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The Cheshire

Oh dear me! We have become something.......delicious haven't we?

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





Alias/Nickname:Cheshire cat, The Cheshire, Chesh

Place of Birth:Wonderland



Family:None, except for Alice, whom she considers family



Criminal History:Murder, Terrorism, Torture, Cannibalism

Mental Diagnostic:Abnormally unstable, psychotic, unpredictable

Supernatural Powers:Unknown, though it is evident she possesses them


Ideal Environment and Stimuli For Them:Anywhere Alice is



Relationship to Other Inmates: (Good or bad all depends on you)


So begins...

The Cheshire's Story

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"It's dark........ So dark.........I smell.......blood........I want.........Alice!"

The cell was dark, the light attempted flickering every few minutes but gave into the darkness. Unlike the other cells, this one did not have white walls or a nice bed. It was just a room with one thing in it. The Cheshire. The insidious tormentor of the Warden, the killer of killers and perhaps the single worst inmate that currently resided in Wonderland. She was dangerous and unpredictable at the best of times. At the worst of times, no one knew but Alice.

"One o' Clock" Cheshire sighed in the darkness "Who will it be today? Hookie? No. Nurse Tentacles? No. Grimm? Ooooohh, Yes yes yes. Grimmmmmmmmmm" Red eyes opened in the dark room, visible as if they were glowing. A deep guttural growl rumbled in the darkness.

"Alicccccce......" Cheshire hissed from the darkness "You can't keep me locked down here forever. I will be free soon enough and when I am" There was a slurping sound from the darkness "I'm all a quiver in anticipation"

The Cheshire was sadistic, thriving off of inflicting agony and torment. Capable of showing a person their worst nightmare and consume them with it. She was not natural, not a being that came from outside of the walls. Only Alice's fractured past could tell the true story of The Cheshire and that wasn't going to happen any time soon. Not with Alice constantly sending others to deal with her dirty laundry. It wouldn't be long, however. Soon she would be free to roam the halls again and this time.........

"No one will be safe, I'll bite all of their yummy heads off and drink their insides, Blood! Blood! Blood!!! AHHHHH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! "She laughed insanely from behind her dark cell door. It was the norm for people to hear her shouts as they made their way down the hall with only one occupant on the basement floor.

"Griiiiiiiimmmmm.......... Oh Griiiiiiiiimmm!" She called from he cell, knowing he was soon coming "How's you little brother Grimm?" He voice was filled with nightmarish malice, a terrible tone indeed, one that could send a chill down the most hardened person's spine. Even Jafar didn't dare tousle with The Cheshire for too long. He described her once as a Nightmare fueled abomination and suggested she be moved to the very cell she is in now after her last attack. An attack that left a former inmate in fourteen different, devoured pieces.

For no apparent reason, since LaMontaigne's arrival at the institution, The Cheshire had become Cannibalistic and began taking bites out of her fellow inmates. Before she was locked in the cell she is now, she had killed and eaten four inmates. Her last attempt on Alice, left Cheshire with a delicious new scar across her face and the Warden with several deep bite marks.

'C'mon Grimm, open the door so I can see how delicious you are!"

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Character Portrait: Dr. Cassius LaMontaigne Character Portrait: The Cheshire Character Portrait: Dr. Jacob Grimm
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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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Character Portrait: The Cheshire Character Portrait: Dr. Jacob Grimm
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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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Character Portrait: The Cheshire Character Portrait: Dr. Jacob Grimm
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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: Dr. Cassius LaMontaigne Character Portrait: The Cheshire Character Portrait: Jafar
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La Montaigne walked swiftly down the corridors of the Asylum toward his office. "Banning has provided a convenient window of opportunity, in which you, my friend, prove to be my greatest asset" He spoke as if someone was right next to him.

"And what exactly is it you hope to achieve, Cassius? Already your list of allies grows thin here" Came Jafar's voice as he suddenly stepped from some shadows to walk next to LaMontaigne "The Cheshire is not something you should be taking lightly, nor is the Warden for that matter. What kind of effect do you think years of abuse at the hands of that creature has created in a woman like Alice Liddle? "He questioned from behind his porcelain mask.

"An effect, I can assure you, will be fully realized and harnessed before my work is done my two-faced friend" LaMontaigne retorted sharply "I am here to change the world with my research,sir. And the thing that torments the Warden, is the subject I've been looking for" He said coming to a stop in the hallway he was walking down.

Jafar gave an amused chuckle from behind his mask "I see, you plan to set The Cheshire free? The Warden would kill you before you gave it another thought. In my professional opinion, one cannot predict what will happen once it is free. I would caution you against it but....."

"Don't misunderstand me, sir. I am fully aware of the forces at play, I am not some fool. What would I have to gain from releasing The Cheshire? You presume too much. " LaMontaigne snapped at Jafar. The old sorcerer was arrogant, and presumptuous. But his loyalties were as unpredictable as the inmate they spoke of.

"Then what is it you seem to think I can help you with?" Jafar asked in and amused tone. The Young Doctor was ambitious, and intelligent, but reckless and impatient. He couldn't help but to wonder where the choices would take them. If he truly knew what lay beyond the veil.

"The Warden is teetering on a psychotic break. I need to.....stress that fact. " LaMontaigne said lowering his voice.

"I'm Listening" Jafar mused.

"I need The Cheshire to take these" LaMontaigne said holding out three green and yellow pills to Jafar.

Jafar took the pills and held on up to the eye of his mask "May I ask what it is?"

"It's a compliment to the sedatives she takes already. give it to her in this" LaMontaigne whispered producing a small bag with some flesh colored meat in it. "It's covered in Alice's pheromones"

"Pheromones? "

"You'd be surprised what you can refine things from, Ami"

Jafar laughed audibly and shook his head, taking the bag and walking away from LaMontaigne . "These will be interesting times indeed." He chuckled and made his way to where Peter was attempting his 'Rescue'

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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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#, as written by Rulke

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