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Player Information
Name: Sceadu
Age: 25
AIM SN: sceadugesceaft
email: dracogriff (at) gmail.com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? Yep!
Currrently Played Characters: Luxord
Conditional: Official Reserve Link: here
Character Information
General
Canon Source: Alice in Wonderland (Tim Burton/2010 version) I’m aware the date here doesn’t match the one in the reserve. I misquoted the year in the reserve - this version came out in 2010, not 2009
Canon Format: Movie
Character's Name: Chessur (the Cheshire Cat)
Character's Age: Unknown; appears to be an adult cat
What form will your character's NV take? A scroll very much similar to the Oraculum. Like the Oraculum, video will be displayed as moving pictures. Unlike the Oraculum, it can also handle audio, which will be rendered in text bubbles.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: Like pretty much any incarnation of the Cheshire Cat, Chessur is capable of vanishing completely of partially at will. This ability is generally referred to as “evaporation.” While evaporated, he’s perfectly capable of both carrying and wearing things, but apart from that he’s quite invisible and can most likely be assumed to be semi-tangible at best. If suitably convinced to do so, he can also take the form of someone else, although in the case that he does, his eyes remain the same. How much of this shape-changing is connected to his evaporation skills is unclear, but he can still use those very same skills while appearing to be someone else.
He also tends to shun the ground, preferring to float above the ground rather than walk.
Weapons: None, apart from his claws and teeth.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: Of the characters we see in the movie, Chessur is one of the ones whose background is less defined, at least outside of what we see in the movie. That being said, given the fact that the movie is implied to cover the events of the first of Mr. Carroll’s books, it’s quite possible that Chessur was at the very least nominally affiliated with someone, if not directly ‘owned’ by someone. Either way, he was certainly a friend to the White Queen’s court - and in particular the Hatter and his friends, whose tea table he visited now and again - well before the Red Queen’s take-over. As a matter of fact, it was he who brought a young Alice to the Hatter and the Hare on her first journey to Underland.
As diversions went, most agreed that Alice’s visit was quite enjoyable, but she could hardly stay forever and so in due time she returned to her own world, and life in Underland went on. Chessur continued to be an occasional guest to the White Queen’s court and things were generally pleasant all around, if somewhat odd.
And then came a day that would stick out in the memories of any denizen of Underland. Stirred on by who-knows-what, the Red Queen, using the Jabberwocky itself, attacked the White Queen’s court and took over all of Underland. This day would come to be known as the Horunvendush Day, a black day indeed for all those in Underland. Chessur himself, interestingly, failed to appear at all that day and was almost more conspicuous for it. In the days that followed, he quite simply vanished - or appeared to vanish - as is the way of most Cheshire Cats and between one thing and another, years passed. Thirteen years in fact, as Alice’s London counted things, and all the while matters had only worsened in Underland.
Salvation was not far off, however. Alice’s return to Underland had long since been foretold, and on that otherwise unremarkable day thirteen years after her first excursion into Underland, Alice once again found herself tumbling headlong down the rabbit hole. This time, things were a good deal less pleasant then they’d been on first trip (courtesy of the Red Queen’s rather tyrannical rule of Underland) but in due time Alice once again found her way to the Cheshire Cat. Or perhaps he found his way to her, but one or the other the two managed to cross paths. And much like before, he took her to the Hatter’s tea party. This time, however, the Hatter’s table was no mere tea party, but a gathering of the resistance against the Red Queen. Chessur himself wasn’t a member of the resistance, but he stayed long enough for tea - or would have, had the sudden arrival of the Red Queen’s second-in-command required a hasty and immediate vanishing.
This was not the end of Chessur’s meddling. While Alice had safely been delivered to the hands that would take her to where she needed to be, the Hatter had been captured by the Knave of Hearts, and had been imprisoned in the Red Queen’s castle to await execution. Chessur, however, was having none of this, and took it on himself to come speak to the Hatter while the latter was imprisoned. Thus was an arrangement struck, and on the day of the Hatter’s execution all went according to plan with one minor change. The Hatter wasn’t himself, but the Cat instead. After all, it’s harder to behead someone whose head is perfectly capable of coming free from their bodies. The following confusion made it perfectly easy for them to not only escape from the clutches of the Red Queen, but also return to the White Queen’s court.
They and the other freed prisoners arrived at the court of the White Queen shortly before the Frabjous Day - the day on which Alice was to slay the Jabberwocky and so end the tyranny of the Red Queen. Alice, however, was having absolutely none of this and refused to take her place as the champion. In the absence of a proper Champion, Chessur put in his own name by way of suggestion. Of course, it was turned down as Alice decided to take her fated role after all, but perhaps one can’t blame the Cat for having at least tried. Thus it was that the Frabjous Day happened as foretold. The Jabberwock was slain, and the Red Queen banished to the Outlands until the end of Underland. Alice, however, could no more stay than on her previous trip. One brief coronation later (overseen by the Cat himself) she returned to her own London. And so life went on all around.
Point in Canon: After Alice’s return to her own world.
Character Personality: When you get right down to it, Chessur is the closest thing Underland has to the trickster archetype. Or rather, he’s what would result if one smooshed that archetype together with a cat. Laid-back and eloquent, he’s only as helpful as he ever wishes to be (although he shows a certain fondness for Alice and the Hatter) and he’s far more likely to vanish when a battle looms than not. In fact, he seems to find bloodshed almost distasteful, and far prefers to simply vanish instead. While the tendency to avoid the field of battle has no doubt saved him on many occasions, it’s also landed him in hot water on at least one occasion. Of course, given he’s a cat, this doesn’t have much of a lasting effect on Chessur’s behavior - he’s back to his usual habits mere minutes later. However, despite his habit of vanishing, he should by no means be considered a coward. Not only does he volunteer to be the Champion in Alice’s stead, but he also shows no hesitation in offering to take a beheading for the Hatter. It’s simply that he prefers to not get involved in such things.
In addition to finding battle rather distasteful, he has takes a rather dim view on politics, and endeavors to stay out of them as much as possible. A cat may look at a queen - and that he most certainly does - but he’d much rather leave the arguments and backstabbing to the Queens themselves. He even goes so far as to not join the resistance to the Red Queen’s rule, despite having had a prior affinity to the court of the White Queen. Instead, he helps (the Resistance) and hinders (the Red Queen) as he chooses, grinning all the while. And if that means getting in someone’s way, such is life. In short, he’s essentially a fur-covered troll, although he isn’t malicious about it. No matter how much he may hinder, there’s a good-natured sort of humor to it - not to mention he’s equally likely to help the next day. It’s his own moods that dictate his life and it takes a cat to understand a cat.
He also has something of a fondness for hats, especially if it’s the Hatter’s, as well as the moon.
Character Plans: Apart from alternately hanging out with and generally confusing people from the other Alice-related canons, Chessur will mostly likely continue as he would if he were still in Underland. Which is to say, he’ll keep right on being just as (un)helpful as ever.
Appearance/PB: grin and all
Writing Samples
First Person Sample
[At first, there’s only silence, and the faint rustle of what sounds like either parchment or paper. After a moment, a voice speaks up.]
If a place that’s mad loses a muchness, what’s left, I wonder? Would it be this place? There’s certainly a deathly unfortunateness to be found here. A shame, really. It could have been such a nice place.
[A wisp of sigh, and then the voice continues.]
Ah, well. It’s certainly not so frumious as one might have imagined.
Third Person Sample
There was certainly something to be said about the worlds beyond Underland. Namely, that it was dull, uncomfortable, and far too ridiculous to be believed. Why, the people he’d had found after a less than dignified arrival (of which he imagined he’d be bearing the pains for a while yet - however had Alice managed her trip through the rabbit hole?) hadn’t even recognized a Cat when they’d seen him. Not, of course, that he’d seen fit to educate them on the finer points. It would have been a waste of time, and he wouldn’t have been able to see the lingering surprise on their faces as he faded from view after the last of their questions.
That had been some time ago, however. It had been near to brillig when he’d first arrived - and not the near-brillig that had been found at the Hatter’s table for the last many years - but that had been near to an hour ago itself and the sun was beginning to draw near the horizon. What a terribly mad world it must have been, for the sun to get it in its head to set so soon. And what mad people must live in it, for them to take to the idea like ravens and writing desks. Why, if it hadn’t been for the dust and dirt still stubbornly clinging to his fur, the dimly felt ache of severe discomfort, or the dullness of the building, he might almost have believed he’d never left Underland. Almost. It lacked a certain something. A... muchness, perhaps.
And who better to wake that muchness than a Cat?
Name: Sceadu
Age: 25
AIM SN: sceadugesceaft
email: dracogriff (at) gmail.com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? Yep!
Currrently Played Characters: Luxord
Conditional: Official Reserve Link: here
Character Information
General
Canon Source: Alice in Wonderland (Tim Burton/2010 version) I’m aware the date here doesn’t match the one in the reserve. I misquoted the year in the reserve - this version came out in 2010, not 2009
Canon Format: Movie
Character's Name: Chessur (the Cheshire Cat)
Character's Age: Unknown; appears to be an adult cat
What form will your character's NV take? A scroll very much similar to the Oraculum. Like the Oraculum, video will be displayed as moving pictures. Unlike the Oraculum, it can also handle audio, which will be rendered in text bubbles.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: Like pretty much any incarnation of the Cheshire Cat, Chessur is capable of vanishing completely of partially at will. This ability is generally referred to as “evaporation.” While evaporated, he’s perfectly capable of both carrying and wearing things, but apart from that he’s quite invisible and can most likely be assumed to be semi-tangible at best. If suitably convinced to do so, he can also take the form of someone else, although in the case that he does, his eyes remain the same. How much of this shape-changing is connected to his evaporation skills is unclear, but he can still use those very same skills while appearing to be someone else.
He also tends to shun the ground, preferring to float above the ground rather than walk.
Weapons: None, apart from his claws and teeth.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: Of the characters we see in the movie, Chessur is one of the ones whose background is less defined, at least outside of what we see in the movie. That being said, given the fact that the movie is implied to cover the events of the first of Mr. Carroll’s books, it’s quite possible that Chessur was at the very least nominally affiliated with someone, if not directly ‘owned’ by someone. Either way, he was certainly a friend to the White Queen’s court - and in particular the Hatter and his friends, whose tea table he visited now and again - well before the Red Queen’s take-over. As a matter of fact, it was he who brought a young Alice to the Hatter and the Hare on her first journey to Underland.
As diversions went, most agreed that Alice’s visit was quite enjoyable, but she could hardly stay forever and so in due time she returned to her own world, and life in Underland went on. Chessur continued to be an occasional guest to the White Queen’s court and things were generally pleasant all around, if somewhat odd.
And then came a day that would stick out in the memories of any denizen of Underland. Stirred on by who-knows-what, the Red Queen, using the Jabberwocky itself, attacked the White Queen’s court and took over all of Underland. This day would come to be known as the Horunvendush Day, a black day indeed for all those in Underland. Chessur himself, interestingly, failed to appear at all that day and was almost more conspicuous for it. In the days that followed, he quite simply vanished - or appeared to vanish - as is the way of most Cheshire Cats and between one thing and another, years passed. Thirteen years in fact, as Alice’s London counted things, and all the while matters had only worsened in Underland.
Salvation was not far off, however. Alice’s return to Underland had long since been foretold, and on that otherwise unremarkable day thirteen years after her first excursion into Underland, Alice once again found herself tumbling headlong down the rabbit hole. This time, things were a good deal less pleasant then they’d been on first trip (courtesy of the Red Queen’s rather tyrannical rule of Underland) but in due time Alice once again found her way to the Cheshire Cat. Or perhaps he found his way to her, but one or the other the two managed to cross paths. And much like before, he took her to the Hatter’s tea party. This time, however, the Hatter’s table was no mere tea party, but a gathering of the resistance against the Red Queen. Chessur himself wasn’t a member of the resistance, but he stayed long enough for tea - or would have, had the sudden arrival of the Red Queen’s second-in-command required a hasty and immediate vanishing.
This was not the end of Chessur’s meddling. While Alice had safely been delivered to the hands that would take her to where she needed to be, the Hatter had been captured by the Knave of Hearts, and had been imprisoned in the Red Queen’s castle to await execution. Chessur, however, was having none of this, and took it on himself to come speak to the Hatter while the latter was imprisoned. Thus was an arrangement struck, and on the day of the Hatter’s execution all went according to plan with one minor change. The Hatter wasn’t himself, but the Cat instead. After all, it’s harder to behead someone whose head is perfectly capable of coming free from their bodies. The following confusion made it perfectly easy for them to not only escape from the clutches of the Red Queen, but also return to the White Queen’s court.
They and the other freed prisoners arrived at the court of the White Queen shortly before the Frabjous Day - the day on which Alice was to slay the Jabberwocky and so end the tyranny of the Red Queen. Alice, however, was having absolutely none of this and refused to take her place as the champion. In the absence of a proper Champion, Chessur put in his own name by way of suggestion. Of course, it was turned down as Alice decided to take her fated role after all, but perhaps one can’t blame the Cat for having at least tried. Thus it was that the Frabjous Day happened as foretold. The Jabberwock was slain, and the Red Queen banished to the Outlands until the end of Underland. Alice, however, could no more stay than on her previous trip. One brief coronation later (overseen by the Cat himself) she returned to her own London. And so life went on all around.
Point in Canon: After Alice’s return to her own world.
Character Personality: When you get right down to it, Chessur is the closest thing Underland has to the trickster archetype. Or rather, he’s what would result if one smooshed that archetype together with a cat. Laid-back and eloquent, he’s only as helpful as he ever wishes to be (although he shows a certain fondness for Alice and the Hatter) and he’s far more likely to vanish when a battle looms than not. In fact, he seems to find bloodshed almost distasteful, and far prefers to simply vanish instead. While the tendency to avoid the field of battle has no doubt saved him on many occasions, it’s also landed him in hot water on at least one occasion. Of course, given he’s a cat, this doesn’t have much of a lasting effect on Chessur’s behavior - he’s back to his usual habits mere minutes later. However, despite his habit of vanishing, he should by no means be considered a coward. Not only does he volunteer to be the Champion in Alice’s stead, but he also shows no hesitation in offering to take a beheading for the Hatter. It’s simply that he prefers to not get involved in such things.
In addition to finding battle rather distasteful, he has takes a rather dim view on politics, and endeavors to stay out of them as much as possible. A cat may look at a queen - and that he most certainly does - but he’d much rather leave the arguments and backstabbing to the Queens themselves. He even goes so far as to not join the resistance to the Red Queen’s rule, despite having had a prior affinity to the court of the White Queen. Instead, he helps (the Resistance) and hinders (the Red Queen) as he chooses, grinning all the while. And if that means getting in someone’s way, such is life. In short, he’s essentially a fur-covered troll, although he isn’t malicious about it. No matter how much he may hinder, there’s a good-natured sort of humor to it - not to mention he’s equally likely to help the next day. It’s his own moods that dictate his life and it takes a cat to understand a cat.
He also has something of a fondness for hats, especially if it’s the Hatter’s, as well as the moon.
Character Plans: Apart from alternately hanging out with and generally confusing people from the other Alice-related canons, Chessur will mostly likely continue as he would if he were still in Underland. Which is to say, he’ll keep right on being just as (un)helpful as ever.
Appearance/PB: grin and all
Writing Samples
First Person Sample
[At first, there’s only silence, and the faint rustle of what sounds like either parchment or paper. After a moment, a voice speaks up.]
If a place that’s mad loses a muchness, what’s left, I wonder? Would it be this place? There’s certainly a deathly unfortunateness to be found here. A shame, really. It could have been such a nice place.
[A wisp of sigh, and then the voice continues.]
Ah, well. It’s certainly not so frumious as one might have imagined.
Third Person Sample
There was certainly something to be said about the worlds beyond Underland. Namely, that it was dull, uncomfortable, and far too ridiculous to be believed. Why, the people he’d had found after a less than dignified arrival (of which he imagined he’d be bearing the pains for a while yet - however had Alice managed her trip through the rabbit hole?) hadn’t even recognized a Cat when they’d seen him. Not, of course, that he’d seen fit to educate them on the finer points. It would have been a waste of time, and he wouldn’t have been able to see the lingering surprise on their faces as he faded from view after the last of their questions.
That had been some time ago, however. It had been near to brillig when he’d first arrived - and not the near-brillig that had been found at the Hatter’s table for the last many years - but that had been near to an hour ago itself and the sun was beginning to draw near the horizon. What a terribly mad world it must have been, for the sun to get it in its head to set so soon. And what mad people must live in it, for them to take to the idea like ravens and writing desks. Why, if it hadn’t been for the dust and dirt still stubbornly clinging to his fur, the dimly felt ache of severe discomfort, or the dullness of the building, he might almost have believed he’d never left Underland. Almost. It lacked a certain something. A... muchness, perhaps.
And who better to wake that muchness than a Cat?