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Created on 2014-10-22 19:52:33 (#2335556), last updated 2014-12-13 (148 weeks ago)

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Name:Jack Skellington, the Pumpkin King
Birthdate:Mar 30
There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet

Yet year after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing

Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've never known

I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France

And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my recitations

But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could

Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears
- Jack Skellington, Jack's Lament, The Nightmare before Christmas.

[ooc: Jack is dead, and has a large skeleton grin and black eyes. He moves silently, a little like dancing.

He comes from Halloween Town, a world in which all efforts go towards the annual ritual of scaring as many people as possible. And he is, as he says, the best at what he does. But in between, he doesn't feel the need to constantly try and scare people. More at times, he tries to be nice, but ends up being scary reverting to instinct.

He is curious and likes to try and seek out new experiences and ideas. After a long gloomy walk into the forest, he discovers the door to Christmas Town, and wants that new experience for his own people...

Disclaimer: Jack Skellington is here for the purpose of role playing in [community profile] milliways_bar, he is the property of Tim Burton and no profit is made from this use.]

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