Meme Tweedle

WIP tweedledee

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a character in “Bloody Clocks”, as played by ICryForAFamily


Image☢ Full Name ☢Meryl Tweedle

☢ Nicknames ☢Meme, Tweedledee

☢ Age ☢ At least 19

☢ Gender ☢ Male

☢ Romantic Interest ☢ TBA

☢ Sexuality ☢Bisexual, Asexual

☢ Nationality ☢ Unknown//Originally from the Castle of Hearts

☢ Face Claim ☢ Rin Mmatsuoka (child) from Free! Iwatobi Swim Club

Image[color=COLOR OF CHOICE]☢ Physical Description/Clothing Preference ☢[/color]Standing 5'8 Meme isn't exactly part of the tall crowd, but neither is his brother. He has a smaler frame and is only semi-muscular, which gives a slight difference between him and his twin. Though if placed together the two are almost impossible to tell apart. With maroon hair and eyes that matchest the shade those seem to

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☢ Weapon{s} ☢ Meme enjoys range weapons. He feels much safer firing from a distance than hand to hand combat. His best weapon is his crossbow.

☢ Powers ☢ Meme has two basic powers. He can either absorb physical pain or transmit physical pain.

If a target is hit by a drop of Meme's blood he can now feel any physical pain that Meme will feel. From a small pinch to a bone fracture. Though in order to do that Meme Has to hurt himself in the process.

It's the same process when he wants to take away pain from someone. The only problem is it wouldn't heal anyone just remove pain.

☢ Skills ☢ Unlike his twin he is not not as skilled when it comes to physical activities. But one has to give him credit for his aim. He has magnificent aim and his weapon will always hit what ever target he wants.

Meme is more skilled when it comes to picking fights and winning them. His short temper usually

He is also the more flexible one in the pair. He can climb, jump, hang and reach anything with ease. He just needs a little boost from his brother

☢ Personality ☢ Meryl is a hot headed, short tempered, cranky young man. He's loud obnoxious at times and like the sound of his own voice. He's not afraid to speak out and will definitely speak his mind, not really minding the consequences of his actions. He tends to start fights because of all the talk and provoking he does but he likes to think that it makes life more exciting. Meme is a little more hostile than his brother, but he does show a softer side when it's appropriate. Despite his rash behavior the only time he would actually show his sweeter side was for his brother. He loves his twin with all his heart and would do anything for the boy with out question. He will protect his brother no matter what.

Image☢ Likes ☢
    Causing trouble
    Playing pranks

☢ Dislikes ☢

☢ Flaws ☢
    He has a soft spot for Girls (despite hating them)

☢ Fears ☢
    Castle of hearts
    Being separated from Barum

[color=#DF01A5☢Secrets ☢[/color]
    He as photographic memory which haunts him every night.

Image[color=#DF01A5E]☢Bio ☢[/color]The tweedle twins grew up in the castle of hearts. They had noble parents who raised them well. Until one day his father's gambling problem had cost them their house, their servants and their money. They were forced to lower their class int he kingdom and had to put up local tavern for travelers. Money started to grow slim which mean their lives turned riches to dirt. Out of frustration his mother became hostile and would beat her anger out at the twins when their father continued to throw their savings into his addiction. Every night she would scream and yell at the two leaving Meryl to protect his brother. Once they became teenagers, Meme had had enough with the abuse. With nothing but a box of cookies he lead his brother out of the home one night and left the castle of hearts, there he vowed never to go back into the area and promised to never remember that day.

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So begins...

Meme Tweedle's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Usami White Character Portrait: Cody Ford Character Portrait: Duke Character Portrait: The Red Queen Character Portrait: Cheshire Cat Character Portrait: Mad Hatter Character Portrait: Odessa Winter Character Portrait: Dorothea Mouse Character Portrait: Cecil Cartwright Character Portrait: Amelia Christensen Character Portrait: Vision Character Portrait: Barum Tweedle Character Portrait: Meme Tweedle Character Portrait: Robin "Mad March" Leveret Character Portrait: The Knight of Hearts Character Portrait: King of Hearts

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The current time in Wonderland is April Season. The Amusement Park boasts the season of spring, the season of new birth. The Castle of Hearts allowed the sunshine of the season of summer to come through its windows. The Hatter Mansion enjoyed the crisp air of the autumnal season and the Clock Tower presented the beautiful, white, frosty landscape of winter. Welcome to April Season.


The pearly rays of the sun played with the flowers of the patches of earth in the Amusement Park. The air smelled earthy and dry and drooping plants were now boasting of their new found youth. It was coming of age; but yes in the reverse order. Adjourning the plants were their new neighbors, slick, curly, twirling bougainvillea and spring weeds. They almost looked up to the trees that lined the paths of the Amusement Park, wishing to grow as tall someday. They gyrated with the smooth wind, letting their leaves dance to its tune. In the middle of the Amusement Park laid a young woman with light orange tresses. Her name was Amelia V. Christen.


Dots of sunshine dance through the windows of Heart Castle as the smell of honey suckle flies on the wind. Small animals scurry from hedge to hedge, occasionally sprinting up a tree full of forest green leaves that are caressed by the wind. The vast blue sky over the pink and red castle combined with the rolling green hills in the distance. The horses in the stables were being fed fresh hay that had just been threshed. Birds twittered back and forth in a beautiful song. The courtyard was the same, except for the young man that lay in front of the fountain.


A golden brown carpet of leaves crunch underfoot, tree limbs quiver in gusts of wind, shaggy autumnal decrepitude, disheveled beauty in gold and scarlet. Earthy smell of autumn, air that had the first bite of late autumn, beech trees at the height of their autumnal gold, bathed in the yellow warmth of the autumn sun, air fresh but without a chill. The leaves dance on the breeze, dead but still alive in some instances. Copper leaves fall to the ground that is now scattered in a plethora of colors. Gold, orange, red and brown, they all dance and die as the clouds overlap each other, making the sky a gloomy gray. A young girl lay at the steps of Hatter Mansion.


The naked winter trees line the avenue leading to the Clock Tower. Residents’ breath rises in visible puffs to join the clouded sky. There is a freezing chill in the air that brings crispness to the leaves, bejeweled with frost, that crunch underfoot. Rosy cheeked, people who visit here pull woolen hats over the reddened ears and tighten scarves over the blue tinged lips. Teeth chatter. The cold seeps into gloves, numbing fingers until they cease to bend properly. Stiffened and frigid, like the cold winter air.