Wolf_Bringer_1999 wrote:Name: Jackalier
Gender: "Last time I checked, I was a male~!"
Personality: Jackalier is a bubbly, jester-like Lion Dragon, though he has bad intentions that he hides very well... He loves making people laugh and normally uses his jokes as lures to his "evilly secret" lair. (though, almost everyone knows it's on a mountain. The question is... WHAT mountain~?) He loves riddles and sometimes asks his victims them while he "tortures" them. He is known to be occasionally lovable, however.
Art or story or both:
"Don't look behind you!"
"It's okay.. I'm okay... AAAAAAHHHH!"
"Purine?! PURINE!!!"
The young grey Lion Dragon looked up after being knocked out. He found himself in a circus tent filled with grinning clowns. MAN, did Purine hate those things! But, he also feared them. "Wh-what do YOU all w-want?!" One of the clowns, a lion, smirked. "You're one of US now... Jackalier..." "W-wait. Did you just say Jack-O-Lantern?!" The lion roared. "I said... JACK-A-LIE-ER!!!" "o-oh..." Jackalier flinched and braced himself for the attack that he was just going to get. Suddenly, in the midst of the clown attack, something inside Jackalier snapped. "Heheheh... Ha ha... Hahaha... Hahahaha... Hahahahahahahahahahaa!" Frightened, the clowns ran off. Jackalier smiled crazily, his fur turning circus-like colors. "Jackalier... I like that... It suits me!" He gleefully donned a Joker's Hat and chuckled at the sight of himself, grabbing a stack of cards and picking out a random one. "Ace of Spades." He ruefully replied, then pulled out another card. "Queen of Diamonds." He pulled out card after card until one remained. "The joker..."
Other: Can you draw his Joker's Hat on his head, as well as the Joker card in his paw if I win? ^^
Don't. Look. Behind. You.
<Zomg first edit :'D >
His theme is:
Scarborough Fair on the piano <3
Lyrics:
Are you going to Scarborough Fair:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
On the side of a hill in the deep forest green.
Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown.
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Without no seams nor needle work,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves.
Washes the grave with silvery tears.
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
Tell her to find me an acre of land:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.
General order their soldiers to kill.
And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
And gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Congrats! You win since you put the most effort in your form <3 I will draw the hat and card soon, when i can.
