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"Who... are you?" WIP

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a character in “Bloody Clocks”, as played by angelwolf123




Castle of Glass | Linkin' Park

❝'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything there for you to see
For you to see

ImageImageFull Name|| "Are you implying my name is inadequate?"
Vision is the only name he's ever had.

Nicknames|| "You're basing this question on the assumption that someone is comfortable around me."
If Vision actually had friends of the joking sort, perhaps they'd call him 'Isi'? Pronounced EYE-see... geddit? *gets shot*

Age|| "You are practically an infant."
Vision is ancient, but young for his kind. After all, he has yet to pupate.

Gender "I am male."
Male, duh.

Romantic Interest|| "I would have a more successful time getting Her Majesty to apologize."
None at the moment.

Sexuality|| "A boy would do just as well as a girl, I suppose."
He hasn't really thought about it.

Nationality|| "I owe allegiance to no-one."
Neutral, Vision lives at the Clocktower and is partners with the Clockmaster.

Face Claim|| "Don't waste my time."
Fay D. Flourite from Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles.

ImageImageImageImageImagePhysical Description/Clothing Preference|| "...."

Birthmark/Piercing/Tattoo/Scar/Noticeable Features|| "No, I'm not going to show it to you."
A "tattoo" spread over Vision's entire back, that looks suspiciously like (butterfly?) wings. It's not truly a tattoo, however, and is prone to bleeding at random intervals.

As you can see, Vision's right eye is obscured by an eyepatch. Beneath the fabric, the eye is perpetually shut and webbed with pale, almost star-like or web-shaped scar tissue. In theory, Vision could still see partially out of it...but he keeps it covered anyways. Instead of blue, the eye is gold with a demonic slit pupil.

Vision's ears are pierced, and he's fond of wearing long, draping earrings. His favorites are feathers, beads, or thin clinking crystals or metals.

Weapon(s)|| "I have no need for such things."
Heh, what a lie. No one can survive in Wonderland long without some sort of method of defense. However, there are several factors that allow Vision to get away with going weaponless and living to tell the tale. For starters, his high levels of speed and agility are more than enough to escape from most dangerous situations. It doesn't hurt that he's neutral, lives in a neutral area, and oh, spends most of his time in dreams.

Powers|| "...."

Skills|| "I am somewhat lacking in this area."
βœ” Fleet of Foot- Vision, when he actually gets to it, is actually quite the speedy individual.
βœ” High Agility- He's very light on his feet, and has good muscle control. Capable of easily dodging most melee attacks.
βœ” Minor Acrobatics- Extremely flexible, Vision utilizes his good balance, agility, and muscle control to preform acrobatic gymnastics in combat. Typically to evade some attack, or escape a pursuer. His ability varies from handstands to layoffs to backflips to freerunning. This skill didn't just come from nowhere, though. Whenever Vision is in the physical world, he stretches and works on his form. It's more of a hobby really. A habit that helps him think and keeps him physically active.

Personality|| "...."

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    βœ„ Being Interrupted- "I have important things to say, and not a lot of time to say them.."
    βœ„ Stupidity "I don't take fools easily."
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ImageImageBio|| "...."

ImageOther|| "...."


So begins...

Vision's Story

Characters Present

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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.