https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WziA88-n02k
“Why, sometimes I believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast!”
Name: Panaver Hawklight
Nicknames: Pan (he hates it, do not EVER call him this), Hatter (he gets made fun of a lot for his obsession with hats – some will even call him the Mad Hatter)
Age: 19
Grade: 12 – victory lap
Gender: male
Eye Color: grey
Hair Color/Length: black, short and messy
Height: 6'0''
Weight: 175lb
Tattoos: “Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe” down his left arm
Piercings: small silver cross on the inner pinna
“Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.”
Role: Mad Hatter
Club: Tea Club
Mental Disorders: both Paranoid and Disorganized Schizophrenia, ADHD, OCD, Melancholia, mild Sadism and Caffeine-induced sleep disorder
Oddity: Panaver is probably the least sane student at the Academy. While he might seem like a bright and cheerful guy at first glance, his opinion on life would best be described as sarcastic pessimism. He often experiences auditory hallucinations (hearing voices that don't exist), and at times his speech can be very difficult to understand. Sometimes he may laugh for no apparent reason, make illogical statements, or become so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he loses touch with reality (the way he describes it is that, sometimes, the world he lives in just disappears into a black hole, and he becomes part of a new world inside his head). Panaver is also very sentimental about his objects – all of them have names, personalities and even birthdays.
Sexuality: homosexual
Romantic Interest: (:<
Nationality: American (born in Australia but immigrated at the age of 7)
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Job: a small, funky hat shop called the “Top of the Morning”
“Why is a raven like a writing-desk?”
Danger Level: Panaver doesn't generally get involved in physical violence himself, although he doesn't mind watching somebody else get their lights punched out of them (provided that it' not one of his friends).
Dominant Emotion: An explosive mixture of loud cheerfulness and quiet sadism, and you never know which one is predominant at the given moment. He is quite literally, to quote the famous lyrics: a dynamite with a laser beam.
Personality: When you first meet him, Panaver appears to be the very bold, outgoing, funny type, who is never afraid of an adventure. He is continuously making witty comments, making people laugh, and giving off the impression of being high on life. On the flip side, he sometimes enjoys spending time alone, simply sitting around and smoking his pipe.
However, Panaver also has many other layers. The cheerful clown face hides a profound melancholy – something in the past for which he longs – as well as a bitter and cynical view on the world. It is almost as if living inside of him was a grumpy old man. This bitterness is caused by a traumatic incident in his childhood, of which he never speaks to anyone. It also leads him to being somewhat sadistic (tho he would defend his friends from the tea club, everyone else is of little importance to him, so when he sees a student being picked on by the gardening club bullies he never does anything to intervene. Moreover, he might even cheer them on).
Just to make this crystal clear; Panaver doesn't fake being a cheerful clown in order to hide the darker side of his personality. This isn't your typical case of “wearing a mask”. He is both of these things, truthfully and simultaneously.
Panaver is considered an outcast even by this school's standards. His oddities are just too much for most people to handle. However, he is very tight with his friends from the tea club, who even if they don't fully understand him are at least willing to accept him. The two meant the world to him, and they never fail to bring out his brighter side.
Special Skills/Abilities/Powers/Talents:
does making tea count?
Baking (mostly tea biscuits)
sewing (at least he thinks he's good at it)
writing and memorizing poetry (he likes quoting his favourite poems. A lot.)
visual art, as well as profound knowledge and passion for art history
Likes:
Hats
Flames (not pyromaniac, he just loves staring at a fire)
Animals in general, but predominantly insects
Steampunk art and fashion
Voltaire's Candide – the brilliant sarcastic writing not only amuses him, but also accurately represents his own views on the world
Psychedelic music
nonsensical word riddles
pranks
Tea Tea Tea Tea Tea Tea Tea Tea
Dislikes:
People he gets bored talking to
the entire gardening club
the voice in his head, which makes him meaner than he wishes to be
the color black
optimistic people
history class, math class, science class, and probably every other class (except art and english literature)
Flaws:
sadistic
rude – will often interrupt people mid sentence to tell them that they're stupid, or else he will simply ignore them
when his Schizophrenia acts up he can loose touch with reality, making him very confused and disoriented in normal situations
Weaknesses:
smoking
not always knowing real from imagined
he is a popular target for bullying and criticism
cannot defend himself in a fight (not so much because he's not strong, but because he is very disoriented and might start punching the air instead of someone's face)
His obsession with tea leads to him overdosing on caffein (he refuses to drink decaffeinated in spite of the doctors), and this causes sleep disorders. Sometimes he might even go sleep deprived for a few days
Hobbies:
Throwing tea parties to celebrate any occasion: first day of the second week of every third month, groundhog day, the taking of the Bastille, the birthday of ever single one of his favourite objects (some examples include Patrick the teapot, Oliver the blue pen and Ziggy the record player)
Sewing (loves to decorate his hats and outfits by sewing on buttons, metal ornaments, etc.)
Collecting hats
Listening to the same record over and over and over (Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band)
Re-reading Candide
“People who don't think shouldn't talk.”
Typical Attire: Panaver's got a really eccentric, one might even call it an enigmatic sense of fashion. He adores vests and leather jackets, paired with tight ripped jeans and off-the-wall colored shirts and hats. All of his vests/jackets are equipped with secret pockets, metal ornaments, random buttons and other elements with which he likes to decorate them. In fall he wears a long purple trench coat, and sometimes, for no apparent reason he carries around aviator goggles with one glass that's cracked. In terms of hats, his favourite are top hats, tho his collection also includes some bowler hats, a boater, a deerstalker, two Stetsons, a few berets and a worn out beanie.
Keepsakes:
A set of fragile, blue porcelain teapots (Julietta, Floretta, Brietta and Coletta)
Paul the stuffed animal walrus (from when he was 5)
This hat
a rustic gold cigarette lighter
A beautiful wooden pipe (Panaver only smokes from his pipe, never cigarettes).
History: Little is known of Panaver's past, and because he doesn't like to act serious it's very hard to get the information out of him. His parents were killed in a car crash on the day of Panaver's 7th birthday. For some time he lived with his aunt and uncle. Then, through an unknown series of events he ended up living with a neurologist doctor named Archibald. It was he who payed for Panaver's education at Wonderland Academy.
Some people think that his uncle might have been very abusive, and that's why Panaver had to be sent to an orphanage until being adopted by Archibald. There is also a theory that he might have run away from home and spend most of his life on the streets until the doctor found him and took him in. Of course, there are many stories about him, each crazier than the first. Unfortunately, it is highly unlikely that we will ever know he truth, for the sad reason that Panaver himself doesn't fully know what happened to him – his mental condition has warped his perspective of reality so much that he thinks he dreamed up the part of his life that was real, and that the part which he dreamed up did in fact happen. In other words, his
Other: I wonder if I've been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!
