HANSEL KLEIN !

[Hansel Klein]

I WANT CANDY BUBBLE-GUM AND TAFFY
SKIPTOTHESWEETSHOPWITHMYSWEETHEART,

HANSEL ARTHUR KLEIN.

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{ just because i'm losing doesn't mean i'm lost }[/center]

Name:
"Ah.. it's Hansel. Hansel Arthur Klein. It's very nice to meet you."
Age:
"I'm... sixteen? Sixteen and a few months, I think. Age isn't important."
Race:
"Human. I firmly believe I'm human. I can't be anything else..."
Fairy-Tale:
"Papa once said I reminded him of a boy in a fairy tale about two children and a witch... I believe it was called Hansel and Gretel. Funny, how I've got a sister named Gretel, too."

Don't waste your pucker on some all day sucker
^{If you seek perfection in sugar confection, well there's something new on the scene !}

Weapons/Powers:
"Weapons? Powers? What-- I don't really... I've only got a small pocket knife! I guess you could count intelligence as a power, but I'm not nearly superhumanly smart enough to be considered powerful because of it... Is the ability to look innocent a power? I really--.."
Likes:
"Mm... I like sweets, and pretty girls, and cute boys, and smiles, and laughter, and trying to catch birds. I like the color red, and learning how to speak Spanish, and knowing what to do, and, of course, my sister and my papa. I also like to sing, sometimes; but I'm not very good at it. And dancing? Yes, I like dancing, too... especially dancing in the rain. Singing in the rain, too, at that."
Dislikes:
"Step-mama is number one on this list. She just seems to hate my guts, no matter what I do. Nonetheless, I dislike it when people don't see things my way, or when I'm shown defiance. I don't like being yelled at, or scolded, or the idea of anger. And I don't like being wrong. I don't like ugly people, either. That's why I'm going to marry a pretty girl or a pretty boy and we'll have nice, beautiful babies."
History:
"I was born... a long time ago, but I can only remember up to ten summer-starts back.

The memory I have of long ago is when I was making cookies with mama. They were shaped like me, my mother, my father, and Gretel - who was hardly old enough to pronounce words correctly, being four years old. They were sugar cookies, with little berries for their eyes, and cream for their smiles. I remember biting into them, and smiling, and telling mama that perhaps we could open a bakery someday.

That never happened.

Mama died. It was an illness, not something of worthy mention considering it happened only to my mama, but I suppose that's to be expected - since we lived so far away from the kingdom. Papa said that the solitude would be better, that the clean air would be good for our healths; but with mama's death, Gretel and I ceased to believe in that anymore.

Before mama's death, Gretel and I never walked down the path that led to the village. The only people who went were mama and papa, but after we figured out that the forest was probably no different from the kingdom (mama died in the forest, and people die in the kingdom - there was no place where people lived forever), we decided that going there wouldn't hurt. So we did.

After the mourning period for mama's soul, we waited for papa to fall asleep. Then Gretel and I sneaked out of the house with a bag of rocks, making sure to leave some every few steps forward to keep track of where we were going. Then, when we got to the kingdom, we were pretty overwhelmed. It was nighttime, yes, but there were night markets, and the lights were amazing, and everything seemed so great, so out of this world! It was this that made Gretel and I decide to go there every night, and although we were sleepy in the mornings and had a hard time doing chores since we kept falling asleep, papa didn't seem to mind - so long as we had our tasks done.

And this worked out pretty well, for a while. Then this woman came up to us and asked us where our father was, and why we were out so late, and Gretel and I weren't sure whether we should run away or talk. We weren't taught the concept of 'stranger danger' at that time, and because she looked pretty nice, we decided to take her back with us after our nightly adventures into the kingdom. Papa was surprised about where the woman came from, but we discussed an alibi and the woman said she was a traveling merchant. Cool enough, papa believed us - or maybe he knew we were lying, but didn't mind. The way he looked at this woman was the same way he looked at mama before she died, and Gretel and I weren't sure about what to make of it.

Then, before we knew it, they were married.

From calling her name, we had to call her mama, and that was pretty fine the first few weeks. She was pleasant, but not the same pleasant mama was. Still, she made us sweets when we behaved, and that was pretty good.

Then papa went off one day to hunt, since we needed some meat. Step-mama (which I never called her out loud) waved off to him, like mama used to, but then something mama never did followed soon after. She turned around to us, and she frowned, and she told us to do all these chores. They were chores that she was supposed to do, like the laundry and the sweeping, and she kept yelling that Gretel and I had it easy, that our papa didn't give us responsibilities, that we were lazy children who would never amount to anything. I told her that papa made us do chores, that we had to do things, too, but she said that our chores weren't real work. Picking berries and collecting water weren't real jobs, she said. Step-mama brought us down and yelled at us.

And this happened a lot. Everytime papa left, step-mama would do the same thing, and then she started hitting us when we did things wrong. Sometimes, late at night, I heard her talking to papa about how Gretel and I do nothing but take up space, and it would be best if he left us in the forest, and although papa stood his ground more often than not, I knew his arguments were getting less and less passionate. And it broke my heart, to think that papa might actually agree with her, so I decided to run away.

I was a teenager, and, in fact, I could boast a single chest hair! I was old enough to fend for myself. I told Gretel this, and she told me to stay, and I told her she could come with me if she wanted to - but she said no. She couldn't leave papa even if she wanted to, and we fought, and before she could say anything I picked up my satchel and left.

It's been... a while since then. Maybe two or three years, since there're some annual things I've seen. I live in the kingdom, now, as an apprentice. I don't build weapons, or sharpen them, or anything of that sort - rather, I'm an apprentice for cooking. I work on Cotton Candy Lane, at Ginger Snaps, and I'm doing okay. Sometimes I miss papa and Gretel more than I can bear, but I know that I've got to do this. When I get money, and I get powerful, I'll come back and bring step-mama to justice; and papa and Gretel will be saved. That's my ultimate goal.

I just hope it comes true."

Who can take a rainbow, wrap it in a sigh
^{Soak it in the sun and make a groovy lemon pie !}

OOC Name:
On the chatbox, I'm GU3ST. c: But you can call me Guest, Guestie, Es, Gue, and various other nicknames. I am also not against being called 'Master', if you so wish.
RP Experience:
Three years, kthx.
Custom Title:
defected ecstasy ☆
[font=georgia][size=1][i]defected ecstasy[/i] ☆[/size][/font]
Password:
Lollipop Bubblegum Monkey Joseph Gordon-Levitt Licorice!
Sample RP:

It seemed everyone was enjoying themselves tonight, everyone but a little pig that kept scampering about. But of course, said little pig was, by all means, little - and hardly anyone paid attention to it. The question, of course, was why this pig refused to turn into its human(oid) form, but that question was best off left unanswered. Or, rather, the pig would rather not answer you at all.

Little Buta was in his pig form mostly because he was hiding. He'd had a job to do, and he'd done it, as is expected of a messenger with his determination, but that didn't mean he did it well. It turned out that he was late by three days to get the message sent, and he was particularly not looking forward to the chastising (or yelling) that normally followed this. Not only that, but he had ended up somehow getting the wrong message sent. Buta couldn't blame his lack of sleep, considering he rarely got any sleep to begin with, and it wasn't the reason for his performance, and he couldn't blame someone else for his misdeeds. Everyone knew of Buta's notorious ability to get lost, to forget to lock doors, and to basically... screw things up without meaning to. They didn't know that he had the ability to switch messages accidentally, though, and Buta figured that it'd be best if it remained that way.

That was why he was in his pig form, scampering and hiding. Some people knew that he was the pig spirit (or, rather, everyone who worked at the bathhouse did), and he knew that this would end up futile in the end. Considering the festivities were practically amazing, and Buta ironically felt like stuffing his face the first chance he got, he'd probably end up not being hidden the whole night like he planned.

In fact, when he passed by a booth that had the game for scooping up fish, Buta stopped running altogether and stared for a good five minutes with his little pink nose twitching.

Yes, he'd probably end up getting into his human form anyway. The festival was practically beckoning him!

Buta just hoped nobody stepped on him while he ran. But knowing his luck, someone probably would.

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THE CANDY MAN CAN 'CAUSE HE MIXES IT WITH LOVE
AND MAKES THE WORLD TASTE GOOD!

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