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Player Information:
Name or Handle: Nym!
LJ:
Email: acediatheory@aol.com
AIM or MSN name: acediatheory
Any current characters here?: Nope~!
Would you like a protocol droid?: If it's Ashe B3
Character Information:
Character Name: Hatter
Age: Unspecified, more than likely in mid to late twenties
Canon: Syfy's Alice
Appearance:
Hatter is messy hair with a cool leather jacket, someone who obviously takes time into his appearance, and makes sure the outfit's always sharp. Dressed somewhat like a hipster, he favors bright colors, courdory, and suede. He also is quite fond of his hat. Typically his face has either a carefully school expression or a slightly mocking grin. His eyes are the color of fine Corellian brandy.
Personality:
Manipulative, charming, calculating, suave, underhanded, smooth, moralistically gray and not to mention a sharp dresser, Hatter is a person who always has an angle, and usually knows how to make a profit out of said angle. Above anything else, he's a business man at heart, and his mind is constantly working behind the deceptively cute smile. Living life on both sides of the law has left Hatter with a cautious personality, and it's not very often that he rushes into a situation without having at least three or four exits out of it. Typically, he relies on his wits, rhetoric, and charm to meet his ends, for it's a very rare problem indeed that can't be solved with words, and more importantly, his words. However, that isn't to say that he can't operate on the fly. Hatter is able to develop strategy quickly on his feet, and over the years, improvising has become his best friend.
Usually, Hatter, while not exactly easy-going, certainly plays the part quite well. He has a healthy sense of humor, a handful of eccentricies, and appears to go through life as if it were a game. He has a sociable demeanor, and isn't afraid to strike up a conversation with a complete stranger. He's the guy who knows some people who know some people, making connections and establishing contacts is simply what he does. Hatter's the living embodiment of street smarts, he knows where to stick his nose, and knows when to mind his own business. Because of his self-preserving nature, he can come off as flakey or selfish, and these accusations aren't exactly far from the truth.
But despite his wheeling and dealing tendencies, at Hatter's core there's a chivalrous streak a mile wide. He has something of an underdog complex, wanting to help those who can't exactly help themselves. His criminal tendencies usually hold some sort of benefit for the do-gooders, even though he may swindle the do-gooders from time to time. Once Hatter's found a cause to believe in, he'll dedicate himself to it fully. It just...has to be one hell of a cause.
If you are apping a character arriving from another game: Not applicable - DO HO PUN
Background:
Here is the official summary of the two part miniseries. I chose to take Hatter from the very end of the series, because I think it'd be interesting to have to have him revert to his criminal ways in order to survive after reaching his moral horizon.
Special Abilities or Weapons:
Hatter's the badass normal, and therefore doesn't have anything extraordinary about him. He has a strong punch, and I'd like to bring in his gun as a blaster.
Sect: Civilian
Job: Spice dealer and informant for Vogga the Hutt
Samples:
First Person:
(video)
[a man wearing a very...strange hat appears, and taps the screen of his datapad three quick times]
Alright, this thing on? Yeah? Good.
Hello, all you lost little Oysters. Name's Hatter, and by now I'm sure you've realized the whole, waking up in a strange apartment with nothing but your skivvies thing, right? Course you have.
Well, turns out you're in luck. I've been here a few weeks already, and I know what's on the up and up. You gotta keep your head down, and your wits sharp. There's all sorts of disreputable characters in these parts, ones that won't mind too harshly putting one of those fancy blaster bolts in between your eyes. [an exaggerated wince] Ye~ah. Don't think that'd be a real help with the ladies. Or gents, I guess.
Anyways, you need a hand, let me know. Name's Hatter, and I'm always here to indulge in the cute acts of philanthropy.
Third Person:
Hatter swore as yet again another gizka hopped across the numerous bundles of spice, causing no small amount of powder to fly out of the carefully prepared bundles.
"Oy! Get off there, you slimey little sea monster-!" he growled, taking off the hat (and it wasn't so nice as his old one, but Hatter had given up hats before, and so long as Alice was around there wasn't nothing too bad about yet again giving up another) and launching it at the small, yellow frog...thing.
The gizka just hopped idlely over it once it landed, trampling the stylish fabric under its big, webbed feet.
Hatter made A Face. No way was he wearing that one again.
The slight feel of pressure on his ---expensive, did he mention they were expensive? -- boots caused him to look down, meeting the large, watery and adorable gaze of a baby gizka sitting on his foot.
He scowled.
The gizka chirped hello.
Hatter sighed, "Alright, maybe I'll keep you lot around. But no-" the 'no' was punctuated by a very serious finger point, "-no more of messing with the goods, understand?"
The gizka hopped away.
Hatter bit his lip and put his hands on his hips. "Stupid frogs."
Anything Else:
It'd be awesome if Hatter and Alice could be roommates /o/
Name or Handle: Nym!
LJ:
Email: acediatheory@aol.com
AIM or MSN name: acediatheory
Any current characters here?: Nope~!
Would you like a protocol droid?: If it's Ashe B3
Character Information:
Character Name: Hatter
Age: Unspecified, more than likely in mid to late twenties
Canon: Syfy's Alice
Appearance:
Hatter is messy hair with a cool leather jacket, someone who obviously takes time into his appearance, and makes sure the outfit's always sharp. Dressed somewhat like a hipster, he favors bright colors, courdory, and suede. He also is quite fond of his hat. Typically his face has either a carefully school expression or a slightly mocking grin. His eyes are the color of fine Corellian brandy.
Personality:
Manipulative, charming, calculating, suave, underhanded, smooth, moralistically gray and not to mention a sharp dresser, Hatter is a person who always has an angle, and usually knows how to make a profit out of said angle. Above anything else, he's a business man at heart, and his mind is constantly working behind the deceptively cute smile. Living life on both sides of the law has left Hatter with a cautious personality, and it's not very often that he rushes into a situation without having at least three or four exits out of it. Typically, he relies on his wits, rhetoric, and charm to meet his ends, for it's a very rare problem indeed that can't be solved with words, and more importantly, his words. However, that isn't to say that he can't operate on the fly. Hatter is able to develop strategy quickly on his feet, and over the years, improvising has become his best friend.
Usually, Hatter, while not exactly easy-going, certainly plays the part quite well. He has a healthy sense of humor, a handful of eccentricies, and appears to go through life as if it were a game. He has a sociable demeanor, and isn't afraid to strike up a conversation with a complete stranger. He's the guy who knows some people who know some people, making connections and establishing contacts is simply what he does. Hatter's the living embodiment of street smarts, he knows where to stick his nose, and knows when to mind his own business. Because of his self-preserving nature, he can come off as flakey or selfish, and these accusations aren't exactly far from the truth.
But despite his wheeling and dealing tendencies, at Hatter's core there's a chivalrous streak a mile wide. He has something of an underdog complex, wanting to help those who can't exactly help themselves. His criminal tendencies usually hold some sort of benefit for the do-gooders, even though he may swindle the do-gooders from time to time. Once Hatter's found a cause to believe in, he'll dedicate himself to it fully. It just...has to be one hell of a cause.
If you are apping a character arriving from another game: Not applicable - DO HO PUN
Background:
Here is the official summary of the two part miniseries. I chose to take Hatter from the very end of the series, because I think it'd be interesting to have to have him revert to his criminal ways in order to survive after reaching his moral horizon.
Special Abilities or Weapons:
Hatter's the badass normal, and therefore doesn't have anything extraordinary about him. He has a strong punch, and I'd like to bring in his gun as a blaster.
Sect: Civilian
Job: Spice dealer and informant for Vogga the Hutt
Samples:
First Person:
(video)
[a man wearing a very...strange hat appears, and taps the screen of his datapad three quick times]
Alright, this thing on? Yeah? Good.
Hello, all you lost little Oysters. Name's Hatter, and by now I'm sure you've realized the whole, waking up in a strange apartment with nothing but your skivvies thing, right? Course you have.
Well, turns out you're in luck. I've been here a few weeks already, and I know what's on the up and up. You gotta keep your head down, and your wits sharp. There's all sorts of disreputable characters in these parts, ones that won't mind too harshly putting one of those fancy blaster bolts in between your eyes. [an exaggerated wince] Ye~ah. Don't think that'd be a real help with the ladies. Or gents, I guess.
Anyways, you need a hand, let me know. Name's Hatter, and I'm always here to indulge in the cute acts of philanthropy.
Third Person:
Hatter swore as yet again another gizka hopped across the numerous bundles of spice, causing no small amount of powder to fly out of the carefully prepared bundles.
"Oy! Get off there, you slimey little sea monster-!" he growled, taking off the hat (and it wasn't so nice as his old one, but Hatter had given up hats before, and so long as Alice was around there wasn't nothing too bad about yet again giving up another) and launching it at the small, yellow frog...thing.
The gizka just hopped idlely over it once it landed, trampling the stylish fabric under its big, webbed feet.
Hatter made A Face. No way was he wearing that one again.
The slight feel of pressure on his ---expensive, did he mention they were expensive? -- boots caused him to look down, meeting the large, watery and adorable gaze of a baby gizka sitting on his foot.
He scowled.
The gizka chirped hello.
Hatter sighed, "Alright, maybe I'll keep you lot around. But no-" the 'no' was punctuated by a very serious finger point, "-no more of messing with the goods, understand?"
The gizka hopped away.
Hatter bit his lip and put his hands on his hips. "Stupid frogs."
Anything Else:
It'd be awesome if Hatter and Alice could be roommates /o/