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♠♥♣♦ Welcome to Wonderland ♢♧♡♤ (2019 Interest Check)

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Rex, The Red King

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The Red King, Your Grace, The Collector of Hearts.

Male

29 years old

Rex has pale skin with auburn eyes - rumors has it they turn red when he is aggrivated. His jet black hair frames his handsomely sculptured face. He wears clothes in the finest of fabrics, mostly in varying shades of black. In battle he prides himself with an armor the color of the blood of his enemies.

Suit of Armor

Rex is obsessed with all the Alices, males or females, that enters Wonderland. He is trying to add them to his Collection of Hearts. He is notorious for his temper, violent outburts and slightly psychotic characteristics. However he is as charming as he is handsome, and he will do everything in his power to controll you.

Lonely steps echoing through the grand halls of Red Castle, running.

She’s back. Hide.

A shrill voice rung along the cold stone walls. “Rex, oh darling. Why are you hiding? It makes mommy so, so sad.”

She's not mom this time. She’s not. She’s not. I know what you did. What you did to father… And I know I’m next.

“You filthy, devil child - disobeying your mother like this. You know what happens next, darling. And it’s all your fault. It makes me so sad when I have to do this, but you leave me no other choice…” Pale, slender arms wrapped around the small boy's body. A careful embrace soon turning into a strangeling grip.

Chains around tiny wrists. Locked doors keeping the world away. Bolted windows ensuring no escape. The silver light from the moon creeping in through invisible cracks. A hushed whisper from the shadows.

“You and I will always be together. Don’t you worry. I love you. Mommy loves you. And you love mommy, don’t you. Don’t cry, sweet prince. Shh. Just like your father, you too will soon be part of my collection of hearts. Then you will always love me."

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Years went by. A twisted game of hearts between a mother and her son. Both desperate to find someone to hold on to, seeking comfort in each other. One day a strange man was by his mother's side. His laugh was gentle and his eyes kind. The man had a daughter as beautiful as the day was bright who's presence made Rex's mother glow with pride. She was so fond of the little princess, who was kind to all she met.

Why… Why is mother… Smiling? Why does her laughter sound so real? I thought we would be together for ever. She told me- she- she lied? It’s all their fault. They want to steal her away. Steal her and leave me behind.

Rex got more jealous as the days went by, falling deeper and deeper into the darkness lurking in his heart. Under the cold eyes of his mother, Rex began plotting his own future. A future where nobody leaves him. Ever. He will make sure of that.

Rex is the red king, and is trying to gain control over Wonderland. He will use whatever means neccessary to obtain his goal - making sure nobody can ever leave Wonderland.

Every Alice that enters Wonderland.

@Furiosa

Blake Bennet, Dormouse

Name:
Blake Bennet

Nickname:
The dormouse

Gender:
Male

Age:
His apperance would suggest he was in his early twenties. Real age is unknown, even to himself.

Appearance:
Small, both in height and weight.

Personality:
- Mellow
- Tea abuser
- Suffers from narcolepsy, resulting in him falling asleep at the most unconventional moments
- Neutral allignment with the royals
- Just want some peace and quiet and for everybody to be happy

History:
Blake is sort of the brown mouse of all the Wonderlanders. He is small and quiet, without a grand personality like so many other locals possess. He has been running the library for as long as anybody can remember, including himself. He thinks of both the hatter and the march hare as good friends, and is one of the regulars at the Mercury Café.

Job:
Blake is Wonderlands very own librarian. His sorting system is based on chategories such as the book's smell, feel and personality, all a subject of change depending on his mood. Ironically, he doesn't really know a lot, because he always falls asleep while doing research. He has a very fractured memory because of this, often misremembering events and mixing happenings together.

There are rumours of secret tunnels all over Wonderland and the heart of it all being the library. Blake, however, can never remember which books that are supposed to go where to activate the hidden switch. *Sigh. It sure would be nice with some help around here.*

Crush:
Indigo Pelacour. He adores her cheery and friendly attitude. Also, he loves it when she plays the ukulele. Sadly, it often causes him to fall asleep…

Other:
Blake has a flock of pet pidgeons that sleeps in the attic of the library. He uses them to send messages around Wonderland, and this is a service he will offer to anybody who asks, though the cost may vary from day to day. Five buttons today, two ribbons tomorrow.

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@Furiosa

The Marchand School of Sorcery

Location: Courtyard

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"Time. Ti-yum. Tai-yuhm." Vanya was dangling his feet lazily from the top of a tree. He enjoyed the way different words felt in his mouth when pronounced slowly. He was able to lie down, sort of, in between two branches that served as a make shift bed in the tree top. Being close to nature usually made him relax, and the courtyard was as close to something resembling nature as he could get in this place.

"March-an. Mar-sh-hand. Mah-r-chand." Even after a few weeks it felt like a strange and foreign word. Marchand Academy. This place was so different from what he was used to back home. A secluded forest village somewhere in Russia, well hidden from non-mages. He was still coping with the different cultures, but it had gone surprisingly smooth. Vanya was pleased by how much he enjoyed the company of the other students. Not all of them, naturally, but more than he'd imagined. It was nice, this feeling of comradery that had developed over the last weeks. The teachers however- Vanya rolled his eyes at the mere thought. Not only did they expect him to practice his magic. Oh no. They even expected him to make progress! He tried his best. A generous collection of cuts and scratches, pretty much everywhere he showed bare skin, was proof of his efforts. Horrible, non-succeeding efforts, but efforts none the less.

A big yawn escaped his lips. It was peaceful up here. The gentle breeze, birds chirping, violin music- violin music? Vanya sat up. After a moment of consideration, he jumped down from his branch-bed, half sliding down the trunk to soften his landing. He waved as he approached her. "That's a- the music, it's, uh. That's a pretty song you're playing." An aeromancer girl. Tatia. They hadn't spoken much before, but she looked so peaceful where she stood, violin tucked under her chin, fingers dancing along the strings. Vanya smiled awkwardly. Him being there was probably the last thing she wanted, but alas. Here they were. Might as well be nice about it.

The Marchand School of Sorcery

Vanya turned around to see where the voice came from. With heavy eyelids and dark circles under his eyes, he dragged his gaze up at the tall individual that had addressed him and paused. "Uhm- did you- you 're talking to… Me?" Vanya pointed his index finger at his own face with a questioning look. There was a hand stretched out in front of him, and Vanya had to remind himself that this was the normal way to greet people in the outside world. "Oh, right. The hand-" Vanya grabbed the boy's hand and shook it eagerly. "I'm called Vanya. And isn't this supposed to be everybody's first day? I'm not that late, am I?" He chuckled. "Oh, that's a pretty bracelet you got there." He said causually as he pulled back his hand. What could have been the start of a longer conversation was interrupted by one of the teachers. He went on and on and on about some rather tiresome information, before ending his presentation with the rooming situation list.

"2 o' 7 a…" Vanya made an effort to remember this number. "Two people and the seven mother's of Gaea- that's, I should be able to remember-" He muttered to himself, before looking at the guy he'd just spoken to. "Wasn't that- that's your name too, right? I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other then." He said smiling.

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@Oooie

The Marchand School of Sorcery

Today was just the worst. Having to wake up at an ungodly hour only to be stuck in a variety of transportation devices all day - and for what? To end up at some horrid institution made by hypocrites who only understood the value of peace after everything went to hell and back again. Vanya scoffed. His parents were naive to think that this school would do anything to help prevent conflict in the future. If anything it would make it even more brutal, seeing as the magic wielders now were trained in more schools of magic than the rest of their family.

Shaking his head, Vanya walked at a slow pace towards the main entrance. He had managed to be late. No surprise there. Not that he was complaining. Being late just meant less awkward small talk. After checking himself in, he was sent down a corridor in search of the common room where apparently breakfast was being served. That was a relief. He had been expecting a too long and very much pointless opening ceremony where some old fart would blabber on about the school and how great this year would be and yaddiyaddiya. Sighing at his own mental images, he noticed a blonde boy further down the hall going though a door. Aha! Common room in sight. He might have been late, but he wasn't going to be the guy who got lost as well. Mentally high five'ing himself, Vanya followed suit and went inside.

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@KillBox

The Marchand School of Sorcery

Vanya Mirohkin

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Full Name:
Vanya Mirohkin (Stress the o)

Nicknames/Aliases:
"Vanya". "Idiot". "You there". "Are you even listening to me?!"

Age:
17

Gender:
Male

Primary:
Terramancy

Secondaries of Interest/Secondaries:
Vanya would like to learn healing in order to be a less frequent visitor to the nurses office. Levitation would also make him able to sit more on his butt without having to get up. Seems legit.

Description:
Tall-ish. Slim. Light muscle mass. Usually wears worn jeans and a shirt/hoodie of different colour, or woollen sweater when it’s cold. He is constantly covered in bruises, small cuts and scratches in various places.

Personality:
Lazy, most of the time. Tired - both physically and mentally. A bit of a slob. 5 second rule? More like free immune system enhancement. Likes the outdoors. Likes to climb onto high places, such as trees, large piles of rocks, hills, bookshelves, etc. Is often too lazy to remember/bother to use the proper name for things. Likes a good laugh. Enjoys pranking people more than he should.

Crush:
None at the moment.

Skills:
He can make plants and flowers grow faster. Vanya has a good aim that he abuses by sending pebbles at peoples back heads when they’re not looking. He is very crafty and likes to work with his hands. Wood carving is a favourite of his.

Weaknesses:
Gets exhausted easily. Can only focus his powers for a limited time. Can not multitask, has a difficult time with focus - is an easy victim of flanking or ambushes.

Brief History:
His family and lineage are the equivalent of human hippies. They promote peace, prosperity and harmony with nature, using their terramancing skills to protect creatures in need, govern large forests and vegetation. Vanya too has these beliefs, but a more laid back approach to it. Is a bit embarrassed about his parents’ eccentric behaviour.

His family is generally against government institutions, believing that raising the young ones is a family’s greatest honour. But after the war, they wanted to partake in the social unity and caution showed by establishing the Marchand, and eventually they convinced Vanya to reluctantly attend the school. He is very lacking in knowledge about magic other than terramancy.

Miu Rosewood

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Full Name:
♡ Miu Rosewood

Nicknames/Aliases:
♡ Mimi. Moomin. Kitty girl.

Age:
♡ Sweet 16

Gender:
♡ Female

Primary:
♡ Trickery

Secondaries of Interest/Secondaries
_{(If you would like a student with preexisting control over one or more secondaries,
please contact Echo with which secondaries you would like the student to know, and a reason why)}
♡ Familiar conjuration, of course! I hope mine's a kitty. Meow.
♡ Illumination. That way, every room I enter will be with a bang!

Description:
♡ Standing at 5 feet blank, Miu is a rather small girl. She has grey eyes and pastel pink hair, which she claims is natural. She usually wears dresses with frilly blouses, accompanied with a matching purse.

Personality:
♡ Miu is a very eccentric girl. Her emotions are both her biggest strength and flaw. She loves strongly, but those feelings can just as easily turn into hatred or resentment. She can go from manic to depressed in the blink of an eye. She adores the Council and all it's members. They're real life superheroes as far as she is concerned. From an early age, earning her fathers approval has been important to Miu. He was a strict man who expected her to take her place in the circus, which she was never able to do. To compensate for this, Miu will try to win the approval of others, usually teachers but also peers, with the right attitude. And the right attitude for Miu is cold, arrogant and withdrawn. As a child of the circus, she likes to either awe or straight up freak out her audience. Combined with her manic episodes, this can cause some odd moments for all parts included.

Crush:
♡ Miu usually develops a crush after a 3 minute conversation with just about anyone.

Skills:
_{(Magical or practical abilities.)}
♡ To entertain herself, Miu often uses her trickery abilities to make it look like other people are wearing adorable clothes and make up.
♡ Miu is a skilled gymnast. Cartwheels, splits, summersaults, you name it.
♡ She has great control over her invisibility powers, having used this to sneak in and out of the hospitals.


Weaknesses:
_{(Achilles' Heels that can be exploited by enemies.)}
♡ Miu is easily overcome by her strong emotions. If somebody she cares about is injured or in danger, she might freak out and do something rash instead of keeping her head cool.
♡ Stressful events may trigger a psychosis, leaving Miu uncertain of what is real and not.

Brief History:
_{(Any notable events in their background that might have shaped them. If you don't want to reveal too much, that's fine.
Please include any information worth mentioning regarding the character’s bloodline in this section.)}


♡ Miu's childhood was shaped by her many ins and outs of several mental hospitals. She suffers from bipolar disorder type 1, and has proven to be quite the handful to her parents from an early age. Her manic episodes leaves her high on euphoria and lack of impulse control and has caused many troubled situations for her.

♡ Miu's family travels with a circus. Her mother, Harriet, a tightrope walker, and her father, Hans, the supposedly strongest man alive, make good use of their trickery magic in this line of work. Miu was brought up to be a contortionist - Her small build and whimsical attitude was a perfect fit for the part. After an incident at the last hospital she was checked into, that left three other patients severely traumatised, her mother pulled her out. At her wits end, unable to handle her daughter full time, she got the invitation to Marchand and was shipped off immediately.

♡ Her family lineage was almost wiped out entirely during the war. Her mother, Harriet, fled, changed her last name and left her past behind as the sole survivor of their trickery bloodline. Wanting to forget the horrible memories of her loss, she tried to leave the magic community behind for good. She joined a travelling circus, creating amazing illusions to awe for the audience, and soon enough caught the eye of Hans - who turned out to be a mage in hiding as well. They hit it of, and the rest is, well, history. Miu was brought up on stories about how the great Council had saved them all from evil, and idolises their members dearly.

Other:
_{(Anything else you think everyone needs to know about your character.)}

The Marchand School of Sorcery

CS ready for approval, yo

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Full Name:
Vanya Mirohkin (Stress the o)

Nicknames/Aliases:
"Vanya". "Idiot". "You there". "Are you even listening to me?!"

Age:
17

Gender:
Male

Primary:
Terramancy

Secondaries of Interest/Secondaries:
Vanya would like to learn healing in order to be a less frequent visitor to the nurses office. Levitation would also make him able to sit more on his butt without having to get up. Seems legit.

Description:
Tall-ish. Slim. Light muscle mass. Usually wears worn jeans and a shirt/hoodie of different colour, or woollen sweater when it’s cold. He is constantly covered in bruises, small cuts and scratches in various places.

Personality:
Lazy, most of the time. Tired - both physically and mentally. A bit of a slob. 5 second rule? More like free immune system enhancement. Likes the outdoors. Likes to climb onto high places, such as trees, large piles of rocks, hills, bookshelves, etc. Is often too lazy to remember/bother to use the proper name for things. Likes a good laugh. Enjoys pranking people more than he should.

Crush:
None at the moment.

Skills:
He can make plants and flowers grow faster. Vanya has a good aim that he abuses by sending pebbles at peoples back heads when they’re not looking. He is very crafty and likes to work with his hands. Wood carving is a favourite of his.

Weaknesses:
Gets exhausted easily. Can only focus his powers for a limited time. Can not multitask, has a difficult time with focus - is an easy victim of flanking or ambushes.

Brief History:
His family and lineage are the equivalent of human hippies. They promote peace, prosperity and harmony with nature, using their terramancing skills to protect creatures in need, govern large forests and vegetation. Vanya too has these beliefs, but a more laid back approach to it. Is a bit embarrassed about his parents’ eccentric behaviour.

His family is generally against government institutions, believing that raising the young ones is a family’s greatest honour. But after the war, they wanted to partake in the social unity and caution showed by establishing the Marchand, and eventually they convinced Vanya to reluctantly attend the school. He is very lacking in knowledge about magic other than terramancy.

♠♥♣♦ Welcome to Wonderland (CLOSED FOR NEW REBOOT) ♢♧♡♤

Warm rays of sunlight was shining in though the dirty windows of the library. Not a sound could be heard from the inside. No signs of life at all except for a cup of tea with a crumbled biscuit laying next to it. Layers of dust covering most surfaces made it seem unhabituated. The other half of the biscuit could be found by following a trail of crumbles towards a large, wooden cabinet, door slightly ajar. "Wha- That noise- Who-" Both doors burst open as a man leaped outside. Not so much leaped as stumbled, tripping on a blanket that also came tumbling out with him. He steadied himself on a nearby table, regaining his balance, before making his way towards one of the giant bookshelves.

"Shh, shh, shh. Hey, what's the matter now?" A gentle voice cooed. "Was mister Heathcliff bothering you again?" He sighed, and mumbled. "That guy really needs to get some stuff sorted out…" Nimble fingers pulled out a book from the shelf. "Let's find you a nice, new home with better neighbours than that." He cradled the book in one arm, the other hand running along the spine of rows and rows of books. "Too rude. Too cushy. To dead, yuck. Too opinionated. Too sweet." He came to a halt. "Ah, this might do…" Squeezing the book into the row, the man smiled to himself. "Seems like a good fit to me. Let me know if you disagree, now." He skipped back to the counter with the teacup and tossed the biscuit into the air, before capturing it with his mouth and humming gleefully.

A little mouse, who'd just finished cleaning the floor from crumbles, came crawling up the man's leg - all the way up to his shoulder. It whispered something in his ear, before giving him a deep bow, disappearing the same way it came from. The brunet took a deep breath. "What would I do without you little scouts." He leaned back in his seat, staring up at the ceiling. "So the Alice's are back, huh. I always miss something important during my naps…"

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A loud yell was rumbling through the Red Castle. "No! No, no, NO! This is all wrong." The red monarch was facing an empty wall, hands clenched in fury. "This was supposed to be garnet and you imbeciles have painted it what? Mahogany?!" He touched three fingers to his forehead, taking a deep breath. Two workers were standing a good distance behind him, holding their paint brushes behind their backs, trying to hide their trembles. With a whirl, Rex turned to face the two men. "You must think I am a fool." Slowly, Rex moved towards the unlucky two. Speaking in a thoughtful manner, he continued. "Yes. That must be it. You thought I would not notice the difference. Correct?" He shaked his head as a haunting laugh escaped his lips. "I do not tolerate mockery." He spat. "Guards!" Five red guards entered the room, the nearest ones gripping the two workers. "Consider this an opportunity to reflect. Reconsider." Rex turned towards the wall again, the smell of fresh paint still in the air. "Now get them out of my sight." The monarch waved his hand in a tired fashion. The workers were put in shackles and dragged down the hall in complete silence. There was no point in pleading - a fact they knew all too well.

"What am I supposed to do." He sighed to himself, once he was alone in the room. "I do my best everyday, but they still try to ruin my hard work." Rex walked closer to the wall, staring at it for a few seconds before a clenched hand collided with it. A grimace formed on his pale face, but no sound was made. "What a waste of air."

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Rex rubbed his sore hand absentmindedly as he walked down a pathway in between the blooming flowers in the royal garden. It was a beautiful day with sunshine, birdsong and buzzing bees bumbling by. Although the monarch seemed completely unfazed by it all. He kept his eyes on the ground, furrowed brows as if deep in thought. Further and further into the garden he went. The greenery had a calming effect on his nerves - not that he would admit it to anyone, mind you. That's when he noticed something. Or rather - a somebody. The king lifted a hand up to his forehead to block the sun and squinted his eyes. "Who goes there? Speak up." He demanded in a loud, clear voice. Not threatening, yet, but with an obvious hint of annoyance.

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Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

<Snipped quote by Furiosa>

OK.. Always welcome back.if you want you can even throw strange rings into mount doom

@PrinceAlexus

Thanks. It's sad, but I think it's what needs to be done right now. I'll be watching from the world of shadows. Hopefully the Nazgûl's won't find me.

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

I think I need to take a break from this RP. Kind of lost my motivation, and the IRL pressure is hanging over me like a dark cloud, ha ha. I will keep an eye on the story from time to time though, so I'm not completely out. Just won't be posting for a while.

♠♥♣♦ Welcome to Wonderland (CLOSED FOR NEW REBOOT) ♢♧♡♤

Blake Bennett, the dormouse.

Name:
Blake Bennett

Nickname:
The dormouse

Gender:
Male

Age:
His apperance would suggest he was in his early twenties. Real age is unknown, even to himself.

Appearance:
Small, both in height and weight.

Personality:
- Mellow
- Tea abuser
- Suffers from narcolepsy, resulting in him falling asleep at the most unconventional moments
- Neutral allignment with the royals
- Just want some peace and quiet and for everybody to be happy

History:
Blake is sort of the brown mouse of all the Wonderlanders. He is small and quiet, without a grand personality like so many other locals possess. He has been running the library for as long as anybody can remember, including himself. He thinks of both the hatter and the march hare as good friends, and is one of the regulars at the Mercury Café.

Job:
Blake is Wonderlands very own librarian. His sorting system is based on chategories such as the book's smell, feel and personality, all a subject of change depending on his mood. Ironically, he doesn't really know a lot, because he always falls asleep while doing research. He has a very fractured memory because of this, often misremembering events and mixing happenings together.

There are rumours of secret tunnels all over Wonderland and the heart of it all being the library. Blake, however, can never remember which books that are supposed to go where to activate the hidden switch. *Sigh. It sure would be nice with some help around here.*

Crush:
Indigo Pelacour. He adores her cheery and friendly attitude. Also, he loves it when she plays the ukulele. Sadly, it often causes him to fall asleep…

Other:
Blake has a flock of pet pigeons that sleeps in the attic of the library. He uses them to send messages around Wonderland, and this is a service he will offer to anybody who asks, though the cost may vary from day to day. Five buttons today, two ribbons tomorrow.