by Mrs. Robin, the tiger, affectionately dubbed Tigger, joined Pooh, Eeyore, Kanga, Roo, Piglet, and three other, made-up characters, Owl, Rabbit, and Gopher, in Christopher’s nighttime escapades.
[break][break]Christopher thought up so many different adventures, exploration trips, blustery days, and picnics, that there are many, many I can tell here. However I am choosing to recount only a couple of the most important ones to Tigger’s story.
[break]For instance, the very first time he ever made himself known in the Hundred Acre Wood. He had just been set up on Christopher’s dresser, and for the first time he was launched into the imagination of Christopher Robin. He came out on a dark (though not stormy) night; after bouncing around a little bit to confirm that he really was free and given new life, he found himself at the door of Winnie the Pooh. Bouncing around the outside of the place a little he soon got the attention of the bear inside. It took a little bit but Pooh eventually recognized that he wasn’t a phantom and let him in.
[break]One of the first questions that Winnie asked him was if Christopher Robin knew about him, which Tigger replied with a quick yes. Tigger sensed that Pooh would have let him stay, but it was the middle of the night and the bear wasn’t quite awake. So the tiger ended up sleeping outside, after Pooh offered him to serve him a breakfast of honey the next morning, which Tigger assured would be fine, because Tiggers liked everything.
[break]As promised, our orange and black cat came back and ate with the bear as promised. However, he found that he did not like honey, for some reason. It was sweet, and sticky, but perhaps too sticky. Upon telling Winnie this, the bear decided that they were going to go try haycorns at Piglet’s house.
[break]And so they did, and Tigger made another new friend. However he also didn’t like haycorns, so they set off to Eeyore’s to try thistles. Again, he met someone new, but thistles were not a good food for him either. They were “hot”- not really, but it seemed so because they poked his tongue and lips, sending burning sensations through his mouth. Tigger ended up having to spit them out.
[break]Then Pooh and Piglet suggested going to Kanga and Roo’s house. It also so happened that Christopher Robin was there. Tigger searched high and low in Kanga’s cupboard for something he liked, but there was absolutely nothing that was palatable. Finally, sad that he hadn’t eaten yet and he was hungry, he went around back by where Kanga was giving Roo his medicine, extract of malt, and watched. The brown liquid looked goopy and sweet and… delicious. What was it exactly? Tigger leaned over and asked Piglet, who replied that it was strengthening medicine, and that Roo hated it.
[break]Some might have backed away thinking that if the kid didn’t like it, they wouldn’t like it, but Tigger’s curiosity got the better of him. He snuck up behind Roo’s chair and just as Kanga was going to stick the spoon in Roo’s mouth, he licked it all up.
[break]The room burst into chaos, with Kanga crying in amazement, “Tigger Dear!” and Roo starting to sing, “He’s taken my medicine, He’s taken my medicine, he’s taken my medicine…” and the rest of the room just starting talking in lieu of what they had just seen. Tigger just looked up at the ceiling in contemplation, and after a bit of thought, said carefully, “So that’s what Tiggers like!”
[break]After that, Roo and Tigger were friends, best friends, and the tiger would part of the time live over at the Kangaroos’ house, as the food that he liked best was in abundance there. From then on he didn’t eat anything else, and Kanga had a habit of making extract-of-malt sandwiches for him before sending him off to play with Roo.
[break]Christopher decided that this was to be so because he thought the tiger’s energy would calm little Roo’s a bit. Also, the former liked to bounce, and the latter came from a species of animal that bounced as their main mode of transportation.
[break][break]And so Tigger found a nice comfy niche in the Hundred Acre Wood. However, not everyone appreciated his enthusiasm and energy all of the time. Rabbit in particular, who was grumpy all of the time and hated Tigger bouncing into his garden, destroying his vegetables, and knocking him over, wanted to sap a little bit of Tigger’s energy, humble him; or, in other words, “unbounce” him. So one day Rabbit, Pooh, and Piglet (actually really just rabbit) hatched a plan—they would go take Tigger someplace far, far away where he would be lost, and then they would find him several hours later. The point was that Tigger would be so glad to see them yet at the same time be so traumatized that he would be “small and sorry”.
[break]And so the next day they took Tigger exploring. As usual, the tiger ran circles around his friends and scouted up ahead. They got farther and farther into the mist, (which was really the fog of Christopher Robin’s mind, that formed as they ventured further and further away from the Hundred Acre Wood that he was certain of) until they came a little ways longer than it felt safe. Then they dived behind a bush when Tigger wasn’t looking, removing themselves from his sight.
[break]Tigger came back, and noticed that his friends were gone; at at first he was very worried, not for himself but for them. He hopped around a bit and called “Helloo, Piglet, Rabbit, Pooh,” but there was no answer. So eventually he turned tail and went to head back home. He remembered every inch of the journey, since he had been paying attention to landmarks as they had gone along instead of talking between themselves.
[break]Effortlessly, he found his way back, and it took no time at all since he was so fast. When he returned, Christopher Robin was there, wondering where his friends were. Even though Tigger knew that he knew their exact whereabouts, he explained to Christopher what had happened.
[break]They waited a little longer before to see if they’d come back at their own slow pace, but when they didn’t, they got a search party together and went to find the missing three. Tigger took Christopher along the route the friends had gone earlier. After a while they decided to split up to cover more ground.
[break]It turned out to work, because Christopher found Pooh and Piglet, and Tigger—well, let’s look at the words of A.A. Milne:
[break][break]…all the time he was watching, Tigger was tearing ‘round the forest making loud yapping noises for Rabbit. And at last a very small and sorry Rabbit heard him. And the small and sorry Rabbit rushed through the mist at the noise, and it suddenly turned into Tigger; a friendly Tigger, a Grand Tigger, a Large and Helpful Tigger, a Tigger who bounced, if he bounced at all, in just the beautiful way a Tigger ought to bounce.
[break]“Oh, Tigger, I am glad to see you," cried Rabbit.
[break][break]Time went on, a period of about another year, and along the way some very important changes took place in Christopher Robin’s imagination. First of all, Tigger grew to acquire some new favorite foods: cheese and cake, candy and cola; but he still didn’t like honey, haycorns, or thistles.
[break]Also, he finally moved out of Kanga and Roo’s house. The crew found a little house for him up in a tree. To get to it, he had a set of boards nailed to the trunk of the tree, which he was able to bounce up and get to his house. A mailbox was situated at the bottom. Though he was out of the house, Kanga still fussed over him constantly; giving him scarves to keep him warm and making sure that he had enough firewood to last him the winter.
[break]Tigger kept going around and doing his Tiggery things, most of all singing that he was the “only one.” He really did believe that he was the only one; but he didn’t mind it at all. It was great to be unique.
[break]However, as more time passed, his mindset started to change (perhaps along with Christopher Robin’s; this might have been the catalyst). He saw Roo and Kanga and how they had each other to rely on; he saw Pooh and Piglet and how they had each other to rely on; and he saw how his other friends always depended on each other. However he could not see the same with himself and them. They seemed to ignore him sometimes. He really did try to be more clever, and take action more often, trying to be helpful, but it always backfired on him. Also, his relationship to Roo started to become less important. He started to yearn for a real family.
[break]It all came to a climax one day, though, when everything went wrong. It was fall, nearly winter; everyone was trying to prepare, except Tigger, of course, who was much like the grasshopper while his friends were the ants. He just wanted to play with someone, and seemed oblivious to the fact that everyone else was busy. He continually interrupted them and/or destroyed their work. Finally, he ran out of people to ask and started into his musings. Coming upon a rock on a cliffside, he went to lean against it, but didn’t realize it was loose, and it fell off the edge of the dirt outcropping—right on top of Eeyore’s house.
[break]Upon hearing that the donkey’s only winter shelter was compromised, a few of his friends put their heads together to come up with a plan. Rabbit devised a clever lifting machine with pulleys and supports, but it didn’t work, no matter how much the Hundred Acre Wood friends pulled. Finally, still completely unaware that the whole thing was his doing, Tigger came wandering along and declared that he had a solution. He picked a spot, and wound up… doing the most terrific bounce that had ever been. It moved the rock all right… but it also moved his friends—and everything started to go, literally, downhill from there. The rock gained momentum, and kept rolling… and rolling… bouncing along until it finally came to rest in a bog. Everyone hanging on to Rabbit’s creation got very muddy. That, coupled with the negligence Tigger had shown earlier, was the last straw for the yellow, cottontailed Rabbit. He snapped at Tigger more severely than he ever had before. Everyone was angry at the tiger, it seemed. They made it clear that they wanted him to go away. So he did, moping, his usually-springy tail dragging on the ground and his ears floppy. That was probably the first time he had walked in months and not bounced.
[break]Roo went in chase and caught up with him at the Pooh Stick bridge. He tried to comfort Tigger, but to no avail. The hostility the others had showed him had made Tigger lose sight of the good things he had, including the friendship of the blooming joey next to him. In a last-ditch effort to cheer Tigger up, Roo asked about his family.
[break]Tigger acknowledged that he didn’t think he had a family (after all, for years he had been singing that he was “the only one”), but was curious about the idea as he didn’t know for absolute sure. He wanted to know more, so they went to Owl’s house. The bird, in his usual, informed manner, offered them some tea and proceeded to explain about his family. Tigger was enchanted by the idea of a family tree. Taking it to be a literal thing, and insisting that it existed somewhere in the Hundred Acre Wood, he went to see if he could find it. He believed it to be gigantic and striped. He also went on about having aunts and uncles and nephews and nieces and grandmas that all looked just like him… but sadly it was all in his head. Everyone knew it, but they didn’t know what else to do other than just help him search all over.
[break]When no one could find it, nor another Tigger, he wrote a letter to his family; when no one responded, he felt lonlier than ever, and moped around his house.
[break]That evening Roo went home to his mother and told her about everything that had happened. Kanga agreed that they needed to show Tigger that they were his real family, and that they did care about him. This got Roo thinking. After a while of hard consideration, he decided that the best course of action would be to write him a letter, addressed from his family. Such a thoughtful and well-planned gesture of affection would be perfect and definitely lift Tigger’s spirits.
[break]So that night when everyone gathered at Piglet’s house for the sole purpose of being together, Roo went around to everyone and told them about his idea. Everyone agreed that it would be perfect. Rabbit, who was still a little angry at what had happened the day before, took a little bit of convincing, but he eventually warmed, too. So they started the letter. When it was done, it read something like this:
[break][break]”Dear Tigger. Just a note to say: dress warmly, eat well, stay safe and sound, keep smiling. We’re always there for you. Signed, your family.”
[break][break]However, the little group found that Roo’s plan backfired on them completely. It was good to see Tigger bouncing around happily again the next morning, but somehow he thought that the letter was from his relative tiggers that lived far away. Tigger insisted that they were coming to visit him the next day. This caused the group to again feel a little bit crazy, and dismayed. Roo took heart, though. He gathered Eeyore, Pooh, Piglet, Owl, and his mother Kanga together and told them that they were going to masquerade as Tiggers. They all had a grand time getting ready, putting on orange suits with tigger ears, painting on stripes, and gluing on whiskers—but then Rabbit walked in on them, and for the first time they noticed that it was blizzarding outside. Their yellow friend was so angry when he saw what was happening. They should be getting their final preparations ready for winter. Pooh needed honey. Piglet needed firewood. Eeyore needed a new house. Everyone there was humbled.
[break]Almost as soon as Rabbit’s flurry had started, he was gone again.
[break]If he had stayed just a bit longer, everyone might have been talked out of going to Tigger’s party. But Roo managed to convince them again that their friend was their highest priority.
[break][break]And so they showed up at his door. Tigger was delightfully fooled and welcomed them in. Everyone did their best to look like a tigger and act like a tigger; the only real one in the room was completely oblivious to the con. It was marvelous fun; bouncing around was amazing, especially to Roo, who lost himself.
[break]Unfortunately, it was to be his undoing. Roo thought that he could be clever and do the bounce that Tigger had tried to teach him earlier to no avail; the same one he had used to move the rock. However, Roo failed at it and ended up crashing into the closet, where he lost his mask.
[break]Then it became completely obvious what was happening. The others had no other choice than to unmask. Tigger was (understandably) disappointed that they had done what they did. He stormed off into the night, saying he was leaving forever. “TTFE, tata for-ever!”
[break]Roo felt so bad. Kanga tried to calm him, saying that he had been thinking of his friend, but Roo still cried that it was all his fault and they had to go get him. Roo managed to sneak out of the house when his mother wasn’t looking, and went to find Pooh.
[break]And so there was a search party assembled. Everyone dressed in their warmest. The last one they went to ask was Rabbit. At first he was angry that they hadn’t taken his advice and were now in this mess, and definitely reluctant to go find Tigger. But eventually he was broken down and decided to leave his warm home, knowing that above all else he couldn’t leave his friend to die in the cold.
[break][break]Meanwhile, Tigger walked through the blizzard, crying, and looking for his family tree in one last ditch effort. He had the letter—that he still believed was from his real family, mind you—and was calling for them. Coming up to a large ridge, where there was a gigantic tree, he looked up at the trunk of the oak, and saw… stripes. This was it! He got all excited. In actuality, the pattern was just caused by the bare patches from where the branches were preventing the blowing snow from sticking to the tree. But it didn’t matter to Tigger. He hopped up, redoubling his calling efforts for his family.
[break]and for a minute, he thought he had succeeded. He heard his name being called. But it was coming from the ground. Looking down, he realized with a flash that Pooh, Piglet, Eeyore, Rabbit, and Roo were trudging through the snow, calling his name.
[break]He hopped down and went to greet them. Rabbit was the first one to confront him. He told him to just come home, and please “forget about all this other Tigger nonsense.”
[break]The tiger’s ears got hot. What? His anger rose. This was important to him. Without a family, without others, he would be lonely. Rabbit had the rest of his friends. Roo had Kanga. Tigger needed something to fill the gap that he felt inside.
[break]He couldn’t take it anymore. He started yelling at the top of his voice that he had finally found his family tree and wasn’t going to give it up. He threatened to stay there until the rest of the members on the tree came back.
[break]Suddenly there was a huge noise- like a crack, but louder. And suddenly, there was a roar. Tigger looked up—and found to his horror that there was a huge avalanche coming straight for them. Everything else cleared from his mind. He looked around at his friends. They needed to get out of the way. But how?
[break]…The tree. It was the only way. Tigger shouted for them to gather, and one by one he started bouncing them up into the branches of his family tree. Desperately, one after another, they clung to the thick limbs.
[break]The last one up was Roo, right before the avalanche swept over the base of the tree. Tigger got swept away in a flash. Roo cried out and ran out onto the branch, looking around desperately. He saw his friend come up, clinging to a rock, but he was unconscious. Reciting what the tiger had told him earlier about the ultimate bounce, the “Whoopty-Dooper Loopty Looper Ally-Ooper bounce”, Roo wound up his tail… “The more you try…the more you fly…” he wound up his body… “and that’s what really counts!”
[break]He bounced off of tree branches, and finished by hitting the rock where his friend was right on target. “TIGGER! TIGGER!” He shouted, shaking his friend.
[break][break]Tigger woke to a waterfall of snow, and they were about to go over the cliff! Roo was there… They were falling…
[break]Wait… Roo was there?! Hadn’t he gotten him up into the tree?! That must mean…
[break]Tigger looked over at Roo. He smiled, raised a leg, and wound up his tail.
[break]The joey wound up his, too. Together they wound up their bodies, and off they went, facing seemingly-insurmountable obstacles to get back to the tree. Gigantic icicles, a hollow tree. But somehow, they did. And they clung to the stationary tree.
[break]Moments later, the avalanche ended. Everyone looked up and saw that they were still alive. Tigger had saved the day. They all cheered and hopped down from the tree.
[break]Then, three more voices came into earshot. One called for Pooh. Another called for Roo. And another called for Tigger. It was Christopher Robin, Kanga, and Owl! Now everyone was together.
[break]Christopher Robin asked for an explanation (Though everyone knew that he already knew everything), and Tigger explained that he had just wanted to find his family, and that they had written him a letter. He went to find where he had stashed it in his fur.
[break]But it wasn’t there. He gasped and searched all over. It was gone! He must have lost it in the wash of snow.
[break]But Roo piped up to say that it didn’t matter. He looked at Owl, who cleared his throat, and started, “Dear Tigger. Just a note to say…”
[break]One by one, they all recited off their part of the letter, just as it had been written.
[break]Tigger was flabbergasted. Did they write it? It dawned on him suddenly that yes, they must have, for them to know it so well.
[break]That, combined with what had just happened, made him realize what he had been missing all along: he didn’t need anyone like him. He had a family in the others, standing right here in front of him. Even though they weren’t happy with him sometimes (and understandably so, he came to realize; he could be inconsiderate) they loved him. Especially Roo, his best friend.
[break][break]From that day forward, Tigger never underestimated his family ever again. Though he still did bounce on Rabbit from time to time, he always tried to be considerate of all the others and always think ahead. Soon after the whole family incident happened, he held a party for all his friends at his house. He gave Piglet firewood; Pooh lots of honey; he built Eeyore a real house; they all got what they really needed, but nothing was as satisfying as giving Roo a locket, in which he could put a picture of everyone.
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[break]Why was the light so bright?… What was going on? It had been… spring, right? But why was it summer now? He put his hand to his forehead and glanced at the tan palm. Liam. He thought. Time to rise and shine. It’s a brand-new day. New things to do, new places to see. You’re ready for class, right?
[break]It all didn’t feel right… but it did. He was a student at the castle; he was learning from the resident physician. Someday he wanted to travel around and be the fun doctor that parents could trust with their kids. Later, after the village was built, he wanted to live there and take care of the orphans and children there.
[break]He loved sports; he was always jogging around, trying to get his energy off. He knew that he originally came from the Forest—the Wood? The name was hazy in his mind. That’s why the castle took him. Because he knew the Prides, and to an extent Rehema Scar’s bunch also. He was best friends with Kovu Assembé, his son and heir. Though he lived in the castle now, they still saw each other all the time. Liam always visited when he got the chance.
[break][break]But wasn’t there a life before this? He wished he knew.
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Player Bry
[break]Other Characters Daniel Johnston, Carl Fredricksen, Clayton Savage, Neil Kronkite, Robert Rawlings, and Hogarth Hughes (who is still a WIP)
Basics
Name Liam Ian Roche
[break]Nicknames None, really.
[break]Name Symbolism (OOC) Liam- I—I saw this article that said that a zoo named a tiger cub Liam. and I thought it was cute c: Ian- I think I just saw it somewhere. and I liked it, too. Roche- A French surname
[break]Age 21
[break]Date of Birth July 16th
[break]Occupation Doctoral Student, someday wants to be a Pediatrician
[break]Height 6’0”
[break]Weight 180 lbs.
[break]Body Fat 2%
[break]Hair Cocoa brown
[break]Eyes Brown
[break]Face Claim Marc Bartra
[break]Sexuality Bisexual
[break]Relationship Status Single
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Personality
Mr. Liam Roche, to put things simply, is not your average young man. He defies all the norms and it seems no stereotype can pin him down. For instance, it seems he would be still working a job at a restaurant, so when others find out that he is in training to become—interestingly enough—a doctor, they often are surprised. Though it might not seem at first glance that being a pediatrician (which is his ultimate goal) would fit him, as he has quite a short attention span and can be too intense sometimes, it is actually a great field for him as he loves kids, encouraging others to be healthy, and is committed to his work. If he hadn’t decided to go into medicine, he says that he would have pursued being a gym teacher.
[break]Everyone knows Liam as a great big ball of momentum, always bouncing around and being intensely curious and inquisitive. Often hyper and seemingly unable to sit still for more than 5 minutes, Liam thrives on athletics and uses them to drain his seemingly-endless supply of energy. Running, jumping, climbing, and throwing things are some of his favorite activities; if there was a Wonderland Track team he would be one of the most devoted and happiest, if not one of the all-time star, competitors.
[break]Soccer is also another sport he loves to play. Someday he wants to get the children of Wonderland involved by starting a league. But this goal is still far away, as he is very engrossed in learning the ways of a general practitioner
[break][break]Unfortunately, he has a couple personality flaws, too, which can at times be critical. Some of them almost prevented him from pursuing his dreams; if it hadn’t been for his dedication and talent he might not be where he is today, learning from one of the top doctors at the palace.
[break]First of all, he can be careless and flippant. Sometimes this is out of eagerness and what remains of his childish side, and sometimes this is just plain laziness. He has a tendency to ruin things because he thinks that he knows what he’s doing when he really doesn’t. What’s more, afterwards, he doesn’t seem to care that he just hurt someone else. This has pushed many would-be friends away, and estranged him from acquaintances and friends of acquaintances. He has been seriously trying to work on being more considerate all of the time, but there are still periods when he lapses back into the stage where, really, he doesn’t give a damn.
[break]Then sometimes he’s incredibly ditzy and forgetful, and can’t seem to keep track of his own schedule or doings. Once he has one priority on his mind, say a playdate with Trini or an errand he has to run, his focus is on that and that alone. Never ask him to multitask because there will always be one thing that he never gets done. Since he has often forgotten important dates or completely abandoned the people that have put their trust in him, he has to write himself lists to remind himself to do things. This is why he always carries around a piece of paper and a pencil in his pocket.
[break]However, this also gives him a couple of key strengths. First of all, he is loyal and determined to see things through to the end. His one-track mind gives him a devotion rarely seen. Sometimes, if you are the one on his mind, you are the first one he thinks about in the morning and the last thought he has when he goes to bed. He also solves problems better than many others. Just expect him to call you at three in the morning having finally figured out the solution to a problem or a practical way to get over a hurdle you encountered and told him about.
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Backstory
Unlike the many other fantasy-realms our heroes, bystanders, villains, and secondary characters have come from, Tigger’s (the Hundred-Acre Wood, that is) is not your run-of-the-mill time and place. Rules seem not to apply to it; time is not a concept and aging does not occur. Sometimes the Wood is completely desolate and empty; not a single soul is anywhere to be found, even in the houses marked ‘Pooh’ above the door or ‘Kanga’ and ‘Roo’ on the mailboxes. No, the residents are not hiding; you are truly alone.
[break]Then, on occasion, the wood is just a wood. There is no sense of direction, no paths, no notable features; just tree after tree after tree, no end in sight, not a soul to be found. Though the tall, leafy branches stretch into the heavens, like thoughts on a canvas, you feel that there is no more desolate place in all the world.
[break]Why? Well, you see, this place isn’t truly “real”; and though I’m not saying that there aren’t other realms that also aren’t real, the Hundred-Acre Wood wanes in and out of existence in a fairly irregular pattern, while some of the other lands can be visited anytime, nd in any part of the story. It’s all within the imagination of a bright-eyed, brown-haired boy—a very special, very clever, very fortunate boy named Christopher Robin.
[break]The birth of the Hundred-Acre Wood happened gradually, and took much time to develop. It all started one foggy morning when Christopher was five; the boy’s father came home from work drenched in dew and protecting a lump in his coat. He shortly revealed it to be a little, sandy-colored bear. He had seen it in a shop window and had been drawn to it. Mrs. Robin thought that it was too plain, and needed something; so she made it a red shirt and then gave it to Christopher.
[break]The boy fell in love with the bear. He snuggled the little stuffed toy every night and let his imagination run wild with his friend ‘Winnie the Pooh’. At first the wood he envisioned didn’t have a proper name, it was just where Pooh’s house was. Soon it grew to a little bridge over a creek, and a clearing where kites could be flown.
[break]But the boy felt sad for the bear… he was all alone. Christopher had friends to play with at school, but Winnie had none.
[break]That is, until Christopher’s next birthday, when he was given a tiny pig that was affectionately dubbed Piglet. He became Pooh’s best friend. Then came Roo and Kanga. They were a mother/son pair; Kanga took on many of the qualities of Christopher’s mother. Roo was also given a blue shirt by Mrs. Robin, and later a knitted scarf. Then last there was Eeyore the donkey. Eeyore came into the Robins’ possession via a secondhand sales bin.
[break][break]Still, the little group was seemingly incomplete. Something was missing, a spark of life perhaps or another to round out the characters.
[break]Then, some time later, Christopher’s dad again walked in the door nestling something in the palm of his hand. It was a stuffed tiger he found laying on the ground about a block away from his work. He would have simply passed it by without a second thought but its eager eyes had caught and firmly held his attention, much like the bear had. Those bright, green eyes reminded him of Christopher’s. He picked it up and brought it home.
[break]One could say that in a way Christopher Robin is the creator and the master of everything that has gone on in Tigger’s life. After all, it is his epic adventures that sweep the character off of his feet and take him on journeys that never could have come about without Christopher’s help. However, as much as he is involved in the creation and individual personalities of Tigger and his friends, that is not entirely true. There is still the stuffed tiger, the “real” embodiment of the fictional character. It was the bright eyes that convinced his father to bring Tigger home that also played an instrumental role in giving Pooh’s first friend a fun, bouncy personality. For many years and several different owners, his spirit was lodged deep inside the plush body, just waiting for that special boy to come along. When he finally fell into the hands of Mr. Robin, was when the real magic started.
[break]And so this was the beginning of Tigger’s story. After a good washing by Mrs. Robin, the tiger, affectionately dubbed Tigger, joined Pooh, Eeyore, Kanga, Roo, Piglet, and three other, made-up characters, Owl, Rabbit, and Gopher, in Christopher’s nighttime escapades.
[break][break]Christopher thought up so many different adventures, exploration trips, blustery days, and picnics, that there are many, many I can tell here. However I am choosing to recount only a couple of the most important ones to Tigger’s story.
[break]For instance, the very first time he ever made himself known in the Hundred Acre Wood. He had just been set up on Christopher’s dresser, and for the first time he was launched into the imagination of Christopher Robin. He came out on a dark (though not stormy) night; after bouncing around a little bit to confirm that he really was free and given new life, he found himself at the door of Winnie the Pooh. Bouncing around the outside of the place a little he soon got the attention of the bear inside. It took a little bit but Pooh eventually recognized that he wasn’t a phantom and let him in.
[break]One of the first questions that Winnie asked him was if Christopher Robin knew about him, which Tigger replied with a quick yes. Tigger sensed that Pooh would have let him stay, but it was the middle of the night and the bear wasn’t quite awake. So the tiger ended up sleeping outside, after Pooh offered him to serve him a breakfast of honey the next morning, which Tigger assured would be fine, because Tiggers liked everything.
[break]As promised, our orange and black cat came back and ate with the bear as promised. However, he found that he did not like honey, for some reason. It was sweet, and sticky, but perhaps too sticky. Upon telling Winnie this, the bear decided that they were going to go try haycorns at Piglet’s house.
[break]And so they did, and Tigger made another new friend. However he also didn’t like haycorns, so they set off to Eeyore’s to try thistles. Again, he met someone new, but thistles were not a good food for him either. They were “hot”- not really, but it seemed so because they poked his tongue and lips, sending burning sensations through his mouth. Tigger ended up having to spit them out.
[break]Then Pooh and Piglet suggested going to Kanga and Roo’s house. It also so happened that Christopher Robin was there. Tigger searched high and low in Kanga’s cupboard for something he liked, but there was absolutely nothing that was palatable. Finally, sad that he hadn’t eaten yet and he was hungry, he went around back by where Kanga was giving Roo his medicine, extract of malt, and watched. The brown liquid looked goopy and sweet and… delicious. What was it exactly? Tigger leaned over and asked Piglet, who replied that it was strengthening medicine, and that Roo hated it.
[break]Some might have backed away thinking that if the kid didn’t like it, they wouldn’t like it, but Tigger’s curiosity got the better of him. He snuck up behind Roo’s chair and just as Kanga was going to stick the spoon in Roo’s mouth, he licked it all up.
[break]The room burst into chaos, with Kanga crying in amazement, “Tigger Dear!” and Roo starting to sing, “He’s taken my medicine, He’s taken my medicine, he’s taken my medicine…” and the rest of the room just starting talking in lieu of what they had just seen. Tigger just looked up at the ceiling in contemplation, and after a bit of thought, said carefully, “So that’s what Tiggers like!”
[break]After that, Roo and Tigger were friends, best friends, and the tiger would part of the time live over at the Kangaroos’ house, as the food that he liked best was in abundance there. From then on he didn’t eat anything else, and Kanga had a habit of making extract-of-malt sandwiches for him before sending him off to play with Roo.
[break]Christopher decided that this was to be so because he thought the tiger’s energy would calm little Roo’s a bit. Also, the former liked to bounce, and the latter came from a species of animal that bounced as their main mode of transportation.
[break][break]And so Tigger found a nice comfy niche in the Hundred Acre Wood. However, not everyone appreciated his enthusiasm and energy all of the time. Rabbit in particular, who was grumpy all of the time and hated Tigger bouncing into his garden, destroying his vegetables, and knocking him over, wanted to sap a little bit of Tigger’s energy, humble him; or, in other words, “unbounce” him. So one day Rabbit, Pooh, and Piglet (actually really just rabbit) hatched a plan—they would go take Tigger someplace far, far away where he would be lost, and then they would find him several hours later. The point was that Tigger would be so glad to see them yet at the same time be so traumatized that he would be “small and sorry”.
[break]And so the next day they took Tigger exploring. As usual, the tiger ran circles around his friends and scouted up ahead. They got farther and farther into the mist, (which was really the fog of Christopher Robin’s mind, that formed as they ventured further and further away from the Hundred Acre Wood that he was certain of) until they came a little ways longer than it felt safe. Then they dived behind a bush when Tigger wasn’t looking, removing themselves from his sight.
[break]Tigger came back, and noticed that his friends were gone; at at first he was very worried, not for himself but for them. He hopped around a bit and called “Helloo, Piglet, Rabbit, Pooh,” but there was no answer. So eventually he turned tail and went to head back home. He remembered every inch of the journey, since he had been paying attention to landmarks as they had gone along instead of talking between themselves.
[break]Effortlessly, he found his way back, and it took no time at all since he was so fast. When he returned, Christopher Robin was there, wondering where his friends were. Even though Tigger knew that he knew their exact whereabouts, he explained to Christopher what had happened.
[break]They waited a little longer before to see if they’d come back at their own slow pace, but when they didn’t, they got a search party together and went to find the missing three. Tigger took Christopher along the route the friends had gone earlier. After a while they decided to split up to cover more ground.
[break]It turned out to work, because Christopher found Pooh and Piglet, and Tigger—well, let’s look at the words of A.A. Milne:
[break][break]…all the time he was watching, Tigger was tearing ‘round the forest making loud yapping noises for Rabbit. And at last a very small and sorry Rabbit heard him. And the small and sorry Rabbit rushed through the mist at the noise, and it suddenly turned into Tigger; a friendly Tigger, a Grand Tigger, a Large and Helpful Tigger, a Tigger who bounced, if he bounced at all, in just the beautiful way a Tigger ought to bounce.
[break]“Oh, Tigger, I am glad to see you," cried Rabbit.
[break][break]Time went on, a period of about another year, and along the way some very important changes took place in Christopher Robin’s imagination. First of all, Tigger grew to acquire some new favorite foods: cheese and cake, candy and cola; but he still didn’t like honey, haycorns, or thistles.
[break]Also, he finally moved out of Kanga and Roo’s house. The crew found a little house for him up in a tree. To get to it, he had a set of boards nailed to the trunk of the tree, which he was able to bounce up and get to his house. A mailbox was situated at the bottom. Though he was out of the house, Kanga still fussed over him constantly; giving him scarves to keep him warm and making sure that he had enough firewood to last him the winter.
[break]Tigger kept going around and doing his Tiggery things, most of all singing that he was the “only one.” He really did believe that he was the only one; but he didn’t mind it at all. It was great to be unique.
[break]However, as more time passed, his mindset started to change (perhaps along with Christopher Robin’s; this might have been the catalyst). He saw Roo and Kanga and how they had each other to rely on; he saw Pooh and Piglet and how they had each other to rely on; and he saw how his other friends always depended on each other. However he could not see the same with himself and them. They seemed to ignore him sometimes. He really did try to be more clever, and take action more often, trying to be helpful, but it always backfired on him. Also, his relationship to Roo started to become less important. He started to yearn for a real family.
[break]It all came to a climax one day, though, when everything went wrong. It was fall, nearly winter; everyone was trying to prepare, except Tigger, of course, who was much like the grasshopper while his friends were the ants. He just wanted to play with someone, and seemed oblivious to the fact that everyone else was busy. He continually interrupted them and/or destroyed their work. Finally, he ran out of people to ask and started into his musings. Coming upon a rock on a cliffside, he went to lean against it, but didn’t realize it was loose, and it fell off the edge of the dirt outcropping—right on top of Eeyore’s house.
[break]Upon hearing that the donkey’s only winter shelter was compromised, a few of his friends put their heads together to come up with a plan. Rabbit devised a clever lifting machine with pulleys and supports, but it didn’t work, no matter how much the Hundred Acre Wood friends pulled. Finally, still completely unaware that the whole thing was his doing, Tigger came wandering along and declared that he had a solution. He picked a spot, and wound up… doing the most terrific bounce that had ever been. It moved the rock all right… but it also moved his friends—and everything started to go, literally, downhill from there. The rock gained momentum, and kept rolling… and rolling… bouncing along until it finally came to rest in a bog. Everyone hanging on to Rabbit’s creation got very muddy. That, coupled with the negligence Tigger had shown earlier, was the last straw for the yellow, cottontailed Rabbit. He snapped at Tigger more severely than he ever had before. Everyone was angry at the tiger, it seemed. They made it clear that they wanted him to go away. So he did, moping, his usually-springy tail dragging on the ground and his ears floppy. That was probably the first time he had walked in months and not bounced.
[break]Roo went in chase and caught up with him at the Pooh Stick bridge. He tried to comfort Tigger, but to no avail. The hostility the others had showed him had made Tigger lose sight of the good things he had, including the friendship of the blooming joey next to him. In a last-ditch effort to cheer Tigger up, Roo asked about his family.
[break]Tigger acknowledged that he didn’t think he had a family (after all, for years he had been singing that he was “the only one”), but was curious about the idea as he didn’t know for absolute sure. He wanted to know more, so they went to Owl’s house. The bird, in his usual, informed manner, offered them some tea and proceeded to explain about his family. Tigger was enchanted by the idea of a family tree. Taking it to be a literal thing, and insisting that it existed somewhere in the Hundred Acre Wood, he went to see if he could find it. He believed it to be gigantic and striped. He also went on about having aunts and uncles and nephews and nieces and grandmas that all looked just like him… but sadly it was all in his head. Everyone knew it, but they didn’t know what else to do other than just help him search all over.
[break]When no one could find it, nor another Tigger, he wrote a letter to his family; when no one responded, he felt lonlier than ever, and moped around his house.
[break]That evening Roo went home to his mother and told her about everything that had happened. Kanga agreed that they needed to show Tigger that they were his real family, and that they did care about him. This got Roo thinking. After a while of hard consideration, he decided that the best course of action would be to write him a letter, addressed from his family. Such a thoughtful and well-planned gesture of affection would be perfect and definitely lift Tigger’s spirits.
[break]So that night when everyone gathered at Piglet’s house for the sole purpose of being together, Roo went around to everyone and told them about his idea. Everyone agreed that it would be perfect. Rabbit, who was still a little angry at what had happened the day before, took a little bit of convincing, but he eventually warmed, too. So they started the letter. When it was done, it read something like this:
[break][break]”Dear Tigger. Just a note to say: dress warmly, eat well, stay safe and sound, keep smiling. We’re always there for you. Signed, your family.”
[break][break]However, the little group found that Roo’s plan backfired on them completely. It was good to see Tigger bouncing around happily again the next morning, but somehow he thought that the letter was from his relative tiggers that lived far away. Tigger insisted that they were coming to visit him the next day. This caused the group to again feel a little bit crazy, and dismayed. Roo took heart, though. He gathered Eeyore, Pooh, Piglet, Owl, and his mother Kanga together and told them that they were going to masquerade as Tiggers. They all had a grand time getting ready, putting on orange suits with tigger ears, painting on stripes, and gluing on whiskers—but then Rabbit walked in on them, and for the first time they noticed that it was blizzarding outside. Their yellow friend was so angry when he saw what was happening. They should be getting their final preparations ready for winter. Pooh needed honey. Piglet needed firewood. Eeyore needed a new house. Everyone there was humbled.
[break]Almost as soon as Rabbit’s flurry had started, he was gone again.
[break]If he had stayed just a bit longer, everyone might have been talked out of going to Tigger’s party. But Roo managed to convince them again that their friend was their highest priority.
[break][break]And so they showed up at his door. Tigger was delightfully fooled and welcomed them in. Everyone did their best to look like a tigger and act like a tigger; the only real one in the room was completely oblivious to the con. It was marvelous fun; bouncing around was amazing, especially to Roo, who lost himself.
[break]Unfortunately, it was to be his undoing. Roo thought that he could be clever and do the bounce that Tigger had tried to teach him earlier to no avail; the same one he had used to move the rock. However, Roo failed at it and ended up crashing into the closet, where he lost his mask.
[break]Then it became completely obvious what was happening. The others had no other choice than to unmask. Tigger was (understandably) disappointed that they had done what they did. He stormed off into the night, saying he was leaving forever. “TTFE, tata for-ever!”
[break]Roo felt so bad. Kanga tried to calm him, saying that he had been thinking of his friend, but Roo still cried that it was all his fault and they had to go get him. Roo managed to sneak out of the house when his mother wasn’t looking, and went to find Pooh.
[break]And so there was a search party assembled. Everyone dressed in their warmest. The last one they went to ask was Rabbit. At first he was angry that they hadn’t taken his advice and were now in this mess, and definitely reluctant to go find Tigger. But eventually he was broken down and decided to leave his warm home, knowing that above all else he couldn’t leave his friend to die in the cold.
[break][break]Meanwhile, Tigger walked through the blizzard, crying, and looking for his family tree in one last ditch effort. He had the letter—that he still believed was from his real family, mind you—and was calling for them. Coming up to a large ridge, where there was a gigantic tree, he looked up at the trunk of the oak, and saw… stripes. This was it! He got all excited. In actuality, the pattern was just caused by the bare patches from where the branches were preventing the blowing snow from sticking to the tree. But it didn’t matter to Tigger. He hopped up, redoubling his calling efforts for his family.
[break]and for a minute, he thought he had succeeded. He heard his name being called. But it was coming from the ground. Looking down, he realized with a flash that Pooh, Piglet, Eeyore, Rabbit, and Roo were trudging through the snow, calling his name.
[break]He hopped down and went to greet them. Rabbit was the first one to confront him. He told him to just come home, and please “forget about all this other Tigger nonsense.”
[break]The tiger’s ears got hot. What? His anger rose. This was important to him. Without a family, without others, he would be lonely. Rabbit had the rest of his friends. Roo had Kanga. Tigger needed something to fill the gap that he felt inside.
[break]He couldn’t take it anymore. He started yelling at the top of his voice that he had finally found his family tree and wasn’t going to give it up. He threatened to stay there until the rest of the members on the tree came back.
[break]Suddenly there was a huge noise- like a crack, but louder. And suddenly, there was a roar. Tigger looked up—and found to his horror that there was a huge avalanche coming straight for them. Everything else cleared from his mind. He looked around at his friends. They needed to get out of the way. But how?
[break]…The tree. It was the only way. Tigger shouted for them to gather, and one by one he started bouncing them up into the branches of his family tree. Desperately, one after another, they clung to the thick limbs.
[break]The last one up was Roo, right before the avalanche swept over the base of the tree. Tigger got swept away in a flash. Roo cried out and ran out onto the branch, looking around desperately. He saw his friend come up, clinging to a rock, but he was unconscious. Reciting what the tiger had told him earlier about the ultimate bounce, the “Whoopty-Dooper Loopty Looper Ally-Ooper bounce”, Roo wound up his tail… “The more you try…the more you fly…” he wound up his body… “and that’s what really counts!”
[break]He bounced off of tree branches, and finished by hitting the rock where his friend was right on target. “TIGGER! TIGGER!” He shouted, shaking his friend.
[break][break]Tigger woke to a waterfall of snow, and they were about to go over the cliff! Roo was there… They were falling…
[break]Wait… Roo was there?! Hadn’t he gotten him up into the tree?! That must mean…
[break]Tigger looked over at Roo. He smiled, raised a leg, and wound up his tail.
[break]The joey wound up his, too. Together they wound up their bodies, and off they went, facing seemingly-insurmountable obstacles to get back to the tree. Gigantic icicles, a hollow tree. But somehow, they did. And they clung to the stationary tree.
[break]Moments later, the avalanche ended. Everyone looked up and saw that they were still alive. Tigger had saved the day. They all cheered and hopped down from the tree.
[break]Then, three more voices came into earshot. One called for Pooh. Another called for Roo. And another called for Tigger. It was Christopher Robin, Kanga, and Owl! Now everyone was together.
[break]Christopher Robin asked for an explanation (Though everyone knew that he already knew everything), and Tigger explained that he had just wanted to find his family, and that they had written him a letter. He went to find where he had stashed it in his fur.
[break]But it wasn’t there. He gasped and searched all over. It was gone! He must have lost it in the wash of snow.
[break]But Roo piped up to say that it didn’t matter. He looked at Owl, who cleared his throat, and started, “Dear Tigger. Just a note to say…”
[break]One by one, they all recited off their part of the letter, just as it had been written.
[break]Tigger was flabbergasted. Did they write it? It dawned on him suddenly that yes, they must have, for them to know it so well.
[break]That, combined with what had just happened, made him realize what he had been missing all along: he didn’t need anyone like him. He had a family in the others, standing right here in front of him. Even though they weren’t happy with him sometimes (and understandably so, he came to realize; he could be inconsiderate) they loved him. Especially Roo, his best friend.
[break][break]From that day forward, Tigger never underestimated his family ever again. Though he still did bounce on Rabbit from time to time, he always tried to be considerate of all the others and always think ahead. Soon after the whole family incident happened, he held a party for all his friends at his house. He gave Piglet firewood; Pooh lots of honey; he built Eeyore a real house; they all got what they really needed, but nothing was as satisfying as giving Roo a locket, in which he could put a picture of everyone.
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[break]Why was the light so bright?… What was going on? It had been… spring, right? But why was it summer now? He put his hand to his forehead and glanced at the tan palm. Liam. He thought. Time to rise and shine. It’s a brand-new day. New things to do, new places to see. You’re ready for class, right?
[break]It all didn’t feel right… but it did. He was a student at the castle; he was learning from the resident physician. Someday he wanted to travel around and be the fun doctor that parents could trust with their kids. Later, after the village was built, he wanted to live there and take care of the orphans and children there.
[break]He loved sports; he was always jogging around, trying to get his energy off. He knew that he originally came from the Forest—the Wood? The name was hazy in his mind. That’s why the castle took him. Because he knew the Prides, and to an extent Rehema Scar’s bunch also. He was best friends with Kovu Assembé, his son and heir. Though he lived in the castle now, they still saw each other all the time. Liam always visited when he got the chance.
[break][break]But wasn’t there a life before this? He wished he knew.
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Roleplayer
Player Bry
[break]Other Characters Daniel Johnston, Carl Fredricksen, Clayton Savage, Neil Kronkite, Robert Rawlings, and Hogarth Hughes (who is still a WIP)
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