Winston Cornick

where's the orchestra?

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wasn't this supposed to be a musical?[/font]

Introduction[/font]
You will know me as Winston Cornick.
As of now, I am forty-three years of age, but I appear to be five years old. My birthday falls on the third of March. Every year.

I am male.

I appear to be human, from the planet Earth. However, due to my frozen appearance, I suspect that I am something out of this world.

Appearance[/font]
Despite my ripe age, I'm trapped in the body of a five year old boy.

I stand at roughly three feet tall, a bit on the plump side. I have very little muscle mass, despite exercising quite frequently.

My hair is a mess of brown-blonde and kept short. It sits upon my head and borders my face, which, I must admit, is quite sweet and innocent-looking. My cheeks are always rosy and my eyes are wide and brown. It's very hard to be taken seriously with such a face.

Anyway, most of the time, I can be found in old jumpers and slacks. It's not often that I can find clothes to fit me and when I do, many people ask to help me find my mother. It's rather annoying.

Personality[/font]
I consider myself to be extremely mature. I'm serious and strict, frowning upon those who would rather spend their time waltzing about the neighborhood. I make the rules, I follow the rules and heaven help anyone who does not do the same.

Despite my harsh way of managing things, I'm actually a big softie, I promise. I like to help people, as long as they're the right people.

History[/font]
The first ten years of my life are hazy. I have no recollection of being a child. The earliest memory I have is of a burning ball of gas, which I assume was the sun. There was a stink in the air and it was hard to breathe, but, as I said before, my memories of childhood are hazy.

I awoke in a dumpster when I was eleven-ish, still looking as I do now. I consider that my first day of life.

And for the past thirty-two years, I've been wandering. Mostly Earth, though I've explored a few other places too. The "456", as humans call them, tried to take me back in 1965. I escaped their ship shortly after arriving back on their home planet. Lived there for a few years, avoiding their tubes and such. At one stage, I was investigated by a group of humanoid cats.

Dimple[/font]
Dimple is my dog. He goes everywhere with me and listens when no one else will. He was once a young pup, but now he's quite old.

Despite being afraid of heights, loud noises and often weightlessness, he never fails me. Quite a few times, Dimple has helped me in dire situations. I remember one time, he actually chased off a bunch angry Foamasi. I had accidentally trespassed on some of their sacred areas, but they didn't know what a dog was and ran off.

I love Dimple.

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