Tainted Perceptions. [Information & Character Profiles]
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				Title: <strong>Tainted Perceptions. [Information &amp; Character Profiles]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dahling</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 17:07:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 25pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">~:Tainted Perceptions:~</span></span></div><div align="center">(http://i50.tinypic.com/ixy0j4.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Welcome, [you] to Wonderland.</span></span></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Walk with me, if you will, upon streets once cobbled and paved over with time; through a city that's held in a realm of eternal gray.&nbsp; The sun never shines here, the clouds never leave.&nbsp; Sometimes it rains, sometimes it drizzles and when it does it is as if all the misery in the world collects itself in the heavens only to return, to continue the viscous cycle.&nbsp; It is perpetual, it is unending.&nbsp; It is drab, it is gray and what colors....they're dark.&nbsp; Even the blooms in the window-boxes seem out of place here, softer, darker as if viewed through smoke colored glasses.&nbsp; Welcome to Wonderland. <br><br>Welcome to the world on the other side of the broken Looking Glass.<br><br>You never know who, or what, is going to be looking back at you.<br><br>Trash lines the streets and grimy shop windows are full of discount signs, announcing sales for things that are going out of business and simply out of style.&nbsp; Moss grows freely in the gutters and toadstools bloom from sewer grates and the buses run slow, full of victims, their hands pressed against the smooth glass, their faces contorted in pleasure...and in pain.&nbsp; For the predators are on the buses, unassuming, hidden behind newspapers and cell phones, behind books and smiling eyes.<br><br>The predators are on the streets, too.<br><br>From the whore on the corner, with her glassy eyes and too sharp teeth; her nails as red as blood.&nbsp; Don't follow her home.&nbsp; Don't go listen to their screams.&nbsp; Don't go listen to hers.&nbsp; And the bum on the sidewalk, Hatter's man to be sure, who rattles his change and gives a pat in thanks to all who offer their aid.&nbsp; But don't look at him.&nbsp; Don't look too long or you might recognize him later when that corner's taken you into an alley instead of further down the street.&nbsp; Always look back.&nbsp; It's when you look ahead that they get you.<br><br>There's carriers too, fleet men, thin, always in a hurry with somewhere to go, some package to deliver, heedless of who they might run into on the way, with bikes that seem to breeze by as if they flew.&nbsp; Never late, always on time.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Never that.&nbsp; We can't be late.&nbsp; We mustn't.<br><br>You can sell your soul here, you can trade it for a dime.&nbsp; You can lose it on a bet and never know at the time.&nbsp; It's a place of muchness and more, of memory and mice.&nbsp; In the walls and in the floor, inching along the sidewalk quick for anything that might fall but even they have somewhere to go.&nbsp; It's a place of sharks and there's blood on the water and on the walls and on her hands when she screams, when she fights and when she falls.&nbsp; You're only safe when you ignore it.&nbsp; If you can.<br><br>Innocence isn't possible here in Wonderland.</span></div><br><br><br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"The time has come," the walrus said, "To talk of many things."</span></span></div><br><br><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">► Setting:</span></strong> <em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"> The setting is modern, the city is London and it looks...much as one would find above, with the occasional shift and change of doors and streets that don't always lead where they should.</span></em><br><br><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">► Scenerio:</span></strong> <em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"> What we have, is a shared 'dream', where the world is dark and the people come and go.&nbsp; The how's of it, the why's, to be discovered and found out through the story itself.&nbsp; Because of the generally short life span of group games and the essentially limited cast list with which we're using, we've found a way to deal with the problem of disappearing players.&nbsp; Should you withdraw from the game, the Wonderland 'persona' which you used, will be freed up and made available to those who are interested without damaging the structure of the story.<br><br><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">► Notice on Damage/Healing:</span></strong> <em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Because of the very 'dream-like' nature of wonderland, and frankly the level of abuse here within the depraved, all damage heals itself with the crowing of the cock at first light.&nbsp; Everything...expect the removal of limbs; sometimes they do...sometimes they don't.<br><br><br><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">► The Cast:</span></strong> <em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>→ <del>The Duchess</del> (Dahling)<br>→ <del>The White Rabbit</del> (Wistful Dream)<br>→ <del>The Dormouse</del> (Wistful Dream)<br>→ <del>The Cheshire Cat</del> (Dahling)<br>→ <del>The March Hare</del> (Amberghylles)<br>→ <del>The Mad Hatter</del> (Ebb)<br>→ The Queen of Hearts *<span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">Heavily canoned; inquire for details if interested.</span><br>→ <del>The Mock Turtle</del> (Madmartigan)<br>→ <del>The Gryphon</del> (Tumult)<br>→ Bill the Lizard<br>→ The Caterpillar<br>→ The Knave of Hearts<br>→ <del>The King of Hearts</del> *<span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">Currently claimed as an NPC for story purposes. Written by Katsue &amp; Dahling</span><br>→ Tweedledee and Tweedledum<br>→ The Queen's Tarts (Male or Female/Victims)</span><br><br><br></em></span></em></span></em><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">[[While all interest is appreciated, we are currently <strong>not </strong>accepting new members at this time.&nbsp; Thanks!]]</span></div><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">~<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">IC Locations</span></strong>~</span></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The City Streets (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=138969.0).</span></span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Dark they are, mean and full of monsters, full of life.&nbsp; Full of men without faces and messengers and tarts.&nbsp; Mind the Knaves, mind the Hare, mind the Hatter and the Twins.&nbsp; Mind the all, only the strong will win.</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The Broken Cup (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=139142.0).</span></span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Neutral grounds, but for the Rabbit, who is seen waiting the tables as much as she is on top of them.&nbsp; Here it's a little safer than the streets, a little quieter and fare more <em>real</em> than the rest of the world.</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The Hatter's Hovel (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=139130.0).</span></span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">A crumbling manse that seems supported by scraps of wishful thinking, the bricks mortared by their apathy and indifference to collapse. The attics are flooded, the basements are infested, and the things that cannot be found in the neck-high piles of detritus ought probably not to be looked for in the first place. It is a bleak, rotting place that shouldn't rightly exist, and in any more sane place it would not..</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The Queen's Castle (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=139145.0).</span></span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The Queen's Castle, in the very heart of the Red Light District, where her 'tarts' are on every corner and the Knave has been known to prowl the streets, while the Hare is a regular visitor.&nbsp; They let rooms by the hour, or the night or the week. Just...mind your step and watch your front.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tainted Perceptions. [Information &amp; Character Profiles]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dahling</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 20:15:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">~:Cheshire Cat:~</span></span></div><div align="center">(http://i46.tinypic.com/20go3vc.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Answers to:</strong> Cheshire Cat, The Cat, Kitty, Puss.<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 17<br><br><strong>Physical appearance:</strong> Thin, is the Cheshire, delicate and pale, most often seen with dirt beneath her nails, runs in her stockings and a bruise...or three. Sharp angles and soft curves, with a malnourished air and hair that's shot through with dark pink.<br><br><strong>Personification:</strong> Everywhere you go you'll find one. Or perhaps it's the same one. She gets around. Back alleys, side streets, main streets. Where ever she finds herself at the moment, where ever whim and capricious nature takes her. She's been in those rooms a few times. The white ones, but the Mouse was always there to let her out. She couldn't stay, couldn't stand the white but she loved the walls, the floor. So soft, so feathery. But they made her sleep there and she didn't like it. The world's color washed away when she did.<br><br>Sometimes she sits on street corners and spouts poetry and prose, it just really depends on her mood. Once, she was a kept cat. But it was hard, so very hard to stay in one place and one house. So the worlds her house now and she belongs to everyone. She sleeps where ever she likes. And occasionally inclination will nudge her into letting someone pet her for a while. It makes it easier to get the white powder that helps her stay awake.<br><br>People don't see the world the same way she does, and those occasionally cracked lips are always curled upwards into a smile. It's more becoming she thinks than frowning. It takes more work and she'd prefer to avoid it, all of it, at any costs. It's why she's learned to be quiet, so aching quiet except for when she speaks and more often than not when she does it comes in riddles. Though she prefers philosophical to mad, mad would be the best way to describe her.<br><br>She doesn't view the world quite like anyone else. Often unbalanced and unstable. It makes for an interesting mixer on her personality. Capricious, fickle, moody. She's also remarkably sweet and contrite.<br><br><strong>Vices:</strong> Anything to keep her awake; Pain; Absinthe; Nicotine; Candy &amp; a good story. <br><br><strong>Sexual orientation:</strong> The four P's. Pansexual, Poly, Promiscuous. Pet.&nbsp; Switch. .<br><br><strong>Pre-arranged associations:</strong> <br><em>The Hatter</em>; dealer extraordinaire.&nbsp; What's that word, that O word? Own? O...w..ner?<br><em>The Dormouse</em>; for what was one loved is never forgotten. <br><em>The March Hare</em>; the enemy of my enemy is my ....pet me again, <em>please</em>? <br><em>The Knave of Hearts</em>; Tasty, tasty morsel.&nbsp; I don't know why he's so resistant to me wanting seconds...<br><em>Andi</em>; Don't worry, I won't tell anyone how she died.<br><em>The Gryphon</em>; Comfy, oh so comfy. He doesn't even mind when there's blood left on the front seat.</span><br><br><br><br><hr><br><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[center][shadow=purple,left][font=georgia][size=24pt]~:NAMEGOESHERE:~[/size][/font][/shadow][/center]<br>[center][img]IMAGEGOESHERE[/img][/center]<br>[font=georgia][b]Answers to:[/b] <br>[b]Age:[/b] <br>[b]Physical appearance:[/b] <br>[b]Personification:[/b] <br>[b]Vices:[/b] <br>[b]Sexual orientation:[/b] <br>[b]Pre-arranged associations:[/b] [/font]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tainted Perceptions. [Information &amp; Character Profiles]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 20:32:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">~:Dormouse:~</span></span><br>(http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m121kjVXSI1qfuil8o1_500.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Answers to:</strong> Dormouse, Dori.<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 17<br><br><strong>Physical appearance:</strong> Petite, soft, curvy, delicate. These words describe Dori yes; a small in stature person, five feet and a mere <em>one</em> inch, ever to her resignation. Just a inch or two wouldn't be that much to ask...Delicate bone structure, dainty really, elegant wrists and slender ankles, and yet her body is soft, curvy, full. <br><br>She is of wide hips and full bosom, not plumb or perhaps just that, its hard to say. Fragile though, a fragile sense to her. Skin the color of dark caramel, sun kissed golden brown; fits well with the gold and grey depths of her eyes, with the blend of tawny, nutmeg, chocolate and sunlight that is her hair. Contradictions and mixes, an odd, not quiet <em>norma</em> appearance and yet natural, so natural for her. Full lips, button nose, tilted eyes and dark brows, features caught between 'elegant' and 'sweet'; another sigh given over that she seems ever stuck in the mix between girl and woman. <br><br><strong>Personification:</strong> <br><br>Soft, silence, quiet sorrowful eyes. Eyes that <em>know</em>, that see even when they don't want to.<br><br>Timid she might be, girl in soul, but woman in body, feminine and tempting without meaning to. The perfect prey to a certain <em>type</em> of predator. Even if she doesn't want. Especially because she doesn't want. Soft spoken, gentle and yet when needed, voice will come. Tender heart, trusting heart, silly, foolish perhaps. Loyal, especially to Cat. Her Cat. Just want to follow, to hide in the shadow of a greater person, to exist comfortably there and aid in anyway she can. A modest soul, a humble one, simple in desires, simple in tastes. <br><br>Attention not wanted, <em>go away</em> she whispers, she urges. Shadows to lurk in, those of others or on the fringes, both accepted. Quiet one, gentle one, she does not quiet belong and yet she does. She is the other, the sweet to mellow, the innocence to corrupt. Poor little soul. <br><br><strong>Vices:</strong> Cuddles. <br><br><strong>Sexual orientation:</strong> Uncertain, unsure, a little timid -- eager to please, generally submissive, a follower. Just give a little love, a little tenderness and she will kneel most happily.<br><br><strong>Pre-arranged associations:</strong> <em>The Cat</em>, friend of heart and soul, smitten, adoring, anything for her....</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tainted Perceptions. [Information &amp; Character Profiles]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ebb</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 23:35:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">~:Hatter:~</span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5167/5268481739_8cd2035547_z.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Answers to:</strong> Hatter. Sir.&nbsp; (<em>Never</em> "Mad Hatter", if one knows what's good for one.)<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> Old enough to not have to answer impertinent questions.<br><br><strong>Physical appearance:</strong> Lean and lanky, though his frame is hard to determine under the layers of mismatched waistcoat, frockcoat, shirts and suspenders that seem to have been taken from six different suits. Buttons seldom find their proper partners, and the whole is never free from stain, no matter how much washing might occur. His gray eyes behind the fall of jet black hair contain madness, and his great knobby hands with their self-inflicted scars are the instruments of its transmission. <br><br><strong>Domicile:</strong> He has the feel of a derelict about him, yet he has found in this world a home to suit him. A crumbling manse that seems supported by scraps of wishful thinking, the bricks mortared by their apathy and indifference to collapse. The attics are flooded, the basements are infested, and the things that cannot be found in the neck-high piles of detritus ought probably not to be looked for in the first place. It is a bleak, rotting place that shouldn't rightly exist, and in any more sane place it would not.<br><br><strong>Personification:</strong> He is quite, quite mad, you know. It's not the sort of jolly madness with which your eccentric uncle amuses the children at holiday dinners. It's not the kind of madness that makes one wish to utter soothing noises, saying that the fears are unreal and all will be better by dawn. It's the type of madness that reaches out and takes hold of everything within reach, twisting it around the neck until the eyes bulge forth purple, simply to see if the shade might be different this time. It is a madness that haunts him utterly, eating away at what is left of his humanity each day, leaving only damp cracks and corners for it to regrow slightly each night. <br><br>He enjoys pain. Rather, he enjoys others' pain, the way a chef enjoys the fresh raw ingredients of his craft. A man with so little self-control that he craves the domination of others as a bleak form of recompense. Fortunately for him, he's quite good at it.<br><br><strong>Vices:</strong> Cigarettes, Pain, Those Nice Sorts of Sugar Cubes That You Can't Get Around Here Anymore <br><br><strong>Sexual orientation:</strong> Dominant Sadist, Bisexual<br><br><strong>Pre-arranged associations:</strong> <em>The Cat</em>, Pet and Special Project. <em>The Hare</em>, Nemesis. Or was it Lover? These things are so confusing.</span><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 03:15:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">~:March Hare:~</span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://i991.photobucket.com/albums/af32/Amberghylles/00010_022-1.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Answers to:</strong> Stray questions that catch his fancy and mysteries mysterious.&nbsp; Also Hare or you there.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> Hard to say since the Hatter killed time that one time in court.&nbsp; Inconsiderate of him that.<br><br><strong>Physical appearance:</strong> He's not plump, he's healthy.&nbsp; Wears a smart brown suit that the Queen's Tart seems to have shrunk just a touch in the wash, fit just perfectly yesterday... or was it tomorrow?&nbsp; Hair like straw, golden and stiff and decidedly unruly.&nbsp; Except where it's slicked back with a spot of gel that he always carries for just that purpose.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Domicile:</strong> Has no home to call his own so he hangs his hat in everyone else's home.&nbsp; Or he would if the Hatter hadn't taken all the good hats.&nbsp; Enjoys the hospitality of the Queen and her Tarts.&nbsp; Also known to sleep there more often than not.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>Personification:</strong> He's as mad as a march hare, which being that he is a march hare makes perfect sense.&nbsp; Also, as it's not March (or is it?&nbsp; so hard to tell sometimes without any time but tea time.&nbsp; Inconsiderate Hatter.)&nbsp; he's not quite so terribly mad.&nbsp; In fact, he's not bad at all.&nbsp; He's a friend.&nbsp; A shoulder to lean on and a great ear to listen with. (The better to hear you with?&nbsp; No that's another bloke altogether, his ears are quite svelte thank you very much.)&nbsp; He's always there with what you need and he doesn't ask much because he knows you don't have it to give, but he's got to have something in return because he can't be giving things away.&nbsp; Except candy, he always has candy for good girls and boys.&nbsp; But only if they're good.&nbsp; He collects the tears and dreams of others because he seems to have misplaced his own.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>Vices:</strong> tears, emotional suffering, candy, hair gel, sex.<br><br><strong>Sexual orientation:</strong> insatiable, bisexual, switch <br><br><strong>Pre-arranged associations:</strong> <br><em>The Cat</em>, the Hatter's favorite toy, all the better to tease him by playing with.&nbsp; <br><em>Mouse</em>, such a sweet little thing with such sweet little tears.&nbsp; <br><em>The Hatter</em>, so handsome when he's angry... good thing he's always angry.&nbsp; <br><em>The Knave of Hearts</em>&nbsp; One-eyed Jack can only cry half as many tears so he makes up for it by making others cry for him.&nbsp; Such a considerate fellow. <br><em>The White Rabbit</em>, She doesn't cry nearly enough. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tainted Perceptions. [Information &amp; Character Profiles]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 22:05:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">~:Knave of Hearts:~</span></span></div><div align="center">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/knaveofheartstainted.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Answers to:</strong> Ilosovic Stayne, Stayne, Knave, One-Eyed Jack<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 36<br><br><strong>Physical appearance:</strong> Approximately 6'4''. The tall, not-so-dark haired, handsome type. He doesn't drink or do drugs of any sort. He feels those things are under him in a way, but finds it completely appropriate for the company he hangs around to do them. Being so tall, he tends to walk with a slight slump to his shoulders. His skin in almost the color of bleached bone, but that just makes the lovely blue of his eye sticks out that much more. The only thing physically <em>off</em> about Ilosovic is the lack of an eye. When around most or on the streets, he wears an eye patch made out of metal. When in normal company, he removes the patch and allows his guests or company to gaze into the hole in his head. It's a rather horrific sight, not just the hole, but the scarring around it that the patch usually covers. He's yet to talk about how he lost his eye.<br><br><strong>Domicile:</strong> Wherever he chooses for the night. He can generally be found at the Queen's place. Sometimes he wonders if he even sleeps since he can never remember doing so.<br><br><strong>Personification:</strong> There are several definitions for the word 'knave'. A man of low beginnings. A male servant. And a deceitful fellow. Ilosovic embodies all of these definitions. He can't remember much of his childhood, but he knows that he has always been on the streets and always will be. He also knows that he is a servant of sorts to the Queen. If it weren't for her Tarts, he would not be the man he is now. As for how he is a deceitful fellow, well, that would be giving away secrets, now wouldn't it? <br><br>Another definition, or term, for a Knave is the playing card 'Jack'. Particularly the one-eyed Jack. In his pocket, he usually keeps a Jack of Diamonds. An old card, tattered and wrinkled from age. It's an old, French-style playing card. On the back is written the names of the people he trusts the most in his life, but he never lets people see that side of the card. They are the only people he will tell the truth to. Ilosovic has sworn that the only way someone can tell if he is lying to them is if they look at the back of his card, and the only way they are going to do that is if they yank it out of his dead hand.<br><br>Currently, at the top of the list of names on his card is: <strong>March Hare</strong>, and for reasons he will not disclose.<br><br><strong>Vices:</strong> Tarts and cards.<br><br><strong>Sexual orientation:</strong> If it breaths...<br><br><strong>Pre-arranged associations:</strong> <br><em>March Hare</em>, Ilosovic makes the tears and Hare collects them. <br><em>The Cat</em>, that beast, I'll have her eyes one of these days.<br><em>The Tweedles:</em> They would make tasty tarts, but I don't think they have the common sense to know that...or know anything for that matter. They stare a lot.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tainted Perceptions. [Information &amp; Character Profiles]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 22:36:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">~:The White Rabbit:~</span></span></div><div align="center">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1kz9e16Vd1qbgq27o1_500.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Answers to:</strong> Names? Names are important that's true. There's Rabbit of course, that might do. And then there is Wench, Flirt and Tease. Those come often enough. And to a few, Bit, Bitty, and Boo. <br><br><strong>Age:</strong> You should never ask a woman her age. But ~dramatic sigh~ If you must know under five and twenty and more then twenty. That's all you'll get out of me. <br><br><strong>Physical appearance:</strong> <br><br>Oh, la, now that's a proper question for a lady. <br><br>Two for one and one in two, that's just how she does everything. Skin of moonlight and milk, pale yet sometimes colored with imprints, bruises, those she likes, she pets. Eyes big, inviting trust and such a pretty soft gray color, so harmless. And oh those bubblegum lips. Hair of white, snowy pure, and then violet, like candy or ice cream, some sugary tempting delight. To be fair its more white then violet, though there's nothing all that pure about her in moments. Loose curls, styled just so, just so, a proper lady keeps up appearances. Even if she isn't a lady at all. Which she isn't. <br><br>Perhaps its the makeup that gives it away, the long long lashes, those couldn't be real only the fit just perfectly. The shimmer, the sparkle, the dazzle. She likes her eye shadows, never quiet the same, light, of course, not garish but oh the sparkle, the gleam! Her clothing carries on that theme. Risque but with a tweak of innocence, pale colors, pastels and white; edged with black here and there, just for effect. Cleavage might hint, and thigh highs might be flashed but only <em>particular</em> ones get to see a naked Rabbit. Normally. She's as comfortable nude as clothed but some decorum must be kept. Buxom she is, generous in assets as some might say, but leggy and taller then some others at five feet and seven. She favors heels, in boots or regular shoes and carries on her a pocket watch, the only one that carries proper time if there's such a thing. And from Hatter at times she gets pretty hats, but only if she's very very good. <br><br><strong>Domicile:</strong> The Broken Cup, or at least there's where she's found most often. She can vanish and only the brave or foolish should try to follow her when she's running.. <br><br><strong>Personification:</strong> <br><br>Wench, Flirt, Tease, these show some of her. She's well known, sharp of ear and ready with a smile that might have an edge. Distinctive in her pale choices, clean in a world of grit. But all the better to draw the eye, to flaunt and taunt. These she does well. <em>Follow the white rabbit</em>, well she might not be all white but she's close enough. Draw the eye and lead it, never caught, well not if she doesn't want to be, she's always on time, or perhaps a bit early, she knows the time you see, its her task to keep it. So quick and fleet of foot yet sometimes even a Rabbit likes to be caught for certain things...<br><br>Slut, yes that word would fit too. The sex just takes off the edge you see, it can be quick or it can be slow...well not if you're not any good, then you best be quick or find the other side of her nature, feral and cruel. Oh she won't hurt, nary a soul but she knows who can, for she's in the know. So best not do more then flirt unless you know just what to do. <br><br>There's another side too, that of the sad, the melancholic. But she dislikes that, avoids it at all costs and that is what sex is for is it not? And so she rules the Broken Cup, with long ears and sharp eyes, with laughter and flirting, overseeing other 'business' as well. What can buy her changes from day to day, for what works once will likely offend if presented again, or it might well be all the sweeter, you never can know. Moods swift, they go so tread lightly and remember with a Rabbit its all about the right touch. Oh and flattery, that will do you well. <br><br><strong>Vices:</strong> Flattery, Sex, Praise, Control [if you <em>can</em> control her], Watches, Keys.<br><br><strong>Sexual orientation:</strong> Once she would have said if it moved but oh how disappointing, how slow....so give it a try, if you dare. Just remember she judges and if you rate low...<br><br><strong>Pre-arranged associations:</strong> <br><em><span class="bbc_u">The Hatter</span></em> Well she works for him, he's a wild sort, just as she likes and the sex is just as good as the business he can even keep up with her maniac state.... <br><em><span class="bbc_u">The Hare</span></em> Troublesome, vexsome, he knows too much and makes the tears less awful. yet she just can't stay away....<br><em><span class="bbc_u">The Cat</span></em> Like an annoying bratty little sister, someone to taunt and tease for all the mischief the little slut does to Rabbit .... <br><em><span class="bbc_u">The Tarts</span></em> Scorn... prey is beneath her, to be mocked and laughed at, to disdain for their weakness...<br><em><span class="bbc_u">The Gryphon</span></em> Ambivalent so far, he's interesting but not <em>that</em> interesting... yet...</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tainted Perceptions. [Information &amp; Character Profiles]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>04-05-2012, 00:07:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">~:Tweedles:~</span></span></div><div align="center">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/thetweedles.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Answers to:</strong> Mary Dee and Abigale Dum, Tweedles, The Girls, Idiots<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><br><strong>Physical appearance:</strong> They're twins. They dress alike, talk alike, and act alike. To tell them apart, they wear heart shaped sunglasses with one lenses popped out. Mary has the left one popped out and Abigale keeps the right one popped out. Mary also likes to wear her shirts backwards. Both are slender, lean girls with high cheek bones and cupid bow lips. Long, dark hair is usually fluffed about their heads from lack of brushing. They do clean themselves up, but for some reason keep forgetting to brush their hair everyday. The unruly hair gives them a disheveled look rather than a dirty one. Long, strong legs complete their bodies and they enjoy showing their legs off. Hoping to tease and tempt someone into taking a bite from their fleshy thighs one of these days.<br><br><strong>Personification:</strong> Some say Mary is the dumber of the two, but they only say that because she wears her shirts backwards. In truth, they are about the same intelligence wise. No one is quite sure how or why they do it, but they can complete each others sentences and do so rather often. Abigale is the more vocal of the two and more violent. Whenever Mary does something wrong or not 'funny', Abigale usually hits her.<br><br>When someone manages to pry them apart, they will immediately turn on each other. Saying the most cruel and vial things about each other. Yet they act as if they will die if they cannot climb into bed together every night. As if they are each others air and life. <br><br>What they do in bed together is no surprise. They sleep! No matter what anyone says about the two, they have never...okay, rarely...had intimate time together. To break them apart indefinitely would be a cruel fate. The poor girls can't bare to go anywhere without holding hands. <br><br>One thing they do have going for them, though, is their undying loyalty to each other. As lacking in intelligence as they are, they know how to survive. They will always align themselves with whomever they think is most powerful and will take care of them. And may the gods have mercy on anyone who tries to hurt one of them, especially Mary. Abigale can be quite vicious after all.<br><br><strong>Vices:</strong> Sweet talkers, oysters, stories, and poems. Mary specifically: Cigar smoke. Abigale specifically: A good knife.<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Sexual orientation:</strong> Bisexual, but they do tend to lean more towards women.<br><br><strong>Pre-arranged associations:</strong><br><em>The Hatter:</em> He's stuck with us whether he wants to be or not. We provide a good service for him, yet he has still tried to get rid of us in the past. It makes no sense. That man doesn't know what he wants.<br><em>Knave of Heats:</em> Oh my, that eye patch makes us swoon a little. We do hope he comes to his senses and comes to live with us one day. Not many men can handle us together and sharing, but we think he could.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tainted Perceptions. [Information &amp; Character Profiles]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dahling</strong> on <strong>06-05-2012, 20:08:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">~:Cinnamon Tart:~</span></span></div><div align="center">(http://i50.tinypic.com/350wkfa.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Answers to:</strong> Whoever's yelling the loudest, or by retrospect, whomever's going to hurt her the least.<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 16<br><br><strong>Physical appearance:</strong> A short creature, Cinnamon's hair is well, cinnamon in shade and cropped short so that it comes even with her chin; lighter shades flirting through the dark.&nbsp; Her eyes are umber, ruddy, like the color of coffee too long in the pot and her complexion is pale, though it doesn't often seem the case beneath the lights of the Queen's Castle.&nbsp; A whopping four feet and eight inches, the creature is short, delectably so and more than just a little spry, with full hips and perky breasts good for bouncing on Italian leather sofas.&nbsp; Not to mention that short skirt, long jacket she pulls off rather well.&nbsp; Heels only help add to her height.<br><br><strong>Domicile:</strong> Room 233 of the Queen's Castle.<br><br><strong>Personification:</strong> She's also one of the least likely to enjoy her job (as it is her first week) and dreams of a world of blue skies; the sort she's only read about in books and someone who'll save her from the hands of Mother's enforcers.&nbsp; Cinnamon does her best not to go above the second floor of the castle; that way she's never seen first to be selected and still far enough away to avoid all but the very worst of her mother's rants.&nbsp; She also tends to....run....a lot, which doesn't speak very well for her future and in fact, there are those who have warned her that she won't have a very long future at all unless she steps up and acts right.<br><br><strong>Vices:</strong>&nbsp; Cotton candy, cherry lip gloss, chocolate milk and vodka.<br><br><strong>Sexual orientation:</strong> Confused, very very confused.<br><br><strong>Pre-arranged associations:</strong> <br><em>Queen:</em> My mother...is not my friend.<br><em>Gryphon:</em> You terrify me.&nbsp; They told me what happens when you come.<br><em>Knave:</em> ... <br><em>Hare:</em> ... </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tainted Perceptions. [Information &amp; Character Profiles]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katsue</strong> on <strong>23-05-2012, 00:36:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">~:Andi:~</span></span></div><div align="center">(http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r26/katsue63020/1879157134icon.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>Answers to:</strong> Andi, and depending upon which one of Us happens to be in control at the time - Andrew, Andy, and/or Drew<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 17<br><br><strong>Physical appearance:</strong> Androgynous.&nbsp; We are average height with cropped black hair and eyes the exact same color.&nbsp; Our complexion is pale and We are thin.&nbsp; We do not look healthy.&nbsp; A sharp eye may learn with time how to pick up the subtle differences in appearance and mannerism when one of the four assume control.&nbsp; We are always seen in form fitting black, for it's the only color all of Us can agree upon.<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Personification:</strong> Good luck figuring it out.&nbsp; Andi is obsessive compulsive, manic depressive, and schizophrenic.&nbsp; Pardon Us, the diagnosis was "violent schizophrenic."&nbsp; We must not forget the violent, but that is only when...We get ahead of Ourselves.<br><br>Being born female to a cracked out abusive mother caused Us to develop an interesting means of self-protection.&nbsp; After a particularly nasty night spent with one too many of Mummy's male "friends"...Andi cracked.&nbsp; Fractured.&nbsp; Split.&nbsp; And We were never alone again.&nbsp; We see each other in the mirror's reflection and speak silently amongst ourselves in the privacy of Our mind.&nbsp; All Us to introduce Ourselves...<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><em>Andi</em></span> - The Origin.&nbsp; The Broken.&nbsp; Our weakest link.&nbsp; A sharp word, a sudden gesture, an unfamiliar situation - any of these will send her scurrying towards the nearest corner where hours can be spent counting cracks in the wall or tiles on the floor.&nbsp; She is always scared, ever wary, and only feels safe around one person:&nbsp; Cat.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><em>Andy</em></span> - The Joker.&nbsp; The Optimist.&nbsp; Our playful little flirt.&nbsp; He has no problem meeting new people or handling social situations.&nbsp; Beware, fellow males, for he has a wondering eye and an amusingly filthy mind.&nbsp; Out of all of Us he is the most fun, the quickest to laugh, and the easiest to be around.&nbsp; He is simple.&nbsp; But he is not Our most confidant...<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><em>Drew</em></span> - The Slut.&nbsp; The Whore.&nbsp; Our Masochistic Bitch.&nbsp; We cater to her nympho tendencies when it suits Us, although sometimes she must be put in her place.&nbsp; There is only so much damage Our body can take and We all depend upon it.&nbsp; She can be catty, at times, but seduction is a useful weapon and so she serves her purpose.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><em>Andrew</em></span> - The Sadist.&nbsp; The Wicked.&nbsp; Our Instrument of Vengeance.&nbsp; He monitors all Our actions, whispers in Our mind, and is not afraid of anything.&nbsp; It is doubtful you will earn his respect, only Our Cat has managed that significant feat and it was not done easily.&nbsp; Do not earn his ire.&nbsp; Do not push his toleration past its limits.&nbsp; There used to be Seven, and now We are only Four.&nbsp; He has killed.&nbsp; He has maimed.&nbsp; We enjoyed the show.<br><br><strong>Vices:</strong> We are so confusing...<br><span class="bbc_u"><em>Andi</em></span> - Open doors, mirrors, puzzles, playing cards, kindness, and Cat.<br><em><span class="bbc_u">Andy</span></em> - Booze, pretty men, scarfs, shoes, and anything that makes him laugh.<br><span class="bbc_u"><em>Drew</em></span> - Sex, drugs, music, dancing, and anything that causes her pain.<br><span class="bbc_u"><em>Andrew</em></span> - Knives, blood, Us, and Cat<br><br><strong>Sexual orientation:</strong> Allow Us to split it up again for you...<br><span class="bbc_u"><em>Andi</em></span> - Shall we call her asexual?&nbsp; She would rather not have it but that is not a choice.&nbsp; The right person, with a great deal of patience and self-control, might be able to persuade her into the act without triggering a Switch.<br><span class="bbc_u"><em>Andy</em></span> - Homosexual<br><span class="bbc_u"><em>Drew</em></span> - Bisexual<br><span class="bbc_u"><em>Andrew</em></span> - Heterosexual...very, very, heterosexual.<br><br><strong>Pre-arranged associations:</strong> </span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>CAT:</strong></em>&nbsp; She was Our anchor in another world.&nbsp; She helped us slay The Whiner and is the only person in Our life to ever <em>Understand</em>.&nbsp; All of Us agree on Our opinion of Cat.&nbsp; We value her opinion, treasure her approval, and hold her in the highest regard.&nbsp; </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tainted Perceptions. [Information &amp; Character Profiles]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tumult</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 21:32:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">~:The Gryphon:~</span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/silveritha/gryphon1.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Answers to:</strong>&nbsp; Gryphon, Gryph, or Captain. <br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 32 <br><br><strong>Physical appearance:</strong>&nbsp; Defined athletic yet tall, reaching a good 6‘2‘’ with a swimmer‘s build. Yet a seriousness is always held in those pale golden hues that seem to promise nothing but honey even with the sting to truly be there. Though his career has features angled and cleanly groomed, his dark chestnut hair always slicked back or styled in a soft mess around his features when he finds himself to be casual. He makes the saying ‘always looks good in uniform‘ more than true when he takes pride in his wings. <br><br><strong>Domicile:</strong> At The Roost, a more than comfortable and lavish condo building. However, getting within has never been nor will be an easy task. Though it seems he has a second home within the Queen's Castle or The Broken Cup. <br><br><strong>Personification:</strong>&nbsp; A serious man with passion in what he wants but a means to be overbearing in his life. However, occasional known to be dismissive with that forever need to keep friends at arm reach and enemies far more. If only he could ever make that difference by who he chooses to bed, for there is no line nor limit between friends or enemies there.<br><br>It is in this philosophy, keep your friends close and your enemies closer, than makes that charming smile into something far darker. A man seemingly without limits, he twists and lies through the façade of kindness. Gentle to many, and maybe shy at times, those that seen beyond the charm have learned better than to pluck this Gryphon‘s wings. <br><br>For where he has the nobility of a lion, he keeps his gaze sharp as any&nbsp; eagle. But don‘t forget, behind the wit and sharp edge of that beak, there lies the jaws of a lion hungry to find his prey. <br><br><strong>Vices:</strong> Suits, planes, fast cars, loose women, very fine wine, and twisting the truth to his gain. <br><br><strong>Sexual orientation:</strong> A straight edged arrow with a playfulness towards the boys. But he likes women and that is where you will find him.<br><br><strong>Pre-arranged associations:</strong> <br>The Red Queen - He is her favorite client.<br>Cinnamon Tart - His little obsession.<br>The Cat - She knows just how sharp The Gryphon‘s talons really are.<br>The Duchess - Nobility is as nobility does. The Gryphon is her personal driver.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tainted Perceptions. [Information &amp; Character Profiles]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dahling</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 19:31:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">~:The Duchess:~</span></span></div><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/WonderlandDuchess.jpg)</div><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Answers to:</strong>&nbsp; Mistress, Madam, Hir Grace, The Duchess of Lust<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 32<br><br><strong>Sex:</strong> Futa<br><br><strong>Physical appearance:</strong> A tall creature in hir middle years, hir age is worn well; a lithe creature, certainly with the aristocratic features as befitting one of noble birth.&nbsp; Eyes a sharp icy blue, hair the color of leaves in the autumn that hangs down to the middle of hir spine when it's not kept up neatly piled atop hir head.&nbsp; Thin lips that hold much of mirth and malice.&nbsp; Of memory.&nbsp; There is an air of muchness about hir.&nbsp; Slender limbs, and long legs, with a grip like steel and a tongue as sharp as any blade.<br><br><strong>Personification:</strong> It's said the Duchess once owned the cat, before the creature ran away and perhaps there's truth to the rumor, though it's not discussed <em>these</em> days.&nbsp; No, these days instead are spent reveling in the fact that of them all, she is above those trifling creatures beneath hir, tucked away in the comfort of The Victorian.&nbsp; Occasionally those great doors open up when the Duchess is of a mind to entertain and when she does, the parties are always lavish and the Hare is a regular guest.&nbsp; It's said however for which there is a single truth, that the creature is cold and alloof, taking hir pleasure where ever it pleases, with or without the consent of those who join hir.&nbsp; &nbsp;But one thing bares concern, whatever she's about...there's been those who disappear in her company, never to be seen again.<br><br><strong>Place of Residence:</strong> The Victorian, a two story town house that looks as if one ripped it straight from the streets of Mayfair in the height of it's era, carefully preserved and rarely left.<br><br><strong>Vices:</strong> Cigarettes, fine furs, a good tart, a tear stained face choking on hir dick, late night fetes, control and a well told bedtime story.<br><br><strong>Sexual orientation:</strong> Domme, does not submit. Pansexual.<br><br><strong>Pre-arranged associations:</strong> I'll get to this part. Lazy day.<br>&nbsp;</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tainted Perceptions. [Information &amp; Character Profiles]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 19:45:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">~:The Mock Turtle:~</span></span></div><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/Mockturtle.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Answers to:</strong>&nbsp;Mock<br><br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp;Incalculably ancient and certain to die any minute now. (At least 25.)<br><br><strong>Physical appearance:</strong> Slim, tall, walks a bit stiff – the last bit may or may not be related to the permanent and formidable bulge at his crotch. Dresses like any typical Wonderland denizen, in very artful rags. His hat is actually a helmet and he will argue the point into the ground. He keeps a lot of keys. His long hair and neat beard are sage green with ginger streaks. Eyes are black, always bloodshot, usually full of tears.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>Domicile:</strong> He haunts the docks by the battered sea. Which is really a river, so why call it anything else? Stop talking nonsense.<br><br><strong>Personification:</strong>&nbsp;He lives on stories and trusts his fears. The trouble of it is, a very good story often requires braving the fears. Doors, too. One never knows what's behind a new door but if the key fits... well, you face the lady or the tiger or both or neither. Sometimes one loses things, very important things, but if one gathers enough stories and opens enough doors, perhaps they will be found again. They must be found again.<br><br>He is honestly a gentle soul, not wicked by nature, but sometimes the ache of loss does overwhelm one's tender sensibilities. And sometimes it's nearly impossible to extract a good story, if the teller is very dull. And sometimes, one gets a bit peckish. So it's not his fault what happens afterwards. Never his fault. And anyway, it's not polite to bring up these incidents, he'll just start crying again. &nbsp;<br><br><strong>Vices:</strong> Tastes and sounds and smells and stories. Locked doors. Occasional fits of cannibalism.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>Sexual orientation:</strong> Durable. (Pansexual switch.)&nbsp;<br><br><strong>Pre-arranged associations:</strong> TBA<br><br>&nbsp;</span>
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