Dinah Jael Fox
Nickname: Di, Tigger (The Counterpart to her brother's Eeyore.) Captain Caveman (Thanks, Cyrus.)
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Looks:
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?
Personality:
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.
History:
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.
Misc
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 
