Introducing the child. Left some stuff up to interpretation. [hider=Emmett Bianchi] [b][color=steelblue]Welcome dear Alice, tell me, what is your given name?[/color][/b] [i][color=lightgray]"Emmett Bianchi."[/color][/i] [b][color=steelblue]Forgive my impoliteness but pray tell, what is your age?[/color][/b] [i][color=lightgray]"Pretty sure I'm still twelve? Time's a bit stupid here."[/color][/i] [b][color=steelblue]Well, quite a charming appearance you have![/color][/b] [i][color=lightgray]"Uh...'charming'?? Well, if you concider someone's blind eye charming, I won't judge much."[/color][/i] [Center][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/620b7d6116543c074259735857cc1f97/af6f49d886639919-a9/s500x750/cf1e72cf5c4544d9082f81696949bddb5077e2f2.png[/img][/center] [color=lightgray]Standing at an average height for his age, Emmett has short blonde hair; usually in a mess, and a hazel-colored eye. Yes, eye. Turns out something happened to his other eye to make it go blind. He's used to covering his blind eye up with bandages, disregarding the few scrapes on his arms or knees. His clothes are surprisingly well-kept, topped with a navy blue overcoat, and he wears a stoic expression most of the time.[/color] [b][color=steelblue]How did you arrive to our Wonderland?[/color][/b] [color=lightgray]Emmett took a moment to remember what happened to him. [i]"I think I may have crash through a mirror back home. Blacked out from the impact, and well, ended up here. Pretty sure I ended up in some coma at first, but at this rate who knows? Hopefully it didn't screw my eye up any worse."[/i] He frowned, a hand over the bandaged half of his face.[/color] [b][color=steelblue]What is it like? In your world? Tell me about your past.[/color][/b] [i][color=lightgray]"My past? Hm. Not sure if it's as interesting as the others' but I'll try my best to remember. I was originally born in Europe, like it or not. Mum was from England and Dad was from Italy, thus my weird accent. But, yeah, they were never really around and I never knew why. So it was just me and my brothers. Hm? You're curious about the bandages? Well, I'll admit some of us didn't get along at times, but my brothers not the reason why I'm half-blind. I had a friend once, his name was Finn. The poor bastard, he was a kind person, who wanted nothing else but to protect friends and those he concidered family. It's a shame most of the former manipulated him into a downward spiral. I tried to be there for him, I really did. But he ended up stabbing my eye out in a mental breakdown. I hope he's getting the help he deserves... Forgive me if that dampened the mood some, but I haven't seen him in a long time. He would've loved it here. Anyways, after that incident, my brothers dialed back their roughhousing to help me recover. It was weird at first, but I eventually got used to it. For awhile, things were kinda uneventful. That is until two of my elder brothers got into a nasty spat. I tried to intervene before it got worse, and got shoved away, crashing into a nearby mirror. Or should I say through? Either way, you know the rest. I blacked out, and when I woke up, I was here. Been here for awhile now. I'm still not sure if this place is real or not, but I've grown not to care. Besides, there's nothing worth going back to the real world for. ....I-Is there?"[/color][/i] [b][color=steelblue]Anything else you care to share, dear Alice?[/color][/b] [i][color=lightgray]"Is there a method to this [b]madness[/b]?"[/color][/i] [/hider]