Now this was just FUN! *Totally doesn't mind if she doesn't win, had fun playing with Tock*
Full Custom Form Name: Pauline, AKA “Polly wanna cracker?”
Age: 4-5 years old (By the third day she'll be talking a mile a minute)
Ethnicity/Breed: Phoenix girl
Eye Colour: Brown or gold, depending on her mood
Hair Color and Style: Her hair is red and gold, like fire, and moves like fire when she’s about to lose her temper. It’s shoulder length at its longest. She likes to chop it off pretty often.
Clothing: Hand made sleeveless shirts with lace up collars, Capri length pants, and a sash around her waist. She runs around barefoot all year round. She steals her Dad’s big plumed hat all the time, even if it looks silly on her. She could also have a bandanna/head wrap thing over her hair, probably not red, though.
Accessories: An old fashioned, one shot pistol (once she’s older), hoop earrings, a giant ruby on a golden chain necklace that she, once again, got from her dad.
Any Body Art?: Freckles! Especially over her nose. She could have her dad’s hook and clock hand symbol (shaped like the “Sickle and Mallet” design) tattooed on her shoulder, if you wanted.
Personality: She’s a hellion, and is more apt to be running all over the place rather than doing what she’s supposed to be doing. She acts like a boy, and until she gets boobs she’s going to pass herself off as a boy. Even then she’ll probably STILL act like a boy. She’s got a huge grin, usually when she’s about to do something mischievous.
Reference Images: Not really an image, but, her theme song is "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" by Queen [
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This thing called love I just can't handle it
This thing called love I must get round to it
I ain't ready
Crazy little thing called love
This thing (this thing)
Called love (called love)
It cries (like a baby)
In a cradle all night
It swings (woo woo)
It jives (woo woo)
It shakes all over like a jelly fish
I kinda like it
Crazy little thing called love
There goes my baby
She knows how to rock 'n' roll
She drives me crazy
She gives me hot and cold fever
Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweat
I gotta be cool, relax, get hip
And get on my track's
Take a back seat, hitch-hike
And take a long ride on my motorbike
Until I'm ready
Crazy little thing called love
This thing called love I just can't handle it
This thing called love I must get round to it
I ain't ready
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love yeah yeahAnything Else?: Wings are totally optional. You could make the feathers come from her arms, or do the back wings, or no wings at all. Or if you’d rather give her head wings, I wouldn’t mind, whichever you think looks best. In fact I’d be perfectly happy if you just rolled with the basic idea and made her however you pictured her. She’ll probably be a pyromaniac, though, as well as a kleptomaniac. She loves to steal her dad’s things, and her dad loves jewels. I might also mention that she’s a bit on the small side. Think 5’2-3 at full growth.
Her father is Austin Tock, a 6’5”, 400lb gator man who is captain of the Jolly Rodger. He’s a badass on the surface, but goofy underneath. That’s how he got into this situation in the first place.
You flipped a coin in to a well, and you magically received a baby. How do you deal with this crisis? Did you always want a child, or was this a flippant wish gone wrong? How do you tell your family you've finally (or suddenly) adopted? And how does your cabbage child react to you?It was whispered among all the people on Never Neverland Island that there was a special wishing well just at the base of the Troll Mountains. Mostly, though, it was just fairies that told the tale, and that was because they wanted people going there instead of to their little orchard. But every once in a while someone was naïve enough to believe that it really worked.
In fact, the fairies whispered, watching as the large gator man made his way through the trees that made up the small forest at the base of the mountains, one of the naïve idiots was heading that way right that instance. And he looked quite embarrasses by it, to say the least.
Tock glanced right, then left, swearing he heard whispers from the trees around him. He scowled, tightening his hold on the pistol in his pocket, as if he had actually remembered to load the thing. He hadn’t, of course, it wasn’t Wednesday and therefore he didn’t expect to see any of the lost boys attacking him at random. But they might, he realized a bit belatedly, since he was on their turf for once. “Dammit,” he muttered. “I knew I was forgetting something…”
It wasn’t that he really believed the wishing well tale, he told himself as he shoved his hands deeper into the huge pockets of his longcoat. It was just that he had a bit of free time on his hands and there was no harm in trying. “Yeah,” he said, once again talking to himself because it covered the sounds of whispering, “No harm in trying.”
That statement was met by laughter from the trees. “Oh shut it, would you?” he snapped. The woods went silent and he nodded. “That’s better.”
He swore he heard another giggle. He ignored it this time, because he could see the wishing well in the distance. It sure didn’t look magical, he thought as he took in the moss growing up the side and the worn looking bucket sitting on the rim. But hell, he was already there.
Unconsciously he sped up, his long, muscular legs eating up dirt until he was staring down into the pool, a little grin on his face. “Made it,” he said, once again congratulating himself for a job well done. Then he shook his head, telling himself it wasn’t the time. “Alright, well, listen up, and listen good, because I’m here to make a wish.”
There was no reply. He waited for one though, long enough for it to get awkward. “Oh, right, fine, don’t ask what it is. Not that I care,” he muttered, a slight purple flush across his cheeks.
“Okay, well, and I’m going to be very specific here, got it? I want a girl. Not just any girl, and especially not a mermaid, got it? None of those fish tails or s**t. I want a real babe. And she’s got to be hot, remember this now, I’m talking smoking hot! And beautiful! Definitely has to be beautiful. But most importantly, and listen hard to this one, she has to adore me. I’m talking total and utter devotion, no cheatin’ with other guys, no talkin’ bad about me behind my back. I want loyalty, got it?”
There was still no reply from the well, but he didn’t care. He let go of the gun in his pocket and dug out a big, shiny gold coin to toss into the well. Then he hesitated and reached up, tugging off his large ruby necklace and tossing it into the well as well.
The ruby plopped into the water, sending a ripple off of it before the water went still again. Tock stared down at the water for a long, long moment, as if expecting something to happen. Then he snorted and turned away. “Waste of a necklace,” he muttered as he started to walk away.
A tiny little sound came from behind him. He went perfectly still, obviously still willing to believe even though it hadn’t looked to work. Slowly he turned, his eyes widening in shock at the sight of the tiny kid sitting there in front of the well, her wild red and gold hair tangled in her face. For a moment he swore she was on fire, but he shook his head, dismissing it as a trick of the light.
The girl reached up, shoving the hair out of her face. Something bounced off her stomach and his eyes instinctively fell on the gem. It was his necklace. The same one he had thrown into the well.
“What… the… hell,” he finally said, earning a gap-toothed smile from the little girl.
“Daddy!” she exclaimed, getting to her feet awkwardly and almost falling over again.
“This is not what I asked for!” Tock bellowed at the sky, even as his own words flashed through his mind. Babe… smoking hot… girl—“Dammit, I knew I should have used the word ‘woman,’” he added darkly as the tiny little girl toddled over, wrapping her arms around his leg and nuzzling his thigh.
“Daddy!” she repeated.
“Whoa, whoa, whoaaaa,” he said, trying to shake her off without hurting her. “I’m not ready to be a father! Hell, I’m not ready to be an adult, to be honest! Look, maybe we could just… I don’t know… put you back in the well, huh?”
He reached down, picking her up by the armpits and she promptly clung to him, making little happy cooing sounds. He even made it two entire steps to the well before he groaned loudly. “Okay already!” he growled. “Okay, I get it, but I swear,” he said, pointing at the well with narrowed eyes, “that if I EVER get a cannon with a long enough range I’m going to blow you into smithereens. Smithereens, got it?”
“Smith-ew-eens!” the little girl repeated cheerfully, mimicking him and pointing at the well. “Smith-ew-eens!!”
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She was walking by the time they got back to the ship, her tiny little legs stretching to mimic his arrogant stride, her jaw squared, her head held high. It looked like Tock was ignoring her, but the moment she started to trip she was lifted a foot off the ground and put down again on the other side of the object. Then he went back to “ignoring” her. “Tom!” he belted out. “Lower the plank!”
“Aye—ah, Captain?” Tom asked, still holding the plank and staring at the girl blankly. “What’s that?”
“What’s what?” Tock asked, not even glancing at the girl. She stopped as he did, mimicking his stance and crossing her arms over her chest. Even her expression was like his, a tiny little scowl that clashed horribly with her adorable face.
“Yer… ah… friend?” Tom asked.
Tock looked down. “Hell if I know,” he admitted. “Now lower the plank!”
“Ah, aye aye, Cap’n,” Tom said, lowering the plank. Tock walked up first, and the little girl followed, looking as if she had every right in the world to do so. “So… does she have a name?”
For a long moment Tock looked blank. “What’s a good pirate name for a bird girl?” he finally asked. “Oye! Someone bring me some food! I’m starving here!”
“Aye, cap’n!” A platter was brought out a moment later, laden with fruits and crackers. The little girl stared at the platter longingly, and started to reach out.
“Want a cracker?” Tock asked. Then inspiration struck. “Polly?”
As a whole the crew bit back a groan.
Custom pet: It’s got the body of a ring-tailed lemur, the face of a red panda, and two striped tails! Wings are completely optional, but these little guys are a lot smaller than either creature, about the size of a large mouse or a small rat. They love fruit, cheese, and peanut butter (if they know what that is, that is). They like to climb trees, and have been known to throw things at people passing by underneath them.
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Monday (Yet another little scene)
Monday was swimming day. It was all written up in Tock’s mental schedule, and the finding of the bird girl was not going to get in the way of his swimming. He stood on the plank of the Jolly Rodger, wearing nothing but a white loincloth as he stared down into the water. It looked as if he was going to dive in gracefully.
He took one step forward, moving like a dancer, then another, bouncing once, and promptly… cannonballing in with a rebel yell. The splash was so hard that it drenched half of the deck, and a few of the sailors.
“Cap’n’s feeling like himself again,” Tom said.
“Aye,” Jake agreed. “Tis—“
They both jerked as a high pitched rebel yell rocketed through the air, just in time to see a butt-naked Polly jump in after her “dad.”
“D’ya know if she can swim?” Tom asked.
“Not a clue,” Jake admitted.
“DAMMIT POLLY!!” they heard Croc bellow. “DON’T JUMP IF YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO SWIM!!”
“I take that as a no,” Tom said before going back to his net mending. He didn’t even look up as the large gator man climbed up the rope ladder with the naked and soaking wet little girl under his arm.
“Henry! Get me another loincloth!” Tock yelled, almost dumping the slippery, giggling little girl on her head. “Hold still you little brat. Just whose idea was it to let her run around bare-a** to the world?” he demanded of the crew.
Nobody replied, looking away as if they were extremely busy doing their chores. Tock muttered something dark, sitting down on a closed vat of ale and putting the girl right side up. “No running around naked,” he lectured her, shaking a finger in her face.
She shook her finger in his face, looking just like him. “No runnin nakie,” she repeated, as if SHE was the one lecturing HIM.
“I’m not the one naked,” he muttered, earning a wide, almost blinding grin from the little girl before she tried to slip loose. “No you don’t!” he said, blocking her escape with his huge arms.
“Your loincloth, Cap’n,” Henry said, handing over the long strip of white cloth to the gator man. Tock grunted and started wrapping it around the little girl, bringing it between her legs and up a few times so it covered her non-existent chest in an impromptu swimsuit. Then he tied it off behind her neck.
“There,” Tock said, standing up. Then he headed to the plank again, diving off of it like a first rate pro. The rest of the crew weren’t surprised in the least as the little girl chased after him, cannonballing in once again, with yet another rebel cry.
“Huh…” Tom said. “She must have liked that one better.”
“Aye,” Jake agreed.
“POLLY!!”
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