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Thackery Earwickett

You are late for tea

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a character in “The Deck - Wonderland”, as played by phoenixheart

Description

Basic Information;

"No matter how desperate the situation may become, there is always time for tea."

Name:
Thackery Earwickett

Age:
29

Race:
Para-human

Ethnicity:
Caucasian

Orientation:
Bisexual

Relationship Status:
Single

Role:
The March Hare

Faction:
Rebellion

Abilities:
Master swordsman, chef and tea maker

Best Feature:
Depending on your point of view, his razor sharp style or the fact he's batty as a fruitcake.


Appearance;
Image

Thackery stands at 5'9" and has a fairly lean build. If anyone were to catch him in various states of undress, they would see that there is definite muscle definition but he is far from being ripped. Thackery has a pale complexion and an angular face that, while humanoid in appearance, has some hare/rabbit like features. He has dark hair which he never allows his hair to grow long, preferring to keep it short out of practicality and rarely lets his beard grow beyond a decent stubble. He has pale blue eyes and his facial features are fairly thin.

Thackery takes great pride in his appearance and is often found in a sharp, well-tailored suit akin to that of a typical Victorian gentleman. He is rarely seen without a top hat, under which he hides his hare ears. It's not that he's ashamed of his para-human heritage, just having two massive ears sticking out the top of your head makes blending in rather difficult. Being well-dressed makes it easier.

Personality;

Thackery is slightly unhinged in the mind and often clings to the notion that it is time for tea, particularly in moments of crisis. He refuses to accept that coffee could ever be seen as a viable alternative to tea. While his manner is slightly eccentric, there is no denying that Thackery is a fiercely loyal friend to have, almost to a fault. He is incredibly patient and has a very long fuse. There are very few people who have actually seen him really lose it. Thackery generally goes with the flow, only being incredibly passionate about a handful of projects. He has a fairly dry and sarcastic sense of humour, sometimes overstepping the mark into the downright insulting. He likes to keep his cards close to his chest and have his opponents on their toes when he's around.

Likes;
Tea|| Tea parties || New suits || Springtime|| Blossoms || Cakes|| Teaspoons

Dislikes;
Coffee|| Bitter food || People touching his hare ears || Snow || Gaudy colours||

Hobbies;
Tea making|| Cooking|| Baking|| Tailoring|| Flower arranging|| Swordfighting/ Fencing


History

After being accused of 'murdering time' by the Red Queen, Thackery was condemned to always think it was time for tea and was subject to a near unbroken round of tea parties and unbirthday parties, mostly with The Mad Hatter. Prior to the Red Queen's reign, he had served the White Queen as the head cook of the kitchens, one of the reasons he has such a passion for cooking. He was also a visible part of the court and took care to look his best when he was going to be in public. When food and court were not a necessity, Thackery practiced swordfighting, picking up the art quickly enough, fine honing his skills over the months and years.

Following Alice's defeat of the Jaberwocky, Thackery was reinstated in the White Queen's court in his previous post, much to his delight. It began to become apparent that Thackery's mental health had deteriorated to those around him. Thackery had always been a little eccentric, but now he had become just plain odd. He began to make steady recovery in the time between Alice leaving Wonderland and the start of the rebellion, the kitchens and sword practice returning some sense of normalcy to Thackeray's life. In the run up to the start of the rebellion, whispers found their way to the kitchens. Whispers that said the four houses were planning to make a claim to the throne a d, mor worryingly, the Dealers were making an appearance. The choice for Thackery was clear and he followed Hatter, as had often done in the past, into the rebellion.

Extra

So begins...

Thackery Earwickett's Story

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Thackery delicately fastened the buttons of his waistcoat, gently tugging the material down to smooth out the creases. His hare ears were twitching, as they often did, searching for any signs of danger. His human ears remained still as they always did unless someone tugged at them to get his attention. He exhaled deeply, staring at the letter once again. It was folded so the contents could not be seen, but he knew the contents by heart anyway. Whoever this T.D was, it unnerved Thackery slightly that they, for he was still uncertain as to anything relating to the gender of their host, had found not only himself, but also Hatter.

He felt the soft weight of his ears as they fell back against his head. The hare had obviously realised it was safe, something his human instincts had told him long ago. Regardless of whatever the letter meant, Thackery was in his home. Home had always equated to safety, no matter what state Wonderland found itself in. Not for the first time, Thackery wondered what it would have been like had Alice never saved them all from the Red Queen. Thackery and Hatter would still be hosting tea parties and unbirthday celebrations. Those days had been much easier but felt like another lifetime now, and in a sense they were. Times were different now. Yes, Thackery was still an outsider of Wonderland, no less odd than the other citizens, but as a member of the rebellion, it was in his interests to remain outside. But he was no longer trapped in himself. Thackery had achieved an autonomy of sorts and was no longer as ‘mad’ as he had once been. That had been Alice’s mark on him. The regaining of some semblance of sanity.

Thackery snapped his cufflinks into place. They were nothing particularly fancy, but they were a teacup and a teapot, so naturally his heart had been stolen by them. He pulled on the jacket of his suit, leaving the buttons open. He picked up the letter and slipped into his inside pocket. Why was a raven like a writing desk? The question sprung into his head as he had taken the letter, his friend’s voice echoing the words. It was a question Hatter had often posed to people. He would have to ask him the answer one day or go mad wondering what the answer was to the riddle. Why was a raven like a writing desk? Thackery dismissed the thought from his mind, gathering his hare ears into a tophat. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of his para-human nature, it was just easier to blend in when no one could see your hare ears. All people saw was a well-dressed man among many others who dressed well. He was hiding in plain sight, and it was glorious.

The journey to the neutral ground was short enough to walk. The air was warm and a gentle breeze played through the trees. The flowers were bright, swaying gently as though they were dancing. If he listened carefully, Thackery could hear them whispering to one another, the same idle gossip they had engaged in since he had been a leveret boy. Feeling lighter than he had done in years, Thackery stepped into the gathering. It felt strange to be surrounded by so many people that, in any other context, he would be fighting, or Hatter would be annoying greatly. There was always the chance that Hatter would annoy and provoke them anyway, depending on which form his mercurial friend chose to take. Thackery nodded to himself, Hatter was the master when it came to hiding in plain sight.

Making his way to the central table, Thackery sought the teapot containing Earl Gray, and poured himself a cup. Taking a sip, Thackery decided that it was drinkable, but not quite perfect. He had had years to perfect the art of tea making, given that all he had done for those years was host tea parties. It was amazing what murdering time could do for you. The whole party was reminiscent of summer, from the way the food was laid out, the colours, down to the smells and the ambience around him. Despite the rebellion, everyone seemed to have their guard down and was talking openly, mingling with the crowds that would be enemies tomorrow. Keeping to the edge of the party, Thackery kept one eye out for Hatter and the other he kept on the people around him.