JABBERWOCK

The Jabberwock
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!"



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Side of War: Evil: Spades
Disorder: Subjective Doubles Syndrome
Species / Past Species: Jabberwock. "I never was human...never knew I was anything other than my name."
Birthplace / Current Location: Tulgey Woods
Abilities:
Nightmare & Dream giver
Combat Specialist
Night vision
Shape-shifting into his non-human form
Occupation/Position: Lover, Assassin, Any job the queen or Nightshade give him.
Connections: Nightshade, Spades anything, Hearts anything

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Age: Ageless
Height/Weight: Human form: 6'6", 175lbs. Natural form: 20'1" 1666lbs.
Appearance:
Raven black hair so black that it seems to be but a shadow sitting atop his head and piercing pale green eyes so pale and so cold that the Jabberwock has an unearthly appearance are details that strangers would first notice. "It's quite frightening actually," They would say, "He's a rather intimidating man." That is, if they could even call him a man. For though he was a man, he was not a man at the same time with two forms and separate personalities so separate that the Jabberwock was certain there was another of him. The strangers would then go on to describe his tall, intimidating frame. "He stood quite above the rest of the crowd, and appeared like a lion--a lean fighting machine. He was quiet, and appeared almost like a messenger of death come to take your soul and haunt you until he can have it." These were all just general details about the illusionist of course. When looking to describe the Jabberwock it is best to ask one of his victims for if the Jabberwock was asked to describe himself all he would do is smile, nod, and remain completely silent with his hawk-eyed gaze penetrating your soul.

The Jabberwock has black hair, yes. It is shiny to the point of being nearly reflective, and is cut at angles so as it falls to the Jabberwock's chin. However, it is noted that the Jabberwock will cut his hair only to have it grow fully back to his chin a day later. The spectators also clearly described his eyes, but they were also vague. In the shadows of the night the Jabberwock's eyes seem to glow, and his whites radiate light and his pale green eyes haunt whoever catches his gaze. He never seems to look specifically at anything or anyone, but rather looks passed, in a distance, or directly at the soul of a person. His eyes are cold, yes, but they do light up when he is pleased--such as when he is talking to Nightshade. Most of the time though, his eyes reflect a murderous, malicious, aggressive soul that belongs to the Jabberwock. The spectators were also right about his frame. He has an intimidating frame of lean muscle, powerful legs, and a handsome face. He is naturally extremely tall, and that alone tends to give anyone who sees him an uneasy feeling.

When asked to describe his clothing, the Jabberwock's only words were, "black" and "professional." The Jabberwock is often seen wearing extremely clean and well ironed clothes, usually of the color black. Then again, he is usually only seen at night so he could be wearing blue for all people know. However, the Jabberwock is usually very predictable with his clothing.

"That's not me. That's a different me." The Jabberwock responds when asked about his supposedly true form--a giant ferocious beast with wings, claws, and fangs. Those who have seen this form though, recognize the similar eyes and know that perhaps what the Jabberwock says is simply a lie.

When asked to compare his "dragon" form to his human one, people say they are equally as dangerous. Spectators just said it depends on how you want to die. If you want a very physical death, go with the "dragon." If you want a torturous mental death and then physical death, go with his human form.

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Nicknames*: The Jabberwock doesn't do nicknames.
Quirks*: He loves to eat eyeballs. Often asks "Has the other me been here yet?" He likes to chew on bones and often carries around a couple "spares" in his pant's pocket.
Hobbies: Chewing on bones. Messing with people's minds. Getting inside people's heads. Torturing people by giving them dreams then horrid nightmares. Making Nightshade happy. Playing mind games. Writing in the blood of his victims.
Likes*: Nightshade, night, shadows, rain, tea, dreams, nightmares, death, bones, controlling people and things, riddles, winning, his other self (who is really himself), power, weapons
Dislikes*: Queen of Spades, diamonds, the color yellow, not having control, pointless bickering (he'd rather kill someone and solve the argument that way), children, Alice, failure, anything to do with Earth, goody-two-shoes, laziness, slobs, bad smells, snobs, stupidity, whiny people
Strengths: Lying, persuading, fighting, stealth, cunning, manipulative, smooth talker, intelligent
Weaknesses: Temper, quick to fight, hard-headed, obsessive, malicious, arrogant, narcissistic, aggressive, cruel
Fears:Death, the unknown, spiders, bright colors

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History
When asked to describe his history the Jabberwock would merely shrug. He didn't remember when or how he was born, or who or what his parents were. The earliest his memories go is to when he met the Queen of Hearts. He remembers being alone in darkness. He remembers blood and death and then he remembers her. The Queen of Hearts had picked up the Jabberwock and brought him to the Heart kingdom at the age of sixteen. It was at this age that he was fully grown.

The Jabberwock appeared to be in a state of limbo, since his memories again grow rather vague. He remembers spending long nights locked up in a cell and being fed food that he wasn't to fond of. A year passed and being locked up got to him. He grew quite temperamental and aggressive, often biting off the hand of whoever tried to feed him. He found hands a much more suitable meal than what he was being fed normally. After a while though things grew quite exciting for he quite remembers the Queen of Hearts yelling "Release the Jabberwock." He was out like lightning, flying through the air, raiding villages, killing people. The only command that the Queen had given him was to find and hunt down Alice. Needless to say he did not accomplish this goal and he had no desire to return back to the Heart kingdom so he wandered back into the Tulgey woods where he was first born. He lived here for a couple years until he wandered some more and found the Oracle named Nightshade. It is now that his memory comes into full color.

A little before he had met Nightshade some peculiar things had begun to happen, one of them was him waking up one day and finding himself in a human body. At first he tried to eat his way out but time passed and he realized that there was a second him, the dragon creature, wandering around. The Jabberwock began to look for his second self only to stumble upon the Oracle named Nightshade. He was helpless as soon as he saw her. She was able to subdue his wild personality and soon he found himself willingly do the oracle's bidding. After all, he didn't really mind, he got to do things he liked: play, kill, play, sleep, and the such.

More time passed, though he's not sure how much, and then he found himself playing the role of the Queen of Spade's lover. Well, wasn't that interesting. The Jabberwock enjoyed playing with the queen's mind, and was even more happy when she allowed him to give his nightmares to whomever he see fit. It made him feel all official, hearing that a Queen granted him permission--though he would have used his powers even if she had said no. However, the queen also made him do the most atrocious jobs that the Jabberwock loathed and soon he began to loath her. She grated on her nerves and the Jabberwock was really acting about liking the Queen now. It was only the thoughts of his sweet Nightshade and success that kept him going.

Soon the Queen had loaded him with all these jobs that the Jabberwock deemed unnecessary that he hardly had time for his usual fun. He found himself thinking that even the Queen of Hearts was better than the Queen of Spades.

Currently the Jabberwock is a "lover" for the Queen of Spades and he performs numerous odd-jobs. He also constantly uses his illusions on her. His true loyalty is with Nightshade. In a way, he is undercover for her. He has been silenced for the past year and that has fired up his temper and burning hunger more than ever.

Mess with the Jabberwock and you die. Mess with what the Jabberwock is "permitted" to do and you get something far worse than death.

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Nicknames*:
Can you stand on your head? - "Why in the name of Wonderland would I want to do that."
How does your character prefer their tea? - "With a drop of blood and three tears please."
On a scale of 1-10, how mad is your character? - 10
On a scale of 1-10, how loyal is your character to their side of war? -2

�� �� ♦ �� About The Player �� ♦ �� ��

Name or Alias: Well my real name is Alyss, but I suppose I'll go by Deja. Like Deja vu haha.
Contact info: PM
Years of Experience: Seven.
Number of other character accounts:

None

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Oh how he loathed that person. She was a stuck up, snobbish, quite ugly of a person. She was just asking to be impaled on one of his swords, and stuck up for decoration in the basement--where no one could see her! He would get her one day. He would rip her throat out and feed it to the crows. He would peel off her skin and roll her in salt. The Jabberwock sneered to himself and ran a tongue over his lips. He stormed out of Spades castle, and made his way off the path and into some trees. Trees, at least, were some comfort to his murderous thoughts, but not much. How much longer would he have to deal with the bloody Queen of Spades? Oh, how he wished to drown her in her own blood, to have her squirm, and beg for mercy. The Jabberwock licked his lips at the thought. Oh, he would have such a fun time. When that time came, of course. The day the Queen of Spades died by his hand was the day he would go out an celebrate. Celebrate by destroying a couple Spade villages, of course. Anything that even so much as mentioned the word Spade deserved a painful death by his hand. The Jabberwock was jarred out of these malicious thoughts, when he caught a person out of the corner of his eye. His head snapped towards one of the Queen's servants. His pale green eyes icing over as he glared at the person who dared to look at him. He watched as the servant diverted her eyes to the ground.

Afraid. They all were afraid. That's the way it worked wasn't it. The Jabberwock wondered if the Queen was afraid of him. Oh no, she probably wasn't, and how he hated that as well. He wished she was afraid, but he knew that his act had made her quite comfortable around him. The creature grimaced at the thought. He hoped he didn't have to play as the Queen's lover for much longer, because it was a hell lot of work for him to handle. Too much work. Why he couldn't just turn and bite her head off, he didn't know. The monster clenched and unclenched his fists. He increased the length of his stride. "For Nightshade. It's all for Nightshade. It'll be worth it," He whispered to himself over and over again. He exhaled deeply and glanced around him, for the first time noticing that the servants were extremely busy tonight. For what? What were they busy for? Were they painting the roses black? Did the Queen have some lovely evening soir�e to attend that unfortunately, her lover could not attend? The monster gritted his teeth, and his knuckles grew white. Oh, how he wanted to paint the Queen of Spades red. Oh, how he wished. Red was such a lovely color. It was the color of blood, which, in the Jabberwock's mind, was the loveliest thing in the world.

He turned his gaze towards one of the servants, and quickly issued a daydream that turned into a horrendous nightmare, complete with giant stinging bees, leeches, and man-eating plants. The servant started to scream. The Jabberwock casually waved his fingers in a circle by his side. He watched as the servant grabbed hold of her throat, as if trying to escape from someone (or something)'s grasp. Oh, this was the best part. It was all great fun! He saw other servants swarm over to see what's wrong. Again, the Jabberwock twisted his fingers--counter-clockwise this time. The servant, who had been clutching her throat, fell to her knees. Clockwise. The servant screamed and clawed at the ground, as if something was trying to pull her away. Figure-eight. The girl face-planted. The other servants, who had been watching the girl, now turned and saw the Jabberwock. The Jabberwock merely grinned, "Oh don't mind me. I'm just observing the product of the me who's not me." He gave a friendly smile, pivoted on his foot, and continued walking. It's all worth it He thought to himself, trying to reassure himself of Nightshade's motives. Not that he doubted her of course, because he found her to be quite intelligent. He just hoped that what she said would happen would happen soon. He didn't want the other him to interfere, because when he does trouble always would occur.

The Jabberwock's temper cooled the further he distanced himself from the Spade castle. He headed into his forest, his home. It was one place where he was certain he could have some fun. He was off duty right now, at his own calling. He couldn't be a lover all days. Well, at least, not to the Queen. He needed some down time. He titled his head side to side, cracking his neck. Soon he had entered the forest, and he found a nice perching tree to sit and wait.

Thankfully, he didn't have to sit and wait long, for a man looking to be in his early twenties entered the forest. The Jabberwock smiled. Now was his chance, and he wasn't about to let anyone escape from his grasp this time around.

"Let's play a game, shall we?" The Jabberwock, who appeared but a shadow, leapt down from a tree and strode over to the man. It wasn't his fault really, the Jabberwock thought, The young adult had wandered into the forest of his own accord. He tilted his head to the side as he observed the human. His nostrils inflated as he took in the boy's scent. He broke into a grin. Not bad, not bad.

The Jabberwock took a step towards the stranger, and clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. "Well?" The Jabberwock dragged out the sound of his word and chuckled softly. He took his hands out of his pockets, and held them palm forward to show that he meant the boy no harm. Of course, there was a possibility that the boy could not see him. After all, it was dark outside. He was pretty sure that this human's eyes had not adjusted fully yet to the darkness.

"I-I..." The boy began nervously. The Jabberwock smelled the kid's fear. It drew him closer and closer, until he was merely a foot away. He reached out a hand, and waved it over the human's eyes. Then, his hand slowly returned to his side as he heard the boy scream. The boy tripped over a log, and the Jabberwock's lip curled upwards at the end. Why did humans have to make so much noise? It hurt his precious ears.

The creature let out a sigh, and put his hands back in his pockets. He watched the boy writhe on the ground, as if he was being attacking by something invisible. The Jabberwock grinned and gave a mad-man of a laugh. "Ah... I love it when they can't distinguish a dream from reality." He danced around the boy, flicking his wrists and twirling his fingers to cast other horrific visions into the child's mind. Quick sand, harpies, blood-thirsty trees. Crows that will try to peck peoples' eyes out. The monster watched as the boy ran around. At first he noticed the boy try to fight. He then saw the boy give up and try to run. The Jabberwock skipped after the boy, making sure that all of his illusions hit the kid straight in the head. He made an illusion of vines grabbing the boy's ankles, and dragging him towards the earth. Once the boy was on the ground, the Jabberwock knelt down beside the boy. He poked the child in his ribs. His pale eyes met the fearful child's. "You're no fun. Did I get you before me?" He waved his illusions out of the child's eyes, "No matter," The Jabberwock shrugged and stood up, "I'm bored. That's what matters." He hummed softly to himself. Then, he made a tsking noise, and wagged his finger in the kid's face. The Jabberwock turned his back to the kid. He muttered something under his breath, and the shadows expanded.

When the Jabberwock turned back to face the child he was more than three times his height, and many more times his weight. His wings expanded, and cut down some trees. His claws ripped the earth apart. The Jabberwock let out a hiss and a growl. He slit the young man's throat before he had a chance to scream.

The creature stretched, and then took to the sky. "That form gets so uncomfortable, it's rather like being locked up in a shipping box and sealed with lots of chains." He was in the sky for no more than a couple minutes. As a house came into view, the Jabberwock knew he had arrived in a setting far more pleasant to his mind.

The Jabberwock regained his human form, and then thrust open the cottage door. "Honey I'm home!" He laid eyes on Nightshade, and gave a mad grin paired with a wink. "No sense of humor, huh?" He shook his dark mane. "Too bad. I was going to ask you if you'd like to dance." He mimicked a waltz as he took a bone out of his pocket, and stuck it into his mouth.

Hello, aspiring member!

First off, thank you for your audition! All our moderators thoroughly enjoyed it! I must say, I've never seen the Jabberwock portrayed quite like that--and I think that's what I loved most. Very entertaining! However, as you can see, you've been put into our Call Back list. Don't worry--that's a good thing! For more information on this forum, please first read the topic What is a "Call Back"?.

Each moderator (there are three of us) critiqued your application, and together we've found a few things we would like you to work on and fix before we make our final decision. Our main concern was the lack of commas. You have many run-on sentences, and with the abandoned use of commas, it makes reading it very difficult.

Several smaller problems were: run-on sentences, spelling/grammatical errors here and there, and we're concerned your impression of him wasn't quite menacing enough. While the humor was one of our favorite parts, perhaps it could be a little darker.

If you're still interested in this role, which we hope you are, we would like for you to do your best in fixing these problems in your audition piece (just the writing sample). If you would like to correct the rest, that is optional.

Normally, we would give the applicant the rest of the week they auditioned on. For you, that would give you until tomorrow. But our "Call Back" forum was released today, and so, of course, we will allow you more time. We'd like it ASAP, but we won't set a date for you, due to this newly released forum.

While you fix away, the role of the Jabberwock will be closed for judging, however, this does not mean that you are guaranteed the role.

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Best of luck! Please reply to your application once you're finished to let us know!