Lawliett Hatter

Hello, my name is Lawliett Hatter, but everyone else has always called me Mad Hatter... I really don't care which you choose.

Description

Lawliett is tall and nothing but skin and bones, and as white as snow. He has a sharp face with high cheek bones and a black eye often ringed in dark shadow, the other one stitched shut. His lips are bright red, and his hair black and framing his face to his shoulders. Lawliett is never seen without the tall, red hat on his head, and never looks casual in anything. In fact, some believe he even sleeps in his black, old English suits and attire.

Personality

Lawliett is quiet and watchful, picking up on every detail of every person he comes across. His face had two expressions: blank nothingness, and a twisted smile. Lawliett is often a silent, docile shadow who lives for his orders, but when times come too much he'll turn into the twisted, merciless killer and play on every weak string he can find. His sadistic streak is a mile wide and twice as long... And he is a flawless actor.

Equipment

Lawliett is never without his ebony cane with it's ruby handle, slipped inside is the silver rapier he loves so much. Another favorite possesion of his are the tarrot cards he always keeps close by.

History

Contrary to popular belief, Lawliett Hatter is indeed human and was born seventeen years ago to an average couple... along with his twin, Alexander. Said average couple never had much time for their third and fourth children though, which just happened to be the twins. Molly Hatter and Jacob Hatter were always out late at night with friends, and other times in the day were filled with activities with their first two children. Even back then Lawliett had been strange and different, though Alexander had been very normal, though identical physically. Despite his twin's oddness, Alexander loved Lawliett and the two were never apart. However, one day while playing in the family shed they found a stool and rope. Lawliett had insisted they play hanging, and assured his brother that it was fine, it was only a game. Alexander hung Lawliett first and tried to play out a hateful mother, but shook the whole time. Lawliett came down ten minutes later though without a scratch. Then it was Alexander's turn. Once the boy was secured to the rope and on the stool Lawliett played the part of a twisted brother... perfectly. Alexander was crying by the end of it, not realizing it was really the end of it till the stool suddenly slipped. Lawliett's act had stopped as he watched in morbid interest as his brother was really hung before his eyes, screaming to not just stand there but to help him. Lawliett couldn't move and Alexander died. That same night Alexander was found dead in the shed, and Lawliett was gone. They had been eight at the time. For the next nine years Lawliett was on his own. He had found his home in a mansion, having killed the sole heir to the rich family he played the part as said son flawlessly till the last line of the family died and it all came to him at the age of fourteen. For the next three years Lawliett continued to live in the only way he saw living. In the shadows except to the face of his victims.