The Cheshire Cat"As you can see, I'm not all there myself. . ."♠ ♣ ♦ ♥ Basic Character Information ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠
Side of War: Unknown. He works for neither and both, and only does so to benefit himself. Although his sick lust with killing deems him a more beneficial evil character, his allegiance is strongly unknown. Because he is such a valuable player due to his ageless history, mysterious knowledge, and remarkable abilities and talents, he is tolerated and accepted by both war sides. Whichever offers him more, and finishes in the winner’s circle, is where he’ll be.
Disorder: Antisocial Personality Disorder: A condition characterized by persistent disregard for, and violation of rights.
Species / Past Species: Feline as well as human.
Birthplace / Current Location: If you can find your way through the Tulgey Wood, you just might find your way to the Cheshire Cat. If not fulfilling an assassination somewhere, he remains deep in this forest, and can usually be found near the Tumtum Tree. Just keep your eyes peeled for a grin without a cat!
Abilities: The Cheshire possesses many abilities for a cat! His most crucial would be the most natural of them all: acquiring nine lives. After an encounter with Ace many years ago, his typical nine lives transformed into a chance of immortality. For each life he takes, one of his own dies as well. But for each life he saves, he gains one of his own back. He also changes colors with each, “Deadly Grin”, a sin which dominates his personality. Not only can he change colors in cat form, be he possesses the ability of invisibility, floatation, and can transform into a human. Additionally, Ace gave Chess his powers of a Traveler: granting him the gift to travel to other worlds. The Cat is also the only creature who knows the unseen shortcuts of the Tulgey Wood—making it almost impassible to navigate without his help, but never impossible.
Occupation/Position: Assassin. He is more than experienced and practiced in the art of assassination. What he does, he does disturbingly well--it’s almost more of a talent than an occupation. He would, after all, deem it his favorite hobby! If you’re on his hit list, any breath may be your last. All you could do is pray he’s in need of one of his own lives, instead of yours!
Connections: Being one of the few to have lived during the Acerian times, he was more than familiar with Ace. He granted him probable immortality, as well as the powers of a Traveler. Doing so, Chess must continue out the accepted task to one day retrieve Alice and bring her back to Wonderland. Little does he know, Alice is Curiosity’s main provider—his long-term rivalry. Since the Cat is in-between sides, he carries out tasks for each of them, thus connecting him straight to both war Queens: Redd and Diamonds.
♠ ♣ ♦ ♥ Physical Appearance ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠
Age: Older than your typical house cat, that’s for sure. The Cheshire is one of the few ageless Wonderlanders—and one of the few to remember its former ruler, Ace.
Height/Weight: In cat form, he tends to bellow out like a slightly over-fed house cat, and comes to a human’s mid shin. As a human, he’s features are lean and muscular, like a cat. He stands just less than 6 feet.
Appearance:His feline appearances are all exaggerated features of a typical cat. His fur is thick, long, and could be described as “fuzzy”, if not more than occasionally mangled in dried victim blood and other worse things. The natural shade is a violent purple, though it changes depending on his grin. Stripes decorate his body in deeper versions of the shade he’s sporting. He’s a very large cat, both in size and height. In relevance, he could be sized as a small dog. His paws heavy and wide; his tail very long, and wide like a raccoon’s. Large claws, used as deadly weapons, are unusually lengthy and always razor sharp. Almost animated, his eyes are stained in rich hues of caution yellows and endearing gold. Like the stripes on his fur, his only other parallel feature is the thin black line of his pupils—reflecting the truest danger of the Cheshire Cat. When ready to attack, the ebony slits dilate to unnatural extremes—a visual blackout in his eyes. Unfortunately for the victim, witnessing this warning would get them only as far as a skipped heart beat; for it happens one and three seconds short of an instant. Whether he’s a human or a cat, one thing always remains the same: his notorious grin. A mouth full of knife-like pearly whites, slightly stained from years of various bloods, constantly stretches very widely across his face in a mocking smile. If you happen to catch his face "sober", the most you can expect is a smirk arching from the crook of his lips. His human form resembles much of a cat’s: very lean and muscular, and agile and graceful in movement. While the shape of his body transforms, several features remain the same: his eyes, claws, teeth, and of course, grin. As both a human and cat, his appearances inevitably comes off ominous, taunting, and dangerous.
♠ ♣ ♦ ♥ Other ( * <-- Means Optional) ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠
Quirks*: He greatly enjoys a good head to sit on occasionally. However, not just any head will do!
Hobbies: Killing, assassinating, hunting, singing, making up nonsensical songs and poems, torturing, and tricking.
Likes*: He takes pleasure in confusing/irritating/angering others, asking random/unimportant things, pushing people’s buttons, bathing, eating, taunting, gaining benefits, eating Dormice, and being a nuisance.
Dislikes*: Being serious, inconvenience, losing, his back feet touched, losing a life, Curiosity, being hungry.
Strengths: Agility, sly, unpredictable, unknown side of war, navigating, cunning, sharp claws/teeth, invisibility, floatation, nine lives.
Weaknesses: Impatient, single-minded, emotionally controlled by his Deadly Grins, under oath.
♠ ♣ ♦ ♥ Character Past ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠
History As a cat, Curiosity is a natural defining characteristic, but also the cause of a never ending rivalry between the two. The Cat was always trying to kill Curiosity—his greatest threat. The only problem was Curiosity seemed to be doing all the killing. Losing countless times, the Cheshire had but one final feline life left to live...that is to say, before the Ace came to him.
Ace knew that in the grim future of Wonderland, this cat would be between sides of a great war—killing and working for them both. It was then that he made a deal with the Cheshire, empowering him with a somewhat cursed blessing. For every life he took, one of his own feline lives was equally killed—but for every life he saved, he would gain one life back. He accepted with the confidence to finally destroy Curiosity. In return for his newfound powers, the cat would be required to someday seek out the legendary dream child, Alice—thus granting him Ace’s own ability of a Traveler; a person who travels between worlds.
♠ ♣ ♦ ♥ Just For Fun ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠
Nicknames*: Cat and Chess are both acceptable. Give me more if you’d rather!
Can you stand on your head? - "Can I sit on yours?"
How does your character prefer their tea? - "Tea? Hmm... No, no. I’ll just take the tea pot with the Dormouse inside."
On a scale of 1-10, how mad is your character? - 10--definitely one of the maddest characters here.
On a scale of 1-10, how loyal is your character to their side of war? -10--he will always remain unknown, though you're free to try and persuade him.
♠ ♣ ♦ ♥ About The Player ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠
Name or Alias: Hollie, though you may call me Chess, if you wish it. Everyone else here does! :3
Contact info: MSN: firstname.lastname@example.org–Please say who you are before adding me.
Years of Experience: Six years and counting!
Number of other character accounts: This is it! And it’s more than enough. It will always be first priority in role playing.
♠ ♣ ♦ ♥ Quick Survey ♥ ♦ ♣ ♠
How did you find us? - In my own Wonderland.
What do you think of our group? (Our characters, storyline and/or formats?) - It’s insanely wonderful! That’s not being biased, is it? X3
What is one thing you feel we could improve on? Activity! Hopefully that changes soon.
The land that was once named after wonder and imagination has lost itself; transformed into a new world of murderers, traders and spies. A world where, at every turn, you’ll find a new death to mourn, or a new battle to fight. A world made of good in a land creating evil.
Fighting is strenuous work—but keeping your allegiance is effortless. That is to say, except to one…
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‘Don’t Step On The Momeraths!’ a bulky sign warned; its wood decaying just like the land it belonged to. With knife-like claws (courtesy to a Three of Spades he used to sharpen them on moments ago), the sign split in two, falling into a bush in the Tulgey Wood as if it never existed. To the right of the bush were the silly creatures; each a bright color contrasting the dull gray tones Wonderland seemed to fashion in lately. The Cheshire Cat allowed his casual violet stripes on his fur to spiral off, leaving behind a camouflage of invisibility. His body completely disappeared, leaving only one thing lurking behind—his grin.
Paw prints painted the ground around the momeraths; reappearing and vanishing--circling and stalking. Their oblivious stares of confusion were instantly wiped clean, and fear flooded their miniature eyes just before their own crimson fluids sprayed each other.
His body solidified to join his sadistic grin, and his eyes settled upon the creatures that still subsist.
“Hmm. Mome…wraths?” he purred, clearly intrigued. The ominous smile ceased to waver even in the slightest as he spoke. “Why, if it’s wrath you fancy,” his purple stripes slowly diminishing into a burning shade of red, “I’d be happy to oblige!” But before he could flash the deadly grin, the ground pulsed with an unwavering beat that only one Wonderlander could compose.
Trees collapsed, the grounds split, their world broke… Most importantly, however, those few remaining momeraths fled before he could finish playing; ruining his fun, and slightly curving his crescent moon grin in the opposite direction. His red coat of wrath had been interrupted and, before it could finish, a new shade began to pulse from his tail, dominating his incomplete scarlet rush.
His world crumbled around him, and yet he didn’t move an inch. Whilst he sat in momerath blood, his grin grew more and more with life, as the land fell more and more with death. How he suddenly longed for the ability of such destruction! The endless possibilities! The fearful power that no one dared question, nor challenge! As the flower’s tantrum drew to an end, the Cheshire Cat was now coated in such deep hues of green, he looked as if he was carved from emeralds. Envy plastered his face.
The cat moved on, still green as ever, observing all the admirable damage. “How marvelous!” he would occasionally snicker, his long tail swaying rhythmically with his galvanized mood. On his gander, his dangerously quick eyes landed upon a slithy tove, frightened and frantic from the sporadic chaos. Snack time.
Trotting ever so lightly with the tasty creature in his mouth, he paused and sat by two large feet without glancing at their owner. The cat’s head tilted, taking in the scene of the broken tea pots and decapitated table, while his lifeless treat landed on the ground with a ‘thump'.
“So...,” he began, pausing dramatically as his eyes finally inched their way to find the March Hare’s face. The feline’s eyes danced with ill humor, but his voice was touched with genuine casualty. The tension revolving around this distraught character pulsated with emotions, almost as if they were pooling out from within him. Chess granted the Hare one of his notorious grins before vexatiously blurting out the man's loud, bitter thoughts.
“Looks like you’re all alone!”