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Ruby Ophelia Heart

"Welcome to my Tea Party."

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a character in “Wonderland - Battle of the Deck”, as played by Dead

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Ruby Ophelia Heart

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{ "Welcome to my Tea Party." }


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Just the little things.

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{{Name}}
Ruby Ophelia Heart

{{Gender}}
Female, obviously.

{{Age}}
19 Years Old.

{{Sexuality}}
Woman or man, it doesn't matter.

{{Species}}
Human.

{{Ablities}}
She is able to turn people into inanimate things. Her favorite transformation is dolls.

{{Faction}}
The Kingdom of Hearts.

{{Status}}
Currently Single.



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What does my reflection show?

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{{Appearance}}

Ruby stands at about 5 feet and 5 inches, an average height for someone of her age and most other female humans living in Wonderland. She has a curvaceous and voluptuousness body build, with long limbs and a slender waist with her curved sides and busty like chest. Her legs and thighs are fleshy, along with the rest of her body as she is soft with her fair, pale ivory skin and her rear is plush and heart shaped, not that anyone usually sees it anyway. Ruby's hair is thick and long, with a wavy start and ends with thick and softer looking curls as the color is stained a blood red color that gleams with strands of gold when hit by light at different angles inside a room; and she also often adorns her hair with gold or silver chains, along with her magnificent crown that took three weeks to make for her. Her eyebrows are also painted with dark red over them, shaped and waxed perfectly to match her petite facial structure. Her eyes are the color of rubies themselves, that also gleam with gold specks across the iris.

As for her makeup, Ruby is known for giving such grand makeovers to her guests when they come to visit, either at her enchanting kingdom or her legendary tea parties she throws where the Hatter used to reside. Her makeup ranges from blacks and reds, golds, black, and grays on her own face as she gives many different guests a highlight of interesting rainbows on their lips. Her eyes are always covered in some type of eye shadow with long, curled eyelashes and eyeliner staining her lower lid. She often has red and black lipstick on in different combinations, and her nails are long and she paints many different designs on them weekly. She enjoys drawing little hearts and other symbols near her eyes or on her cheeks, and putting little red or black gems there as well. Her fashion consists of red, gold, black, and white since those are her kingdom colors and the dresses are usually elegant yet stylish, with fancy skirts of lace, silk, and other fabrics; and corsets with different and creative designs up the fronts and backs, and every outfit she wears has hearts somewhere on it. Shoes are usually black and high heeled or sometimes regular black boots for when she takes walks outside; but all in all, her unique fashion sense and her beauty cause her to be an icon to a large part of the West side in Wonderland. She takes pride in her outfits and her fashion sense, and loves flaunting new fashion ideas off.

But, Ruby also has her flaws. Underneath her clothes, she hides deep welts and scars that line her back from abuse when she was younger. She has scars all along her upper and lower back, along her spine and shoulder blades from her mother's intense jealousy and anger. But, even when she wears more revealing clothes, she has thick white powder to cover them up so people cannot see. These are the only things that Ruby is really ashamed of.


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Look a little deeper.

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{{Personality/Traits}}

Some say Ruby has personality disorder, but she doesn't... she is just emotional and sensitive. But the first thing people seem to notice about Ruby's personality is her ability to be bubbly and almost child like, so courteous and sweet to her guests even though she is slightly insane in the head. She has an optimistic view of things, despite being abused as a child by her mother for not having a large head. Ruby is very fond of attending parties, usually more elegant tea parties that turn into wild, festive nights she usually gets lectured for by those around her. But, she has a dark side to her as well. Due to the many always hidden deep scars on her back and the torment/neglect she was faced with growing up, she tends to have sensitive reactions and small triggers that can either unleash a violent, stubborn temper or a wave of deep depression that has led her to go insane with suicidal thoughts before. She is quite intelligent, and can be quite charming at most times and gives off an innocent but odd vibe to people around her that aren't used to her presence. She is most happy when she is hosting one of her tea parties, where she gives makeovers and presents dozens of teas and types of deserts which are her favorite thing to eat; you will never catch her without a lollipop or a cookie in her dress, and yet, she manages to keep her body in shape thanks to a type of rare tea she purchases off Desmond the Merchant. Her metal state is that of a child, suppressing the awful things that she endured and forcing herself to re live a child hood she never had, but wants.

Ruby can often make good arguments, or persuade people to agree with her. Despite her sometimes revealing outfits, Ruby is also actually a very innocent being. She has never been kissed by a man, and has even been barely touched by a man and the idea of marriage either startles her into silence or into a stubborn fit of rage. Sometimes, her reactions to things can be quite immature, but she has been growing and learning to control some of her outbursts with the help of her advisers who favor her over her outcasted mother. But it's not like the idea of finding someone or having a heated experience isn't appealing, but she still is in that child like state of mind which distracts her from everything constantly.

Let's not forget Ruby's unique ability. Since her mother was constantly jealous of Ruby's lovely turn out, she did on occasion, try to kill her. At one point, she had Ruby ingest Jabberwocky venom, which nearly killed her but by a miracle ended up fusing with her blood and anatomy. Now, at whim, she can let venom loose from her bloodstream and mix it into whatever she pleases. With the right chemistry and magic, she is able to turn anyone into anything she wishes. With her traumatized childhood, Ruby prefers to make people into dolls sh can constantly play with and keep forever. But if someone is to ingest her blood pure, they will die shortly after. She can be quite greedy with toys and other items since she was so deprived during her childhood, and sometimes when her uneasy mind sways too far over the edge, she has the instant reaction to use a special type of tea she made herself to turn some of her tea party guests into dolls. Of course, all guests are warned of this before they come, but it has never stopped many from across Wonderland to venture into her little domain. Her dolls are alive, some are frozen so they can't move and others she keeps locked in doll houses to live life like that so she can watch and use them herself.


{{Likes}}

♥ Sweets - She especially adores candy and baked treats. ♥ Toys- She loves to play with toys; the child in her gets so excited. ♥ Music- Music is part of her soul, she enjoys dancing. ♥ Tea Parties- The funnest party to throw for Ruby. ♥ Cold Weather- The cold weather keeps her cool and pale.
♥ Makeup- Makeovers are inevitable when staying with Ruby. ♥ Animals- She could never kill one. She loves them too much. ♥ Red and Gold- Her theme/kingdom colors. ♥Roses- She adores the smell and the look, they cover her kingdom.♥Dancing- She is one amazing dancer, and in almost any style.

{{Dislikes}}

♥ Sharp Objects- Being abused has left her terriied of sharp objects. ♥ Insects- She hates the feeling of them crawling on her. ♥ Whips- Another tool used to abuse her. ♥ Thunder- It frightens her. She dealt with thunderstorms alone as a child. ♥ Dark Spaces- She was often trapped alone in a room. ♥ Corpses- Her mother left corpses in her room to frighten her. ♥ Bad Odors- Her nose is quite sensitive; she throws up easily. ♥ Daisies- They are too common for her.

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My many chapters.

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{{History}}

When Ruby was born, Iracebeth was hoping for a hideous child that would make her look beautiful. Instead, she got the perfect baby that made her look even more disgusting then she was. Jealousy overtook her, and from the moment Ruby was born, Iracebeth had grown to dislike her daughter because of her normal sized head. So, she had Ruby locked away in the darkest part of the castle with a maid to look after her. Of course, Iracebeth didn't give Ruby much except broken dolls, old tea and the taste of bland breads or hot peppers. As Ruby grew, Iracebeth took her anger out by physicially beating Ruby's back and the backs of her legs with knives or whips, and often had the Knave of Hearts assist her in this hideous task. The more scars Ruby received from her mother and the knave, the more Iracebeth smiled until she realized that Ruby was still beautiful even with blood and welts staining her skin. She would often kick Ruby's head in while she was asleep, causing some brain damage that leads to Ruby's current mental disabilities. (Aka, why she is half insane.)

But as Ruby grew older, Iracebeth started to leave her alone more. Even so, Ruby continued to remain in the dark of the room for nights on end with only an old maid to keep her company. Of course, the maid grew a bond with the young Princess of Hearts, and took care of her as best she could. One night, when Ruby turned 13, the maid brought in a brand new doll colored in red and black with beautiful white hair and Ruby fell in love with it. She ended up painting the doll's hair red and sleeping with it every night, hiding it whenever her vicious mother came to look in on her. Her mother would torture her with scares by dropping some of her victim's heads in on the girl's bed, which forced Ruby to awake to a horrible smell and the sight of dead eyes and an open mouth staring at her by the candle light in her room.

When Iracebeth was finally disposed of by the White Queen, Ruby remained in hiding, even after her mother's fate... only a few years later did she emerge and slowly started to meet the people who had been living in the same castle with her all that time. Her comfort around people was never completely right, and now, Ruby's mission is to become the queen of hearts without marriage... or competition. She always has been ridiculed for being Iracebeth's daughter, and some people in Wonderland think that Ruby will be just as awful as her. But Ruby is determined to show them that she can be a much better queen then Iracebeth ever was.

(Will add more detail soon.)

So begins...

Ruby Ophelia Heart's Story

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Character Portrait: Gray Spades Character Portrait: Prudentius Diamond Character Portrait: Ruby Ophelia Heart Character Portrait: De'Laire Slayer Character Portrait: Thackery Earwickett Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter Character Portrait: Atcha aux Clubs

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Jack of Hearts

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Jack stepped out of the carriage after Ruby. He was wearing a black suit with gold lining. His coattails came down to the backs of his knees, and his ruby red vest had a white rose adorning the pocket. His white undershirt was buttoned up all the way, a black tie with gold hearts down its length around his neck. The lapel of his suit jacket was lined with red hearts. His shoes were a glossy black, small gold hearts rimming them just above the soles. He watched Ruby as she shuffled away, her petticoat swaying behind her, heels clicking softly on the white brick pathway. Jack ambled on behind her, knowing he probably wouldn't be able to catch up to her as she whisked herself from table to table. He saw her daintily pick up a cup of what he assumed was raspberry tea, as it was her absolute favourite. He made his own way to one of the drink tables and quietly poured himself a cup of peach tea, his favourite, after removing his white gloves and stashing them in his coat pocket, the fingers hanging out. He held the sugar-glass cup delicately between his fingers and thumb, the handle easily breakable.

He watched as Ruby walked towards the dance floor. Many of the guests were dancing, and he knew that Ruby would want to dance at some point during the party. He stepped up beside her at the dance floor, carefully nibbling at his tea cup. He watched with her as the guests danced to the splendidly selected music. When he finished eating his tea cup, Jack returned his gloves to his hands and turned to Ruby. "Would you care to dance, my fair Ruby?" he inquired, his voice velvety and soft, his right hand held out toward her and his left arm folded behind his back as a courtesy.

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Character Portrait: Gray Spades Character Portrait: Prudentius Diamond Character Portrait: Ruby Ophelia Heart Character Portrait: Thackery Earwickett Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter Character Portrait: Atcha aux Clubs

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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.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gray Spades Character Portrait: Prudentius Diamond Character Portrait: Ruby Ophelia Heart Character Portrait: De'Laire Slayer Character Portrait: Thackery Earwickett Character Portrait: Jack of Hearts Character Portrait: Lucien Agares Character Portrait: Atcha aux Clubs

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Image Gray was never one for parts, especially ones that involved lots of people, people being well everyone. The most he ever does at parties, is just stand there bored out of his mind, hoping it will get over with. There was very little people he could ever find himself having a mild decent conversation with and that wasn't his choice to speak to them first. Yet still, he would accept those little people. This event was different though, everyone was expected to come, meaning he would have to look his very best at all times.

Parting some of his hair up with silver dragon chopsticks in his hair. He had completed it with a black and silver hanfu. This was something he always wore, but in the colors of mostly blues or blacks, sometimes red, it all depended on his mood or occasion. This was a party, the black held background as for the silver either held power or elegance, it wasn't too flashy. Of course this went along with his black and silver geta's. Sure this might seem odd to you, it may seem odd to most people, but in his land, the land of Tea in Wonderland, it was tradition to dress in old japanese styles.

It wasn't long before he was reminded that he had to attend the party. He would be arriving there by carriage, it's not like he chose this, if he could get away with it, he'd walk instead, but it was a far walk and in the process of trying to walk through wonderland, one might get lost and end up somewhere they wish not to be or wish to be, depended on which path you took. When the carriage had stopped, Gray took a look out the window of it behind the thick black curtains. Earlier that day he had told his Adviser to meet him at the party and not come with him, something inside him told him that it was probably a bad idea.

Without a word the driver helped the Prince out of the carriage and drove off once he was a good feet away. Valentine, was one person he was looking forward to meeting. He had never met the guy in person before and was told many things about him from the Cheshire Cat. What he had told him spiked his interest. Valentine was a Trader of Goods of all kinds, he was also a man who had live longer than any lives that had been given to him. The picture he had in his mind was of an older man, maybe holding a cane or have a white beard that dropped to the floor, who knows. But there was something else that spiked him even more. Valentine was special and the one who knew more about this was Diamonds himself. Supposable Valentine had been working with him for a very long time and suddenly quit?

Pulling himself away from his thoughts, he had made it custom that he'd try the tea at the part, to see if it was fit enough to satisfy the people. If it tasted bad, that looked bad on him and his land. Without a word or glace to anyone, he made his way slowly over to the table that held all the foods and drinks, he kept his attention down onto the ground, making it seem as if he was walking around with his eyes closed and his face proud. Some would say almost too proud, others might say he was like a dragon, beautiful and mighty, one would only dare to stab it. Contact with someone wasn't a bad thing, but he wasn't really in the mood for conversation with anyone.

Taking a cup of the tea, he moved his way over to a spot where less of the crowd was, this time he closed his eyes and stood there, sipping his tea in a polite manner. From the spot he stood, he could hear almost everyone speaking. A few lady spoke about clothing, some people spoke about the royals and how exciting it would be to see them. A few gawked over Prince Gray, especially once he walked into the area, all eyes was on him. As if he was some kind of fancy art piece that was about to fall down and shatter to pieces. They always stared at the Royals like that. As if they was something special to be stared at. Well ok, they are, but that isn't what the point was about.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gray Spades Character Portrait: Prudentius Diamond Character Portrait: Ruby Ophelia Heart Character Portrait: De'Laire Slayer Character Portrait: Thackery Earwickett Character Portrait: Jack of Hearts Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter Character Portrait: Atcha aux Clubs

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Hatter arrived at the party just on time, as himself. He was wearing his signature black hat adorned with its goggles, and he was in a bright white suit. His coattails dragged on the ground behind him as he walked, and his black coat vest along with his white shirt were buttoned all the way to their tops. His bow tie was large and had an array of colours, almost looking as though paint had been splattered all over a clean white bow tie. It had been white when Hatter bought it, but he found it boring that way and spruced it up. He had on black gloves and black shoes. Besides his bow tie, his outfit was very plain, seeming a bit off for something the Hatter would normally wear.

He sighed deeply before entering the party. He noticed Thackery awkwardly sipping a cup of tea by himself at the edge of the gathering. He stepped over to the hare, nudging him in the arm softly. "Not your cup of tea?" the Hatter asked, bursting into a fit of laughter over his clever words. He stepped over to the tea table to pour himself a cup of tea. He stared at all of the choices, unsure as to which he should choose. He finally settled on pouring himself a cup of peppermint tea. He returned to Thackery, sipping his tea and laughing at the delightful taste as it hit his tongue. Though it wasn't quite perfect, it still tasted nice, apparently more so than Thackery's Earl Grey. He put his right elbow on Thackery's left shoulder, leaning on him slightly. "How's the party, Thacky?" the Hatter inquired, giggling quietly into his tea cup. His eyes danced around on all of the people at the party, feeling glad that he'd been invited.

Something ticked at the back of Hatter's mind however. Who was this "T.D" that had put this gathering together? Hatter rattled his brain for anyone he knew with the initials of T.D., but all he could come up with was the fact that he desired cake and more tea. He walked over to the dessert table, his steps more like little hops than steps. He poured over all of the desserts, trying to decide which he might like to try. His eyes flicked from one dessert to another, all of them looking deliciously scrumptious. His eyes stopped on a piece of lucius-looking angel food cake. He plucked it from the table, carrying it in his left hand. He moved to the tea table, refilling his tea cup with more peppermint tea, and he wondered if the tea and cake would go nicely together.

He propped himself next to Thackery once again. He sipped at his tea and took bites of his cake, delightfully surprised when he found that they happened to taste quite appealingly wonderful together. "Thacky! It's amazing!" Hatter exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement. "You've got to try the peppermint tea and angel food cake together! It's complexly magnificent!" His eyes stared at the cake and tea in amazement, his mind unable to waver from thinking about how pleasant they tasted together.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gray Spades Character Portrait: Prudentius Diamond Character Portrait: Ruby Ophelia Heart Character Portrait: De'Laire Slayer Character Portrait: Thackery Earwickett Character Portrait: Jack of Hearts Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter Character Portrait: Atcha aux Clubs

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Wendy was bouncing up and down in her carriage, almost certain she would be late. Three O'clock! Three O'clock! she thought to herself, hoping the repetition would help her arrive on time. She looked at the time on her Clock Stave, which read Four O'clock. She knew that it wasn't right, but she couldn't help wondering if it was. She pursed him lips and furrowed her eyebrows, angry at her Clock Stave and wishing that it would just tell the right damn time. She was constantly being inconvenienced by her perpetual tardiness, hoping that one day she'd be able to arrive on time somewhere.

As her carriage pulled up, she glanced out the window, and it looked like almost everyone was already there, if not everyone. Once her carriage came to a stop, she stepped out and brushed herself off. She was wearing a plaid suit with a white button up shirt and a black tie. She was wearing black, heeled boots and her signature goggles were on top of her head. She didn't bother with hiding her ears, as she didn't feel the need to, knowing that she probably wasn't the only parahuman at the party. Though as she looked around, she didn't notice any right off the bat. She felt somewhat awkward and underdressed for such an elaborate party. She saw a waiter walking by her as she entered and stopped him. "Excuse me, but could I trouble you for the time?" she asked awkwardly, smiling and wishing she miraculously wasn't late. "3:15 PM, ma'am." Wendy slumped slightly. LATE AGAIN! she fumed inwardly.

Feeling out of place and ashamed at being late once again, she ducked her head slightly and made her way to the tea table, scrunching up her nose in disgust as she passed the sweets. She looked over all of the different teas, trying to determine which she should try first. She smelled the air, but all of the different tea smells were mixing together, making it impossible for her to smell each individually. She closed her eyes and moved her hand around above the teapots, and taking her index finger, she planted it down randomly onto a pot. Lemongrass and honey tea. She smiled to herself and poured her cup of tea. She moved to the edge of the party closest to the entrance, staying out of the way and out of sight, she hoped. She gently sipped at her tea, the taste delectable on her sensitive tongue. The smell of her tea was rich and warm now that she was away from the other teas. She inhaled the sweet scent and sighed contently, happy to sip her tea in silence and solitude.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gray Spades Character Portrait: Prudentius Diamond Character Portrait: Ruby Ophelia Heart Character Portrait: Cordelia Bellamont Character Portrait: Akuma Kei Character Portrait: Thackery Earwickett Character Portrait: Phaedra Brehon Character Portrait: Jack of Hearts Character Portrait: Lucien Agares Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter Character Portrait: Atcha aux Clubs Character Portrait: Wendy Lapin Character Portrait: Evangeline Pip

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chapter i - treacherous rendezvous
center of wonderland


He found the center of Wonderland in a myriad of colors, flora blossomed in their sweetness and extending gangly vine arms, twisting, coiling around columns of refined marble, their leaves the most vibrant greens and toxic berries redder than the life blood pushing through needle veins. Princes and Princesses in the center of it all, the beating heart of Wonderland, and his eyes flickered, scoured the crowed tessellated in lurid colors, to the soldiers of chess and hatters swilling on honeyed teas, woman of leather textile wings and rabbit ears twitching at the murmur of hollow wind chimes. How very alive were they; guests of supple skin caressed by starshine, glistened by their vigor and mirth that composed the ambiance, and thus the occasion was a jovial one of peace, their minds bleached and liberated from paranoia that plagued common-folk and highborns alike.

He'd laugh too, the threads of his vocal cords melted and initiating their own tiny spasms at jokes told, the antics of jesters and a four handed woman who juggled apples, oranges, and a porcelain doll head skewed by the craftsman's penchant against the previous Bloody (Red) Queen. Charming creatures hailing from the West to the East, those that burrowed emerging from tunnels and washing grime from hair thinner than sheer fabric as avian singers perched on crystallized wires, and his lips remained upturned, pulled into cheeks pigmented a diluted moonstone, his pale skin mimicking the living, mouth grinning, talking, eyes reflecting streams of illumination that had been filtered through ice statues and the prisms of their angles. They existed marvelously, and his pupils oscillated between those imbibing on saccharine rose wines and the wallflowers murmuring gossip disguised as poetry into the ears of anyone that would sacrifice to them time.

However, it was the dead who possessed eternity in their caskets, be them made of wood, ivory, water, the living were predestined to wither with the years and decompose once their tenuous hearts ceased beating. A celebration of ephemeral characters simply could not transcend the boundaries of clocks, and ruled were they by mechanical ticking, waiting for the bells to ring and for the flesh to rot. Hymns of everlasting bliss were plucked from harps sealed in liquid gold, lemon cakes were served with miniature cherry blossoms resting upon the sugar dusted surfaces and his fingers turned, delicate motions twirling his parasol of teardrop lace and the snowflake's fractal elegance. He strapped not a rapier to his side because he was no fool, understood the meaning of being openly armed at a place purged of violence, and yes, he was certainly not a fool, no one would see the blade concealed within the handle of his parasol.

Memories of nothing, their minds were fated to drown in silence whilst he collected photographs which would never fade. Noir cravat tight around his throat and dress shirt he chuckled at a fable told by a stilt walker, a tale of witches that cursed pretty maidens to a life as insipid as their thoughts - and that's how butterflies came to be, he explained in a voice weaved with old, false magic. The man gifted the Prince a monarch enclosed in a jar and her wings fluttered alongside glass dented and molded into pellucid roses, and the mannerisms of these people were queer but endearing. He almost regretted not visiting these lands sooner, and Prudence's eyes waned into crescents, humor discovered in the notches of the celebration, enemies parodying friendship and admirers finding themselves bold in the afternoon's zeal. The beauty sustained here was divine, but the warmth in the heart of Wonderland was an unsavory antagonist, not quite a foe because with a breeze gentle and bounteous any fear for his wellbeing disappearing in languid whispers of wind.

Underneath the shade he stayed, donning the glacier glory of The North in attire white and silver, silk gloves devoid of color sheathing his hands and therefore when holding the winged insect’s transparent prison hoarfrost did not creep along the surface and only mere condensation spread, moisture congregating across the contours traced by skeletal thumbs. “Such a curious, feeble creature - why must you endure peril? How can torment be disregarded by any ignorance, or does purity make you naïve, little one?” He questions the limited sentience in hushed words, brothers to snowfall which made no noise in the night. The syllables born from his larynx were synonymous with instruments for dainty hands, a quiet aria striving for no vengeance and his voice is as ceramic and deceptive as the cold always has been.

“Perhaps you will live longer in Evangeline’s hands.” The woman’s presence was momentarily absent, removed from his line of vision when whisked away by all that he had not seen before, never had ventured beyond the North, but as small as she was he’d find her again, preferably sooner than later, lest the butterfly freeze and die like mortals so easily do. Still, he mused the possibility all the same, shards of light swallowed by his irises blacker than licorice, thanking the stranger who so kindly recognized the Prince of Diamonds, as very few could.

His palm cradled the container against his chest, attention wandering from the departing storyteller to the procession of attendees arriving in pairs and groups, very few alone as they entered the garden and even less isolated in a space where merriment sparked a labyrinth of infectious joy throughout the air they breathed. Lightning storms in his lungs his grasp on the parasol relaxed, became tenacious again, and he had traveled from a palace of winter not for frivolous socialization but rather - and his pupils twitched, jerking to a woman with a child’s marble eyes (hair red like candied apples) to her companion in the nimious waltz, and vision shifted again to a man with dragons tied into his long locks of dusk indulging in what was presumably tea - well, the corners of his lips quirked, thoughts severed, rearranging.

Prudentius meandered, his legs taking leisurely strides, walking through the crowd in an endeavor of abandonment, wind jostling the tails of his formal uniform, raiment tailored to the traditional style of the Diamond’s Kingdom imperial era. Folded collars, cuffs, fastened buttons of gray spinel and silver thread embroidered into images of Northern stags, his white trousers were much less elaborate, leather boots hardly denting the grass, which was astonishingly resilient, nothing at all like the snow. “In this age a Jabberwock is branded a marvel, my lady.” He reflects in the same tender tone, emerging from the warren of guests and their wispy faces of diaphanous paint, offering a smile to the woman of dark hair and grim visage, then to the albino hare quietly ingesting tea, nodding to her with a sign of respect.

“Notwithstanding the balance,and incongruous to our surroundings, I did see this young Jabberwock depart from company, drawn in by the carousal's rear end.” Lips curled, benevolence masked a story of musing. An individual's network of senses was their greatest asset when conjoined to neuro-pulsations, and he spoke of the woman caught in his gem of eyes, ensnared by observance, just as presently his attention drifted from the hybrid to who so curiously sought out a creature made sparse in Wonderland, so scarce that if incorrect of theory then the reality would be paradoxical. After all, legends and stories do spread as wildfire. “Would I be mistaken to think you are Princess Clubs?” Prudence asked, suspicion strong yet spoken tentatively, head tilting but centimeters to the left and the parasol spun, the butterfly fluttered her wings, and people sang their lighthearted songs all around them, dancing without a single nightmare within their empty skulls.

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Character Portrait: Gray Spades Character Portrait: Prudentius Diamond Character Portrait: Valentine Vitriol Character Portrait: Ruby Ophelia Heart Character Portrait: Akuma Kei Character Portrait: Thackery Earwickett Character Portrait: Jack of Hearts Character Portrait: Lucien Agares Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter Character Portrait: Atcha aux Clubs Character Portrait: Wendy Lapin Character Portrait: Evangeline Pip

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=flashback=
"How cruel of you Vitriol. coming and going just as you please. Why can't you just stick to one spot? It'll make things so much easier on the rest of us." A woman with a huge sun hat on and a victorian blue dressed covered in white ribbon, had walked in placing her items onto Valentine's counter.

His serene self put her things into a nicely gifted box. Tying it with ribbon he chuckled softly at her choosing of desire of words. it flowed freely out of her mouth, you could tell she was both angered and unsatisfied.

"As I say to all of my customers, my dear lady. 'If you find this place it is meant to be.' It means that whatever it is you desire or wish to trade is true enough, you will luck out and seek what you need. But if your desires are falls and your trades are not true enough, you will fail in seeking this place." His smile was light as he handed her the box while she traded it for a silver charm made of pure silver that was in shape of a locket.

"Well, whatever. Oh and one more thing. There is a party going on. It's location is in the Center Gardens of Wonderland at 3pm." With that she left. All that was left was the sounds of her shoes walking down the graveled walkway and into her carriage.

Once she was in the clear, he let out a short huff of a sigh. Closing his eyes as he locked away the charm that he made the trade for. Out of no where the air about him started to shift, he could feel the strong powers of magic floating about the room. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked over to the side.

"You can't do it Cat, stop trying. Can't you use the door just like everyone else that comes for a visit?' He smirked turning around, leaning himself against the shelf behind the counter, to see his unwelcomed guest.

"Heh heh heh, someone as mad as myself, can not become like everyone else." Slowly the Cheshire Cat made himself known in the room. First his eyes and smile had shown, than his head and slowly his body. He chose to come in cat form today.

"Yes yes, you are mad, but use the door." Turning around he took off his gloves and switched the open sign to closed.

"Going to the party I see. This should be one night that everyone will always remember, unless they are mad, in which every night is worth remembering." The Cheshire hissed his chuckles. The pun was intended to make one laugh, but not to Vale.

"Maybe you should go, cat." Walking up to his room he got a change of clothes suited for the Party. It was a simple outfit with a few ruffles here and there.

"Don't worry, I am there even when I am not. I wont miss a thing." Vanishing he left behind the echos of his hissing chuckling.
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There he stood near the entrance of this mysterious party. Who could have started something such as this and not explain why? But who wasn't the biggest problem that stood about, the more of the question, was why, why invite all of these people? there was bound to be no good about. He shook his head as he thought.

His thinking was cut short, a familiar smell to him came about to him, once a lady had passed by leaving the party before anything was to happen. She had probably just got there and already drunk off of tea. "Shameful thing" He chuckled to himself. "Now now, what is my precious master doing here, I wonder? Was all the royals invited? This makes things all the more interesting..."

Now having a spark of interest in his eyes he slowly made his way into the garden, enjoying each step as he got in, taking his time to look about the area. It was fairly decorated, it had teas and foods of all sorts, something for everyones liking. Many people were dressed up, but one could tell no one knew what to dress up for, they just wore their best outfits. The sounds of whispers and loud talking flooded the Center Garden of Wonderland. It was bigger than it had looked and everyone here made it seem even bigger.

As he looked around his eyes noticed a few familiar people. The royals of course, but one in particular caught his eyes. Diamond, his old master for now and ever. The one he would always be faithful to. Politely he kept his distance, he was in a conversation. "It would be rude if I shown my face now." He thought as he walked over to the shadows, keeping an eye on the party. If anything was to happen, he kept the Prince in his view.

"Vitriol, I see that you did take my invite, I am glad." The woman from before smiled walking up to him, offering her hand in his direction.

With a gentle nod to his head he bent down and kissed the knuckle of her hand. "Of course, my lady, after all you did take the time to seek me out. I should at least, pleasure you with this." His smirk like smile made her blush instantly, even her eyes seemed a little surprised.

Clearing her voice he yanked back her hand and started to fan herself with her hand fan that was designed out of peacock feathers. It matched well with her blue and green gown, but for the occasion it was a bit too much.

"my lady, do you know whom and what this party is about?" Placing his hand on his walking stick he glanced around them at the sea of people.

"Uhm, I wouldn't know, I didn't think much of it. Someone by the initials of T.D sent out the letters to everyone here." His question did not faze her time of fun. She had waved him off as she walked over to her crowd of friends, leaving him in his thoughts.

"T.D, huh...?" He question the situation even greater than before. Only this time he slowly looked over each person, not trying to miss even one of them. Maybe there was a thing or two out of place and a few people to question, but in order to know what is going on, one must stay to find out. So that is what he did.

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Character Portrait: Ruby Ophelia Heart Character Portrait: Wendy Lapin

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As Jack and Ruby began to dance, he couldn't help but notice her red curls bouncing daintily. Her dress swayed as they did and her smile melted him. To Jack, Ruby was the essence of perfection, whether others thought so or not. He twirled her around, watching her dress flay out around her, her heels clacking softly on the dance floor. "You're not childish to me. You're different, and I think it's beautiful. It makes you who you are. I wouldn't change a thing about you," he said, smiling at Ruby before spinning her again. His eyes watched every inch of her sway with grace. She was a beautiful dancer, and a beautiful partner.

Jack had lost himself in dancing with Ruby when he heard a loud scream. He stopped Ruby and pulled her close, looking around, searching for the source. "Stay close to me, Ruby," he warned, his voice stern. He took her by the hand, making sure she stayed right by his side as he walked swiftly toward the source of the scream. When they reached the center of the garden, he could see what the commotion was about. He pulled Ruby's face into his shoulder gently and held it there. "Don't look. You won't like it...." he said, staring at the lifeless body of a girl hanging from a tree, a ghastly centerpiece for what had seemed like such a splendid party.

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Character Portrait: Gray Spades Character Portrait: Ruby Ophelia Heart Character Portrait: Akuma Kei Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter Character Portrait: Nemaren Spadille

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Nemaren didn't turn up to the party until quite late, and even then, she spent a good quarter of an hour in the gardens.

The flowers were very bright and gaudy for her taste, and she often scrunched up her nose in pure distaste as some of the brighter flowers caught the corners of her eyes. She scowled at a group of pretty yellow and pink roses before continuing on her journey. As she continued to walk, a beautiful white rose caught her attention, and Nemaren smiled. With elegant fingers she plucked the rose from it's stem, and pricked her left index finger on a thorn. A red drop of blood formed and dripped onto the hem of her own dress, at which she made a noise with her teeth in disgust. Blood dripped onto the petals of the white flower, and turned it's pure white petals into a dappled red. She dropped the flower from her fingers, and walked away, back to the party, leaving the flower to lay and rot.

As she made her way back, she realized that a lot of others were also late. More and more brightly coloured dresses and suits had appeared, including who she recognized as the Hatter, and Ruby Hearts. She made her way over to the tea table, blood still running down her fingertip, and delicately picked up a teacup and saucer. Tea made in the Kingdom of Spades was the best, and Nemaren hoped, for the Prince's sake, that the tea was to it's usual, excellent standard.

She was sipping at her tea when she saw the Prince. She was trying to stay away, to not draw attention to him. She could already see that they were admiring him, even if it was from afar. Something twisted inside her stomach, something that made her want to go over, but she stopped herself. She couldn't let herself bring more attention to him. She stood around, sipping at the tea, when everything went wrong.

Nemaren didn't notice her at first, but when the screams came, her eyes widened in fear and surprise. A young girl, with a lovely white dress, had a red skull carved into her flesh, which dripped down onto the collar of the pretty white dress. The teacup slipped from her fingers and crashed to the floor, shattering into tiny fragments.

Nemaren hated red.

She retrieved the dagger from her boot and began to push her way towards the Prince, on the opposite side of the crowd, at first not so slowly, but then more hastily. The surge of women in dresses and frightened men, trying to get away, was crushing, and Nemaren struggled to fight her way through. The sight made her feel quite sick, and it upset her to see the pretty white being overtaken by the red of the girl's blood. But she forgot about that, for now. She had to get to the Prince. She pushed her way through frantically, feeling that it was imperative she got there to help before something happened to him. She had no doubt that he could look after himself, but if he got into trouble, Nemaren would blame herself.

Finally, in what seemed like centuries, Nemaren burst through the crowd and hurried over to the Prince. A fire was now burning, lit by a very handsome man with dark hair. She scowled and sniffed in distaste, before walking over to the Prince. "Are you alright, sir? You're not hurt?" She kept her voice steady and clear, but she let the fear twist inside her stomach. She knew exactly who did this. It was the Dealers. It had to be. Only they would ruin something in such a gory way. The Hatter was shouting, now, for De'Laire, just who she herself had suspected - and Jabberwocky was putting out the fire. "We should leave." She muttered, hiding the dagger she had in the curve of her forearm and the folds of her dress. "Or do something." She looked up and bit her lip slightly.

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Character Portrait: Gray Spades Character Portrait: Ruby Ophelia Heart Character Portrait: Cordelia Bellamont Character Portrait: De'Laire Slayer Character Portrait: Phaedra Brehon Character Portrait: Lucien Agares Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter

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De'laire sat enclosed by trees. His body now exhausted from the work of magic he had just done, he sat to rest and regain some energy before the next step in the plan. Hearing now the fruits of his labour coming to life in the forms of shrieks and shattering tea cups he managed to let go of a little grin, before quickly suppressing it. Resting in his hand was the knife that had carved the young girls face, the traces of blood ran down the blade like veins in the skin. Trickling slowly until they hit the tip, then dropped down all the way to the forest floor, never to be seen again as they soaked into the moist earth.

His patience was beginning to wear thin when Phaedra finally appeared into the small opening. The youngest of the dealers she often seemed the most innocent. Not that De'laire thought it was a bad thing. A wonderful trait to have when trying to be devious. An innocent person is more likely to be accepted as trusting and used. An awful mistake for anyone to make with Phaedra. "That was a pretty little show you put on back there, Very interesting." "I am glad you liked it" he replied, "Now wes must move onto the next part of the plan."

In the distance De'Laire heard someone bemoaning his name. Already playing the blame game? he thought to himself. "Thats fine, but what until you see whats next". In the bushes nearby he heard the voice of the ever arrogant Lucien. And he was causing a commotion. "Bloody fool" he muttered, slowly pushing his body up with his hands. De'Laire did not dislike Lucien. He was a powerful dealer, but sometimes his ego got the better of him. Like now.

When he finally arrived in the clearing De'Laire was furious. He waltzed up to Lucien and pushed his face right up to him. "For fuck sakes Lucien what are you doing out there, you're going to get us all caught. Lighting things on fire and messing with a bloody Jabberwocky, using your magic publicly? You better be damn sure it didn't follow us back here and realise what the hell is going on or I swear you will regret it." Finally calming himself De'Laire stood back and took a deep breath. He was tired enough as it is, getting angry would not be helpful in the situation. Raising his arm to his forehead he wiped the sweat from his skin.

"Where the hell is Cordelia anyway?" he blathered. "Probably off wandering around as usual. Whatever, we don't have time for this, find her later". De'laire walked towards the back of the clearing and pulled away the trees revealing another young girl in a similar white dress. She stood silently, the only visible motion was the slow and steady movement of her chest as she inhaled and exhaled the oxygen in the air that sustained her. "We tried to take Wonderland by force before, it failed. It costs us dearly and here we are years later trying again. Except this time we will do things differently. We cut the head off of the snake last time. This time I want the heart. But to get the heart we have to mess with the mind. Wonderland needs a little bit of paranoia before we can introduce the madness. People already believe I .... we are back. Now we have to make them doubt. Question themselves and stutter in their stride. Make them lose whatever confidence they have. It will take time but we will break Wonderland and force them all to kneel and beg for mercy. We will torment them until they can take no more and then deliver the crushing blow. Then, then we shall take Wonderland, when all of it's leaders are destroying themselves from inside out we shall take Wonderland and rule it for ourselves!" De'laire stopped to take a breather, his enthusiasm only clashing with his fatigue. Once he regained his composure he stood up again and grabbed the young girl by the arm.

"I have wiped this girls memory clean. She doesn't know who she is, where she is or what she is doing. It cost a lot of my energy, an awful lot of energy. Phaedra." He turned to her and pushed the girl into her arms. "Use your manipulative ways and craft a new story for this girl. Give her this knife and make her believe that her goal in life is to kill the Prince of Spades and then set her free to find him. Tell her her name is T.D. I want that snooty bitch of hearts but it would be too obvious. The Prince of Spades has no connection to me. They will think that this girl is just a crazed murderer out to kill a royal. The blame will be shifted but the name De'Laire Slayer will rest in the back of minds. The seed will be planted." Wiping the girls memory had taken more effort than intended. Such magic was among the darkest of all the arts. He walked past the two dealers using their shoulders for support. "Don't mess it up, make it work, make her believable. Lucien I need you to observe everything that happens with the rest of the party. Make some friends, put your looks to work. And make sure Cordelia doesn't do anything silly. I'll be back at the lair, I need my energy back before we do anything more."

Slowly De'laire made his way out of the clearing. "Good Luck, all of this will be ours soon. Patience."

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Character Portrait: Ruby Ophelia Heart Character Portrait: Thackery Earwickett Character Portrait: Jack of Hearts Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter Character Portrait: Wendy Lapin

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Wendy was suddenly knocked aside by Thackery, and she huffed before realizing that Hatter was on the ground. She'd been in a state of shock until Thackery bumped her, so she hadn't noticed everything that'd happened.

"Wendy. Help me get Hatter safe." Thackery said, as he began to lift Hatter.

Wendy stooped down and put Hatter's other arm over her shoulder, helping Thackery lift him. "Wh-Where are we going to take him, Thackery? Where can we go that we know is absolutely safe??" Wendy was trembling slightly, small tears welling up in her bicoloured eyes. She sniffled softly, trying to think. "W-We could take him to my house. It should be safe there. I sure hope it is...." Wendy looked down at the ground, feeling unsure of everything.




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The next thing Hatter knew, he was limp on the ground, brought to his knees by what felt like an electric shock. What? What just shocked me.... Hatter wondered, his mind somewhat groggy and body unable to move. Then he was being picked up by Thackery and Wendy, and Wendy suggested they go to her house, where it should be safe. "Del.... Delalel...." Hatter attempted to speak, but his speech was impaired by the shock. Tears formed in Hatter's eyes and a few of them rolled down his cheeks. Why would someone do this? What's the point? What's the gain? Hatter pondered, a few more tears falling down his numb cheeks.

"Tha..tha-thack...." Hatter said, once again attempting to say something but still unable. Thackery! I know De'Laire is behind this.. He has to be. There's no other explanation. Hatter wanted to scream. He slumped his head as Thackery and Wendy supported his limp body, wondering how it was that no one could see it but him. Am I madder than they say....? he thought to himself, wondering if he was the maddest of them all.





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Jack looked down at Ruby. "Jack, you don't think she's... back do you?" she said, her hands trembling against his chest. He held her head to his shoulder gently yet firmly. "No, she's not back," Jack told Ruby, but he didn't know for sure what was going on. Hatter was raving that De'Laire was behind this, but could he be? Jack put his free arm around Ruby's waist, pulling her closer. Then, Hatter was on his knees and Jack could smell smoke. "Ruby, we have to leave, okay?" he said, gripping her shoulders in his hands, putting his face close to hers. "Do you understand me? Ruby, we have to leave now." He grabbed her small hand tightly and began to lead her toward where they came in. I have to find the carriage. I have to get Ruby to safety. he thought to himself, practically dragging the paranoia-stricken Ruby behind him.

When they finally got to the carriage, he quickly opened the door and lifted Ruby inside, not waiting for her to get in on her own. He climbed in behind her and shut the door. "Take us to the Kingdom of Hearts. Now!" he told the driver, his voice sounding somewhat frantic. Jack had been shaken up by what'd happened, but he knew he had to stay strong. For her. For Ruby.

He looked at Ruby and squeezed her hand. "Ruby. I don't believe that she's back. Even if she is, I won't let anyone ever hurt you again." A small smile formed on his lips but he quickly rid of it, knowing that this wasn't a time to be smiling. All of Wonderland must be in a panic by now.... he thought, hoping that no one else would have to die in order for this madness to come to an end.

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Character Portrait: Gray Spades Character Portrait: Prudentius Diamond Character Portrait: Valentine Vitriol Character Portrait: Ruby Ophelia Heart Character Portrait: Cordelia Bellamont Character Portrait: Akuma Kei Character Portrait: De'Laire Slayer Character Portrait: Thackery Earwickett Character Portrait: Pheadra Brehon Character Portrait: Jack of Hearts Character Portrait: Lucien Agares Character Portrait: Ebony Olivia Clubs Character Portrait: The Mad Hatter Character Portrait: Atcha aux Clubs Character Portrait: Wendy Lapin Character Portrait: Evangeline Pip Character Portrait: Nemaren Spadille

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Vale, watched as the scene unfolded before him. Something about this whole thing, made his insides tickle with laughter. The panic of the people, a dead body, fire, confusion, just all of it was the cherry on top of a perfect party.

"Haha haha haha haha!!!!!" He held his stomach as he laughed so loud that most of the people quiet down to stare at him. 'Haha! Forgive me for laughing so loudly! Talk about a dead part before, it sure did light up fast! Hahaha!" He breathed in and sighed with a smile on his face.

People looked at him as if he was mad or crazy. Sure maybe he was, but he wouldn't be here if he wasn't. "Do forgive me, once again. Thy name is Vitriol, Valentine Vitriol." He bowed ever so gracefully.

You could hear already that people have heard of him as the Mysterious Shop Keeper. Many have thought him to be fake. But that was surely untrue.

Apart from that he went on with what he had to say. "Wonderland sure has gone down over the years, or so I see. It seems that the new rulers to this place, have nothing to rule over, if the madness has gotten this far out of hand. It's a shame really. I am disappointed." He placed both hands onto his fancy walking stick with his poster perfect and his head facing down as if he was ashamed. "I guarantee that alot of you will most likely die, if not tonight, along down the road. It's best to take care of the problem while it is in hand. And from the looks of it, there is more than just 'De'Laire' behind it all. But before that, maybe none of you should point fingers at who it could be, for all we know. The culprits is the Royals. Or it could just be one big show!" He threw his hand up and started to laugh. "But in all ends seriously, it seems that someone wants the Royal's attention and we all know that everyone hates every last one of you. So it could have been anyone hear." He spoke nothing but the truth, just as how he saw it. "Well, most of everyone. Haha."

Normally he was a very kept cool type of guy, but this was over the top even for him. But he couldn't help it, he was just so entertained that it broke him, turning his laughter into madness. It had made his compused side vanish and there was a slight twist about his eyes. That only those who know him, knows what it means. He was excited to the point that he wanted to be involved of whatever is going on. Even if the was the accused, he wanted to be in. This had interested him and nothing could get him out of it.

"There is but one thing that I know, if you want to know who is behind all of this. We must find the Cheshire Cat. He sees everything. He is the eyes and ears of wonderland. Find him and we get our answers."

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Character Portrait: Ruby Ophelia Heart Character Portrait: Cordelia Bellamont Character Portrait: Jack of Hearts Character Portrait: Lucien Agares

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"Jack, I thought Wonderland used to be pure and wonderful. Why did it have to go and change so much? With all this evil and terror sweeping across it, everyone wanting power? Being friends would be so much better." Ruby sighed, propping her elbow on the window sill, chin resting in her hand, eyes staring out of the glass. Jack stared at her, her naivety and childishness admirable, though he felt sorry that she couldn't see that "being friends" with people who were evil wouldn't be an option. He sighed, looking down at his legs. He looked to Ruby again and put his hand on hers. "I know, Ruby," he said, even though he wished Wonderland was truly wonderful again. "The Wonder has been sucked out of Wonderland by greed and the hunger for power...." Jack's eyes shifted, focusing on the panel in front of them that separated them from the driver.

He rubbed Ruby's hand with his thumb, trying to comfort her in some way. When they arrived at the Kingdom of Hearts, Jack helped Ruby out of the carriage and led her inside. They were both sopping wet. "Let's change out of these drenched clothes, Ruby." He smiled at her, allowing a hand maiden to escort Ruby to her room to change. Jack went to his own room to change, wishing that things in Wonderland weren't how they currently were.




☠Lucien Agares☠
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Lucien felt a cold, boney hand smack him upside the head. "You idiot, look what you did." She gestured to the Jabberwocky sitting on her knees, the sky pouring down rain and drenching the fires that were supposed to be part of the chaos. "You just made yourself look like a complete fool, Lucien. Even you should remember the last Jabberwocky." Lucien's eyes narrowed at Cordelia.

"Regardless, we've struck fear into the heart of Wonderland. The Hatter made sure to let everyone know that De'Laire is behind this, whether or not the people believe the Mad One." He paused. "But now the notion that De'Laire is ready to take Wonderland for his own is ingrained in everyone's minds. Whether it is in the front or back of their minds, it is there. For all we know, the people of Wonderland will create chaos amongst themselves because of that little notion...." Lucien's lips curled into a wicked smile. Just sit back and wait....and the world will burn before us.. Lucien chuckled a bit.