You want to know a bit more about me. I am flattered, but also one to tell extraordinary lies But lies backwards are incredible truths .It's whether or not you can see past the facade to know whether or not the lie is in fact one or in fact a truth.

Memories are infallible as well as people We shape and mold ourselves to model the perfect image of ourselves .We change ourselves to be more appealing to others. We lie to make ourselves appear more attractive to others, more palpable. We want to be loved and cherished. They see no problem in those little attractive lies. But I am none of those things.

I prefer games. What type of games. You want to know. Sadly if I told you, then how would I win and you lose.. And how has any of this helped you determine the type of person I am. Well that's all for you to figure out, why I already told you what I was not. It's up to you to determine then what I am.

Born December 31st in Belgium in Germany he was his parents ,Maria and Han Sänger, belated Christmas gift and the New Year to an additional family member. He was not their only child, and he was not their first. His sister was born three years prior to his birth. Though Han would always secretly find having a boy the happiest moment of his life.

Han was a military father, his father before him was in the military, and his father’s father was also in the military. Having strong soldiers in the house was very important. You could never mistake if you simply followed all the strict rules. It wasn’t just a military standard in the household, it was a religious standard as well.

This influenced by the fact that his sister Emilia and him were both baptized at three months of age. They went to a well established Catholic school, that taught both standard ed and religious discipline. His father would have it no other way.

Ross life had been planned out before him. His father always warned him of the story about Noah and the whale. Rejects God’s plan and there would be Hell to pay. Rejects God’s plan and there would be a storm for you to atone, either by turning back and doing what God wants or going to Hell for not devoting oneself to God’s plan.

But Ross always had a difficult time discerning what was God’s plan and what was his father’s plan. He always say he was acting in God’s favor. If it were up to his father he would have went to Catholic school, straight into military school, went off to be in the military and gain a soldier’s life. The best way of becoming a man.

Emilia’s life wouldn’t have been much different. Her mother’s plan was the same plan she had herself in life. Find a man, fall in love, get married, make a child, and have a family. Emilia was the first to reject such a notion. Her father claimed the modern world was poisoning her mind, all this talk about being strong independent and sexually liberated was all just a bunch of modern nonsense constructed to tempt the young to the devil’s work.

His father warned them of the temptations of homosexuality, he had lived through it, through the 60s, 70s, and 80s.

Maria wasn’t much different from her husband. She was strictly devout and believed in traditional roles of man and woman, something her mother taught her, and her mother’s mother taught her. The contemporary lifestyle was filled with debauchery, casual sex, promiscuity, and other devious acts she found unappealing for her taste.

Ross could have continued to be the good child. Stayed on board of the destiny chosen for him by his God, or was it his father’s plan told to him through God. He was unsure. But Ross was smart and educated, he was a curious child, who liked to discover. While he believed in God he met other kids who did not.

His mother saw that as corruption. His father lectured him strictly on how those children were wrong. When he was seventeen and it was time to decide for himself, whether he was going to be the child who remained on the good path, the righteous path, chosen for him, or if he was going to take a boat and ride out into the ocean waves of finding oneself a new fate.

He chose the latter. Ross had always been someone who loved animals and nature, he believed they worked in tandem with God’s power. He decided he wanted to be a veterinarian. He wanted to believe that God’s plan was different for him. His father did not take the news so well, and his mother didn’t say much she had always gone with the man’s choice when it came to the household. Because Ross was Han’s son, it was a conflict between two men.

“You have two options. You go to military school as it was planned for you, as I went to military school. Or you’ll have to find somewhere else to live to support yourself indulgence. First your sister and you. Who do you think you are?”

Ross chose the latter. Leaving the house to pursue his dreams. Some could argue it was Ross who rejected his family. But others could argue that a parent should support their child no matter their choices. Ross never had the support to explore anything else that didn’t follow his father or mother’s view of how things should be.

He moved as far from Belgium as he could, to England, where he roomed with a cousin. His parents never provided him support, even when he tried to contact them, and invited them to his college when he graduated. They completely ignored his calls or him in general. When he went to visit his father and mother to show his certification, they simply closed the door in his face. Even if he rejected them first, they gave him the cold shoulder last.

At twenty-two he had good connections with friends from college, but friends was all he had. Family had abandoned him, or it felt like it. He was able to find a job through good contacts and networks and eventually ended up in a family owned pet clinic, starting off as a veterinarian assistance. He burrowed himself into learning more, working and gaining more education. He tried to ignore the family drama at work or the fact that everyone had a family to even love.

Some claimed that he was always a little distant at too work. Too afraid to come close to people personally. He was fine lending aid to others, but not letting others into how he felt. It was the beginning of him closing off his world. All though he always had room for God and had time for those he cared for.

It wasn’t until he was twenty-four that he let down his walls to a woman, Natalie. Natalie came into the family business much the way he came into the family business, through some small little connection that made it even plausible for her to do so. It started off at first with a few workplace glances, but they started off as coworkers and friends.

They got along well, worked well together, seemed to know what was on each other’s mind. Ross manager had always been a casual woman who treated her coworkers more like family whether or not they wanted her to do so. She encouraged Ross to go on a date with Natalie six months after they met. The date went off well and while Natalie was not as faithful as he was, he was accepting it because of the friends he made back in college and in Belgium who did not believe in God, he saw no reason to spite or hate them.

As their relationship grew, so it seemed Ross came a little out of his little emotionally shell he had designed for himself. Engaging more in conversations and seeming to make better friends. At twenty-six the family practice was under siege when a woman claimed a malpractice suit on the clinic, after her dog died in surgery. It cost the clinic investigations and eventually something that Ross would not foresee in his future.

He had moved in with Natalie not too long ago. They were happy, in love. There were arguments, but nothing no true couple could get over and work out. And there would always be things they may have not agreed upon. But they worked well with compromises. Everyone believed them to be a couple that would have a future with each other.

And he took the plunge at twenty-seven. They lived together, worked together, loved each other, balanced each other. She made him come out in a ways he had never come out and he made her closer to the natural environment. Made her think about the world in a spiritual way, perhaps not a Godly way, but certainly brought some sense of spirituality to her life. Of course it was going to be a simple and easy answer was it not.

He asked her to marry him in September 1st. Natalie told him, No. She gave no reason why. She didn’t tell him why. She wasn’t cheating on him. Having an affair. They were happy? Was it something he missed? Was she unhappy? She reassured him she was not unhappy with him, but she would not marry him.

They didn’t argue about it. He had never been pushy, would never force someone to do something they didn’t want. He didn’t understand. And when he didn’t understand he always turned to his faith. Soon after Natalie moved out. Then she stopped working at the clinic. Then she stopped calling.

Not soon after he lost his job at the clinic as well. They never recovered from the publicity of the malpractice. They had too few customers, too few payments, and the court bills had the clinic losing money rather than making money. Some would say he had been grieving when Natalie left and losing the job did him no good, but Ross wasn’t entirely ready to give up. He strapped on his perseverance and began looking for work at another clinic.

No one wanted to hire a veterinarian who came from a clinic with an alleged malpractice claim in their history. Even if he wasn’t the one who performed the surgery, even if his name wasn’t in the court cases, how could they trust his training and years of work from that clinic?

He tried though. Scraping by on hard times. At twenty-eight, near half a year search he was beginning to feel the weight and pressure of not being able to find work. Any kind of work. Fast food and retail work was not what his education was qualified for. He was qualified for more, but stigma and word of mouth left him isolated and alone.

Was this punishment from God? Had he found his whale? Was God’s plan then for him to follow in his father’s footsteps? Would that have made God happy? His father happy.

With what little cash he got by he came back to Belgium to request his parents assistance. To beg for their forgiveness and allow him to stay with them for a little while. Hans scoffed. And closed the door on him a third time in his life.

At twenty-nine it seemed like a wall of depression that he had kept at bay for many years had finally began to break that defense down. Flooding his mind. Despair overtaken him. And what does he do? He ask for God’s guidance. But at the back of his mind, holding a door open was a demonic thought. The one that told him to give up. He wasn’t worth anyone’s time, love, that not even God loved him. That he was a burden and a waste of space. In his mind that had once been a chapel, had become a catacomb, a fortress of desperate thoughts.

And whenever Ross had always had these hard times. Going from friend house to friend house willing to help him out because of how much he had done for them. He turned to God. Again and again. Begging for him to give him a sign, to help him, ask him how he can defeat the demon speaking in his thoughts. He sought the priest, he sought God. But they all had the same answer.

“Suicide is a sin”

“Do not listen to the demon’s temptations”

“Clearly you are not praying hard enough or else God would have sheltered you,”

No answers. Just silence. And a dark wall beginning to consume him. He was falling deep into a shadow and knew he was being tested and couldn’t defeat the beast in his mind. He hated himself. He despised who he was. He didn’t want to live any more. Why did it matter? Those who loved him, left him. And God the one he turned to the most and loved the most, remained silent, and left him.

I am not worth anything. So why does God matter? Clearly he believes I am worth nothing as well. Or else he wouldn’t have put forth all of these obstacles. What could I have done to not deserve his punishment? What should I have done differently?

I want to die. I want to die.

Looks: Luka can easily be mistaken for a girl. He’s short and thin, with abnormally wide hips for a guy. His face is round, and he has soft, feminine features. He has pale blue eyes and short, fluffy blond hair. His wardrobe doesn’t help with discerning his gender; he wears almost exclusively clothing made for women (thankfully, he’s small enough to fit in most women’s sizes). He hasn’t graduated to wearing skirts and dresses just yet, but he likes wearing bows in his hair and sometimes experiments with makeup. Luka’s favorite kind of outfit is an oversized sweater with shorts, thigh high stockings, and boots. He mostly wears soft pastel colors with accents of black.



Personality: Luka puts out a certain image, looking cute and innocent and normally keeping to himself and daydreaming. During free time, he can usually be found staring into space or writing in a notebook, in a world of his own. He tends to form strange thoughts from out of nowhere that only make sense to him. As a result, he confuses people frequently by laughing to himself at nothing. When you talk to him, Luka shows a very different side of his personality. He’s sarcastic, with a strange sense of humor. If you assume what he’s like based on his appearance, you’ll be very surprised when he comes at you with dirty jokes and creative vulgarities. Luka is quiet at first, but if someone else initiates a conversation, he’s quick to show his true strange nature.



History: Milo and Eliza Young had very nearly built a perfect life. Milo worked in an office and made enough money for both of them, and Eliza stayed home and took care of the kids, Violet and Luka. They lived in a good neighborhood, the kids got along well, and they were the envy of their peers. The only thing that wasn’t exactly as they imagined was their son.

Luka was always different than the other boys. He was quiet and solitary, preferring to read or write than play outside. He seemed to prefer clothing and toys meant for girls, and even willingly played dress-up with his older sister. His parents expected him to grow out of it in a few years, but he didn’t. He caught plenty of criticism from parents and peers both, but Violet always supported him. She told him that when someone doesn’t like who you are, just keep being yourself, if just to make them angry.

In high school, most of Luka’s classmates stopped caring about his style, and while he stayed his quiet self, he was friendly enough to have a positive reputation around school. He stayed close with his sister; in fact, when he realized he was attracted to boys, she was the first person he told (plus, she agreed to never tell their parents). Whenever Mom and Dad gave Luka shit about his clothes or mannerisms, Violet always came to his defense. Things changed, though, when Luka was 17 and Violet moved out to live on her own.

Without his sister around, Luka was subjected to the full force of his parents’ expectations. They got in arguments almost every night, and Luka rebelled even more. He fell in with a group of friends that his parents didn’t approve of. His new friends were known stoners, and he started smoking as well, finding that it gave him inspiration for his writing. The group often met at a relatively unknown campsite in the woods where they would sit around the fire and get high together. After they all graduated high school, their meetings became more frequent, but so did Luka’s fights with his parents. After a particularly harsh argument left him in a rotten mood, he left to meet his friends again, hoping to cheer himself up. Things were different this time, though. One of them had gotten their hands on some shrooms.

Luka had read up on the effects of Psylocibin mushrooms and had wanted to try them at least once in his life. He was interested in experiencing the creativity and visions that came with them, so he gladly accepted. While waiting for the drug to kick in, one of his friends made a joking comment about his feminine clothing. Normally, he would have laughed and followed it up with a jab of his own, but he was still on edge from fighting with his parents, so he reacted defensively. This lead to an argument, and Luka got up and walked away in no direction in particular.

As he got farther away from his worried friends, he felt electricity under his skin. His friends’ cries of his name started to warp in his perception until they stopped sounding like speech at all. He could almost feel the life around him, the trees seemed to be breathing, and the fireflies started splitting in two and filling the air. He saw colors more beautiful than anything he had ever seen before, and soon enough, his bad mood had entirely washed away. He had no idea where he was, and he didn’t care. He wished everyone could experience this. The world would be a much better place.

While he was distracted by the visions, Luka slipped on some wet leaves and fell. He slid down a hill, disoriented, and his hallucinations turned more sinister. He could have sworn that the pattern of the fireflies rushing past him looked like faces looking right at him. The next thing he felt was cold, and wet. He remembered the stream he had fallen into, but as his body was submerged, he couldn’t remember it ever being deeper than his ankles. Panicking, he let out a breath and the bubbles that burst from his mouth led him to the surface.

When he climbed back onto the shore, he felt different. He no longer felt the electric charge in his body, and he was much more mentally present. He didn’t feel high anymore, but what he saw didn’t make any sense. He swam through a four-inch deep stream and came out completely dry, in an unfamiliar place.

It was like a dream world, except he was sure he was awake.



Crush: Open to any cute boys (･ω<)☆
Other: Luka likes to write stories, mostly surreal fantasy and horror. He’s going to get a lot of inspiration from Wonderland.
He loves pastries, cats, and aliens.
He’s never dated anyone, but he’s definitely looking.

Played by: @knifeman

Nickname: Di, Tigger (The Counterpart to her brother's Eeyore.) Captain Caveman (Thanks, Cyrus.)

Gender: Female

Age: 21



Dinah is a young woman who sits a little on the tall side at around 5'10, and has a slender build that suggests she's not a stranger to physical activity. Indeed a lot about her suggests she spends much of her time outside. She has tanned skin with a liberal scattering of freckles, dirt under her fingernails, and hair that more astute people might call 'tousled'; more blunt individuals might be more apt to call it 'a rat's nest'. The hair in question is a light brown, sometimes contains a leaf or two, and more often than not tied into a loose french plait as a means to keep it at least relatively under control.

Her clothing tends to reflect her rather laissez-faire attitude towards fashion. That is between growing up without a lot of money, and having a lack of inclination to put herself out to hide that, Dinah has always taken the path of least resistance when finding something to wear. In one of those 'make sure you wear clean underwear in case you get hit by a car' scenarios, she happened to drop into a parallel world of wonder and madness in a T-shirt for a band she'd never even heard of, that she stolen from her brother's laundry pile. The outfit had also included denim shorts, and a pair of sneakers that had the left repaired with an attractive stripe of pink duct tape. It was not her best look. Indeed the only thing Di has that she really seems to value is a small, silver pendant, a St Christopher's medal. The patron saint of travellers. Not really without meaning in her position. She was, after all, going very far from home...right?

People have always called Dinah, in any different ways, both positive and negative, a bit...feral. Not a forest-dwelling wolf-child obviously... but someone who, in her younger years, only got invited to friends' houses once. She's not unaware of the rules society tends to live by, but she's never paid them a lot of mind. The young woman has long forgone acting in a certain way for the purpose of social contract. She eats with her hands, speaks without a massive amount of filter, fails to consider personal bubbles, and sees nothing wrong with the prospect of skinning game on a dining table.

Fortunately though, this is tempered by a sense of empathy on Dinah's part. Wherever it came from, compassion is inherent to the young woman and she doesn't really enjoy upsetting people. This can, at least in the short term, keep a lid on her chaotic tendencies. Right up to the point where her principles get her into trouble, there's a lot of that.

One of Dinah's biggest roadblocks in life is that she is a slacker. She has never really applied herself to any distinct path in life and, whilst far from stupid, had pretty awful school grades. The directionless nature of Miss Fox has, perhaps, a little less to do with lack of interest, and more to do with belief that she's really not worth anything greater. Whilst Dinah is pretty chipper on the surface, this can sometimes mask a low sense of self-worth that expresses itself in unexpected ways.

Whilst a bit on the wild-side, Dinah has been much-grounded in the real world, and is finding the adjustment to Wonderland a tiny bit of a learning curve. She's quite used to exploiting natural laws and can take some frustration when things defy it. In part it's down to Dinah's sense of foreboding at the abstract and unreasonable. Madness, true departure from reality and reason, bothers her. To adjust she would need to face the fear of becoming like her parents.



Instability.
That was probably the keyword for all of Dinah's history.
In more that one sense of the word.

Born in some rundown Appalacian town, Dinah was born into a family with a history.

They'd always said that the Fox family had something...off about them. Ever since the hot August evening in 1876 when Ezekiel Fox took a hatchet to his wife behind their farmhouse.

Course that was only a silly urban legend. Madness didn't run in a bloodline. It was nothing but one man snapping.

The Foxes had always made that quite clear... up until the time Matthew Fox and his wife took off in their car one afternoon, put on cheap plastic animal masks, held up the local bank with a sawn-off shotgun and disappeared for good. Then the clan became much quieter on the matters.

They left no note, no phone call, no explanation of why they'd done what they'd done. What they did leave behind was two children. Cyrus and Dinah.

The two siblings spent their childhoods being shunted around between various peripheral family members. The Fox family in all its branches liked to take care of their own messes, and really did not want to bring social services into the mix, but few of them had a lot to spare and even fewer had a lot of patience for the antics of the two. Cyrus took himself as a pint-size engineer and was always trying to work out how to make bows and arrows or things that explode from junk he found, and Dinah was impulsive and fearless and always keen to try them out. It did not win them a lot of favours with family members, nor much time in their company.

By age twenty-one, Dinah was a young lady without a good many prospects. Smart enough but without much in the way of formal qualifications, she bounced from one bottom-rung job to another. To supplement some meagre income between her and her elder sibling, Dinah took to one of her few bankable skills, and hunted for some extra meat for the deep freeze and curio to sell on.

It's hard to know how many completely normal rabbits she'd followed in her life until she saw that one, disappearing off into the woods.
Still, it only takes one quite extraordinary rabbit and everything changes.

It was probably a couple of days before Dinah stopped attributing everything to her have some random, spontaneous explosion of psychosis with no previous indication. The same madness that drove Ezekiel and Matthew and Morgana to abruptly upend their lives with no rhyme or reason. She was not totally unconvinced that the people with animal features weren't some reflection of her feelings toward her parents..or something. Even a couple of weeks in, the young woman is not entirely sure that everything is actually real, in the end though, her nature won out and she became content to roll with it. She'd lived in crummier places.



Job: Currently on the hunt for one. Washing dishes is washing dishes after all, even around rabbit-people and teleporting cats.

Crush: None as of yet. Dinah, whilst far from antisocial, is pretty disinclined towards showing romantic affection towards others.

Other:
- A pretty impressive shot with a bow.
- Comes from a christian family, though is far from observant.
- Had one hand at a slightly crooked angle, after breaking her arm at age six, falling off a garage roof.
- Songs:This Year - The Mountain Goats

Played by: VitoftheVoid