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18 June 2012, 01:00 AM   #1
The Founder, Vivaldi Elizabeth {E.} Sands, Aaron Vaughn Williams.
Joined: 31 Mar 2012
Posts: 63
Welcome to wonderland, you fine fellow. Care for some tea? A crumpet, perhaps? No? Well, how about you tell us a bit about yourself? Your name? Is there something else I may call you by? Well, how old are you, darling? May I ask, since I get quite confused, or you male or female? Now, now, I don't mean to cause a fuss. Well, since you answered that, can I inquire your sexual orientation? Well, what are you? Your species, in case I am being too vague. A shapeshifter perhaps? An ordinary human? My word, just tell me! May I ask of your personality? A short temper, maybe? A shy little blossom, perhaps? Do you have a special talent that you have discorered? What do you like and dislike? I personally loathe the darkness.. What of your past? How and when did you come into being? If you are already typing in your application in the comment section by copy and paste, please delete what you have written now. Your application will be given to you upon request by PM. After filling out the application, you may then submit it to this topic to be reviewed. Thank you for your time and patience. Now, if you excuse me. Wonderland awaits.
Vivaldi
Elizabeth Sands
Aaron Vaughn
Williams

18 June 2012, 06:40 AM   #2
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Last edited by ‹<♬>Minnie♥Melody<♬>›, 19 June 2012
Basics Full name; {Leigh, Murrina (M.) , Cereus.} Nickname/s; The Doll Gender; Female Age; 13 General Date of Birth; December 25th, 1999 Place of Birth; England Sexuality; Straight Talent; Singing How did you find out you had it; Frankly she was "Made" with it. It is a factor to her creation. Physical Hair description; She has long raven black hair that often covers her face. It is silky, and soft, almost as if it isn't human hair. Eye description; Often the first thing others notice about Leigh it her enormous "Doll like" eyes. They are a deep, marble like, dark blue. It may not seem so, but she is actually blind in one eye. Height; She is rather short, around 4'7 Weight; 67 Pounds Tattos; On the back of her neck, a strange marking is displayed. It almost seems like the letters G.L. are carved into her skin. Piercings; N/A Typical clothing; She wears a gloomy dress that falls over her knees. An old apron is tighed around her waist. She walks barefoot. Anything else; Personal Personality; Leigh is a strange charecter indeed, often found gazing into the eyes of strangers, or staring at what seems to be nothing. She is very quiet, and rarely speaks unless spoken directly to. Mysterious and creepy in a way, she regularly begins singing softly to express her emotions. In a nutshell, she simply isn't "All the way there." Her mind is "Broken", a mess of puzzles, and unsolvable riddles. If you somehow manage to make it past her strange, and creepy exterior, you'll find a very clingy-seeming child. If she takes a likeing to you, be careful to show friendliness... she doesn't take kindly to being rejected. Strengths; Her child-like charm, aluring voice, impressive riddle solving abilities, and the constant awareness of danger Weaknesses; She's quite fragile literally, and metaphorically. She can also be quite gullible. She's very clingy to those she trusts, often burdoning them with her constant presence. Her biggest weekness is her lack of "Mind." Iterests/Hobbies; She enjoys her singing, often creates strange patterns in the nature surrounding her, is fascinated by others, and animals. She also enjoys puzzles and riddles. Dislikes; She despises rain, and water in general. Though she doesn't have the ability to actually feel temperature, her body responds as a normal one would to heat and cold. She feels uncomfortible in or around heat, so she often shys away from fire or hot places. She has a deeply embedded fear of falling, and high places. She also dislikes mirrors, and will panic uncontrollably if one is broken in her presence. Bad habit; She has a certain.... sinister obsession for "Breaking" things. History; Once upon a time there was a little orphan girl, alone in the streets of London. The girl had lost her memory, and roamed the dirty allyways in search of food, and shelter. She was terribly sick, and though she pleaded for money, no mercy was shown to a worthless street rat. And if a kind soul passed, they would offer to walk her to the nearest orphanage, which would send the child running back into the dark corners of London. You see, the girl had lost her memory. Though she was certain she was 6 years old, she didn't know her birth day. She didn't remember her family... or her life before waking up on a filthy street. One faithful day, the girl collapsed from hunger. She fell in the middle of a busy street, unnoticed by the bustling people, and passing horse-pulled carriages. She would have died, if not for a seemingly kind-hearted wealthy nobleman stepping from his carriage onto her dusty coat. He lifted her from the ground, and brought her back to his large mansion a few miles from the city. Though she was reluctant to warm up to him, or even stay in the strange frightening place, he managed to convince the innocent child to stay. The man, called Lindredge pampered her, and cared for her deeply. He took her in as his own child. But there was something strange about the child. Something... off. Lindredge, blinded by his adoration, never seemed to notice the stange behavior of the child. He named her Grettle. Woman fawned over Grettles' beautiful long black hair, and pinched her cheeks, attempting to give them a rosey glow that never seemed to appear. Grettle hated the woman for hurting her, and pulling her hair. She screamed at them, and kicked wildly, clinging to Lindredges' trouser leg. In turn, she was shunned by the children, and their mothers. They called her a "Demon child", unfit for society. Lindredge was shocked by this reaction from the city, and hid Grettle in the attic, guarding her from the ugly world outside. As the years went by, Grettle became even stranger, lashing out at Lindredge during the day and smashing China, yet crawling into his bed at night, to afriad of the "Monsters" to sleep alone. One night, Lindredge caught Grettle talking to herself... or to nothing... as she gazed outside her tiny window, talking of Curses, and the "Naughty children" outside who needed to be punished. Though he refused to admit it to himself, he knew that deep inside he was afraid of the strange child.. or rather afraid of what she was becoming. He wondered what he was doing wrong, after all he spend entire days with her inside her hidden room, playing with tea sets and reading her stories. She was particularly fond of one. "Alices' adventures in Wonderland". She adored the book, insisting Lindredge read, and reread it. He was quite happy that she had found something to take such joy in, and allowed her to sleep with the book. It was for naught... upon finding her in the morning, Lindredge was horrified. Grettle had ripped every page from the book, and attempted to eat them. Lindredge began to neglect his visets to Grettle. He locked his bedroom door, and would pass food to the child through a slot in the thick wood door. Grettle began to pound on her door all through the night, kicking and screaming to be let out of the cursed attic. Wanting attention, wanting Lindredge. After a few weeks, the pounding and screaming ceased. Lindredge continued to pass food through the door, and shy away from viseting the frightening child. At night, he would hear strange whispers in his ears. Nightmares raged in his mind every time his eyes would shut. He grew weary, and paranoid. certain that Grettle had something to do with his strange temperment. He boarded up the door to her room, and stopped giving her food. Sleeping with a Bible under his pillow, he prayed nightly that the curse he had brought upon himself would leave. To his deep dismay, his condition grew worse. Dark lines creased his forhead, and his eyes sunk into his head. He began to talk nonsense, frightening children, and strangers on the street. Lindredge was convinced he was being tormented by the cursed child in his attic. So, he decided to send her back to hell. Dousing the barred door with gasoline, and pouring it into the slot in the door, he tossed a lit match inside and watched it engulf the door in flames. His vision grew quite fuzzy with smoke as the room burned. Suddenly, he was no longer in control of his limbs. The charred wood barring the door was ripped from their nails by his own hands, and the door kicked open by his foot. Lindredge was horrifed by what he saw. Pained all over the walls where demonic symbols of all sorts. The letters and lines as red as blood. In the center of the room, standing still as a statue was Grettle. Her eyes enormous black holes. A strange smile twitched onto her lips as the fire engulfed Lindredges' vision, making him scream in pain and agony. "You Left me daddy." 228 years later Men... those are men. Figures were surrounding her vision, a bright flame in such a dull room. "What is it?" "I don't know doc, looks like some kind of doll. Ya' know, one of the wax figures?" "In a place like this? What's it doing here?" "Hell if I know! Just look at it though doc! It looks so real... kinda creepy lookin' though am I right? With those big eyes..." "Yeah, gives me the shivers. Well.... what are we supposed to do with it?" "You're the one in charge Doc. If it's in this place, it's ancient. And if it's ancient, it's worth a lot of money." "Yeah.... but who would buy something like this... besides some creepy ass musium..." "People'll do anything for priceless things these days. Let's just send it back with the team." "It's just so weird... the entire rooms' burned to a crisp, yet this thing sits here completely untoutched looking like new? It doens't add up." "Yeah you're right... think it's some prank?" "You know what... I bet you a million bucks some broke in here and left this creepy ass thing here just to start rumors. Leave it." "You're the boss Doc." No... don't want to stay here... take... "Hey Doc... do you hear something....? Doc....? Doc?! DOC!! BLOODY HELL!" ~ After the mysterious murders of Alexander Flan and Doctor Bengamin Hamming, the police buried the bodies and found a strange life like doll splattered with the blood of Flan. It is suspected that Hamming murdered Flan, than somehow killed himself. The cause of Hammings' death is unknown. The Doll was sent to the local musiem where it was cleaned and cased, but went missing the next morning. The Doll hasn't been found. ~ Wonderland.... I found it.... I finally found it.... just like Alice... I'm falling... falling... falling... ~ I remember now.... A dull man sits on a hard wooden chair, his skin peeling and charred. His eyes are wide, and seem to have rolled back into his head. He holds a paint brush, and makes tiny gentle strokes with it's soft bristles on a small figures face. Black hair billowing out around it. "There you are... now you have your eye back. Such a shame you lost the real one..." Daddy.... "You cannot speak yet darling, you must wait." The man lifts a tuff of silky hair from the figures face, revealing a sickening sight. Charred skin, and oozing welts cover the figures cheek. "You're broken. I have to fix you yet again. You always seen to get yourself into trouble darling." Daddy.... "Shhhhh..... little dolls cannot speak." "Right darling?" ~ (The rest of her History is a kind of mystery... her "Daddy" had given her a new name, and her "Birthday" is when she was found by the officers in the attic, which is strangley the exact same say she was fully created as a doll. I hope I didn't confuse you.... It was kinda choppy...)

18 June 2012, 05:05 PM   #3
The Founder, Vivaldi Elizabeth {E.} Sands, Aaron Vaughn Williams.
Joined: 31 Mar 2012
Posts: 63
"Well, good day to you, Miss.. Leigh Cereus." The formal man tips his hat to you in a kindly gesture. "Welcome to Wonderland. Now, if you would please step behind me, and make your way through the door." The man gestures behind him, where a door appears out of no where to the left. The door is one of the smallest you've ever seen, and it would be torture to get through it. A table appears next to the door. A bottle awaits you, and its' tab states "Drink Me." Will you?
Vivaldi
Elizabeth Sands
Aaron Vaughn
Williams

18 June 2012, 05:11 PM   #4
The Founder, Vivaldi Elizabeth {E.} Sands, Aaron Vaughn Williams.
Joined: 31 Mar 2012
Posts: 63
Basics Full name; Vivaldi Elizabeth {E.} Sands Nickname/s; Vivi Gender; Female. Age; Sixteen General Date of Birth; April 14 Place of Birth; London Sexuality; Straight Talent; She is gifted in healing. How did you find out you had it; She cried when she scraped her knee at age five, and her tears healed the wound. Physical Hair description; When it isn't up in a ridiculous updo, like it most always is, Viv's hair billows down her back in bright red waves. She has side swept bangs, that are made to frame her face. Her normal updo invovles flowers to compliment her hair, and branches form trees. Eye description; Bright green, round-shaped eyes. The only makeup Vivi ever wears is mascara to make her eyelashes appear longer than they actually are. Her green eyes often leave people in shock. The color is not a normal one. Height; 5'3" Weight; 115lbs Tattos; On her right shoulder, Vivi sports a white tattoo that takes the shape of a rose, with vines and leaves cascading down until it reaches the forearm. Piercings; Ears, which always have mother of pearl earrings. Typical clothing; Hope is always found wearing white or cream victorian style dresses. The main feature of her gowns are the corset she always has on. It has a mild-sweetheart bust line, and extends the length of her torso. Mother of pearl latches follolw down the middle of the front, and cream colored silk ribbons lace the back, and billow down to the floor. The corsets color is an off-white, with a dark cream swirling design etched into it. Anything else; Personal Personality; Vivi is an odd one of sorts, finding pleasure in archery and fencing, instead of clothing and needle-point. She personally wishes to avoid speaking with others at all costs, only wishing to answer with short, precise answers. Her parents taught her at a young age a very twisted version of trust. She has a think exterior, but, inside, she just wishes that someone could understand her. Hope likes to watch people from afar, to admire their ways, and to wish she could be like them. Her words, when spoken, are always calm and thought out. She never has outbursts of anger when speaking, for it is considered a misfortunate thing to be the one to cause anger in others in her family. Strengths; Fencing, Archery, Shapeshifting, and Healing. Weaknesses; Conversations, Darkness, Her family, and Foregetfulness. Iterests/Hobbies; Taking strolls, Writing, Watching the sunset, Admiring people, and Playing with the animals of the forest. Dislikes; Staying out in the sunlight for too long, Being in complete darkness, Conversations, Anything filthy, Anger. Bad habit; She tends to be a bit.. OCD.. Everything needs to be in order. History; Vivaldi was born into a middle to high class family in London, England. Her parents believed in the old ways, and still lived in the mansion her ancestors once resided in. Her clothing was made by tailors in the area, in the old-fashioned victorian style. When Vivi was little, her parents discovered that she was a shapeshifter. Now, how that ended up happening is still a mystery to all those in the family. Vivi was never allowed to leave the house, and was found spending most of her time in the garden. Her form tends to take the shape of a fox. Her parents believed this was caused by the fascination Vivi took in the foxes form. Although, Vivi was never in control of her transformation when she was younger. Almost anything could set her off, and her parents discovered she normally turned into another form after she had fallen asleep in her bed. During the course of her teenage years, a boy snuck onto the mansion grounds, claiming he had heard rumors of the Sands family having a daughter, but wanted to find out for himself. This boy found Vivaldi in the gardens of the home, having tea all by herself. Vivi didn't know how to react, seeing a boy in her home. She had only ever known a few people outside her family. He visited her everyday, sneaking in and out. Until one day, he was caught. Her father discovered the boy, and had the police called, though Vivaldi was pleading him not to. Vivaldi told her father how much of a friend this boy had become, and didn't want him to be taken away. The boy was escorted away by the authorities later that day, and Vivi was told not to leave the house ever again. They couldn't take any chances of Vivi's secret getting out. Guards were appointed at every exit in the home, to ensure Vivi could not escape. Her only consolence was a children's book she used to read as a child. "Alice in Wonderland." She dreamed of going to the place called Wonderland, where she could live her life without fear of what she was, and could have actual friends. Vivaldi went to her window, thinking that the garden may hold some sort of key to the Wonderland, just like in the story. She transformed into her fox form, and slid out the window in her room. She trotted down to the garden, making sure she was hidden from the guards, before transforming back into her human form. She checked all of her normal places, the ones that she always visited. Nothing. Then it came to her, perhaps, it wasn't in the normal places she should be looking. A cherry blossom tree greeted her in the far end of the garden, a place not yet visited by Vivaldi. The blossoms were hypnotizing, making her sleepy. She felt her body transforming back into the fox, and settling itself near the base of the tree. "Am... Am I falling?" she wondered as her mind and body were consumed by darkness.
Vivaldi
Elizabeth Sands
Aaron Vaughn
Williams

18 June 2012, 10:36 PM   #5
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Leigh tilted her head, gazing at the bottle with glassy eyes, before walking quickly over to it, and lifting it gingerly. "Drink me.... if I do not drink, I wonder If I'll stay here forever. Though if I do, will anything interesting happen at all?" In Wonderland, nothing is as it seems. Or maybe it's impossible to "Seem".. Tilting her head back clumsily, she let the strange liquid splash down her throat, wondering if tasted as bad as a girl named Alice had once explained. She frowned as her body began to creek, and shrink. Once the dizzying process ended, she spotted a small box at her feet. Curious, she opened it, and lifted out a small cake, reading "Eat Me." Leigh grimaced. "Perhaps I will not eat you, tiny cake. What will you do than? Sit in that pretty box and rot?" She lifted her head to see that she now fit the annoyingly small door perfectly. Holding the cake in her palms, she cautiously exited the giant room, and entered a wonderfully colorful, enormous Garden of sorts. She looked back down at the cake with awe. "Perhaps you are the little cookie Alice had described. Or... an imposter. But I should like to get back to regular size... after all I'm small enough as it is." Without hesitation she bit into the pastry, and almost instantly began to grow. Once at proper hight, she brushed her dull apron with her tiny hands, and walked out into the strange world.

19 June 2012, 01:43 AM   #6
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Basics Full name; Ariella Winter {W.} Cherise Nickname/s; {Ella} Gender; {Female Age; {Sixteen} General Date of Birth; April 13th Place of Birth; France Sexuality; {Straight} Talent; {Music} How did you find out you had it; For her 4th birthday her grandmother gifted her an elaborate white piano. Ever since Ariella has been playing music with all sorts of instruments.} Physical Hair description; {Mid-length straight blonde hair} Eye description; {Bright sky blue with flecks of hazel} Height; 5"4 Weight; 110 lbs Tattos; {None} Piercings; {None} Typical clothing; {Elegant and refined. Her closet is full of dress that range from reaching her knees to floor-length. The color of most of the dresses are pastel and soft which brightens her hair.} Anything else; Personal Personality; {Ariella is exactly as she is expected to be. She is kind but not too forward and quiet but not anti-social. Most find her to be unapproachable but other jump at any opportunity to get in a word with her. Her poise and elegance she inherited from her mother and her witty and clever remarks she inherited from her father. All-in-all she seems to be the perfect young lady. Strength; {Ability to shield and hide her emotions from the public eye. She always knows the right thing to say in a situation. Her beauty and passion for music.} Weaknesses; {Her temper. Her willingness to always help someone in need. Her stubborness. Finally her sensitive and fragile nature. } Iterests/Hobbies; { Playing the piano and violin. Roses of all colors. Aquatic animals. Art.} Dislikes; {Insults. Gossiping. Backstabbing. Death. Silence. } Bad habit; {When she gets nervous or restless she bites her lower lip.} History; {Her family hails from a long line of higher class heritage. The Cherise household is what society today would call "Old Money" and Ariella's parents are highly respected Londoners. Because of this Ariella reminds herself everyday to be the perfect young lady she was taught to be so she doesn't ruin their family image. Poise. Posture. Perfection. That's the motto her mother had taught her when she was very young and that is the phrase she lives by today. When her mother's lady friends would come by for an afternoon of tea and consultation Ariella is incessantly expected to join. "This way everyone can see how much of a fine young lady you are becoming." Her mother would always say. "All thanks to you momma." She would then always reply back. All of Ariella's family friends would compliment on Ariella's growth and development day after day. "My, she is becoming one fine lady." "She is such a precious jewel." "She'd be worthy to be any prince's bride." By the time Ariella had turned thirteen getting married was always the one thing on her parent's mind. Her mother had become more strict with the way she acted and behaved in public functions and her father would always introduce her to many fine young men. The thing was, though, Ariella didn't want to get married. She didn't want to subject herself to a life of forever obeying her husband's ever order and whim. Just the thought of it caused Ariella's breathing to hitch. She would be expected to settle down into a nice home in a nice city and birth beautiful babies and raise them to be fine young children causing the cycle to start all over again. This was to be every young lady's dream. Although this definitely wasn't Ariella's. Ever since she could read her dream was to see the things unseen. She wanted to travel the world and see picturesque sights. One evening when her cousin was visiting she confessed of this to her. Ariella had expected her to gasp in horror or faint but all she did was smile. She then reached into her knapsack and pulled out a small and quaint book with a deep blue binding. "This used to be my favorite book when I was a child. It took me places you'll never see in reality. Although, now, I believe you need it more then I." Ariella took the book in her hands and stared down at it in wonder. New places? A different world? An unseen reallity? Ariella couldn't believe her luck. That very night while she was supposed to be fast asleep she turned on a small light and opened the book. "Alice in Wonderland." She whispered. "What adventures do you hold for me?" Ariella finished the book in three days and she wanted to read it again. When she finished the book by the fireplace she clutched it to her chest and smiled to herself. She had never felt so spirited in her entire lifetime. Ariella couldn't wait until her cousin returned to tell her of her sensational experience. When she finally did return Ariella dragged her up to her room and shut the door behind her. "This book was phenomenal. Absolutely enriching!" Her cousin laughed at Ariella's excited behavior. "I knew you would like it. I certainly did." Ariella went over and sat down on her bed still clutching the book tightly to her chest as if it was her life line. "This Alice saw many exciting things that many people would die to see. Smiling cats, mysterious twins, a castle decorated in red; what an adventure!" Her cousin then sat next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Keep the book, Ella. Anyone can buy a book and own it but this book belongs to you." Years went by and Ariella still kept the book hidden away underneath her pillow and on those lone and quiet nights she would reach under and enter a world unseen. Finally her sixteenth birthday had arrived. A special and monumentous day for every young lady. The day she was to meet a fine young noblemen and become betrothed. It had been a day Ariella feared most. Weeks went by and she had already recieved four requests for her hand. Her parents were thrilled and enthusiastic about the whole ordeal and Ariella had played along not wanting to disapoint her parents. Finally her cousin sent note of her returning to London and she would be visiting the first chance she got. Ariella was relieved. Her cousin was the only one who knew Ariella for who she was and not just the precious jewel she was seen to be. When her cousin finally arrived Ariella could barely contain her excitement. They embraced eachother as tightly as their arms would allow. "Come on, Ella. Night has descended. Let's go see the fireflies." They had hurried outside and gasped at the sight. Fireflies were everywhere giving the night a mystified aura. Ariella stepped forward with her eyes wide as if in a trance. "It's beautiful." She exclaimed. "It's like Wonderland." Her cousin had added. That night after her cousin had left for the night, and after saying goodnight to her parents, she retired to her bed and layed her head upon her pillow. She looked up at the ceiling and sighed. Tomorrow her grandmother was going to visit and teach her all she needs to know about being a bride. "How fun it will be." She muttered sarcastically. Ariella was about to close her eyes and fall into a deep slumber when she heard a rustiling outside her open window. Cautiously she got out of bed and approached the window. Looking down she couldn't see anything through the pitch darkness of the night but the rustling was still there. Ariella was tempted to go to her parent's bedroom and wake her father as she did so many times when she was younger but she didn't. I'm a lady now and a lady must rely on herself. With her jaw set and her flats placed on her feet she quietly opened her bedroom door and descended down the spiral staircase and out the back door. She looked out upon the dark night and shivered. Ariella never really used to be afraid of the dark but looking out at the night she became afraid. The trees started to resemble monsters towering over her every noise sounded like thunder. "No. I am not afraid." Stepping out she wandered around trying to pinpoint where the rustling was coming from. She started to follow it through the woods that hung just outside of their property. Taking in a deep breath she walked into the dark cover of trees. "Hello?" She called out weakly. "Is anyone there?" That's when she saw a faint light in the distance. Letting curiousity get the best of her she followed it until she reached a lone lamp post placed randomly in a field. It's light reached just a few yards away and Ariella stepped into it. Little did she know there was a over grown root sticking up above the ground. Her foot got snagged within it and in an attempt to fall forward on her face Ariella leaned backwards. Looking behind her she saw a large willow tree that looked sturdy enough to hold so she closed her eyes and let herself fall backwards. She kept falling. And falling. And falling. She fell for what felt like an eternity. Opening her eyes she was surrounded by darkness. She couldn't see anything about her. Panick started to set in but she couldn't scream. This must have been how Alice felt when she fell through the hole. The thought surprised her. Falling through the hole. Am I-? Ariella hit the ground and landed on her backside. Slowly she tried standing up and waiting for the pain to fade away. Where am I? The darkness started to lift.

19 June 2012, 02:07 AM   #7
The Founder, Vivaldi Elizabeth {E.} Sands, Aaron Vaughn Williams.
Joined: 31 Mar 2012
Posts: 63
"Well, good day to you, Miss.. Cherise." The formal man tips his hat to you in a kindly gesture. "You had quite the story to tell. Thank you for informing me of your adventures." "Welcome to Wonderland. Now, if you would please step behind me, and make your way through the door." The man gestures behind him, where a door appears out of no where to the left. The door is one of the smallest you've ever seen, and it would be torture to get through it. A table appears next to the door. A bottle awaits you, and its' tab states "Drink Me." Will you?
Vivaldi
Elizabeth Sands
Aaron Vaughn
Williams

19 June 2012, 03:54 AM   #8
The Founder, Vivaldi Elizabeth {E.} Sands, Aaron Vaughn Williams.
Joined: 31 Mar 2012
Posts: 63
Basics Full name; Aaron Vaughn Williams. Nickname/s; Willie. Gender; Male. Age; Seventeen. General Date of Birth; May 17. Place of Birth; Ireland. Sexuality; Straight. Talent; He's good with animals. How did you find out you had it; They are attracted to him. Every time he ventures out the door. Physical Hair description; Silky soft, dark brown hair, that isn't chopped off, but isn't hanging in his face either. It tends to go in every direction, but Aaron doesn't seem to mind. Eye description; He has dark blue eyes, like a sea during a storm. Speckles of gold flicker behind them in the sunlight. Height; 6'5". Weight; 213lbs. Tattos; None. Piercings; None. Typical clothing; Black jeans, with high top boots sport his lower half. His upper half sports a solid colored t-shirt, typically black or grey, and both a denim jacket and a black jacket that resembles a trench coat that's been cut off at the end of the torso. Tucked in his shirt is a necklace with a wolf claw attached to its end. Aaron calls it his good luck charm. Anything else; Personal Personality; Loner - Aaron has never had a family, so he just kind of, well, does whatever he pleases. He knows what to do and what not to do, and he stays out of trouble doing things all on his own. Stubborn - Whenever this kid wants something, his mind is set and he will not back down. He typically gets what his mind has set on getting, no matterhow long it takes him. It gives him a sense of confidence when he stands his ground, especially if it's for something he believes in. Soft spoken - Aaron may be stubborn, but at least he stays calm while he's doing it. He is very level-headed, and thinks of the pros and cons of the situation before making his move. He is very clever about finding just the right words to say that leave you thinking as he steps back into the shadows. Strengths; Staying in the forests, Close combat, Being level-headed, Clever in his words. Weaknesses; Talking to strangers, Scavenging for food, Finding a place to sleep, Kittens. Interests/Hobbies; Fishing, Scavenging, Playing with animals, Stargazing. Dislikes; Going to sleep without a bed, Anger, Flirting, Rain. Bad habit; He bites his knuckles when nervous. History; Aaron became an orphan at age five, after his parents died in a horrible car accident. He attempted living in their family cottage, but he was soon discovered by those looking to purchase the house. He ran away from the home with nothing but a satchel of things belonging to him and his parents. The woods became his home for the next few years as he matured. Animals always seem to be there to help him, even the ones most humans shyed away from. This didn't bother Aaron though, he enjoyed sleeping huddled next to wolves or bears. His weakness, though, were kittens. They didn't appear often, but he always found cream for it to drink if it found it's way to him. At age thirteen, Aaron began going back to his village market to get things he needed, and was taken pity upon by the lower class, who often gave him day old bread, or a few spare tea leaves here and there. Upon his sixteenth birthday, Aaron was old enough, and clever enough, to do many things that orphans never even dreamed of doing. Yet, that night something happened, no one would have dreamed of happening. Before his parent's deaths, he remembered a story they used to read him at his bedside. Alice In Wonderland. "What if I could be like her?" He wondered aimlessly. From the depths of his forest home, a light glowed in the distance, beckoning Aaron to come to it. Aaron followed without a second thought, as if he were under a spell. It then occured, after the fact, that he was headed toward a very large opening in the ground. The light glowed intensly from inside, still beckoning Aaron. Before he knew what he was doing, Aaron was jumping into the hole. The light gone, swallowed up by complete darkness. Aaron fell and fell.
Vivaldi
Elizabeth Sands
Aaron Vaughn
Williams

19 June 2012, 04:17 AM   #9
Moderator, Sincere Aurora Keller
Joined: 18 Jun 2012
Posts: 41
Basics Full name; {Sincere Aurora Keller.} Nickname/s; {Sin.} Gender; {Female.} Age; {Eighteen.} General Date of Birth; {November 22.} Place of Birth; {Dresden, Germany.} Sexuality; {Pansexual.} Talent; {Her tattoos come to life in situations they seem to find suitable.} How did you find out you had it; {Sincere was about to get into a fight with a guy she did not like and was throwing the first punch when her ribbon tattoo came to life and basically broke the guy’s face.} Physical Hair description; {Sincere’s hair is almost to her waist, dirty blonde, and usually worn straight down. Anything to complicated flusters her.} Eye description; {Sincere’s eyes are of violet-like color, very mesmerizing.} Height; {Five feet six inches tall.} Weight; {102 Pounds.} Tattoos; {Sincere has tattoos just along her right arm. There is a ribbon, a road, a face, a dragon, a bow, and a saying.} Piercings; {She has a small nose stud.} Typical clothing; {She usually dresses down in jeans and a graphic T-shirt, and if not that, a tank top. Simplicity is beauty in her world.} Anything else; {Sincere has a thing for symmetry. One day it will drive her crazy.} Personal Personality; {Sincere is a very secretive girl. She has convinced herself that if her secrets were out, she’d have nothing to surprise anybody with anymore. She is endlessly aloof, and sometimes it gets her into trouble. Her language is full to the brim with profanity, something she is not afraid to use. She considers herself rather humorous, when really it’s severe sarcasm with a laugh attached to make it less hostile. Everyone, from her perspective, is guilty until proven innocent.) Strength; {Her ability to joke through anything. Running. The amount of pain she can withstand. Speaking about things not relevant to anything currently being said.} Weaknesses; {Her addiction to symmetry. Inability to be serious when needed. How easily scared she is. Upper body strength carrying anything above fifteen pounds.} Interests/Hobbies; {Running.} {Perfecting the English language even though she still has a strong accent.} {Joking and playing around.} {Recognizing constellations.} {Playing music.} Dislikes; {Overly serious people.} {Asymmetrical things, which makes her hypocritical, considering she only has tattoos on one arm.} {The feeling of cotton.} {Being bored.} {Bugs of any kind.} Bad habit; {She’ll rant and spazz out about things she finds asymmetrical.} History; {Sincere was always a very… lost little girl. Kids her age did not want to play with her for the simple fact she wasn’t interested in anything they said or did. At the youngest age, she fell out of touch with humanity. Her faith was lost for it.} {She was a very smart child, yes, but also very problematic. She could not pay attention to a school lesson for more than five minutes without her mind wandering. People didn’t like her attitude—and she wasn’t aware enough of them to care. She always spent most of her time staring out a window. Wondering what else there was…} {Her sophomore year in high school, she was still a loner, but had somehow managed to accumulate enemies. People didn’t like how she was not interested in their latest Tweets or FaceBook updates. They didn’t like that she could ignore them.} {His name was Josh, her first victim. She barely spoke English when she had moved to America with her parents. He knew she could barely comprehend what he was saying, but insulted her anyways. She just cocked her head to the side and stared at him, at his mouth, trying to make sense of the gibberish he spoke.} {“German?” Sincere asked him one day when he was ranting, his disheveled hair and clothes making him look like a slob. A good thing he was cute, though. To other people.} {“No, I don’t speak German. English?” Josh laughed at her. “English, motherfucker, do you speak it?”} {“German,” Sincere had said with something like firmness in her voice at the mention of the word ‘English’.} {“Why are you in America and you don’t speak the native language? That’s fucking retarded.” Josh scoffed and rolled his eyes, leaving Sincere baffled as the bell rang.} {He was how she got her profanity addiction.} {The last day she saw him, after her English had improved better than one-word sentences, was the day they were about to fight. He made a comment about all Germans being Nazis.} {“Take that back, American pig!” she had shot back, her accent still very thick and the words she spoke close to unintelligible.} {Josh put a hand to his ear. “I’m sorry? I don’t speak fucking Nazi. Thinking about gassing me now?”} {Her eye twitched in immediate anger. “We are not Nazis!”} {“Says who? My grandfather is Jewish! Would you like to visit his nursing home and put him to work?”} {“Shut up!”} {He laughed and she threw the first punch. Sincere’s eyes widened as the ribbon she had gotten tattooed on her upper arm sprang off her wrist and attacked him… It all happened so fast she barely had time for it to register…} {That was the last time she saw Josh. She was transferred and a lawsuit followed, but it never fell through.} {His inability to look presentable and neat started her obsession with things that are symmetrical.}

19 June 2012, 04:25 AM   #10
The Founder, Vivaldi Elizabeth {E.} Sands, Aaron Vaughn Williams.
Joined: 31 Mar 2012
Posts: 63
"Well, good day to you, Miss.. Keller." The formal man tips his hat to you in a kindly gesture. "Welcome to Wonderland. Now, if you would please step behind me, and make your way through the door." The man gestures behind him, where a door appears out of no where to the left. The door is one of the smallest you've ever seen, and it would be torture to get through it. A table appears next to the door. A bottle awaits you, and its' tab states "Drink Me." Will you?
Vivaldi
Elizabeth Sands
Aaron Vaughn
Williams

19 June 2012, 04:38 AM   #11
Moderator, Sincere Aurora Keller
Joined: 18 Jun 2012
Posts: 41
Sincere, at first, couldn't quite grasp where she was. There was this random guy tipping his hat to her, saying welcome... And he said welcome to Wonderland. THAT was something she'd never heard of. "Are you Ashton Kutcher?" she asked in an off, wondering tone. "I have heard of this show..." Her voice trailed off as she thought about it, her eyes wandering to the door. The door. That small door. "What the fuck is that?" she demanded, whirling to face the man who had brought her. He was gone; she hadn't even heard him leave. There was a table now. Her eyes narrowed. Things were starting to get weird. There was a bottle on it with simple directions. "Drink Me." Yeah right. She'd heard of those tricks, too--those were how the teenage girls got drugged and kidnapped in all the Lifetime movies. Sincere kneeled and stared at the door, poking it. There was no way in hell she could fit through that--her foot wouldn't even fit even if she had used all her willpower to do it. She huffed and jumped back to her feet, pacing around the room, circling the bottle on the table. Finally, rolling her eyes, she opened it, sniffed, gagged, and downed some of it while holding her nose. It tasted kind of like... rainbows, if your imagination takes you that far. Sincere didn't notice she was shrinking until she looked up and the table was looming over her. Instantly panicking, she screamed "HOLY SHIT!" and sprinted for the first door she saw. It took her many minutes after she was already through it that it had been the door she'd originally seen. But she paid no mind to that trivial fact. She was simply awed by the landscape around her. "Well I'll be damned."

19 June 2012, 09:05 PM   #12
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Last edited by ‹Ⓐnn4☯L0vΣ☣›, 19 June 2012
Ariella looked at the man tipping his hat to her. She politely curtsied to him and bowed her head slightly. Poise. Posture. Perfection. Standing up straight she let her eyes wander about the room. It was as bright as day but she couldn't see no candles, windows, or lights anywhere. Cautiously she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her torso nervously. The air about the room felt light and relaxed. Nothing about it at all felt like back home where she felt pressured and as if in a prison. With further investigation Ariella spotted a small table sitting right next to a small door. An even smaller vial sat on top of it and seemed to be filled with a liquid that changed color with every blink of an eye. She slowly padded over and picked up the vial between her pale fingers. A paper tab was tied around the top with only two words written: "Drink me." She stared down in wonder. Such simple directions to follow but should I? Is this some sort of trick? Puzzle? What do I do? Her mind then started to wander to the book her cousin had given her that fateful day three years ago: Alice in Wonderland. She drank it and she entered a world she had never believed possible. She was able to escape her life even if it was a dream. Is this a dream? Ater a moment of further thought Ariella came to a descion. I'm tired of being afraid. I'm a lady and ladies are not afraid of anything. In that next moment Ariella had lifted the vial to her lips and let the cool liquid flow down her throat. She opened her eyes and couldn't believe what she was seeing. Everything in the room was growing bigger and bigger. Or am I shrinking? As soon as things stilled she found she was no bigger then a mouse. "What do I do now?" Looking around she saw a tiny little plate with an exquisite looking pastry sitting atop of it. Her mouth started to water at the sight. Slowly she picked up the cake in her hands and was about to lift it to her lips when a something went through her mind: "Soon her eye fell on a little glass plate that was lying under the table: she opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which the words `EAT ME' were beautifully marked in currants. `Well, I'll eat it,' said Alice, `and if it makes me grow larger, I can reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep under the door; so either way I'll get into the garden, and I don't care which happens!'" Ariella looked back down at the cake in her hands. "If I eat you I'll grow larger and I won't be able to fit through the door. I suppose I'll put you back down. Maybe you belong to someone else." Gently she placed the cake back down on the plate but hesitated. "Well, I wouldn't want to be small forever." Bending down she picked off a small peice of the cake that fit perfectly in her hands. Then she turned around. The door which had seemed so small a moment ago now was as grand and large as some of the doors in Ariella's home. Without further ado she hurried forward and stopped right before the knocker. She sighed in disapointment. "Ah, it seems you are not like the book. You do not speak." She paused. "Or maybe this is my own adventure." Slowly she reached forward and grabbed the door knob and pulled. Bright light exploded out which caused Ariella to shield her eyes. After a few moments she lowered her hands and gasped at the sight before her. "Wonderland." With excitement filling up to the brim inside of her Ariella stepped through door. As soon as she was outside she closed her eyes at the soft gentle breeze. "Ah," She breathed. "How amazing." She opened her eyes and frowned. "But I am so small." She looked down at the pastry in her hands and smiled. Without hesitation she brought it to her lips and swallowed it down and watched as everything shrunk before her eyes. "Much better."

22 June 2012, 03:06 PM   #13
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Basics
 
Full name; Sariel Hemverdeym
Nickname/s; Saz (he hates it)
Gender; Male
Age; 19
General Date of Birth; 11th November 1992 
Place of Birth; Clarksdale, Mississippi
Sexuality; Asexual
Talent; He can protect people, he can create a sort of invisible protective shield
 
How did you find out you had it;  Defending a friend in a fight when he was eleven;
he stood in front of Cam, his friend, when the two of them were pulled into an argument
with some kids which escalated to a violent exchange. When Sariel stood in front of Cam,
the kids couldn’t get within ten feet of either of them. Sariel didn’t do it
consciously, it came instinctually and uncontrollably. He has since learned to get a
better hold of his “talent”.
 
Physical
Hair description; Dark brown, short-ish, messy and spiky
Eye description; Deep-set, grey eyes
Height; 6ft 3in
Weight; 156lbs
Tattoos; None
Piercings; None
Typical clothing; Jeans, black or dark denim; beige turtleneck jumper or a plain
white shirt, black leather jacket
Anything else; N/A
 
Personal
Personality; Sariel is the anti-hero, the rebel. He is entirely well-meaning and has a
clear set of morals; he would never cause harm for harm’s sake. He knows his own mind
and doesn’t like taking direction from others. His is confident in himself; wit and
sarcasm can make him seem intimidating but essentially he is kind-hearted and aims to help
people where he can. Naïvety and curiosity can lead Sariel to get himself in less than
desirable situations, but to him it’s all part of the fun. There’s a child-like side
to him; underneath the cool confidence is an fervent fascination with everything. He’s
experimental; he likes to challenge what he knows and doesn’t submit to blind faith in
anything. He has little respect for authority, though he doesn’t break rules for the
sake of breaking them nor seek trouble out deliberately, and he is proud bordering on
arrogant. This can make him seem distant, even condescending, which often prevents people
from warming to him straight away. However, he is fiercely loyal and protective of anyone
he cares for. Blunt honesty and charisma make him respectable, if not entirely likeable.
He is sociable and knows how to “work” people; he knows how to get what he wants and
can twist situations to suit him. Life, liberty and equality are values he holds in utmost
importance.
Strengths; Loyalty, morality, a knack for escaping sticky situations and he can be
a smooth bastard when he wants to be
Weaknesses; Naïve, proud, often unintentionally rude, reckless
Interests/Hobbies; People watching, listening to and teaching himself to play music
(namely blues and old style rock-and-roll), exploring and meeting new people, reading
(mostly non-fiction; current affairs and theories)  
Dislikes; Being told what to do, being stuck in one place, losing (in all senses of
the word), secrecy and savoury food
Bad habit; He creates competition where it is unnecessary
History; Sariel was born and raised in Clarksdale, Mississippi. His father, Joel,
was a priest. Sariel never knew his mother. The story was that Joel adopted Sariel as a
baby, but aspersions were cast that Sariel was the son of a prostitute; rumours which
Joel, as a man of God, fervently denied. Sariel was raised as a Christian; as his father
spent a lot of time at church, so did Sariel. He did not follow the religion blindly but
the beliefs and morals were distilled within him from a young age. Despite not leading the
most virtuous life, Sariel retains his faith in God. 
As a teenager, Sariel attended Clarksdale High School. He got along well with most people;
a quiet assurance in himself and others made him likeable, though he had no close friends.
He was never outstanding at anything, achieving average grades and generally leading an
average life. He never tried very hard at anything, content to tread the middle ground,
until, aged fifteen, he discovered a passion for music and took up playing the guitar and
the harmonica. Music became an escape for him and he practised obsessively, frustrated by
his poor playing. The practise paid off and Sariel slowly developed a talent for blues
improvisation. Nothing ground-breaking, he was no musical prodigy, but he'd found
something that mattered to him, something soulful and real. He never went out without a
harmonica in his pocket.
Much to his father's dismay, Sariel spent his nights out in bars. He talked to strangers,
danced to strange music, charmed strange girls and took strange substances. Sariel
embraced hedonism with open arms. An urge to be free and to live his own life grew deeper
as he got older.
After leaving school, Sariel's immediate instinct was to travel. He was curious and
fascinated and wanted to experience new things. He and his father lived in a state of near
poverty; they had enough, but barely. Joel pushed his son to find a job since there was no
chance that Sariel could afford to travel. Determined not to live a life of boredom,
normality and poverty, Sariel took off by himself with $100, a harmonica and the clothes
on his back. He travelled aimlessly across the country, walking and hitch-hiking, with no
real goal as to where he was going. He revelled in meeting strangers, exploring and
getting into trouble. He'd walked naïve and wide-eyed into the world and he loved it, he
felt happy for the first time. 
*
Leaving a bar at midnight, Sariel walks for three miles before he comes to a crossroad. He
stops in the centre of it and looks at the signpost. Four directions to choose from.
Turning around to glance down each of the paths, Sariel sees a stranger also standing at
the crossroads. The stranger approaches and asks what Sariel wants most. Sariel replies
that he wants to be free. The stranger smiles; the ground underneath Sariel's feet opens
up and he's falling down underneath the Earth.

22 June 2012, 03:28 PM   #14
The Founder, Vivaldi Elizabeth {E.} Sands, Aaron Vaughn Williams.
Joined: 31 Mar 2012
Posts: 63
"Well, good day to you, Sir.. Sariel Hemverdeym." The formal man tips his hat to you in a kindly gesture. "Welcome to Wonderland. Now, if you would please step behind me, and make your way through the door." The man gestures behind him, where a door appears out of no where to the left. The door is one of the smallest you've ever seen, and it would be torture to get through it. A table appears next to the door. A bottle awaits you, and its' tab states "Drink Me." Will you?
Vivaldi
Elizabeth Sands
Aaron Vaughn
Williams

24 June 2012, 05:50 PM    #15
Joined: 24 Jun 2012
Posts: 13
Last edited by OhimeClara, 25 June 2012
Basics Full name; Oron J. Ancalímon Nickname/s; Orien. Gender; Male. Age; Not even sure himself. General Date of Birth; August 18th. Place of Birth; Dark Forest Sexuality; Pansexual Talent; Orien can bend elements, especially earth ones. How did you find out you had it; Born with the ability. Physical Hair description; Short, brown, and shaggy. Eye description; A sandy green that turns colors accordingly to his mood. Height; 6'7'' Weight; 180 lbs. Tattos; None. Piercings; None. Typical clothing; Anything he can find. Anything else; Personal Personality; Orien is a little strange for his Elven race. He has always been the odd one out in his family. This caused him to be bitter, hateful, and vengeful towards everyone despite how kind they were. He's manipulative, charming, and has the tendencies of a psychopath. Deep down, however, he has a heart of gold for people who he cares for. Don't get your hopes up, it hasn't happened in hundreds of years. Strength; Gets his way. Can control his talents. Charming. Manipulative. Weaknesses; Pretty things. Hostility. Other mystical creatures. It always catches him off guard. People not liking him. Interests/Hobbies; Orien really loves to take in the atmosphere in all it's glory. He loves to eat, talk, laugh, and amaze people with his abilities. Dislikes; Rudeness. Being ignored. Not getting his way. Not being the center of attention. Ogres. Bad habit; He's a bit touchy and doesn't know boundaries. History; Orien wasn't always the odd one out. Oh, no. Once he was the center of attention in his clan. Everyone has abilities, but his was sort of special. It only took him about a year to perfect his, while normal Elves of his kind practiced for many. He was babied, had pretty males and females gawking around him, and got what he wanted whenever he wanted it. However, one of his down falls was his temper. It always got the better of him. He could remember the first day he assaulted his family as if it were yesterday. His parents couldn't let the secret of his temperament come out. The prophecy spoke of such a creature bringing hell to the clan and the most respected family in the clan would not let it be known that they might have the devil himself in the body of their much valued son. Orien was the stronger one of his clan and instead of using it for good, he went down the wrong path. Villagers were in fear of their lives in due time and some even decided to move to be refugees in other clans. He was the epitome of evil. "Oron, my love," A voice cooed at him. She was a tall, skinny, well built woman with blonde hair and deep blue eyes. A high elf as one would call them, apart of the most respected family of the clan, "Your baby sister; look how precious she is." Orien's mother lifted the small infant so that the teenager could see her. Orien scanned the small elf with a smile of sheer and utter joy, "My baby sister?" His mother nodded in response, "I'll protect you with my life," The teenager spoke to his baby sister, knowing she was special. After all, she was part of the most respected families in the clan. This soon changed. Not only was she special, but it seemed as if her powers far surpassed Orien's. The attention he had, had previously all went to his sister. Silently, he suffered. His parents began to ignore his existence and as did the clan itself. How could they? How could they toss me aside? Orien thought as everything happened day by day. Jealousy, rage. That's what fueled the poor, tormented soul. It fueled him to slaughter his parents in the most grotesque manner in front of his now nine year old sister. "Oron, why?" The little blonde girl cried out. She had just woken up from her nap due to all the commotion. Blood was everywhere, organs, limbs... Orien couldn't look at his sister. He couldn't believe what he had done, "They deserved it! Look at how they treated me!" He yelled out in frustration, tears welling up in his eyes, "It's their fault. All their fault!" he paused, his eyes glazed over with hatred, "And you! YOU! It's your fault! If you hadn't of been born... I.. They.." He grew silent, his eyes growing red from his soul being tainted with murders of his own parents no less. Orien tilted his head, clenching his fists as the roots from below strapped to his younger sister's legs and arms, binding her to the ground, "Let me go!" She gasped, trying with all her might to go free, "I'll protect you with my life..." Orien mocked his own words that he had said years ago when she was born. His face was twisted with an insane grin, bringing up a root from the ground to pierce through her, "Halt! You've gone too far Oron of Ancalimon!" Orien snapped back before he could even kill his sister, turning his head towards the multiple elders that were now in his house. He could have killed them all. He should have, "The foul stench that has emitted from your soul is not welcomed here. You've tormented and frightened the villagers, we said nothing. This.." The main elder spoke, looking around at the gorey mess that laid before them, "This is treason against your own people!" For that, he was cast away by the elders in his clan into the dark forest, where many swore he was originally born due to his evil tendencies, to suffer and die. The Dark Forest was far off from where the clan was. As children, they were told stories in school. The most evil of creatures came from there but were bound to the forest. It was almost certain any being roaming in there would never return either being killed or becoming one of the creatures themselves. Orien faced many hardships inside the forest... It was gloomy, humid, and God knows hard to survive. Ogres, carnivores, and creatures he wouldn't know the name of. They took him in. They knew he was strong, maybe even stronger than them. The magic of the dark forest turned him bitter and vengeful. They wanted him there forever. His appearance began to change. His long blonde hair turned dark brown, his blue eyes turned envy green and he grew sharp fangs. He adapted into the habitat he was put in and thus, his form changed. Especially his blood lust. Orien, being the witty man he is, escaped from the terrible dark forest and the ones who wanted to trap him there forever. As he escaped though, he traveled for days and came across Wonderland. So spectacular, strange and new... It made him fucking sick. He had learned of this place in his schooling. At the time it seemed like paradise, but now it just was pure hell to look at. Memories flooded his mind of his clan with every step he took into the lands of Wonderland. Even the kind creatures here would shy away from him. They knew, they all knew. They sensed his demonic manner. Ignored, again. He was left to fend for himself again! All he wanted was a little help, maybe a sense of direction and be told what to eat and what not to eat. Sure, he was accustomed to darkness, hatred and death from the Dark Forest, but he didn't think it was that obvious that he was a complete maniac. Wonderland was a great adjustment, but he'd get through it and he did. His main objective now is to get back at his clan from casting him away for all those years. They left him to die. In return, Orien would get them back, especially his dear little sister. "I will protect you with my life..."
Oron J. Ancalimon

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