March Hare Application

all because of you
i believe in angels
{{ you

name: Kandi
gender:Female
age:15
where'd you find us?: Neopets, lmao
any other characters?:Nopeeee.

not the kind with wings
{{ him

real name: Ryan Mikel Marchman
character name:The March hare
age:19
gender:Male

interests:

photography; animal care; sketching; running; reading dirty novels

likes:

laughing, making jokes; pranks; tea; sleeping; snooping; faking accents; meditating

dislikes:

being serious; not laughing; coffee; junk food; being sick; being interrpted during his quiet time

habits:

nail biting; chewing on random objects; shaking his head

pet peeves:

incessantly long-winded talkers that never pause to let him get a word in; people who speak in rhyme; not being able to keep his things in organized chaos(cleaning); people messing with his things

personality: {Strengths and weaknesses in the same, mostly.} A big pushover for his loved ones, this boy will not waver when a dear friend is in need. He feels like something is missing, something he once knew, as if a chunk of his life is grey matter. He is easily befriended, making his popularly known within this twisted land, and easily thinks his is in the sights of true love. He stands for his own liberty, and will stop at nothing to ensure he stays freely controlled, even if it means he is throwing someone else under the bus. He absolutely hates rhyming, and if somebody speaks in rhyme, he is likely to have a meltdown (or just an all out hissy fit).

no, not the kind with halos
{{ appearances

"I don’t love you I'm just passing the time
You could love me if I knew how to lie
But who could love me?
I am out of my mind
Throwing a line out to sea
To see if I can catch a dream"

appearance: See picture above, but add some light brown rabbit ears, a brown rabbit tail, and you have the March Hare.

the kind that bring you home
{{ family and history

deepest darkest secret: He was a total momma’s boy in the real world, and completely adored his two year old brother, Jesse. In this cursed land he now calls home, his darkest secret is of past worlds. Certain ‘feelings’ seem to come up from nowhere, and if he digs deep enough into his soul, he can just barely scratch the surface of visual memory, particularly of a forest, following something.
history: Our boy Ryan, a.k.a. Mikel, grew up being the eldest of four siblings (Him-16; Kyle-11; Micah-6; Jesse-2; when he disappeared into wonderland). Their father died in a car accident when the youngest sibling was in the womb. Being a caring soul, he was used to giving up things to care for his siblings. The classic example of this was the silver locket containing the photo of both his mother and father that he gave to his youngest(and favorite) sibling, Jesse.
Ryan grew up in poverty in a small three bedroom house, living paycheck-to-paycheck from the time his father died. When he was 11, his mother had shaped up, and became an entrepreneur. She started her own small café, which caught lots of business from local tourists. With all the added attention, she joined forces with a local ‘high-roller’, and started to open a few new restaurants in the state. Business boomed, and soon the Marchman family had money to spare, which gained Ryan popularity in his middle school.
Starting high school, he was an honors student. Awkwardly sporting his growing body, he kept his cracking voice hidden, slightly becoming an introvert. Keeping into his room, he learned the joys of meditation, and finding nirvana. He maintained his grades, and kept some extracurricular activities going. As his freshman year came to a close, and summer vacation rolled around, he finally blossomed into a handsome young man. It seemed that with his appearance blossoming, his popularity grew again into the high pedestal it was.
Sophomore year started, and all was well. He was known, and acknowledged; he had good grades. Hell, he didn’t do badly with the ladies either. Come Halloween, while his mother was on a business trip and his brothers safe at friends’ houses, he threw a party. It was huge. Speakers thumped, beer was served-though he didn’t drink any himself-, candy heaped in bowls, and flirting was passed between the teens. As the hour became later, and party-goers dwindled down, what remained of the party decided to join in of a game of truth-or-dare. Ryan’s turn rolled around, and he, thinking of a prank to pull, dared a girl named Taylor to take a grand little visit to the cemetery through the woods near his house. After thirty minutes passed, he was sent in search of her. Proving unfruitful in his desperate search, he began thinking the worst. What if she was murdered? It would technically be his fault. As he searched around the cemetery, the sky decided to open up and let out it’s charge of lightning. And he, now frantic in searching for the girl, ran back into the woods, screaming her name. He tripped, and fell into the mud. Lightning lit the night’s sky, illuminating the sheets of rain that fell from the thunderheads. He tripped and fell again. But this time, right into the rabbit’s hole, and down, down, down into a strange new world.

when home becomes a strange place
{{ other

experience:Lots. I've been rping on the neoboards for a few years, plus long term one on ones, and a few separate forums.
activity time: I get online almost everyday, approx. 2hr sessions
member title:
rp sample:

i'll follow your voice
all you have to do is shout it out

I understand. =3

Psh,

Accepted!

Congrats! This was marvelous!

YESSSS! Thanks a lot. Reallyyyy excited to start this!