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Pinocchio

"Right and Wrong? But how will I know?"

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a character in “Mishap with Disney”, as played by arteech0kee

Description

"Don't ask, but my name is Pinocchio Papitti."
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Disney Character:

Pinocchio

Disney Movie:

Pinocchio

Age:

Eighteen Years Old

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Likes:

  • His Father and Uncle
  • Woodcarving
  • Attention
  • Rewards // Money
  • Lying // Making up Stories
  • Sweets // Particularly Caramel Candy
  • Girls


Dislikes:

  • Being ignored
  • Working
  • Donkeys
  • People who tell on him
  • Scolded // Getting into trouble
  • Not being acknowledged for his hard work
  • Not being rewarded


Weaknesses:

  • Money - If someone were to offer some amount of money for him to do something,
    especially when it's a hefty amount, then he would gladly do so without asking any questions.
  • Selfishness - Often times, there are people he cares so much for, but he would forget
    about them because he would much rather think of himself before others. In situations like getting
    into trouble and he had an accomplice, then he wouldn't hesitate to point the blame to the other
    for the sake of saving his own life.
  • His Father - Anything involving his Father.


Fears:

  • Autophobia- Fear of being alone or of oneself.
  • Claustrophobia - Fear of having no escape and being closed in small spaces or rooms.
  • Athazagoraphobia- Fear of being forgotten or ignored or forgetting.


Personality:

Pinocchio is a walking definition of a bratty, uncontrolled and troublesome boy, and
no matter how much his Father had disciplined him and pleaded for him to be stay well-behaved,
it has failed and he would much rather enjoy the thrill of the chase. He's selfish and greedy, and has
a love for money and rewards, which would often have mixed reviews upon people who are watching
him. Pinocchio's surprisingly very helpful though, he would help only for the exchange of money
or some special appraisal. He's an attention-seeker and quite manipulative through the use of words
and abusing his innocent face to change the minds of the adults. His very few friends know that he's
actually cheerful, and he'd tease, but it was only because he wanted to express that he likes that
particular person. He occasionally flirts, although girls know of his reputation as a naughty child, so he would
often get ignored. He's often seen smiling and laughing wherever he may be.

Pinocchio has phobias about being alone and having no one realize that he exists, which he used
as a reason to his behavior, although everyone probably figured he was that way. He'd much prefer
being surrounded by complete strangers and make friends from then rather than being in a room
with only one or two friends who wouldn't even talk to him. Pinocchio also doesn't like the idea
of being in one room with hardly any means of an easy exit, or in a cave, he's afraid and would end up
having a panic attack.

Other than money, he has a love for wood-carving and sweets and making up stories that
are complete nonsense. But he loves his Father the most and is known to be very over-protective of the man
who makes wooden things for a living, and he would
get angry when people bad-mouth or threaten or harm his Father.


Relationships:
Still in need of some Editing

Code:
♥ = Love Interest
☺ = Friends
≈ = Neutral
☻= Enemy

[]May want to contact the user playing that character to see if they agree, and really think about the personality of the other character. Would they really get along?[]

  • Pinocchio: ♥♥ "Doesn't everyone love me?"
  • Thumper:
  • Mad Hatter:
  • Mowgli:
  • Zazu:
  • Todd:
  • Basil:
  • Genie:
  • Dodger:
  • Lumière:
  • Scar:
  • Randall:
  • Violet:
  • Marie:
  • Maid Marian:
  • Miss Bianca:
  • Jessica Rabbit:
  • Jessie:
  • Dot:
  • Lilo:
  • Kida:
  • Mittens:
  • Ursula:
  • Mother Gothel:

Their History:

In the original tale, an old wood-carver named, Geppetto, carved a wooden puppet
named, Pinocchio, who was brought to life by a Blue Fairy. The Blue Fairy told him he can
become a real boy if he proves himself "brave, truthful, and unselfish". But even with the
help of Jiminy, a cricket who the fairy assigned to be Pinocchio's conscience, the marionette went astray.
He joined a puppet show instead of going to school, he lied instead of telling the truth, and he traveled
to Pleasure Island instead of going straight home. Yet, when Pinocchio discovered that a whale
has swallowed Geppetto, the puppet single-mindedly journeyed into the ocean and selflessly risked
his life to save his Father, thereby displaying that he deserves to be a real boy.

But in the new world, Pinocchio was a real boy, a seventeen-year-old boy who lived with his Father,
Giuseppe, and his Uncle, Jimmy. The three ran a wood-sculpting business that grew less popular over the
time. He grew up without a Mother, so he was raised by both his Father and Uncle since he was young, and
he was an only child, thus the reason of being rather spoiled and bratty, but people would comment that
it was because of Giuseppe's love for Pinocchio that he was allowed to be wild and free. He doesn't believe
that the wood-sculpting business would make ends meat, and he figured that his Father would die bankrupt
and he'd be left with nothing but the business that was dying, thus his reason to living a life of side jobs
and underground deals so that he would make extra money to help with his Father and for himself. Pinocchio
doesn't really tell people why he was being that way because he didn't want his Father to know, but
because he's been doing so since he was twelve years old, he merged that persona with his own and eventually
became the person he secretly was...


Other:

He's actually adopted, and he knows what his real name is, but he just doesn't want to say it. He went on to be
known as Pinocchio because that's what his Father and Uncle called him for as long as he remembered.


Code?

Saturn and Uranus

So begins...

Pinocchio's Story

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Character Portrait: Violet Parr Character Portrait: Miss Bianca Kósa Character Portrait: Bartholomew Basil Character Portrait: Pinocchio Character Portrait: Kathrine Anderson Character Portrait: Dot Ant
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The sun began to dawn and rise upon a new day in Walt Town. Some of the shops were beginning to open at dawn, and the birds arose out of their nests and singing a morning tune. It was another typical morning in this humble little town, where not so humble people lived. Some were loveable. And some were... not so loveable. But they managed to find a way to get along civilly...

Bartholomew Basil


Awoof! Arf! Ark!

The unmistakable feel of a slobbery tongue sliding across his cheek brought Basil out of his short slumber. He blinked his eyes open, coming face to face with his basset hound 'Toby'. He smiled a little before pushing him away, causing him to fall off of Basil's chest and onto the newspaper-skewered floor. "Honestly Toby, have some decency." Basil told his dog, slowly sitting upright and dragging a hand down his face. He had fallen asleep on his couch last night, having spent most of the evening at the library and then laying on his couch working out puzzles from newspapers until about 3am. He never really slept that much. He tended to find that sleep was a waste of time. Why waste time sleeping when he could spend his time working out more puzzles? "You're a smart boy, you don't need to slobber everywhere..." He glanced down to his dog, now rolling around on his back and swatting at his nose. He smiled slightly and then scratched the dopey dog's tummy before getting to his feet and getting dressed into his typical clothes.

This town had been slightly boring for Basil lately. There didn't seem to be any crimes, any mysteries... everyone seemed vaguely happy with what was going on in their lives more recently. No one was being threatened, no one was dying... No nothing. Having a police investigator for this town seemed positively pointless. However, it seemed like that was the only job Basil was good at. Basil attached a lead to Toby's collar and ruffled his ears slightly, tying his scarf around his neck and then walking out the door of his messy home. He walked down the sidewalk, taking a newspaper from a stand and tossing a couple of coins to the owner. He flicked through it and allowed Toby to decide where they went today. After all, it wasn't like he was in a rush to get anywhere. He just needed to walk.

Miss Bianca Kósa


Miss Bianca had been sat by her windowsill, watching the sun rise with a delighted smile. "It's so bootiful. I don't think I could have a better view." she commented, looking around the room and then smiling, before suddenly remembering she was still alone. Her smile faltered a little, before she turned back towards the window and looked at the rising sun. Her hair still sat neatly upon her shoulders, even when she had just rolled out of bed. She found that she was always captivated by the beautiful sights of the town. It was just something that'd always catch her attention. Miss Bianca dived off of her windowsill and then got ready to go outside, changing into a beautiful Purple dress and flat heeled sandals. She let her hair hang in gentle waves and then picked up a purple bag which carried money, a phone, and her makeup. After doing her makeup and spraying herself with perfume, she left her house, heading in the direction of the town centre.

Miss Bianca had always been one to leave her house early. She hoped to meet some of the townsfolk who worked this early in the morning. And if there wasn't, she'd tend to read a book whilst sitting on a bench. Well, she would prefer being able to talk with others, but if no one was around, she didn't mind reading either. Miss Bianca smiled as she walked into town, greeting people and then looking into the windows of some of the shops. She wondered if any of the younger residents of the town, such as Kathrine, Dot, Violet or Pinocchio would be around today. Usually they were in school, or in Kathrine's case, working on the farm. But it was a saturday. Surely they could have at least one day free...

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"There's school today, Pinocchio!"

The sound of his Father's call from downstairs had made him groan. Pinocchio rolled out of bed, his fingers wrestled through his messy light brown hair and followed own to rub his half-closed eyes. He wandered rummaged through his closet and took out a grey shirt and a pair of denim jeans as he dragged himself to the bathroom, taking a pair of boxers along the way as he slammed the door. In the shower, he dozed off a couple of times. He was exhausted because of the night before, which he snuck out of the house and spent most of night doing a task for a some people that earned him a couple more notes into his secret stash. The thought made Pinocchio's eyes open and his lips curved to a grin as he muttered, "Oh, that's right, the money."
Although still half-asleep, he managed to get himself ready, tossing his blue backpack over his right shoulder, slipped his black shoes on and tap, tap, tapped his way down the staircase. Uncle Jimmy and his Father were clearing up the table as they had just finished eating their breakfast, and a plate with a piece of toast smeared with peanut butter and jam was left behind right in the middle. It was a normal routine for the three of them as Pinocchio had always woken up late and took too long in the shower so he never had time for breakfast with his Father and Uncle unless it was a day off school. And for some reason, on that Saturday, there happened to be school, even though it was a weekend and he'd always be working at their shop on weekend. He jogged to the table and lifted his toast, crushing it between his teeth as he greeted his Father and Uncle with a mumble before he jotted out of the door. He realized that if he didn't cut through other people's backyards and a couple of alleyways, he'd definitely be late for school.

Once he made it, Pinocchio let out a relieved sigh as he made it to school with a couple more minutes to spare. The students greeted him, a few more gave him a wave as he walked calmly through the pathway towards his locker. He saw the farm-girl, Kathrine, who owned the locker right next to him. He wasn't shy around her nor was he snobby and they've had their lockers next to each other for most of their time in School, but he and Kathrine only had the occasional chats to pass the time.
"Hey Kathrine," Pinocchio greeted as he opened his locker. "I thought you'd be with Dot," He commented as he tossed a few of the books into the locker, which lightened up his backpack.

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Dot made it to school eventually before the late bell. She walked down the hall and waved at people and looked around for Katherine. She was her morning buddy so that's just how it works out. She stopped at her locker which was two halls down from Pinocchio and Kat's locker. Dot pulled out her sketch book and textbooks. She was top of all of her classes and pretty much took classes with Upperclass men even though she was an underclassmen.

She walked down the hall to see Pinocchio and Kat. She smiled as froendly as possible and fized her shirt as she did. "Hey Kat, Pinocchio." She leaned against the loker waiting for them to finish up. "Sorry about not walking with you Kat. I wanted to walk a longer way." Which was true she took the back way through town instead of cutting through it.

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Pinocchio merely nodded to everything Kathrine was saying. He didn't say much, even though people around the school knew that he was one of the best liars and sweet talker to girls, but with Kathrine and Dot, well, he couldn't really be himself whenever he wanted. He was about to speak until Dot appeared, the girl with the amazing red hair. She was three years younger, but she and Kathrine were always together in the morning, and Pinocchio only ended up with them because of the placement of his locker. He slammed his locker shut and adjusted the strap of his bag that made him lean slightly to the side. He smiled towards Dot as Kathrine seemed to have rushed away without him being able to say goodbye. She ran away and he was left with the younger teen.

"Which way are you going? I'll walk you," Pinocchio politely said as he walked beside Dot, slightly towering over her. He avoided eye contact, waved around the other students who walked passed them towards class. The bell rang a few steps away. When they got to where her class was, he cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck as he mumbled, "Yeah, well, I'll see you later, Dot."
Pinocchio quickly walked away, he felt his cheek tint and warmed up as he made his way through the lines of students towards History class, where he slid in as the second-to-last student and took the usual seat by the window, next to another boy, his best friend behind him and the top girl in the class in front of him. He pulled out a notebook with scribbles on the front, a black pen that he clicked and just tossed to the side. His bag hung from the side of his chair as he leaned forward and saw the teacher enter. The boy looked out the window and hoped for lunch, even though class has just started.

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Katherine rushed off and Dot got to walk to class with Pinocchio, the best liar in the whole school. He was 3 or so years older than her. She was the youngest teen, but it never bothered her. She didn't talk to thw people in the hall trying to get to class before the bell. The bell rang right before they got to her class which isn't unusual, but she would like to be on time once in her life. "Bye Pinocchio. See ya later." With that she walked into the middle of a lecture and took her usual seat in front.

She pulled out her note book and pencil to take lecture notes, but she ended up doodling. As the teacher was explaining the civil war, Dot was sketching so crazy invention she wanted to make. Her brother in law always made inventions and would send her some sometimes.

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Character Portrait: Violet Parr Character Portrait: Pinocchio
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Pinocchio actually listened, well, just the start, before the door opened and there was that black-haired, quiet girl who always seemed to prefer to be on her own for most of the time. He wasn't the type to ignore anyone, but because she had that vibe, he's backed away slowly, hoping that he wouldn't offend her. Though there were days when Pinocchio would want to approach her and ask her what she was up to. His brown eyes eyed the girl while she walked in and went to her seat, and he could hear the top girl in class beginning to whisper to the girl beside her. He slightly furrowed his brows and decided that once and for all, he'd talk to the black-haired girl, although he'd completely forgotten what her name was.

When class was over. Pinocchio threw everything into his backpack, tossed his over his shoulder and quickly stood up before the girl did and quickly brushed passed a few of his classmates, who all gave him a weird look for approaching the girl, and he stood in front of her desk. A smile curved to his lips. "Hey," He greeted. "Want to join me for lunch?" He asked out of the blue. It probably looked weird and unnatural for everyone in the class, considering that he had tendencies of being a complete douchebag, but it wasn't like he didn't care about anyone else.
Gripping onto the strap of his backpack, he waited for her answer. Practically ignoring his best friend's call after he ditched him to talk to her.

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Violet had had a pretty good class, all in all, as once she'd woken up properly she found she was having one of her better days. She'd understood everything the teacher had said without having to go over it a second time in her head afterwards, she hadn't been as tired as she found usual for her, and she'd just about been able to block out all the whispering she could hear being said about her from a few select students in the class. It wasn't an ideal situation, by all means, but as she sank back into her chair while pressing on with her work, she felt her shoulders slump slightly as she began to relax.

However, the relaxing was short lived as the class ended and other students began to shuffle out of the doors, eager to get into the hallways where they could talk and have a good time. Being the perfectionist that she was, Violet continued to scribble down answers that she hoped were sophisticated enough to get her by and out of trouble, which meant that she'd probably be late out of class a lot. But she'd never really minded that much. It was just part of the experience for her.
As she heard a voice from above her, she froze, her head still facing down towards her notebook and her eyes widening slightly. She didn't recognise the voice much, but then again, she wasn't really one for paying attention when it came to that kind of thing. She usually just kept out of everyone's way so they wouldn't need to speak to her to begin with.
Lifting her head up after a few painfully long and agonising moments, she was slightly suprised, to say the least, at who she saw standing in front of her. She knew him now...Pinocchio, one of the boys in her class. She wouldn't have described him as a particularly popular member of the class, but he was in no way an outsider such as she was. He was just...regular. He had people to spend time with, he had friends...friends he'd probably rather be speaking to than speaking to her at this moment of time, she thought.
"...H-hi..." She suprised herself at managing to say, although she still stuttered a little as she felt the blush rise in her cheeks. She couldn't explain why she was this nervous around other people, and it irked her. "And, u-um...sure..."
Tucking one side of her hair behind her ear, she stood up, putting her equipment back into her bag and then slinging it over her shoulder. Her hands then began to subconsciously tug at the bottom of her sleeves, something they always seemed to do when she felt her nerves get the better of her. She just hoped neither Pinocchio or anyone else around would notice. Although, she realised, it would be harder to notice if she at least tried to act happy to hide the nerves, and after a few moments she looked back at him and gave him a small, shy smile.

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It took him a while to remember her name, but once he took a peek at her notebook, he remembered in a flash that he had been talking to Violet. His best friend had always spoken about girls, and he was the one who told Pinocchio all the names of the girls in the school that were of interest, although he couldn't care less about it at all as he was far too busy trying to make some money to worry about getting girls to like him. The only girl he actually kept a stable conversation with was Dot, and occasionally, Kathrine, but that was because he'd see them by the lockers.

"And, u-um...sure..." Violet sounded nervous while speaking to him. It wasn't the first time he'd spoken to her, but he didn't notice how nervous and shy she was when he approached her like that. Tucking his hands into his pockets, he watched her as she prepared to leave. He couldn't help but notice how fidgety and shaky she looked, and the fact that he practically went up to her to ask her to lunch was something rather forward, especially when they weren't that close at all.
"Bye Pinocchio!" Some of his classmates waved, his best friend shook his head with a smug grin as he walked out. Pinocchio only smiled back as he returned his attention back to Violet and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

He wasn't one to be so forward, but because he had to do something during the time in between class, he might as well make a new friend in the school. He wasn't popular, nor did he care about the rankings in the school, but he cared about allies and accomplices which were made through befriending people. While walking out of the classroom, he merely nodded at what she said and replied, "You don't talk much do you?"
Pinocchio smiled at her as he led her to the busy cafeteria, where all the students arranged themselves based on their ranking and groups. He was neutral and regular, so it didn't matter where he sat. He was a bit curious about Violet, however, since he hardly saw her around school.

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Dot finished her math homework and read most of the history book. She closed the textbooks amd made her way to the cafeteria. She was sketching and bumping into people. "Excuse me. Sorry." She kept repeating to people. She took a seat at a table and put the book on the table and was sketching intensely. She erased a few things, but it was finished. She needed to tell some one. She looked around and Kat was stil MIA. She saw Picnocchio with Violet. "Pinocchio! Violet!" He waved to them calling them over.

((Short post))

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Pinocchio saw Dot waving as she sat at the cafeteria table, she looked very ecstatic about something that he couldn't help but smile at her smile. He led Violet towards the table and he took a seat opposite the younger girl. He leaned forward and was about to say something, but Kathrine turned up and he greeted her with a nod. His attention returned back to Dot and asked, "So what's that, Dot?"
He listened to her the whole time, nodding at the things she said. Though he then realized that Violet was with him, he slightly interrupted Dot and Kathrine with a clear of his throat and introduced, "Hey, if you two haven't met, this is Violet."

((Sorry it's short ><))

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When she was led out of the classroom and into the lunch hall by Pinocchio, Violet's nerves only grew more so. She could literally feel her hands shaking by that time, and she knew her cheeks were increasingly growing more red, but could do nothing to prevent such processes brought on by nerves happening. Which she hated.
"...U-um...no, not really..." She replied to him when she managed to bring herself out of her thoughts to hear him say she didn't talk much. "I just...don't have anything interesting to say, most of the time..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, and he prayed he could hear her so she didn't have to repeat it. It was humiliating enough without having to admit what was obvious to her again.
She turned her head towards him to smile slightly, and then blinked when she heard another voice saying her name, her confusing growing as Pinocchio led her over to the owner of said voice. Dot. She knew that much. She didn't spend a lot of time with the other children, but she still knew most of their names. That was one of the advantages of being virtually invisible, if there were any...you just got to know things about those around you. They'd discuss themselves, and she could just fade into the background and listen.
She recognised the girl currently standing with Dot as Kathrine, and gave both of them a polite smile and a small wave as she was introduced, not wanting to open her mouth and say something that would embarrass her in front of them.