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Hansel

"Food and shelter are necessities, honesty is a luxury."

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a character in “Rewritten”, as played by Vervatine

Description

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"I'm not so complicated. I want food, shelter and your entire inheritance. Not much at all, see?"



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Name:
Hansel Gunther Steinhart

Nickname:
Hans

Age:
24

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Story:
Hansel and Gretel

Character:
Hansel



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Likes:
  • Sweets
  • Sleeping
  • Antiques
  • Summertime
  • Fireplaces
  • Sunlight
  • Luxurious Things

Dislikes:
  • Bondage
  • Shrill noises
  • Feeling stuffed
  • Feeling clueless
  • Being Alone
  • Witches
  • Dwelling in the Past


Strengths:
  • Lying
  • Schmoozing
  • Seducing

Weaknesses:
  • Has a tendency to freeze in a fight.
  • Poor at planning ahead.
  • Weak against seducing.

Fears:
  • Birds
  • Death
  • Authority Figures

Memory:
So, so hungry... he wanted to eat so bad but he needed that bread to get back home. He would find a fortune one day and never go hungry and cold again. He swore it!

That... that bird dared take away his mean to get back? He'll show that vulture what happened when you messed with him. But... AH! No! Too much noise, too many feathers! They came upon him, never handing and cawing in victory... What... What was that!? She came for him. He would stay near her and keep away from feathery things from now on.

Opinion on the War:
Witches are bad news, it doesn't matter if they say they are good or even fairy godmothers, they are still witches. I'll kill them all, and make a fortune out of it. I... I just need to concentrate on my task and not on the pretty ones' beauty...

As for the queens, well, I don't care much about them, they seems a little too much in love with their husbands to be of use to me. Maybe, one day, their sons or daughters will be more amiable?




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Personality:
Sly and charming, the young man known as Hansel is quite selfish when it comes to anyone but his sister, the two having been close since the whole debacle with the house of sweets. Ruthless to get what he wants, he is however a hardworking and dauntless man, capable of chasing after something for years on hand, never stopping until the thing he wants is within his reach or his enemy utterly annihilated.

At times utterly charming and other times utterly offensive, he has a near second personality when it comes to friends and potential allies and foes. A skilled conversationalist, he is not much made for war, as both his strategies and hand-eye coordination let to be desired. A dedicated brother and fickle lover all in one package, the only one he would ever stay true and platonic for would be Gretel as, blood is nothing but the bond of siblings forged in adversity is everything, isn't?

Patient and moderate in business and fiery and ambitious in personal matters, Hansel always had an eye for the grandiose and the extravagant, preferring silk, leather and fur dyed in a bright color to the more functional and drab wool and cotton. That is not to say he doesn't understand temperance and discretion, but merely that he couldn't care less about what anyone but both he and his twin would say on the matter.

Not one for quiet and even less of the nurturing type, he hates the clingy types as well as helpless children, having been forced to grow up fast far sooner than he should have been.




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History:
Born but two minutes after his elder twin Gretel, Hansel has always been the one to follow ever since, proving a loyal and able companion and foil to his more martially oriented sister. A dutiful and naive child before he was betrayed by his parents, the young boy soaked affection and praise like a sponge in the rare moments that his selfish and bitter mother deigned to show anything but contempt for him.

That all changed when he and Gretel were abandoned, the young boy, on the verge of adolescence, transforming into a hardened boy full of selfish thoughts and bitter desires, the only thing keeping him grounded from a life of revenge and bitterness being his sister and his own ambition to become more than his fickle mother. And so he still followed, and he planned, using his hidden cleverness and sense of manipulation against the witch that dared think of the siblings as a future meal and planned his return to the two children's home by taking their last loaf of bread and making a trail back as they walked home.

The second lesson, in the midst of despair and rage, was to always have another plan, and as he noticed his trail gone into the belly of a cawing crow, the boy once more planned and found another way back; finding a map in the slain and burned witch and using it as a way to keep track of the various strange roots and rocks paving the forest, after a long week finally finding his way back with his dear sister.

Hansel never spoke of what happened in this dark forest, but it changed him, some say for the better, but many more for worse as he took the wealth of the witch to make an estate for the two siblings and started a profitable but licentious lifestyle of seduction, information gathering and finally a quite lucrative but illegal smuggling ring.

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Other:
  • Hansel is a messy writer. If it got blotches and smears on it, it's hansel who wrote it, not Gretel.
  • The more laid back of the siblings, Hansel can be frequently missing to do some shenanigans on his own.
  • Hansel snacks all day long, there is no time when he doesn't have anything to eat nearby.

So begins...

Hansel's Story

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Once Upon a Time...
It is the morning after the potion explosion. Midsummer, plants and other forms of vegetation are blossoming while the sun shines brightly in the pale-blue sky. However, not all places are beaming brilliantly with sunshine...



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There were the individual sounds of peaceful birds chirping, as well as the vibrant colors of green and deep brown popping into view as Alice opened her eyelids. She was somewhere in a forest, no doubt. A very quiet, dark, foggy forest. Somehow, this didn’t surprise her. Didn’t almost all stories start in the woods? From all the myths, tales and legends she had remembered, everything happened in the forest. Princesses were rescued, dragons were slayed, and magical creatures lurked around every corner. However, Alice wasn’t a princess, or a dragon, or a creature, or a king, or a jester or an animal. She was…merely…someone. Wait, who was she? She dug through the crevices of her mind until she could find a recent memory, but she found nothing. She could not remember her childhood, her friends…not even her parents. Just her name. Why just her name?

Was she mad? Was she dreaming? Frustrated, Alice picked herself up off of the moist bed of pine needles and leaves, and paced back and forth. What was she doing here, alone in the woods? She kept asking questions, but all the answers led back to the same thing: Why couldn’t she remember anything? Perhaps this was all a dream. She needed to wake up. She couldn’t stand any more of this terrifying nightmare. Alice took a few steps back, and then with all her might, she charged towards the direction of the tree in front of her. Instead of opening her eyes again on a bed or wherever she slept in reality, the lean girl’s body hit hard against the bark of the tree. There was sharp, immediate pain that placed itself right outside of her forehead. Alice fell to the ground, paralyzed by shock and stiffness. So maybe she wasn’t dreaming after all…

As she rubbed the palm of her right hand against her forehead to take away the pain, Alice’s curiosity sparked like a small flame. There were three things she knew for sure: her name was Alice, she was NOT dreaming, and she was in a forest. This left for the possibility that her REAL self from the REAL world might have died, and had moved on to some sort of afterlife. However, she knew better than to jump to that conclusion instantaneously. There had to have been a reason why she remembered some stories told to her when she was younger. But had she had ever been younger? With the flood of questions and her forehead still throbbing, Alice was giving herself a headache. Exhausted, she sat on the ground, her one leg crossed over the other. It was then that she got a good look at her outfit. She was wearing a blue knee-length dress, gold-colored boots, and there was something behind her back. She reached her hand backwards to draw forward a softly knitted purple knapsack. She placed it beside her, noticing a shiny bronze sword strapped to her waist by a leather belt. Good; at least wherever she was, she’d be able to defend herself from any danger.

She pulled open her drawstring knapsack, finding a plethora of random items inside. She was particularly hungry at the time, and although she couldn’t find any food, she did spot something else that caught her attention: a tiny navy-colored notebook. The front cover was made of a scaly-leather material, and the words “Alice’s Journal and Field Guide” were plastered in bright-red paint across the center. She opened up the tiny book, discovering a large amount of words and phrases she didn’t understand. There were things like “Wonderland” and “Unbirthday”, and names, such as the “Queen of Hearts”, the “Mad Hatter”, and the “March Hare”. There was something, however, that caught her eye amongst the midst of confusing terms. The page was entitled “The Magic Mirror”, and an oval with a regal face in the center had been etched onto the papyrus-like paper. On the bottom of the page, there was a description of the artifact. Apparently, in her past life, (whatever she was doing in her past life) Alice had failed to find this mirror of extraordinarily enchanted powers. Since this new Alice had absolutely no plans, as she had forgotten all of them, she made it her first priority to find this mirror, as it enticed her to a substantial degree.

It was then after she had slammed the notebook shut that Alice gave a blood-curdling scream.

In front of her was a ferocious-looking wolf baring its sharply-pointed teeth. Its face was contorted into the most frightening of positions. Its surprise entrance made the beast all the more terrifying. Needless to say, Alice threw her notebook up into the air as she jumped in fear, and backed into the tree nearest her. She was cornered as more gray-colored wolves approached. No doubt, they were as hungry as she. Quickly, she pulled the sword from off of her belt, and pointed it at the three beasts, her hands, feet, and lips trembling. For a second, they actually backed away. However, that small moment didn’t last long enough. The center wolf lunged towards Alice, its eyes turning a frightening shade of yellow. In a moment she could have only described as “instinctive”, Alice dodged the attack, shifted towards her right, and swiped across from her. She struck at the wolf’s neck, making the beast utter a petrifying cry of pain before it was swiftly decapitated. In the teenage girl’s mind, time seemed to stop. She had performed the motion so cleanly and flawlessly, as if she had done it a million times before. Did she actually know how to swordfight? How? Perhaps in her past life, she was an accomplished swordswoman. Maybe she was a bandit, or a knight….

Whatever she was, she’d have to channel her inner instincts again, as more wolves surrounded her in seconds. Another one lunged forwards towards her neck. In response, Alice raised her sword, wedging the blade between the beast’s fangs and stabbing the tip of the weapon into the wolf’s upper mouth. Then another approached her. With her knee, she kicked the creature in the jaw, and then sent the blade through the beast’s chest. And then there was another, and another, and another...

No question, Alice would have to retreat. There were way too many. She ran as fast as her lean feet could take her, swooping down to pick up her notebook, and then jumping high onto the branch of a nearby tree. Like a squirrel being chased by a dog, she climbed the tree quickly, all the while maintaining caution. She gasped as a wolf had almost wrapped its fangs around her leg. Eventually, she had climbed up high enough into the safety of the tree. The wolves wouldn’t be able to pursue her now. However, that didn’t stop them from trying. They were still barking, still trying to find a way to scale the tree and gobble up the golden-haired girl. Alice sighed. Although she knew she’d be fine, she also knew that it would probably be a long time until these wolves would give up trying to kill her. For a second, she thought about living in the tree for the rest of her life, but that idea quickly faded once her empty stomach started to growl loudly.

Either by wolves or by hunger, she had a feeling it wouldn’t be long until she was dead. She stared off into the depths of the forest. Maybe there was someone nearby who could help her somehow. Then again, maybe not, and she’d just have to formulate her own plan. She swallowed a deep breath of air, and then shouted “HELP!”into the foggy patch of sky surrounding her. Judging by the equipment she had, Alice had a feeling that whatever she had been before, she had never been a princess. With the little beauty she assumed she had, there’d be no prince willing to come and rescue her from this deadly situation. It would be just like suicide…

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Character Portrait: Babayaga Character Portrait: William Darkblood Character Portrait: Aurora L. Rose Character Portrait: Hansel Character Portrait: Ambrose Rivain Character Portrait: Scarlet Reed
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She awoke that morning in possibly the best mood she had ever been in. When her doe brown eyes opened to look around her royal bed chamber, she allowed herself to take her time and soak it all in. Across the glorious bedchamber stood a half manikin dressed in the most beautiful wedding gown she had ever seen. The lace seemed to go on and on, and the embroidery was exquisite. It was then that two of the fairies that raised her arrived, each swooping in through her open balcony window. Each erupted into gentle coos of how beautiful she was going to look today. With a few flicks of their wands, she was dressed and prepared for the day. There was no denying she looked stunning.

Philip would be waking up in the guest wing, getting dressed and heading to meet her in the grand hall- where everyone would gather to watch their wedding. Philip had managed to defeat Maleficent, but not before she was able to murder Aurora's parents. Aurora was now Queen of the East and South (or, most of it anyway). Her realms were wild and magical and beautiful. Her parents before her had ruled with a just and fair hand, as she planned to rule.

Aurora knew that something had to be done about the war. Too much blood had already been spilled on both sides. An end and peace were desperately needed. Aurora pushed the thoughts from her mind and crossed over to the full length mirror in her chamber. She looked at her reflection and smiled. The problems of the kingdom could wait a few hours. Today was her wedding day. The love of her life, brave and strong Prince Philip, waited for her hand. "Alright. I'm rea-" An explosion of great force knocked the wind out of her, sending her forward into her mirror.




Aurora slowly opened her eyes, wincing at the pounding in her head. What happened? The blonde slowly sat up, gasping as a burning sensation erupted in her palm. A hunk of glass glimmered in her flesh, but it wasn't only the wound that scared her the most- it was the dark haired female that looked back at her. Gingerly, she pulled the shard from her hand and looked around. She sat in a ring of glass shards, with countless reflections of herself looking up at her. "Oh, oh my... Rose! Rose, are you alright, dear?!" The panicked voice caused her to look up as a fairy landed and rushed over to her. "Who-" "Hush dear, now don't fret. Here, give me your palm. That's a good girl. There. That's better, isn't it? OH! Good gracious! Merryweather!" The fairy fluttered away from Aurora now that her palm was healed and rushed to a crumpled heap of a fairy across the room.

Aurora slowly staggered to her feet, looking around the room as if it were her first time seeing it. A second fairy landed in the doorway, there now being a total of four fairies now- three conscious and one not. "There's panic throughout the kingdom, your Highness! People everywhere are experiencing memory loss! There was an explosion! Oh dear, oh my, what happened in here?" The fairy, Peabottom, flew over to Aurora and landed with wide eyes. "Are you alright, my Queen? Is your... is your memory intact? Do you... Do you know who you are?"

"Wh- Of course I remember who I am! I'm Princess Aurora!"

"Technically, you are Queen Aurora now, my Queen. What else do you remember?"

"What else? Um.. Well.. Obviously I was... At least I'm pretty sure that I was... raised by fairies... I remember that they are good- that not all magic is bad. I remember my mother and father, though I don't really know them to be honest. I spent my child hood in a small cabin in the woods with my fairy guardians. I've only recently moved back to the castle... Yeah, that's, ah.. That's pretty much it I believe." "Well... that's a start, your Highness. Please, are you dressed to head downstairs?" "Oh. That's all you wanted to know..? Grand! One question though, before you go?" Peabottom paused and turned to Aurora, as she had been on her way out the window.

"Why am I in a wedding dress... and what happened to my hair!?"

"Oh... My Queen, you-- you're getting married today. To Prince Philip!"

"Prince Philip?"

"Yes, my Queen."

"Who's Prince Philip?"

The fairy looked at her as though she had completely lost her mind- which, regrettably, she had. At least the part where the majority of her memories were. Rose had only a small glimmer of what she remembered in her past life. Fairies, magic, being royalty. The rest was a hazy blur. "I want out of this dress.." "But, my Queen, your wedding!" "I'm not marrying a total stranger! Please, help me get this off. Do I... Do I have anything else to wear?" The fairies exchanged glances, all awake now, and then rushed to help her out of the beautiful gown. She changed into a less elaborate, but still extremely royal, blue gown and made her way out of the room. The fairies had to lead her, because she couldn't remember the layout of this strange place.

The crown on her head was getting heavier and heavier by the second, with each unsure step she took. "My Queen! The Prince!" "Prince Philip? Yes?" "He's gone!" The fairies around her let out a gasp, but Aurora stood without being phased. "Alright. Well. That takes care of that I suppose. Can anyone tell me what's going on? Where are my parents?" "They're passed on, my Queen," "What?" Her throat tightened instantly, and although she had no memory of the first time- this had been her reaction then as well. Only, the first time she had time to drop to her knees and sob. She felt like she could, but there were too many questions unanswered. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she tried to hold herself together. Now was simply not the time to fall apart. "The late King and Queen were killed by Maleficent, your Grace." "Maleficent..?"

The fairies turned and flew away from her to circle up and whisper amongst themselves. Aurora was only able to catch bits and pieces of the conversation. "Lost... Hopeless... Needs to know... Impossible... I tried.. Magic is too powerful... If only.. Babayaga.. No! We must not.." "Who is this 'Babayaga'?" "She's an evil witch, my Queen, it's best that we--" "She's a witch?" "Yes, my Queen, but she--" "Take me to her." "But your Highness..." "Am I not the Queen?" "You are, your Highness, but she-" "Then please do not argue with me. Take me to her. If she is a witch, then perhaps she can undo the damage that has been done... since your magic was unsuccessful." The fairies exchanged glances with one another, unsure if they should try to argue their point more or agree. Peabottom stepped up and nodded quietly. "I will take you, my Queen." "Thank you."




The carriage creaked in protest of every bump that the two black stallions pulled it over. By her side sat Peabottom, looking extremely worried. They had decided against taking a royal carriage, and instead went in a simple one. Rose wore a large dark green cloak with a hood pulled over her head, just in case someone caught a glimpse through the windows. Although she had no memory of this land, her body seemed to. Her palms were sweating as if she were nervous, though she had no memory of why she should be. Curiously, Rose looked out the windows at the passing forests. "How much longer until we get there?" "Hopefully not long, my queen.." "Please don't call me that. Not here. Not when we're alone. There's really no point in it, and anyway.. what if someone heard you? Please. Call me Aurora, or Rose." Aurora smiled warmly at the fairy, who smiled sheepishly back. Had this fairy been one of the ones to raise her?

She had opened her mouth to ask, but suddenly the carriage was stopped. She could hear the uneasy whinnies of the horses up ahead of her. "What's happening...?" "I... I don't know. Stay here, my--.. Rose." Peabottom opened the door to her side of the carriage and stepped out, walking out of sight. "Who goes there?"