AngelofOctober
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STATUS: Ah yes an advertisement of an RP from three years ago perfect status quality right there. Back from the dead 4 yrs ago
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Ah yes an advertisement of an RP from three years ago perfect status quality right there. Back from the dead
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Containment Field is still looking for members; roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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Mahz been on vacation for half a year, I wonder if he'll come back from his Mahzquest - youtube.com/watch?v=ygI-2F8… - where could be Mahz be now? Find out next time on Mahzquest.
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All I ask is that people communicate these things.
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@Akayaofthemoon
I love them too. Else I wouldn't have made a whole entire puzzle riddle biography. lmao
I love them too. Else I wouldn't have made a whole entire puzzle riddle biography. lmao
@Akayaofthemoon
Wow you're good. But yeah it's about the tragedy of loss and losing someone, even maybe even the lost of one's own identity. Because memories are not infallible. We create our identities on half history that we vaguely remember. Everyone has their own perception of reality.
So if I tell a story about X event, someone who else was also there with X event might retell a different story. So, how do we know we are who we are? and who we say we are? when we don't even remember half the facts of a scenario we were in? or we add or emblish memories? so how can we trust that our memories are true? and how can we trust we know who we are if we cannot even fathom our own reality.
Ah. Love it.
Wow you're good. But yeah it's about the tragedy of loss and losing someone, even maybe even the lost of one's own identity. Because memories are not infallible. We create our identities on half history that we vaguely remember. Everyone has their own perception of reality.
So if I tell a story about X event, someone who else was also there with X event might retell a different story. So, how do we know we are who we are? and who we say we are? when we don't even remember half the facts of a scenario we were in? or we add or emblish memories? so how can we trust that our memories are true? and how can we trust we know who we are if we cannot even fathom our own reality.
Ah. Love it.
@Akayaofthemoon
Same interpretation. I need to clean up some of the SPAG, but yeah it will be fun trying to see the answer people come up with in the answer for his bio riddle.
You know Red and Queen with red repeating, had to be about the Red Queen. But what else. And more importantly who is he. lmao.
Same interpretation. I need to clean up some of the SPAG, but yeah it will be fun trying to see the answer people come up with in the answer for his bio riddle.
You know Red and Queen with red repeating, had to be about the Red Queen. But what else. And more importantly who is he. lmao.
@Akayaofthemoon
Part of my inspiration was Looking Glass Wars and Alice McGee's Alice. The whole Biography is a riddle. As I went with some loosely thrown out versions of Hatter.
I always also just liked the Hatter because in my real life I am diagnosed with Schizophrenia with Paranoia. So it's always been fun to take experiences of Schizophrenia into Hatter.
Part of my inspiration was Looking Glass Wars and Alice McGee's Alice. The whole Biography is a riddle. As I went with some loosely thrown out versions of Hatter.
I always also just liked the Hatter because in my real life I am diagnosed with Schizophrenia with Paranoia. So it's always been fun to take experiences of Schizophrenia into Hatter.
@Akayaofthemoon
lol
I'm updating his appearance and such, he should be done hopefully tonight its 10:35pm for me and I'll be up for a while. I just wanted to do a different Hatter, but also throw in some homages to my favorite adaptations.
lol
I'm updating his appearance and such, he should be done hopefully tonight its 10:35pm for me and I'll be up for a while. I just wanted to do a different Hatter, but also throw in some homages to my favorite adaptations.
Here's a heavy WIP and I fix up some stuff for appearance and other sections
Name: Eugene Slade Heginbotham a.k.a Mad Hatter
Age: 28
Appearance: WIP
Personality:
They say I am mad. Me? Me? Mad? I think not. How am I mad? I have not one furrow on my brow. They say I am clearly a nutcase. Last time I checked you cannot sue a nut for a case. You can't get a lawyer if a peanut has wrongfully mistreated you. Trust me I tried and they said I was mad then too. They speak I speak in unanswerable riddles. All riddles have answers. It depends on if you look for them are not. Sometimes the answers just appear in your mind. A riddle is like a magic trick. First you don't get it and then it appears like a rabbit from a hat. They say I drink too much tea.
I don't think there is anything wrong with my drinking habits. And if I have to, I'll cut myself half a cup if I like. They say they cannot follow me. Clearly they can. It's a matter of stepping one foot in the other. Otherwise I like my tea in the afternoon and a nightcap before I go to bed. I dislike cats for many reasons. And I am not fond of hares for they have too much hair and are always so terribly late.
Bio:
Why are memories and clay the same? Easily influenced, easily molded by others. They say, but mouths just talk, and brains don’t remember as well. Sometimes nightmares are dreams and sometimes dreams are nightmares. They say the Queen did something to my head far too much, but she did a number of things to a number of heads and I am not quite sure which is mine.
There was a lot of red, but red can be a number of things. It can be a dress from a best friend, but it could be the last glimmer of life in a body. I saw a lot of dresses of red on soil, and a lot of bodies that no longered had dreams, had no longer a memory to mold.
The Queen barked orders, but she was not a dog. They say she was, but she quite clearly did not have enough hair, nor obedience to be a dog.
Why is tragedy the same as hope? Because one breeds the other. Tragedy strikes and seek out hope. A little glimmer of light they call hope, but when they have hope. When they hold that little light. Sequins on their red dress, they worry about the dark, like a black dress for a funeral scattered across the bed sheets.
Why is death like life? Because death brings life. Life brings death. When someone spreads themselves across you like a mirror, showing off that bright red dress, that spills across the bed like soil. You put that red dress on for the first time and it wouldn’t be the first time you put that dress on.
Why are friends and family the same? Because both come and go, like the coming and going of sacrifices made from those who wore red dresses. They spill onto your personal shore like waves crashing onto the tide.
So, then, the question remains. Who am I?
Name: Eugene Slade Heginbotham a.k.a Mad Hatter
Age: 28
Appearance: WIP
Personality:
They say I am mad. Me? Me? Mad? I think not. How am I mad? I have not one furrow on my brow. They say I am clearly a nutcase. Last time I checked you cannot sue a nut for a case. You can't get a lawyer if a peanut has wrongfully mistreated you. Trust me I tried and they said I was mad then too. They speak I speak in unanswerable riddles. All riddles have answers. It depends on if you look for them are not. Sometimes the answers just appear in your mind. A riddle is like a magic trick. First you don't get it and then it appears like a rabbit from a hat. They say I drink too much tea.
I don't think there is anything wrong with my drinking habits. And if I have to, I'll cut myself half a cup if I like. They say they cannot follow me. Clearly they can. It's a matter of stepping one foot in the other. Otherwise I like my tea in the afternoon and a nightcap before I go to bed. I dislike cats for many reasons. And I am not fond of hares for they have too much hair and are always so terribly late.
Bio:
Why are memories and clay the same? Easily influenced, easily molded by others. They say, but mouths just talk, and brains don’t remember as well. Sometimes nightmares are dreams and sometimes dreams are nightmares. They say the Queen did something to my head far too much, but she did a number of things to a number of heads and I am not quite sure which is mine.
There was a lot of red, but red can be a number of things. It can be a dress from a best friend, but it could be the last glimmer of life in a body. I saw a lot of dresses of red on soil, and a lot of bodies that no longered had dreams, had no longer a memory to mold.
The Queen barked orders, but she was not a dog. They say she was, but she quite clearly did not have enough hair, nor obedience to be a dog.
Why is tragedy the same as hope? Because one breeds the other. Tragedy strikes and seek out hope. A little glimmer of light they call hope, but when they have hope. When they hold that little light. Sequins on their red dress, they worry about the dark, like a black dress for a funeral scattered across the bed sheets.
Why is death like life? Because death brings life. Life brings death. When someone spreads themselves across you like a mirror, showing off that bright red dress, that spills across the bed like soil. You put that red dress on for the first time and it wouldn’t be the first time you put that dress on.
Why are friends and family the same? Because both come and go, like the coming and going of sacrifices made from those who wore red dresses. They spill onto your personal shore like waves crashing onto the tide.
So, then, the question remains. Who am I?
,lmao all good
I didn't know we were waiting on Hatter. Elsewise I'd had something up
I didn't know we were waiting on Hatter. Elsewise I'd had something up
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