Katrina is a kind soul with a big heart. If there's one thing she isn't too good at it's being serious and solemn. It's hard for her to rein in her emotions, to restrain herself. She's warm, friendly, and very affectionate. She likes to make people laugh as much as she likes laughing herself. Bearer of a confident, comfortable aura, people find themselves warming up to her quickly; she's far from being shy. Generally kind to a fault, this attribute has been abused on more than one occasion. Kat is self aware to this but will likely help them all the same.
Though attempting at airs of being a lady, growing up in the wilderness she is a bit of a tomboy. She can be oblivious to emotions regarding herself, be it from romantic hintings to passive aggression. She's fairly dense. Katrina is the worst liar of all time and any time she tries to lie, no matter how nonchalant she tries to be, her voice jumps up an octave.
Katrina loves the darkness and often takes midnight strolls. Throwing caution to the wind doesn't tell the half of it; the girl is just accident prone. She doesn’t feel the need to always be in control of life, all the same she is stubborn when she has made a decision. She loves to daydream and this is why she is so happy in Wonderland at all times, because her life is a dream. She can be very playful and teasing, something Chess knows rather well. She generally always has one or two inside jokes running around. She loves surprises, and the Wonderland version of Christmas is her favorite time of year. She especially looks forward to the balls that occur right around that time.
She loves to sing and her voice is part of the reason that the garden reacts so well to her. Singing flowers definitely prefer someone who can actually carry a tune without the use of a bucket. When she is doing something absentmindedly you will find her humming instead. Katrina can be embarrassed relatively easily and if she is caught singing she will blush bright red. Katrina carries around a lot of doubt of herself deep down and does her best to hide this major flaw. She’d rather lock emotions up and do her best to be happy. Unfortunately, every now and then, these fears escape in the form of hot tears in the solitude of the night. She never lets it get her down though.
'History':
No one is really sure where Katrina came from, not even Katrina herself. She just simply appeared one day, when she was a young girl, and she was wandering in the woods unable to find her way. That was she came across the young Cheshire, whom helped her find her way and they were close ever since. They often when on mischievous adventures together, for a trip with the Cheshire cat can be nothing else.
Growing up she was raised in the white castle as she had no other place to go for at the time the Hatter himself was also still young. It wasn’t until she became a teenager that she requested to move to the garden areas close to the woods she has always been mesmerized with. This was allowed as Katrina was responsible enough to take care of herself. Over the years she has planted numerous seeds making the garden what it is today. She has a strong connection with the plants many of their emotions can be directly related to Kat’s.
Katrina lives in a small cottage just big enough for two or so people. Sometimes she allows ‘Alices’ to live with her and work in the garden with her but most the time she is alone. She loves having visitors for the reason, but as the garden is on the edge of town it is not often she sees a new face. Luckily, Chess comes by often enough to visit her that she never truly gets lonely. That and the fact she works in the bakery in town and is well known for her delicacies. Her garden reacts to her alone now and is defensive over her. Something that can be problematic for a wandering ‘Alice’.
Job:
She owns the gardens close to the woods and is the caretaker for the grounds. When she is gone for abnormally long periods of time the garden becomes depressed and the plants may act out. At this time it is especially dangerous even to those it's known or been friendly to before.
Crush:
Growing up together along with him often being a solace from her solitude, Katrina is hopelessly in love with her best friend Chess. Oh, but she could never tell him that! Risk losing him?! She would never.
Other:
No one can be happy all the time. Kat wrestles with the dynamic of needing to be viewed as a strong fortress who has their life together to sometimes wishing she was allowed to fall apart. The fear of keeping up the image and no worrying those who care about her leads to her not reaching out at times. It's possible for those who are really close to her to notice something is 'off'. Whether they act on this or not is a different story.
As far as where she came from she tends not to think about it. Katrina has been curious as to whether the White or Red King know her real past (their leaders of the land...shouldn't they know?) but so far she hasn't had the courage to ask. It's easier to distract herself from the thought all together. Played by: Midnight Howl
Marcus D. Hatter
Hatter, Mad Hatter
21 years old:
Personality:
Hatter is a vague and mysterious kind of person with more layers than an onion. On the outside he can appear to be slightly hard-shelled and rough around the edges; it doesn't take too terribly long to realize underneath it all is a gentle caring spirit. This can easily be seen through the efforts he goes through in order to care for each of the 'Alices'. He can be viewed as a smooth talker and he appears to be a gentleman. Most the time the Hatter does his best to not be outspoken on most matters; this means that when he does speak business that it is serious. From the outer perspective it would seem as though the world is his oyster and that all the cards are in his hands, but looks are not always what they seem.
Underneath everything, at his core is a hidden (most the time) mess. If Hatter is cooped up for too long or denied any type of freedoms that he desires he will quickly go completely mad. This stems to his childhood, which consisted of constant explosions in temper. As he has aged his anger matured into a more passive type of aggression. Still, at times when it all becomes too much, his old temper will come out as hot as coals. He tries his best to keep this from happening; thus far he has yet to explode on any 'Alices'. His fears do a good job at keeping many of his emotions at bay, but they too cause an issue locked away deep down. When in a fight he generally never loses and his intellect is a big reason behind this.
Though the Mad Hatter's shell may seem impenetrable, everything has its weak spot, one just needs to know how to get to it. Underneath it all is a soft, caring, and warm type of personality. It just takes the right type of person or right situation to bring this out. This can be seen within the Hatter's random spells of over protectiveness. He keeps a keen eye out for those that are important to him and he will go out of his way to do something special for them. He is actually quite sensitive and intuitive to his surroundings.
Hatter loves his tea time and has a struggle for tardiness. He can be very defensive over what he deems belongs to him. He tends to fall into spells of melancholy but he tries to avoid people at these times as to not arouse unwanted commentary. His moods can be ever changing based on what he is thinking about. In more playful times he is apse to be sillier and light hearted. He is a hardcore prankster during such occasions. All in all he actually is a pretty easy going kind of guy and is usually up for anything.
Finally, he is a hopeless romantic (he tries to hide this but it comes out in the little things he does). He doesn't like this about himself because it got him hurt once (yet some habits you just can't give up and he will probably never be any less hopeless or romantic).
'History':
The Mad Hatter has always been in Wonderland, although a lot of his history he cannot remember. What he can remember is the fire to his father’s shop which took his parents lives. Before that time he was only known as the Hatter, but afterwards he would go into his spells in personality twists. Since then he has been known as the Mad Hatter. Over time he, with the help of the White King, he was able to build his first hat shop and eventually was able to build his own town.
Hatter stopped aging when he turned 21 years old. No one understands why the time in Wonderland quit moving forward...it just did. Many speculate this phenomenon correlates with the holes appearing between dimensions starting with the appearance of the original Alice. Since then the weakening borderlines have allowed more and more strangers through. They Wonderlanders simply refer to the visitors as ‘Alices’ no matter if they are male or female.
The original Alice came when the Hatter first turned 21 and had just begun his mini empire. She was only a bit younger and she stole his heart away. The time they spent together could not be measured. Naturally, when she decided to pick the real world over him it broke his heart. Now he is much more careful, though he does know that one day he will love again. Until then his job is to help the new members of Wonderland while they are here on their temporary (unfortunately) stay.
Job:
Runs the Hatter Estate, cares for ‘Alices,’ runs town, runs hat shop, has a tea shop
Crush:
Open; flirtatious
Other:
The Mad Hatter has a problem in falling for the girl ‘Alices’ but rather than allow himself to catch feelings he often just flirts to avoid getting hurt. Also the term mad has a double meaning including both his anger and is craziness.
It also should be noted that the Hatter is an excellent pianist as well as dancer. He often enjoys teaching one to one classes before a ball.
Played by: Midnight Howl
Deeandra K. Cherney
Dee, Deeandra
20 years old:
Personality:
Dee is not the type of girl who is willing to take anyone’s bullsh**. She is a strong and independent individual and chances are she doesn't need or care about someone's approval. In Dee’s eyes if you have a problem with her it sounds like a personal issue and maybe you need to get over yourself. This closed-mindedness is a character fault that derives from the way she was raised; stubbornness has caused for it to be deep rooted. They say that anyone can change. Nonetheless, the likelihood in her case is not high.
Her tough and determined demeanor allows her to intimidate most into either staying out of her way or giving in to her desires. Deeandra realizes that it is easier to attract people and make friends with kindness, but after the cards that the world has dealt to her she does not care if she is Miss Congeniality or not.
If one expects to break through her hard outer shell to find someone warm and cuddly they will be bitterly disappointed. The world has burned her and she locked away her childish dreams of a ‘happily ever after’ long ago. Luckily, there are some positive qualities beneath all of the prickles that are Deeandra. First of all she is always honest, brutally though. Unless you want the whole truth and nothing but the truth, do not ask her for her opinion. She will tell you in the bluntest fashion. This makes for her to be the exact opposite of a two-faced person; she is generally the one someone comes to when they want to know the truth. She does not like to dabble in gossip and finds it to be an immature waste of time.
She is the queen of sarcasm and venomous comments. If you can hold up with her in an argument you will gain major respect on her part. She is tremendously defensive over what matters most to her (being what little that is) and she is not afraid to stand up for it or fight for it. She might suffer a few bloody knuckles and some bruises but she will come out on top. The only soft spot she possesses is for her little sister and (if the time comes) her romantic partner. If you do manage to somehow deal with her and become her friend you will find slightly less bitter comments towards you and that her less violent ‘hatred’ is how she shows her love. At this point she will begin to kid around with you and you will see that the devil’s mistress has a sense of humor.
She spends a lot of time worrying about her sister and wanting to get back home to watch over her. The problem is she has always hated the real world and wants to stay in what little comfort that is Wonderland. But she knows in the end that she will go back because she has always been the one to make the sacrifices….whatever. Still though….
'History':
Dee’s parents are nothing but useless. She lived with her father, an abusive alcoholic. At one point she had a mother who eventually walked out once deciding she wouldn't take another beating. This irrationally selfish decision left the two girls to deal with their father alone. Dee being twelve at the time lost her childhood innocence as she became the new victim to her parent's projectified self hatred. A scapegoat for his own failures, Deeandra became hardened over time as she lost her childhood innocence in the cruelty to which life presented her. Detestation planted itself deep, the only affection left was that towards her kid sister. She protected the young girl with her life, ending up with anywhere from bruises to a broken femur depending on dad's rage.
As she got older she got a job and started to support herself, hiding money under the floorboards of her bedroom to keep the old man from stealing it. Her goal: save up to free the only person she cared about. This dream became reality at the age of 17, finally saving up enough from waitressing to afford a cheap apartment. The two moved away from a past Dee could never forget no matter how hard she tried. That was three years ago, her sister now 16 and working to pitch in. Deeandra never wanted that but she could understand.
Dee hates the place she works at. The guys are always hitting on her and the older women look at her with scorn, as if she is some despicable human being. None of them would have the gall to do what she was doing. Still, with all that life has handed out to her she has become bitter. She was suffering from one of these bitter spells as she was taking out the garbage. When she went to throw the trash in when her ring given to her by her sister fell off. She was digging for it when she fell in. She ended up falling through the ceiling and landing on a desk in from of the Hatter. Grabbing her ring in a frenzied state, she placed it on her finger and quickly collected herself.
Job:
Considering she fell through his ceiling and a history of waitressing, one can easily find Deeandra at the local tea shop working hard. Though she isn't crazy about the lolita dress up nonsense, the 'mad' customers here are much more tolerable the those at her old joint.
Crush:
Is Ice Queen appropriate for this?
Other:
Inevitably, the woman was not able to escape her childhood unscathed. She suffers from abandonment issues via her mother resulting in reluctance to making long term connections, affecting her socially. She craves the affection denied to her childhood self but ongoing trust issues lead to her never acting on these instincts. Dee's bottled up emotions make her a ticking time bomb when it comes to anger, this lashing out only amplifying her insecurities as she curls deeper and deeper into her own subconscious. All of her affectionate emotions are funneled towards her sister, this causes her to not seek her own happiness. When separated from her sister Dee feels a constant sense of lost that keeps her on edge. Even in sleep she is plagued with nightmares. The fear of others noticing that she is broken (or falling apart rather) is viewed as a weakness in her eyes. She has an unreal amount of paranoia and anxiety that people only want to get to know her to hurt her further.
Unrelated note her other weakness is chocolate. She also knows how to play the piano.
Alison is a kindhearted, outspoken, optimistic woman that marches to the beat of her own drum and isn't afraid to do so. She believes in being herself even if people's opinion of her might not be a good one because of it. She wants people who like her for the way she is and doesn't feel like anyone should make you change who you are meant to be. The ones that know her are very aware of how stubborn she can be when her mind is set on something and she won't let anyone get in her if she believes it is right or will help someone in need. She always tries to find the good in everyone which sometimes can get her into trouble. This isn't to say she is naive and won't give her trust to anyone but she wants to understand what they think and why they do what they do. If you do earn her trust and friendship than you will never meet anyone more caring and open.
Alison will always tell you what she thinks and not exactly what you would like to hear. She doesn't do this to be mean or cruel but because she knows nothing good ever comes from a lie. In some ways Alison can be very mature and in others she acts kind of childish but she knows how and when to be serious even though she would rather not be. It is much or fun to be laughing and smiling than having to be serious or straight faced.
History
Alison grew up as normal as any other with loving parents and a big backyard to play in and cause all kinds of mischief much to her families dismay. It was at those times during her grandmother's visits that her grandma would simply laugh gently and say, "Be soft on Little Alice, she is doing far less than anything I ever did." It was in those moments that everyone would smile and forget that anything had ever been done as Grandma Alice would begin a story of what happened because of her as a child. She always seemed to bring a kind of light where ever she went and it was what made Alison want to do the same. She wanted to bring smiles and joy to others. Be that kind of light to them during times of need.
Alison continued to grow, life going on as it would for any other. She went to school, graduated, started looking for her way in life, and welcomed a new baby brother to the family. Things were really looking up, that was until just before her twenty-first birthday. Grandmother Alice passed away...the news devistating to the family but none more so than Alison's father at having lost his mother. It was months before they could even begin to look at her house, to start packing up memories in pain since it had to be done. The house needed to be sold and even though she did not agree with it, there was nothing to be done. She couldn't keep the house on her own if she wanted too. It even sounded like her father wished for them all to move away. A clean start he said. It felt more like running. It was when she was picking up the last box from the bedroom that she slipped, her eyes shutting as she waited for the pain and the feeling of the full length mirror on the wall shattering against her skull but nothing happened. It was a sweet candied smell that had her opening her eyes to look around, wet grass below her hands as she sat up. Alison was completely confused and also in awe at the sight before her well...for the first few second till she was faced with some very unhappy plants. Luckily, it all seemed to work out.
Job
Helps at the Tea shop
Crush
OPEN ((PM me if you wish for this to change or I might change it myself as Alison goes along with her adventures))
Other
She has a love of butterflies, no not the kind made of butter but real ones. It is one of the things she could watch all day and will happily get something if has a fake one on it. She is actually quite the singer but that is only if no one is around or at least if she thinks no one is around. Now dancing on the other had is something she will happily do in front of others. It is the only time she feels graceful and less clumsy which she believes she is. She isn't all that bad a violinist/cello either though she isn't confident in her skill. She is also the granddaughter of the 'Original Alice' She doesn't like her middle name so she doesn't say it.
The March Hare stands at 4'8". Attire has broad ranges and splices between states based on which he prefers at the time. Currently prefers a lean minimalism to accentuate their lithe build. Typically long-sleeved attire, gloves, shorts, thigh-high socks, lightly heel'd boots and a coat. Other eccentric attire comes and goes based on the occasion or even the time of day...or just on a whim.
A humanoid creature turned into a rabbit? A rabbit turned into a humanoid? Regardless of the happenings that brought about what is now 'The March Hare'. Due to an unfortunate sequence of happenstances, Ansel Wyte suffers from a unique state of split-personality disorder in where his physical being and psyche has the ability to separate itself.
Sir Ansel Fairly aloof but friendly and accommodating, Ansel is laid back though methodical in multitasking. While it may seem like hes able to hold a conversation while brewing tea, toasting biscuits, folding napkins and trying to read a book at the same time, each task is done with as much attention as their wandering mind can manage. Never one to shirk on the importance of leisure and enjoying the slow niceties of company, it begs the question if he keeps himself busy just to set tasks aside as a display of putting others before his own. Maybe its laziness or ADD, but for a creature that always needs to be doing something, doing everything at once it what keeps them centered. Without tasks, Ansel becomes antsy and fidgety, having significant difficulty focusing on specific subjects and often overthinking the many ways it could be done.
Mr. Wyte Honed and professional, Wyte is obsessed with small details and perfecting specific tasks...though sometimes literally. He takes his position very seriously and gives even the smallest of scenarios everything he has to offer. A conversation is genuine though sometimes a bit over-analytical, tea and other confections prepared as though his life depended on its quality but usually found reading or focusing on other small hobbies when not striving to accommodate the Alices or the Hatter. Wyte embodies the shard that served the Queen of Hearts as the 'White Rabbit'. An emotional and mental abuse sustained in his service by watching subjects beheaded on a whim left him neurotic. This paranoia compels him to be subserviant, often panicking when tasked with multiple subjects at once.
Ansel Wyte The original state of the March Hare exists as a flux in time who was simultaneously a respected advisor of the Red Queen and one of The Hatter's best friends. His demeanor is weirdly average, balanced in his calm stance and fun-loving nature. Without the distractions of being beside himself in nearly every definition of the term, he is collected and complete in his thoughts. Although, the combined intellect and laid back tendencies have instilled a love for witticisms, riddles and, unfortunately, puns. Being apart for so long, the March Hare is slightly uncomfortable with the clarity and unity of his persona, ironically feeling like it isn't who he really is. He was used to doing and experiencing multiple thing and being in multiple places at once, and the requirement to be in a single state to think clearly cheapens what was once a proud freedom.
In a world built on madness, being normal is strange and often boring for the March Hare 'Ansel Wyte'. The only true credit he gives his combined form is the ability to level with Alices on weirdly sane and rational grounds. Hes fascinated with the 'outside world' and the strange customs and otherworldly mundane events. However, The March Hare holds a small grudge against Alice and her kind for causing his schism. Though hes polite to the letter, the resentment still lingers.
The entity which later became The March Hare began as unfeeling, unnamed essence. A simple nature spirit which was bound to a form intended to serve the Queen of hearts. Nature spirits in a mad world, however, would never behave according to simple oppressive authority, and the act of summoning the spirit dug up the roots which gave form to two sides of the same coin. The Hare was smudged across reality; having already been a close friend of The Hatter, being forced into service for the Red Court demanded that they be in two places at once. Why couldn't they? Satisfaction through duty to the crown while simultaneously living in a fantasy of leisurely pleasures, a never-ending tea party.
And then...she...appeared.
Alice! Alice and her Bridge! Something about her world spilled into the fabric which The Hare danced on the threads of. Something simply couldn't be in two places at once, and they weren't, were they? The Hare became split, the two halves embodying their lot in life and the shreds of their personality that most strongly connected. Yanked into the singularity of 'The Bridge', the two halves made their way back to their respective belongings. Ansel returned to The Hatter, as there was no place he'd rather be, having no experience of his servitude. Meanwhile, the stress of having his duty put on hold while preparing for a meeting by being pulled across Wonderland turned Wyte's fur snow white. Fear of being beheaded and anxiety threw caution to the wind and carelessly led Alice to the Queen of Hearts.
Then she left, having gone so far only to disappear and take her laws of nature with her, or at least most of it. The damage had been done and the scars never fully healed. While 'The Fold' reconstituted The March Hare into a single, self-aware entity, the schism was never fully repaired. In his neurotic and bastardly lax halves unsuitable for being truly apart, they now work together for The Hatter at his estate...as The Queen of Hearts would likely behead him at this point for desertion, implied treason and general incompetence compared to his previous 'whole' state.
Job Armed Servant of the Hatter Estate
Crush -The Hatter(slightly) - Otherwise open
Other -Occasionally looses touch with reality and confuses inanimate objects for living creatures. -Skilled in fencing through discipline obtained while serving the Red Crown. -Vill be speakink vith zee slightest ouf accent because iz how I roll~
“Perhaps because it leads up, or maybe it leads down,”
“How does that make any sense?”
“What makes sense?”
“What you just said?”
“Did I say anything? I do wonder”
You wouldn’t be a fool to be uncertain if Chess is more cat than he is man or man than he is cat or more phantom than he is both. He unravels into existence as the ghost that he is, to guide lost travelers through the part of the forest he watches over. Whether he is a peddling meddler or an intelligent, but cunning guide he is still helpful.
As a cat he appears a monochrome creature with black stripes and white fur. You ask for his help and he only hums to himself or is it purring to himself. His stripes begin to unravel, to take the form and shape of a man with white hair, white eyebrows, with a black and white top and black pants. Who is he? But he speaks in the same cunning, dulcet tones, that are pleasant to the ear. He hovers over others, he’s rarely seen on the ground. And he’s rarely seen unless he wants to be seen.
Sparkling blue, nearly aquamarine irises glint in the light and all that is left is all, but a cunning smile when he fades.
Age: Unknown
Job: Caretaker of Wanderer's Doom
Played By: AngelofOctober
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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.
Crush:
Oh dear Kat. I never understood the Hatter’s obsession with Alice, until I met my own temptations. I see the way your eyes light up like lanterns leading the way through the forest. Long time friends whose hearts I would assume yearn for each other. This is the most candid, most honest confession I would write to you. Yes and only you. It is your eyes alone that could understand this message.
History:
I know no other fascinating story to tell in Wonderland. Many ask, who is the Cheshire Cat? Even those in Wonderland cannot simply fathom his existence with mere understanding. Cheshire, unlike many others, has lived in Wonderland far longer than any of them have come to Wonderland. Some say he was once a kitten born to a litter. But then, why are there no other ghostly cats wandering Wonderland? Some say he was the imprint of a child’s dream left in Wonderland. But then again, why wasn’t there any other marks of this child’s imaginations in Wonderland?
A more feasible answer I’d say is that Cheshire was born out of implausibility or some kind of figure born from the madness of others. There is plenty of that in Wonderland and even more likely is he existed before Wonderland and came across Wonderland in some way from another world. Whatever the truth may be, he has far outlived anyone in Wonderland.
What people know is that Cheshire can wander Wonderland as he pleases. Entering the castle without a key, bypassing the security gates or the guards simply by vanishing and reappearing again. He goes wherever he pleases with limited care.
Some even say that he may have been the Queen of Heart’s common housecat before she got tired of his antics considering her flippant attitude. She meant to kill him, but he simply vanished. Though Chess doesn’t wander like a man who has someone out for his blood.
He has meant many Alice’s and even thee Alice. Always guiding them through his Wanderer’s Doom, with philosophical quandary and misdirection, as it is his style. There is only one person who Chess actually spends some considerable time with and speaks “clearly” too. Even the most clear Chess speaks is often vague and that is Kat.
They met when she was but a child. And he was but a kitten, perhaps no one is for certain. Kat claims he was younger, but Chess doesn’t necessarily appear to age to many. She seemed oblivious to his ramblings, but he didn’t mind she answered in her own amusing ways. It soon turned to frequent visits in the White Castle, where he would wander in and no one knew for certain how he came in.
To adventures that took her away from the boringness of castles. They grew a kinship through their adventures and he felt something stirring in his heart. If he indeed had one. When she moved to the garden, he visited more often when there were no Alices’.
And he has a nasty habit of sending undesirables to Kat’s garden to lead them to being attacked by vines. He does find it fairly amusing.
He finds himself at a crossroad. Knowing the passing looks Kat has during their conversations. And know how he feels. He’s not afraid of destroying their relationship, he is waiting for Kat to make the move first. Even his own romance seems to be a puzzling game to him.
Other Information:
Most will mistake Chess’ actions as one of malicious, cruel, intent. Few view him as a liar and manipulator because of his cunning and tricky ways.
Those who know Chess best, know he is none of those things, a deep thinker, who likes games, an intellectual who likes to think to himself on philosophy, moral questions and ethical values. He is romantic in some sense of the word. But is often forgetful. Sometimes his own tricky nature is merely because Chess has forgotten a thing or two in the current conversation.
Chess like the rest isn’t all the way there. Has a habit of spacing out and zoning out of conversations, to fade, and bring up a completely different subject. It eventually connects to the thought he originally had, but it’s not always so straightforward than that.
He is rarely ever seen walking. As a cat, he’s always levitating or sitting atop tree branches, and as a man he is seen with buckled slippers, black breeches, and a black and white top that looks quite a lot like his fur he also somewhat levitates off the ground, often seeming to sit on nothing with his legs crossed.
He is often seen wearing a sly smile even in his human form.
Chess method of speaking is by unraveling himself or evaporating ghost like, appearing as a cat, then as a man, then as a cat again. It gets quite confusing to watch him switch between forms while he’s speaking with you.
How to tell if you're on good terms with Chess is a little difficult, he won't compliment you, won't say nice things [not that he says rude things either], but it is all determined on how much He Teases you. If he likes to include you in his games, its a likely chance you're on fairly good terms with Chess. If he doesn't include you in his Games and his Games seem deliberately Harsh its most likely you have gotten on his bad side somehow.
He has a standard London Accent. That is often spoken in a slow cadence, that holds on a little longer on certain words he is emphasizing.
You could have mistaken him for the original Alice, if not for him being a him, and not a she. He seemed to choose sophisticated clothing, simple button down shirts, with ties, without much of his own personality in them. His suits are often well ironed and he doesn’t seem to have a crease or wrinkle when he wears them. If anything, he could be jokingly called Wonderland’s prince.
Handsome, with narrow features a sharp oval face, with sharp blue eyes. Blond hair that curtains over his forehead, showing off his pale, snow white complexion. Like he is a beautifully made porcelain doll. A sharp angular nose, and thin lips that were thicker at the bottom though not by much. He may have been more handsome if he didn’t have such melancholy in his eyes.
He speaks with a rather thick Germanic accent, but it is not overbearing, or too loud. It’s actually soft, clear, and even toned. He spoke articulate and well educated, despite his pronunciation of words sounding off at times. He stands at 5’7” and weighs around 117 pounds.
Personality Strengths:
On one hand Ross is a very generous and charitable person, he is deeply honest and seeks to do the best that he can do for others. He seems like a countlessly selfless person who seeks not to harm others. Though he is also deeply religious as well, despite his current turn in the world. He’s not so religious he will throw the gospel at you, but he does believe in God and doing God’s work.
He rejects the extreme ideals of Catholicism though, such as holding picketing signs and telling people they will rot in hell. It is not really his style and doesn’t believe people who kill, hurt others, or manipulate others is a true follower of their faith. He sees those behaviors as ugly, negative behaviors that go against the will of God no matter the religion.
He is an animal lover, considering his previous occupation. He believed by healing animals he was doing the work all Human’s should do. Like all the faithful, he has his own interpretation of their symbolism and meanings. He believes that shepherds and tenders of the land is one to respect mother nature, don’t liter, don’t harm animals, don’t harm the environment. He believe Nature works in compromise to God’s plan not opposed to it.
Though it’s not all about God’s plan or work with Ross. He is an empathetic soul, who listens to the words of others and takes on the burdens of their pains. He is a quiet individual, that lends useful advice, and even comfort to those suffering. Perhaps because he can somehow relate to their feelings. He can be a sensitive individual, tends to wear how he feels on his sleeves. Though he is educated and smart, he can be charming, and witty as well. Though not in any malicious way. He values others and the things they have to say.
Personality Flaws:
Currently Ross is struggling in a sea of confusion. He understands what he has done is a sin against his God, but hopes in some way he could be forgive. Worse for him is the struggling with his own fate, between being a good individual who believes he deliberately failed God’s plan, while another side of him bad mouths and blames his God for not giving him a sign or an answer to help him when he needed it the most.
He put his faith into God, and would think God would have blessed him for all of his good will and not have remained so sullen and silent in his time of need. Another part of him knows it was temptations from the darkness that he allowed to tempt him into believing his own early death, to reject God’s plan for him was entirely his fault.
There is a conflict between his thoughts and his own religion, which he is slowly losing a grip of. Which tears himself inside because his faith was what kept him going for so long. But now it’s the reason why he gave up with silence.
While Ross is caring and giving soul, he is a deeply sensitive and emotional person. He doesn’t display emotional outburst, but bottles all of it inside of him. He has little confidence to start conflict with others, and he has little confidence in expressing how he feels. Maybe because of how his father raised him in the past. How his mind when he was a child adopted some kind of vague concept of manhood. He finds it difficult, ironically to reach out to others when he needs help, but knows to reach out to others when they need help.
He probably had suffered from depression for a long time in his life, which gave wake to his emotional apathy and deadness inside. He comes off offstandish to new people and doesn’t let them into his walls easily. He’s so eager to help them, he uses his aid of others as an emotional wall to keep others away from him.
He doesn’t love easily any more. He doesn’t open his heart so easily any more. He doesn’t pour his heart and soul out as easily any more. And he is afraid he has no purpose, he is afraid now that he has rejected God’s path. He is also unsure of where to go.
Furthermore, he doesn’t understand what kind of test Wonderland provides him. Lost and hurt, guarded, and unready to open his heart Ross is deeply conflicted internally.
History:
Rejection 1: Family
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.
Rejection 2: Love
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.
Rejection 3: Employment
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.
Rejection 4
God
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.
“We have a twenty-nine year old white male en route,”
“Copy that,”
“Ross, can you hear me? Squeeze my hand if you can hear me,”
“Good, you’re on the way to the hospital, okay,”
“Ross, you have to be strong, stay with us, okay, you’re going to be fine,”
Why didn’t it work? Sirens. Wailing. Equipment jangling. Frantic voices. Calling his name. Calling him. Was this God’s plan too? He held a stranger’s hand. Sirens. Wailing. Birds chirping. Nails digging into sheets. Nail digging into soil. The smell of medical equipment. The smell of grass. A last little white light in his eyes. Turns to sun. Looking at blue sky with clouds. This was not Hell. Not anything like it was pictured. All of these colors in this world, a land to wander perhaps, but maybe he would lie here in wonderment. How did he get here? Why was he here? Where was he?
Other Information:
He likes peppermint tea when he is upset, and likes earl grey tea for breakfast instead of coffee
Moxie Giraldae "The Dormouse" "The Hostess" "The Musketeer"
Personality:
Moxie is one of the more 'normal' figures in Wonderland, if one can possibly call any residents of Wonderland normal. She's a rather sleepy shrew for the most part, and tends to stick to her Hotel- The Full Suite, where she has lived for... Well, as long as anyone can really remember to be honest. She's an individual who finds it easy to build a rapport with people, a useful skill considering her profession, but there's a side to her that few know, or have even seen.
She's a capable warrior when she wishes to be, which is not very often at all to be honest, however for the most part, is quite content in just serving the patrons, (mostly Alices,) that turn up at her door.
History:
Moxie is... Well, like some other residents of Wonderland, she's been around for an awfully long time. For the most part, she dodges questions about her past, but is willing to admit that she used to have sisters, and did know her mother. What exactly happened to them is unclear however.
She has an irrational fear of Chess, although most of the other wonderlands hold for her a certain respect, due in no part thanks to her contributions during the various wars in Wonderland. In fact, she still keeps a few mementos.
Underneath her bed, in a heavy wooden box that seems awfully plain, if awfully ornate, and lined with velvet whirling with different colours, lies a rapier and a pistol. The rapier is long, thin, and wickedly sharp, and the pistol, despite looking a few hundred years out of date, is equally well kept. She has used these weapons before, and anybody that has known her for a significant time has seen her, screaming out a cry and cutting her way through quite a few good men and women.
This is what has given her a reputation of some respect amongst any long-term resident of Wonderland, and because of this people are perfectly happy to let her stay out of the latest political clash or struggle.
Job:
She runs the Full Suite hotel, where almost every Alice has stayed at for a little while before they've found their feet within Wonderland. She also offers jobs to anyone for anyone who wants to work there, and although they aren't particularly prestigious, anyone within the Full Suite can pretty much be guaranteed immunity from anyone trying to kill or kidnap them. Unless said murderer or kidnapper wants a duelling pistol pressed against their head.
Crush:
The Hatter. Woe betide anyone that gets between her and the tea-drinker, and she will drop pretty much anything to go to one of his tea parties. She's infatuated.
Other:
Working at the Hotel is possibly one of the easiest jobs in the world, perhaps because Moxie is too lazy to correct someone's mistakes.
Joanna is generally a rather closed book. She's found gushing about her life gets her odd stares and makes it harder to get close to a person so she often says little about most of her life- to most people. She's waiting for the right person whether friend or lover, to come along for her to let it all go. Although rather private about her own life she is rather observant and loves to learn as much abut a person as possible. Not in a creepy way, she just finds people... interesting. In this she can pry an uncomfortable amount in conversations and once she's on the mindset she doesn't notice indirect attempts to stop her.
Jo is rather short tempered, however, her anger usually isn't shown in outbursts but in silence and giving begrudging one word or short answers when she must talk to you. She is reactive other than proactive and, to an extend, over reactive. For example, in a situation gone wrong some, if not most, will wander how to make the situation better next time, as for Jo, she tries to avoid the situation completely, not always successfully.
Jo isn't the cheeriest of people in most situations, however, she's not a complete downer either. She'll point out things that could go wrong or possible negative outcomes in a heartbeat, however, she will still celebrate victories and achievements. She takes her time to go into a situation and tends to go with her head than her heart, she used to listen to her heart but that ruined her so, in Jo's true style, she stopped. Jo does love her friends but she doesn't express it as boldly or affectionately as others do.
History:
Jo grew up in a strict household. Her parents weren't particularly religious nor military-influence just strict. Joanna was their only child. Although her parents were strict the family of three were somewhat tightknit. Growing up with strict rules her life they never seemed threatening or to be crushing her. She generally did the right thing and, although she wasn't top of the class, she got decent grades. Her life was, honestly, rather humdrum at this stage. That was when she met him.
Johnathon Daisley seemed perfect. Jo's parents were not keen on her dating but Joanna was so sure he was perfect for her. Posing as just a friend he pair would go out in a group, her parents not letting her go or taking her to their meeting until they saw a group of them. In the company and kind covers of her friends the pair dated in secret from Joanna's parents. This went on for almost 9 months until one night went a little too far. Joanna was 'certain' Johnathon was her future, what would it matter how far they went? Well, that's what she thought. She never really thought much would come from it, until their one 'special' night resulted in Joanna becoming pregnant a couple of months before her 17th birthday.
She was able to hide it successfully for all of a month. Pregnancy is not very easy to hide, particularly with your parents so closely tracking your actions. When Joanna's parents found out they kicked her out and disowned her. Joanna quickly turned to Johnathon who refused to look after her and dropped contact with her instantly. Luckily one of her friends' parents, who were also teen parents, took pity on he and took her in. Joanna found a couple to adopt her unborn child and, at her daughter's birth, was swift to hand her over. Not that it wasn't hard, she couldn't help but fall in love with the tiny person that ruined her but she could barely care for herself, let alone a child.
Feeling she had overstayed her welcome at her friends' house she quickly found a job in a local fast food joint. True, the pay was crummy and the job itself unenjoyable, but she was earning enough to rent a small run down apartment on the edge of town. Although the beginnings were dodgy Joanna was somewhat gaining some control on her life but there was sill a lot of pieces to pick up. Jo's next plan of action was to go after a degree, yet she was unsure in what in yet. As she thought to herself the mirror caught her eye for a reason unknown to her then. She went up to inspect it and fell into its portal and tat brings her to this moment.
Job:
None yet but is happy to take one.
Crush: So far none but may develop one as she gets to know people better, will keep you posted, maybe. Or maybe you'll have to guess ;P
Age: Physically in her early twenties. If asked her real age, Indigo will claim increasingly wild or absurd numbers, leaving the answer difficult to say.
Appearance: Standing at 5’4”, Indie has little in the ways of curves- possessing a slim, almost boyish figure than anything else. Her face leans more on the feminine side, being naturally earnest and welcoming, but the effect tends to be ruined by the crooked, “shit-eating” grin that she’s rarely found without. Her hair is a bright copper, and cut into a short, fluffy bob in a way that makes it clear that she did the job herself. Her eyes are the color of rust. Indigo’s usual choice of attire depends on what she’s doing that day, what she’s planning to do, or whatever she really feels like wearing. She has a preference for wearing bright, blindingly orange jackets, however, and has a habit of taking a “lucky penny” out of her pocket to suck on from time to time.
Personality: It would be easy to assume that, over the countless years of roaming Wonderland, Indigo isn’t all...there. While amiable enough, she also behaves in an incredibly airheaded and theatrical manner, acting overly-familiar with those who openly despise her, and making cheerful jabs and sunny bits of snark in somewhat inappropriate moments. She also has a strong mischievous streak, and, together with her brother, will often play harmless jokes and pranks on some of the other residents of Wonderland. If insulted or otherwise brushed off, Indigo takes it in stride, making it somewhat difficult to get under her skin.
When separated from her brother, however, some of her deeper qualities get a chance to shine through. While still naturally vibrant and easygoing, Indigo is naturally more of an optimist, and more open (if not somewhat blunt) with her feelings than Percival. She’s always willing to sit down and have a chat, or offer surprisingly thoughtful advice if asked. Indigo is fiercely determined in her goals, and protective over her brother and those she cares for.
History: As with other residents of Wonderland, it’s hard to determine how, when and where the Tweedles first came into existence. Asking either of the twins results in a range of answers every time, ranging from wild and elaborate tales of being royalty of a forsaken and far away land, to being humble orphans who dragged themselves out of the gutters. Sometimes a kindly widower of a father will be mentioned, other times both parents were alive and well throughout their childhood. They’re either only children, or have a younger sibling who they’ve lost contact with. They could have a perfectly pleasant, lazy upbringing one day, or a tragic history wrought with pain and suffering and whatnot the very next. Regardless of whatever the two spew, however, two things are for certain; the twins have always been very tight-knit, and have been around for quite some time now.
Indigo and Percival share a residence within the Hat’s town- a two-storied eyesore, madly colored with shades of oranges and purple and bits of chartreuse. While an unpleasant place to stare at for two long, the bottom half of their house has been converted into a surprisingly respectable bistro (initially, Indigo wanted to run a bakery, but the two of them quickly realized that Katrina’s competition could have easily put them under). Indigo primarily cooks and serves, and Percival is almost always found on stage, but when business is lazy the two will often be found entertaining together or mingling with the customers.
When the Alices first began to pour in, both twins were fascinated with the unusual strangers. They’d often tag along on their explorations, follow them about, and, after some time, even made some friends from the “other world”. However, as time passed, those same friends began to dwindle. Perhaps they’d choose to return to reality, or get caught by the Red King, or simply...disappear. It was disheartening, and while Percival became more and more jaded as the Alices came and went, Indigo has decided to make the best of it, and remains helpful and open to any who wish to get to know her during the short time they’re around.
Nicknames: Tweedle, Tweedle Dum, TD, Percy, the Great and Incredible Percival (self-given)
Gender: Male
Age: Physically in his early twenties. If asked his real age, Percival will claim increasingly wild or absurd numbers, leaving the answer difficult to say.
Appearance: Clocking in at an even 6’2”, Percival is quite the eye-catching fellow, even in a land such as Wonderland. Bright blue eyes, a bird’s nest of fluffy copper hair, and a wry, “shit-eating” grin, it’s not uncommon for him to appear like he’s plotting something even when his mind is far from any mischief. He’s naturally quite slim and wiry, His choice of outfit differs from one day to the next, and is usually dependant on what he’s doing or plans to do with his time. He has a preference for wearing bright, blindingly yellow coats, however, which he tends to wear and whirl about like capes.
Personality: It would be easy to assume that, over the countless years of roaming Wonderland, Percival isn’t all...there. While amiable enough, he also behaves in an incredibly airheaded and theatrical manner, acting overly-familiar with those who openly despise him, and making cheerful jabs and sunny bits of snark in somewhat inappropriate moments. He also has a strong mischievous streak, and, together with his sister, will often play harmless jokes and pranks on some of the other residents of Wonderland. If insulted or otherwise brushed off, Percival takes it in stride, making it somewhat difficult to get under his skin.
When separated from his sister, however, some of his deeper qualities get to shine through. While still cheerful and rather dramatic, Percival is naturally more of a pessimist, and tends to hide or deny his real feelings for the most part. He always welcomes a light chat or a round of cards or any sort of company that can tolerate his sense of humor, but when conversation strays to any of his more personal matters, he will quickly divert the topic with a quip or otherwise. Percival is jaded and fairly cynical, but is quite protective of his sister, and can be depended on when the going gets tough.
History: As with other residents of Wonderland, it’s hard to determine how, when and where the Tweedles first came into existence. Asking either of the twins results in a range of answers every time, ranging from wild and elaborate tales of being royalty of a forsaken and far away land, to being humble orphans who dragged themselves out of the gutters. Sometimes a kindly widower of a father will be mentioned, other times both parents were alive and well throughout their childhood. They’re either only children, or have a younger sibling who they’ve lost contact with. They could have a perfectly pleasant, lazy upbringing one day, or a tragic history wrought with pain and suffering and whatnot the very next. Regardless of whatever the two spew, however, two things are for certain; the twins have always been very tight-knit, and have been around for quite some time now.
Indigo and Percival share a residence within the Hat’s town- a two-storied eyesore, madly colored with shades of oranges and purple and bits of chartreuse. While an unpleasant place to stare at for two long, the bottom half of their house has been converted into a surprisingly respectable bistro (initially, Indigo wanted to run a bakery, but the two of them quickly realized that Katrina’s competition could have easily put them under). Indigo primarily cooks and serves, and Percival is almost always found on stage, but when business is lazy the two will often be found entertaining together or mingling with the customers.
When the Alices first began to pour in, both twins were fascinated with the unusual strangers. They’d often tag along on their explorations, follow them about, and, after some time, even made some friends from the “other world”. However, as time passed, those same friends began to dwindle. Perhaps they’d choose to return to reality, or get caught by the Red King, or simply...disappear. It was disheartening, and while Indigo remained warm and openhearted towards the visitors, Percival chose to distance himself and not get too attached to the new Alices if he can help it.
Job: Entertainer at/Co-Owner of a Bistro
Crush: Open
Other: - Despises the taste of limes.
- Percival is skilled with a violin, and favors it in his performances (although if asked, he’ll call it a fiddle instead).
Appearance: Standing at 4’9”, and with a rather petite frame, Dawn isn’t the exactly the most physically imposing figure out there. Her face is soft and wan, with ash-grey eyes and pale skin. She has thick black hair grown out to her hips, and, as such, tends to keep it styled in a neat side-plait to keep it out of her way for the most part. Dawn prefers to “dress to impress” for the most part, wearing neatly pressed skirts, cardigans, and a pair of flats to work, and, while somewhat more casual in her dress in her everyday life, still keeps up an air of cleanly-kept professionalism. Together with a wide-brimmed hat, and the rather dark hues of her preferred outfits, it’s not uncommon for her to look like she’s off on her way to a funeral some days.
Personality: By nature, Dawn is a gentle soul, soft-spoken and polite towards friends and strangers alike. She attempts to be respectful towards most by default- until they merit otherwise, that is- and, around friends, will often break out of her usual somber personality and act much more openly lively. In addition, while usually composed and naturally serious, she will often become flustered if taken aback or embarrassed. She tends to have a rather dry sense of humor for the most part, and becomes frigid to the point of holding long-lasting grudges when genuinely angered.
While Dawn has a strong code of ethics, she is also a woman of logic and her own observations. When an unfamiliar situation arises, she will often do her best to wrap her head about it, asking questions or simply watching to gain information.
History: Dawn’s upbringing was a simple one. The second child of a teacher and a lawyer, the family lived comfortably in the northern borders of America. It was a peaceful enough existence, even if she was somewhat sickly as a child. However, when she was eleven, her older brother, Allen, made the decision to leave home with a nest’s egg of cash at his disposal. As the child had already grown up into a wild playboy, this decision only served to isolate him further from the rest of the family. He had contacted Dawn after a few years, and while the two have remained in touch throughout the years, their relationship has been somewhat strained.
In the absence of one of their children, Dawn’s parents quickly shifted what expectations they had placed upon Allen onto her. She was pushed further and further to achieve within her classes, leaving her with little time to do much otherwise. While stressful, Dawn did her best to manage, and graduated from high school only to immediately submerge herself in college. She graduated at twenty with a degree in Criminal Justice, and, although originally interested in continuing college to become a lawyer, decided to become a private investigator instead, having been inspired by her late uncle. Her life was always carefully calculated, and the grim, analytical nature she inherited from her parents served her well in her new job. A good life, and one that she had only begun to taste.
Falling into Wonderland wasn’t something that she had planned for.
During one of her cases, Dawn was investigating the old property of her employer when she came across a withered old door that didn’t...quite seem to lead to anywhere, really. Shining a light into it did nothing, and, deciding not to step into the void and risk falling to her death, she turned- only to find herself unable to. Shoved into the doorway by some invisible force, Dawn was transported to Wonderland, a world where all logic was turned on its head.
Job: None at the moment, is currently searching for one.
Previous Occupation: Private Investigator
Crush: OPEN
Other: - Enjoys superhero movies and bad police/crime shows. She’s also a fan of reading cheesy romance novels, but that’s something she keeps to herself.
- Has a, um, a bad habit of "umm"ing in the middle of her sentences. Or pausing abruptly.
"I've only been called Sage, though I've heard Mr. Winter a few times too many to count."
Male
23
"I'm not really sure how to explain what I'm really like, but I could explain what I think I'm like. I don't talk very often, but when I do my voice is pretty soft, I don't like being loud or aggressive, life is too important, and too very very short to waste on pride or violence. I've been told that my glasses must be tinted rose for me to stay so positive, and that perhaps I think things will turn out ok because I spend more time spaced out or in my head than the real world. My Aunt says that a lot, but I know she just likes teasing me. I like people, children in particular, and I like spend a lot of time babysitting or volunteering at the daycare next door to the flower shop when I'm not working, children understand me a lot better than those my age. Everyone's too busy looking for bad in me to realise that I don't have much, if any." "I guess if I had to sum myself up into one word, it'd be Pollyannaish. Although I don't believe it's illogical to be optimistic or positive, we live in a place so enormous that it's hard to remember that, in the long run, none of this will matter. Everyone will fade from history and memory one day, so I think people should enjoy the fleeting time we have, and just focus on what truly makes you happy."
"I grew up mostly alone, I do have my Aunt, but she's a very busy women so even while I was living with her I only saw her a few times a month. When I was very young, about Two or Three, my mother disappeared, and so I went to live with the only family I knew of, My Aunt. She lived in England, with a mansion of a home but no one to share it with, although the circumstances were less than favourable, we were both very happy to be together. I only remember the faintest smile from my mother, and if Auntie didn't have photos, I'm sure I would have forgotten her face altogether. Because of how wealthy my Aunt was, I was allowed to chose between being tutored from home, or going to a border school. Being the frightened child I was, I chose the former, and my Aunt hired one of the greatest live-in tutors in Europe, Ms. Calcelmo. Ms. Calcelmo taught me all the way through my education, up until I graduated "High-School" at fourteen. Thanks to Ms.Calcelmo I had become the highest scoring student in Kensington. After I graduated, I receiving invitations to a number of Private universities, however my interests weren't focused on following the University life. With permission from my Aunt, I used a small part of my college savings to open a Florist shop in a nearby shopping district. The shop itself was simplistic, vintage, and extremely personal. I was it's only employee, and because of that I formed bonds of Trust with my recurring customers. Then, on one slow day, I saw something strange in the backrooms mirror. It looked like an incredibly familiar smile, but I thought it was a Smudge. When I went to whip it off however, everything went black, and I woke up here, in this beautifully eerie forest."
"I am, or was, a Florist."
"There's no one I know well enough to think that way about."
Ava, "Alice" (To her friends from the asylum), Butterfly, etc.
Female
23
Oddly, Morgan always keeps a Calm head even in dire straights. She's a Curious type, taking her time to explore every area in Wonderland. Due to certain events in her life, she Doesnt Trust Others Easily, but is Kind either way. Stubborn, she has quite the anger issues that can lead to "Hysteria". Although she seems Sickly, she is a Determined young woman once a goal is set.
Ah, the poor child..stuck in an asylum for who knows how long. Ever since she witnessed the death of her family she grew sociopathic from the guilt. The killer had been stalking her siblings, possibly for a ransom.
When she was eight, someone had broke into her house. She and her siblings grouped up and were told to hide in the kitchen by their father. The three hid under the table, only able to see what was happening through a crack in the tablecloth. Morgan's siblings snuck out of the kitchen to help their mom and dad, but was a grave mistake.
Morgan could only watch in horror as the killer easily murdered everyone else in the house, even the pet dog. They droped was was presummed to be a lantern and started a fire to cover up their tracks. Before they left though, she grabbed the nearest weapon, a cleaver, and struck them down in hysteria.
She couldnt stop stabbing them until their face was unrecognizable, and the flames spread around her. When she thought it was enough, Morgan escaped the house in time for the police and more to arrive. She was taken in to be questioned and told the cops what happened. After so, she was taken to an orphanage till she was fourteen.
The event had taken its toll on Morgan, as she grew paranoid from nightmares that could be described like lovecraft's stories. She was taken to the redwood asylum after attacking one of the residents in a psycotic episode, where she was officially diagnosed with schitzoprenia and sociopathy.
Thing is, Morgan had her own wonderland. A beautifully demented wonderland that she always drew at the asylum. From the places to its unsettling yet familiar residents. A rare sight for the doctors.
Now, twenty-three years old, Morgan was deemed cured and was set free. Packing her things up and walking out the entrance doors, she spoted a small grey rabbit. Curious, she followed the rabbit to a well, searched inside, and fell into the original Alice's wonderland.
She usually does Odd Jobs around Wonderland, but she's mostly seen working as a Guard and Assistant Blacksmith
None, as of now. (PM Me)
More information will be added here as the story goes along..
Played by: Majora's End
Young Mira, The White Queen, Her Majesty, Etc.
Female
Despite her youthful appearance, she's 31.
One may mistake Mirana for Snow White, if not her ghostly yet angelic appearance. She's a bit small for her age, standing at around 5'2 in height. Although Mirana is mostly seen wearing a elegant victorian dress, she rarely can be seen wearing a suit of armor with her hair in a ponytail.
Learning from what her half brother went through, she instead of being a tyrant is a Motherly soul. Mirana can be Soft-Spoken, emitting a Mature air to those around her. She's Protective to the alices, like a bear to her cubs, and Wise like an old scholar.
Before the original Alice arrived to wonderland, a young Mirana had grown up an only child for most of her life. Her father, the white king, had lost his wife from a fatal illness and had to get remarried.
The white king, when Mira was 6, became the red king after he married the red queen. It was then she met the young red heir, her half-brother. While the king and queen had disciplined the red prince, Mira was the favorited child for her mature, quiet, and introverted nature, but she was always worried that her father would change for worse.
When she was of age, the white princess had inherited the white kingdom and became queen. She straightaway moved back into the white castle without looking back. She made a promise to treat her kingdom better that her 'family' had done.
Present day, Mira and her brother are at war. She gathered an army, bumped up the kingdom's security for any spies, and started to devote herself to master sword-fighting.
One day, she was informed about the other 'Alices' arrival, and how the red king was intent to capture them to escape. That didnt exactly sit well with the white queen. Now she's determined to win at all costs, banish the red monarch, and help the alices return to their world, one way or another...
Mirana is the white queen, and the rival force battling for leadership over Wonderland. She's concidered the opposite of the Red King, showing more kindness and support to her subjects but still rules strictly like a mother.
Mirana sighs in irritation,"Sorry, but it seems im married to my job..would be nice to have a suitor though, hahah."
· Due to the little "Sibling Rivalry" going on, Mirana practices to master sword fighting for if she has to go into a battle herself.
