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Dr. Jacob Grimm

Doctor and psychiatrist at the Wonderland Institute

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a character in “The Wonderland Institute v2”, as played by Chuckles


Jacob Ludwig Carl Grimm

Place of Birth
Hanau, Hesse-Kassel, Germany

date of birth
4, January 1975


Father, Deceased
Mother, living, Hanau Germany
Brother, Wilhelm, living, incarcerated in the Wonderland Institute

Doctor/Psychiatrist at the Wonderland Institute

M.A. of Linguistics, University of Marburg
M.D., University of Marburg
Ph.D. of Psychology, University of Cambridge

blood type

Criminal History
No criminal history recorded

Mental Diagnosis
No known psycological issues

Supernatural Powers

Other abilities
Jacob does not have 'supernatural' powers, he does however have the knowledge and skill necessary to brainwash individuals and reprogram their subconcious minds.

Jacob Grimm is a quiet man with a soft voice and an easy if stoic face. His carefully crafted personallity gives others the feeling that this man is easy to talk to, and his calculated responses are easily heeded. There is something almost entrancing about his demenor

Jacob Grimm and his brother grew up in Hanau, Germany, with his brother Wilhelm and his mother. Their father died while they were both young which put a financial strain on their small family. It was their mothers sister that allowed Jacob and Wilhelm to attend school. Both brothers attended the University of Marburg, while Jacob eventually went to study at the University of Cambridge. The brothers remained close throughout their lives, keeping in constant communication even while seperated. Six years before the Wonderland Institute was ever constructed there was a series of incidents in their local hometown after which Wilhelm was diagnosed as clinically insane and instatutionalized. The event seemed to devistate Jacob, who swore to help his brother. When Alice Liddel began construction on her institution Jacob took interest and applied to the staff there, having his brother transfered to the state of the art facility where he has been his caretaker for the past five years while serving as a counciler and phyciatrist for other patients.

So begins...

Dr. Jacob Grimm's Story

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A pendulum swung back and forth, the sound of the clock movements it drove inaudible over those of Brahms first symphony which played from a record player in the corner. The office was dark, the single window allowing in the only light. A middle aged man sat at his desk, head leaned back in his chair, eyes closed. His hair was only barley kept, swept over in a wave from one side to the other. A long, high bridged nose sat in the middle of a near round face with a sturdy square jaw. His face was calm but stern, in a moment careless and yet many years of care could be seen in it. German heritage was evident with even a cursory inspection of his features, so much so that one would expect him to have an accent even before they heard him speak.

As it was he did not speak. One hand counted out the time of the symphony casually, almost reactionally. His eyebrows rose and fell with the accents, head moving ever so slightly with the melodies.

The clock chime softly broke though the music as one o'clock came and went. Time for inspections. The doctor didn't heed the chime, he hadn't for some time now. Inspections were the domain of warden Liddle, the orderlies, and doctor LaMontaigne. For Jacob Grimm one o'clock and inspection was time for introspection, meditation, reflecting, and planning. LaMontaigne hadn't liked it at first, but Grimm had won out on seniority of tenure over seniority of title at the time. Outside of that initial tension Grimm thought neither fond nor foul of the Cajun doctor, for all intents and purposes he felt almost entirely neutral towards the man. Warden Liddle he was decidedly more warmly inclined towards, but then he had been at Wonderland institute since the beginning, having inquired into transferring Wilhelm to the facility while it was still under construction and coming on staff in its infancy. In fact it had been Doctor Carroll who had originally pointed him towards Alice Liddle and the Wonderland Institute. This fact played no small part in his hiring and having some semblance of autonomy in the institute, of that Jacob had no doubt.

The doctor would let his mind wander a bit longer as the symphony continued on. He would make round after inspection, and perhaps stop in to see the warden.

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Character Portrait: Alice Liddle Character Portrait: Dr. Cassius LaMontaigne Character Portrait: Dr. Jacob Grimm Character Portrait: Jafar Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook Character Portrait: Vitas Warmoon
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Hearing the knocks, she recognised right away despite not seeing who it was, and with a withering smirk she spoke up, "Cassius, the sooner you stop treating this place like some sort of boudoir the better for all of us. Just open the damn door." standing up she approached the thick oaken door before throwing it open, "Right, let's get this over with."

Her accent despite having lived in New York still came across very English, especially with how she pronounced words.

Exiting the office, she slammed the wood fiercely it was evident, The Warden was angry, and usually when she was her sadistic darkness crept to the surface, slithered to the fore. It is what made Alice formidable, dangerous even.

For a time she said nothing as they walked down the clinically twisted corridor sterilised of anything. No emotion, just an empty void that placated the masses. Nonetheless, the silence could be unnerving, because despite appearing harmless, many of the staff knew she had conniving suffocating darkness which represented her heart. The time's anyone suggested her methods were too far. She would stare with such intensity and say with unsightly aggression, "Monsters, don't deserve kindness." one young orderly had asked her further on this and found himself flung into a wall.

Fortunately for him, the walls were not prison walls, thus he came off of it with how a few shattered ribs. Although this sold the idea that moving to this inquiry was lethal if not only unadvisable, "Cassius, I am trying to make a place that provides them with somewhere where maggots, monsters and horrors belong. Few of these individuals are men or woman. I don't care if they are children. They lost their privileges when they inflict those atrocities." evidently she was willing to share, "Yet the Government only see these still as people, and act like I am committing some massive injustice. How can I explain to these idiots that threatening to stifle my methods would tie my hands behind my back? That would achieve nothing in the realm of promising. In fact, it would give these things dignity. What of their victims? What of the crying widows, fathers and mothers. Brothers and sister? Don't they deserve peace of mind knowing these abominations are not being shown anything resembling kindness?"

Arriving at the meeting place for all staff before inspection she stopped, "Now we wait, Cassius." not long after Jacob, James, Jafar and Vitas would arrive, "Jacob, you are on Cheshire today, then continue as usual. Vitas, check what progress Scarlett has made. Everyone else can vote to where to begin. I need a laugh, so I shall inspect and interview Don Quixote. Unlike the others here he has actually has hope of making progress."

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Character Portrait: Alice Liddle Character Portrait: Dr. Cassius LaMontaigne Character Portrait: Dr. Jacob Grimm Character Portrait: Jafar Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook Character Portrait: Vitas Warmoon
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LaMontaigne chuckled darkly at the Warden as she slammed the doors shut and began walking. He followed behind, arms folded behind his back, analyzing every move the warden made. Her heart was dark, just like every other person here, except that bemusing Peter Banning. His heart was filled with youth and beguilement. So convinced he was in his delusions that he may have been the most innocent person in the entire establishment. Lack of progress on that particular patient was............ infuriating. Hook needed to try harder.

"Of course, cherie, They dun' know the first thing 'bout what we do" His voice was as smooth as the smoke that trailed behind him, filled with all kinds of terrible things. "It's easy for them to tell us what we doin' is wrong cause they not livin' every day in this hell like you an' me. It's easy for them to hide behind they desks and paperwork, when they never gotta see any o' them monsters that live in these walls" He said, exhaling smoke with a grin.

"But I expect you know better, cherie. Better than some senator who never had a bad thing happen to him in his life. What we doin' here is working. We makin' real progress with these patients. We will show them, cherie. We will show them. "

La Montaigne had been telling things like this to Alice since he had arrived. He was all for the methods the Warden employed to 'Rehabilitate'. Mostly because if furthered his own research. It was, after all, the chance of a lifetime for him.

Soon they entered the staff room where the warden would hand out their tasks.

Jafar was already in the room when the warden and LaMontaigne arrived. No doubt the new Doctor was eager to implant more of his thoughts into the Warden's mind. Since LaMontaigne's arrival, Jafar had noticed he had been spending an awful lot of time with the Warden and that the Warden seemed to be quicker to anger of recent. It mattered not to him, however, it was simply an observation. He leaned on his long, Cobra-headed staff, scanning the room with crimson eyes hidden behind a porcelain white mask. His deep crimson attire, was obviously not what normal people wore in this day in age. Especially not in New York.

Perhaps that was why Jafar had taken such a kindling to Dr. Hook, he had a certain je ne sais quoi about him. He nodded respectfully as the others arrived in. He normally never inspected anyone, he was there as a formality and to make sure the staff was all following order. "Good afternoon Warden Liddle" Jafar said in a deep voice as he saw Alice.

When Alice told Grimm that he was going to deal with Cheshire LaMontaigne was visibly disappointed. In the year LaMontaigne had been there, not once had she allowed him to observe The Cheshire. He couldn't hide disapproval but said nothing about it.

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Character Portrait: Alice Liddle Character Portrait: Dr. Cassius LaMontaigne Character Portrait: Dr. Jacob Grimm Character Portrait: Jafar Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook Character Portrait: Vitas Warmoon
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With a nobleman's cane in hand, Hook strode his way down the halls, face down, wiping his brow with a handkerchief. No matter how many times he has taken walks down here, the atmosphere had remained apprehensive, choking even. It didn't help matters knowing himself surrounded by truly deranged minds, dangerous ones, so far disconnected from reality that they feel nothing of their crimes. Even a portion of the staff was questionable, something abnormal he can't quite put a finger on just yet. Either way, someone had to keep the sails steady, else this vessel capsize.

He made it to the door of the meeting room, listening in briefly. Alice Liddle's tone was like a warning sign to his ears, twitching his moustache slightly as a nervous tick. Oh dear, sounds like someone's placed Ms. Liddle is into a sour mood, he thinks, taking in a sharp breath before crossing the threshold in graceful fashion along with a small bow.

"Greeings to you all, lady Liddle, sir Cassius, ah-," he pauses, glancing over at Jafar. He was one of the more unusual ones here, intimidating even, perhaps even more-so than Alice herself. And he was always hidden behind a mask and red robes, perhaps disfigurement? Either way, it was rude to stare "Greetings to you as well sir Jafar. I hope we are all in good spirits for today's... well, duties I suppose is a word for it."

Hearing that Alice will take charge of Don Quixote's inspection. The man was by far the least deranged inmate, at least, to the point that Hook questions why he's even here to begin with. There was even a thing of admiration that James had for the man, a man following a classical example of a noble knight, chivalry and honesty. His preliminary assessment was delusions brought about by a midlife crisis.

"A-ah, Alice, seems you favor our model patient as well, a hopeful case, a good man I'd even say," he says proudly, rubbing his chin as he rests his elbow on his cane. "As for me, well, given he thinks I'm some... character in his strange fantasies, I am left with Peter again today, I suppose. Unless some other gent wants to take the wheel for a change? Hm, have we ah, got more security now since the last incident at least? I'd rather avoid changing my last name to a plural."

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Grimm nodded and exited the room swiftly, with just a passing "Perhaps next time." towards LaMontainge upon seeing the mans noticeable disappointment that he had once again been denied the opportunity to observe Cheshire. The words were not facetious however, Grimm did not think of this as winning and losing. If he did he would almost consider himself the loser. Cheshire was an infinitely interesting case, but that did not make her a very good subject.

So he made his way down the halls, foot steps echoing softly as he walked. The walls were sterile, the floors were sterile, the ceilings were sterile. Grimm much preferred his office, wood furniture, dark tones, low light. He felt like one could perform surgery under the lights in these hallways, a feet he wasn't entirely sure hadn't been at least attempted before, perhaps by a patient.

Eventually he found himself at the heart of the institution. Perhaps not its heart by dimensions, but everyone who had been here longer than a week knew which cell this place revolved around. The Cheshire's. An orderly stood at the hallway door marked "caution", noticeably on edge regardless of the fact that his entire job involved not opening the door. Jacob waved the man aside and punched in his access code. A moment passed and a thumb print reader flipped out of the console, which Jacob promptly placed his right thumb against. The scanner read his fingerprint and the door unlocked with a quiet click.

"No need for all that." he looked at the orderly, who had taken another step back in anticipation. Grimm's English was impeccable even with the distinct German accent, and his words were calm and measured. "I don't think we'll be too long." Jacob pushed the door open and left the younger man in the hallway.

As the door closed behind him Jacob faced another hallway, just as sterile as the last, except this had a single door at the end. He approached and went through a similar ritual as the first, though with a number of extra steps. Access code, left thumb, right thumb, retina. The door had a much more noticeably mechanical sound as it unlocked. Where the first door would be secure in almost any other building, this one would be secure as a bank vault door. A final button press and the door swung open on mechanical hinges.

The room was dark save three red glowing orbs, one high and to the left, two dead ahead; and one flickering light. "Let's have some lights shall we." Jacob reached over and flipped a switch causing light to flood the room. A large reinforced 'glass' wall stood before him. A single chair stood between the doctor and the wall; a single door, this even more secure than the last, stood to the left, under the first red orb which indicated it was locked; a single patient, the source of the second and third orbs, stood opposite the glass. "Hello Cheshire."

Jacob took a seat in the chair. Despite the words of greeting Jacob hadn't actually looked at the woman. He set his breifcase on the floor, he didn't take out a note pad or pen, not even a recorder. Instead he simply crossed one leg over the other, placed his hands on his knee with his fingers laced together, and leaned back into the chair. "Where should we begin today? Feeling talkative perhaps?" the man paused a moment, "And no, you may not see what I taste like." the statement was delivered in a most matter of fact tone, as though the doctor didn't find it to be a strange caveat in the slightest.

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The light blazed to life in Cheshire's cell. From behind the glass, the creature could be seen. Her dark violet hair was stained with crimson and her scarlet irises rested upon black eyes. As to be expected with The Cheshire, she grinned from ear to ear, showing her jagged and bloodied teeth as Grimm entered the room. She lay against the wall, her arms spread to wither side. Nailed through her hands to keep her subdued. Heavy metal cuffs and chains bound her neck and feet to the concrete floor. She didn't even get meals anymore. No one had been on the other side of the glass since the last time Cheshire attacked Alice.

"You can't blame a girl for trying can you?" She chuckled darkly as she looked straight at Grimm. "What should I tell you today Jacob? Do you really even care? It must be so frustrating to have to deal with Alice's dirty little secrets all the time. You should tell her to man up and send her down to see me herself"

Her words carried an otherworldly and nightmarish tone hidden subtly withing her childish voice. She laughed loudly for a moment without warning before she shook her head "Come on Grimm, don't you think Alice is losing her touch? With reality? It wont be long now before she sits looking out of the same cells she tries to keep us locked away behind. Poor little Alice, she tries so hard to remain in control of herself, to look good on the outside. But on the inside, she is the scariest monster of us all."

It wouldn't be a surprise that Cheshire brought up and remained on the topic of Alice. The warden was Cheshire's obsession and not a single person knew why, except for Cheshire that was.

Then the alarm blared within the cell as Peter broke free of his. Cheshire's eyes went wide and her grin returned as she began to laugh hysterically "Someone's gotten out to play! Oh dear me! I do hope he drops by for a visit! We have such fun, Peter and I. He is young and full of life. He is quite the morsel if I do say so myself" She chortled, drool dripping from her jagged teeth. Then, her disgustingly long tongue, lopped from her mouth and licked her lips "I think you ought to get back to the warden now, don'tchya think?" She growled darkly as the light flickered a bit

"But be careful Jacob Grimm, you may already be too late. Don't forget why you came here in the first place. What your brother says he did." She shook her head and made a tsk sound before looking back at him "It's a shame really, He doesn't deserve to die, but he will and so will you"

Cheshire grinned again and hung her head, small mutterings could be heard from her afterwards.

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Jacob listened, but the unspoken answer was no, he didn't care. Caring wasn't the point of this exercise, Jacob didn't have to care about what she was saying, he just had to hear it. Oh, he paid attention, he sorted through the words, keeping tabs on anything that may be useful. Anything that might reveal a little about the patient that they didn't already know. Most of what they knew was that Cheshire was violent and malevolent, especially towards Alice. Jacob didn't actually expect to learn much more than that, but he could perhaps learn what the patient knew, perhaps how she knew it. Studying the cat was like studying the inside of a black hole, a singluarity where everything you knew was irrelevant. She was the extreme end of a spectrum so far flung that most psycologists didn't even realize it existed, and many that realized refused to accept it.

"Everyone has dirty little secrets, I wouldn't be very good at what I do if dealing with them frustrated me." He ignored the taunt of getting Alice to come to the cell. It hadn't taken long for Jacob to drop any direct references to Alice. Cheshire would bring her up, always brought her up, but Jacob never uttered the name, never even used pronouns referring to her. He let her continue, not responding. Alice was certainly not as mentally stable as the official record stated, that much Jacob had concluded rather early on. He hadn't decided weather Dr. Carroll had missed something, or intentionally falsified the record, but he had enough reasons to not care.

Suddenly the alarms went off. They weren't as loud in the cell as they were in most other parts of the facility, after all this was the most secure room with the highest priority inmate. Cheshire went on an aside about Peter, Jacob assumed she meant Peter Banning. Regardless, he didn't think there would be anything useful to hear now. He gathered up his briefcase and stood, ready to move on to other patients, again ignoring the references to Alice. "Untill next time then." As he turned toward the door Cheshire spoke again, this time about his brother 'what he says he did.' Jacob almost smiled. "Yes, he will die. I will die. We all will die." he turned his head ever so slightly, "We all deserve to die."

His hand passed over the light switch as he left the room, the door closing behind him and latched, plunging the room back into darkness. Walking down the hall Jacob went over the memories in his head again, from the beginning.

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Character Portrait: Alice Liddle Character Portrait: Dr. Cassius LaMontaigne Character Portrait: The Cheshire Character Portrait: Dr. Jacob Grimm Character Portrait: Peter Banning Character Portrait: Aldric Von Hardt Character Portrait: Scarlette Binme Kapuce Character Portrait: Jafar Character Portrait: Jack Winters Character Portrait: Till Eulenspiegel Character Portrait: Dr. James B. Hook Character Portrait: Vitas Warmoon Character Portrait: Don Quixote Character Portrait: Penny Sattely Character Portrait: Dr Henry Jekyll/Mr Edward Hyde Character Portrait: Diana 'Snow White' Blumenthal Character Portrait: The Genie Character Portrait: Doctor Frankenstein Character Portrait: Dr. Theodora Verde Character Portrait: Belle LeFaun
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It had been a chaotic and long day, not the longest, but still pretty exhausting. Once the damage had been measured by the staff it was realised Cell Security needed to be updated with The Wolves Pit practically being rebuilt after Aldric almost escape attempt. While this went on during next two weeks.

Alice received word of a Juvenile Behavior Therapist interested in the position. Being, Peter Banning was still an issue with Jack too being a problem it did seem rather like a good idea.

Unfortunately, the problems outweighed the good, Salem, one of the inmates committed suicide the week after.

Alice, though, was steadfast, despite these major complications. Many would have buckled under the intense pressure from this all, but after her last breakdown, she seemed to attempt to keep herself coordinated. Even odder was when someone mentioned Cheshire or regarding progress of that patient, a nostalgic smile traced over Alice's lip. Something weird was certainly happening, but without further investigation, there was no need to overreact.

In the past when Cheshire was mentioned, Alice's sadism seemed to emerge quite prominently and she got angry and demanded cruel and unusual punishments for Cheshire. Now though, seemed rather calm, some may say downright intrigued by the progress. Some Doctor's have noticed her giggling and commenting during the staff meeting, 'Oh yes, she is such a wicked thing." not a lie, but the way it was said, suggested something of less towards nature.

It has been two weeks since the incident, cells have rebuilt and refitted, Aldric out of his coma and it has been reasoned by Jekyll, Warmoon and even Alice that perhaps Aldric could get outdoor privileges. It is believed that this could resolve much of his cabin fever and also provide the freedom he needs while under supervision. Of course, with this, the Garden now had to be just as warded heavily with magic. But, that was not difficult to do.

Unbeknownst to everyone, the darkness down within the crypt was stirring, it felt the weakness growing within all. Oh, how the boy who cried, cried so hard for it to stop. But now his only sound was the swinging from the metaphorical Gallow's Pole. It must work slowly, and not rush, especially as many of these magic users, if they knew, could strengthen this prison, this cell so not even the maddening cruel voice could speak in their darkest thoughts. Oh yes, it would be patient and in time Wonderland would become the Kingdom of this new Earth with the twisted aberrations of subjects that made up inmates and staff.

Once it was free, only once it was free