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Robin "Mad March" Leveret

WIP Personality and Bio

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

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Robin "Mad March" Leveret





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☢ Full Name ☢
Although the name has been forgotten, stolen by time, that filthy thief, the March Hare residing in the Hatter's Mansion was once called Robin Leveret.

☢ Nicknames ☢
The March Hare as an official title
March to friends and acquaintances
Mad March to those he's not quite so friendly with

☢ Age ☢
Ancient, ageless- he can't quite remember.

☢ Gender ☢
Male

☢ Romantic Interest ☢
TBD

☢ Sexuality ☢
Pansexual, although those he's truly attracted to are few and far between. That doesn't, of course, stop him from flirting with everyone.

☢ Nationality ☢
The Hatter Mansion || The Country of Hearts

☢ Face Claim ☢
Yogi from Karneval





Image☢ Physical Description/Clothing Preference ☢
At 6'2'' and weighing in at 185 lbs, March is far from the smallest person around. Well, that is when he stands up straight. He's built like a gymnast, lithe and lean, his thin frame hiding his true strength. When he doesn't intend to go out on any sort of business or is dressed purely for pleasure, March goes for vibrant colored clothing, yellows, greens, blues, and purples in plaids, diamonds, stripes- anything, really, but hearts- as a pattern, always just shy of being an eyesore. He doesn't tend to put much attention in his outfits, throwing on whatever he pulls from his closet of button-ups, vests, and pants of many colors and states of disrepair. However, when things need to be done or he'd rather not be spotted, his closet holds a more muted palate of dark greens, reds, browns, and blacks usually in the form of suits. His blonde hair is a wild mess, barely restrained by the occasional bobby pin and he has vivid purple eyes that show more emotion than his constantly smiling face ever will. That same smile, of course, is used for all occasions; tea parties, going for walks, shooting people in the face… It's quite the versatile smile.

☢ Birthmark/Piercing/Tattoo/Scar/Noticeable Features ☢
Scars can be found littered sporadically across March's body from a life fully lived, although most are old and from the days when he spent more time wandering Wonderland than staying at the Hatter's Mansion. Apart from that, visibly there's not many oddities to be found on his body- no, birthmarks, piercings, or tattoos even if he keeps joking about getting the image of a teapot permanently marked onto his body one of these days. Perhaps it's less of what you do notice and more of what you don't- March has a tendency to completely hide his ears, which, if memory serves correctly, are long, chocolate brown, and, of course, both tattered and torn in a savage sort of way, the right one severed quite nastily about three quarters of the way up.

☢ Weapon{s} ☢
The day that you find March without a gun in his hand will be the day you find a very dead hare. He's a crack shot and always has at least one pistol, a shined, black thing with a little, purple hat logo on the side, on his person with, of course, extra ammunition hidden away as well. However, he also keeps a small dagger hidden in his sleeve, as much a thing for protection as for a comfort.

☢ Powers ☢
Besides his ability to hide away his hare-like features, such as his tattered ears and even a fluffy tail, his powers remain on the more physical side of things. The March Hare has an enhanced sort of speed and agility, comparable to super speed. However, it isn't an infinite resource and it takes more energy to keep up at those speeds, so he snacks frequently to keep up his energy intake.

☢ Skills ☢
-Shooting- as mentioned previously, March is a crack shot with a gun, his aim so accurate that it would put an Olympian to shame
-Making Tea- A skill he's always enjoyed, March makes his own brews daily. They always taste delightful, but the actual taste varies on his mood; sweet for happy days, bitter for gloomy…
-Playing the Fiddle- It's not just the cat that played the fiddle; March is quite skilled with the instrument, if he does say so himself
-Danger Senses- Maybe it's not a real sort of sixth sense, but, when something exciting begins to happen, his left leg starts tapping quite uncontrollably
-Charming- On his good days, whenever those may be, he can be unbelievably charming

☢ Personality ☢
|Paranoid|Charming|Flirtatious|Mad|Clever|Sweet|Amoral|Loyal|Self Conscious|





Image☢ Likes ☢
-Tea; to no one's surprise
-Pastries- cookies, cakes, fudge, cherries jubilee, he likes it all rather well
-Guns; or, more accurately, his own guns
-Music; anything to keep the ticking at bay
-Gardening; Maybe not quite as glorious as any rose gardens, March does tend to the plants around the Hatter's Mansion
-The Mad Hatter
-Dancing
-The Dormouse

☢ Dislikes ☢
-The Red Queen; To absolutely nobody's surprise
-Clocks; inside, outside, within… The ticking of clocks drives him mad
-Meat
-Rude behavior
-Staying still; he's a creature of constant motion, even if that motion is just sipping tea
-Being called a rabbit or a bunny- he's a hare, thank you very much. Much manlier.

☢ Flaws ☢
-Admittedly something of a sociopath, he doesn't quite care who he shoots
-Paranoia
-Easily side-tracked and distracted

☢ Fears ☢
-Being Trapped or locked away
-Losing those he cares about
-The sound of ticking clocks

☢Secrets ☢
-He has a hat tucked away in his rooms, a gift from the Mad Hatter, that has a perfect replica of his ears before the incident; he doesn't wear it in public and would rather kill someone than let them touch it, with only a few exceptions existing
-The March Hare becomes particularly amorous and invasive in terms of personal space during full moons
-TBA




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☢Bio ☢

☢ Other ☢
WIP

So begins...

Robin "Mad March" Leveret's Story

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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.




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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.




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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.




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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.




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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.