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Mad Hatter

"If you knew time as well as I, you wouldn't *dream* of wasting it!" WIP

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




You like hats? I'm mad about hats!

Main Theme Song || iNSaNiTY | Vocaloid ||
Emotional Song || You | Keaton Henson ||


Image☢ Full Name ☢
"Me? Well my full name is The. Mad. Hatter. That's all it will ever be."

The Mad Hatter

☢ Nicknames ☢
"Well, I don't know."


☢ Age ☢
"Now that you mention it. What is my age?"


☢ Gender ☢
"Last time I checked I was male."


☢ Romantic Interest ☢
"Don't be silly. Can you even see me in a relationship with anyone? That's what I thought."


☢ Sexuality ☢
"I don't think I'm sexually attracted to many people."


☢ Nationality ☢
"Well, of course it is the Hatter Mansion."

The Hatter Mansion || Country of Hearts

☢ Face Claim ☢
"That is my face. Well, if it's not my face whose face is it??"

Xerxes Break

☢ Physical Description/Clothing Preference ☢
"I love my hats. They are precious to me. Isn't your hand precious to you? Then do not touch my hats."

Your never see this guy with a hat one. It's a true and fun part to his appearance. Like he said mess with any of his hats, you might just lose one of your hands. The mad hatter isn't only known for his hats, he is also known for his Victorian style dress. He loves the ruffles and the dull colors that come with the style, and preferably the gloves as well. Since he does care about looking good, he makes sure his hates matches every single on of his outfits. Sometimes when someone looks close at his eye they tend to change color whenever he starts to feel certain emotions. But, the natural color if blood shot red. He's 6 feet tall and weighs around 175 pounds.

☢ Birthmark/Piercing/Tattoo/Scar/Noticeable Features ☢
"There's a bunch of things I'd like to tell you but, clearly I lost myself a long time ago!"

No birthmarks, no piercings, and absolutely no tattoos. But, he does have one huge scar that is also a noticeable feature on his face. It is the eye hidden beneath his bang. Well, he wouldn't really call it an eye. It's literally a hole now. But, the bang covering half of his face is a very noticeable feature. Only people who are close to him know what happened to his eye.

☢ Weapon{s} ☢
"Such dangerous things may kill someone. So much fun!"

A sword/cane. It was given to him when he was just a young boy by his father. Yes, he was young once and yes he had parents. Though, he doesn't remember how they look anymore, he had parents.

☢ Powers ☢
"I don't normally need this. But, if it's needed I will use it."

Nightmare's Dance - With his missing eye comes an advantage. He can make nightmares come to life. Sometimes when he despises the person he lets them go through a never ending loop of nightmares. But, in real life they are wide eyed and shaking furiously. But, again. He rarely uses this power because, he doesn't really see a logic in violence.

☢ Skills ☢
"I'd like to say i'm pretty talented."

☢ Personality ☢
"It's perfectly simple. We're all mad here!"

|| Intellectual || Rude || OCD || Narcissist || Sweet || Energetic ||

☢ Likes ☢
Hats ||
Tea ||
Riddles ||
March Hare ||
Door Mouse ||

☢ Dislikes ☢
Queen of Hearts ||
His hats being touched ||
Not being able to drink his tea ||
Rules being broken ||

☢ Flaws ☢
Murders Time ||
Doesn't Listen ||
Unconscious of others feelings ||

☢ Fears ☢
Losing all he's built up ||
Losing family ||
Getting his eye back ||

☢Secrets ☢

☢Bio ☢

☢ Other ☢

So begins...

Mad Hatter's Story

Characters Present

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