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Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

Would you accept Red Hood?

Lord Wraith

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lol right? I think you should join in ^.^ could use another phenomenal writer such as yourself.

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Wraith you lurker! Whats up dude? Been a while!

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@The Patriarch Yeah... if Catman don't give his name, Waller won't hesitate to blow his head clean off. None of them WANT to give their name, Catman can't be an exception... Just my two cents, maybe DSW or Teal have a different opinion... -shrugs-

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@Teal Fixed it

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And posted. Um... sorry for the long read lol

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16 Hours Ago - A.R.G.U.S Plane - Destination: Bialya

Furrowing her eyebrows together underneath the split colored mask, Rose stared down the nearly-melted ice in the small tumbler of what used to be scotch just a few moments ago, provided of course, complimentary, by the plane's rather large stock of alcoholic beverages. Twisting her wrist around in a circular motion, causing the small ice chunks to clink together and against the glass, Rose kept her bright blue orbs on them, unable to remember when it was that she had actually finished off her drink. Shooting over a sideways glance to Captain Boomerang, Catman and the Reverse Flash, all seemingly too busy to coerce into refilling it for her, Rose huffed out an agitated sigh and pushed herself up from the lavish couch she had been reclining in to do it herself. Pouring herself a second drink (or was it her third?), Rose stumbled upon the realization that there was someone missing from the open space; but not just someone, the only person she gave a rats ass about on the entire planet anymore. Turning back around and surveying the room again, her thought process had been proven correct. The one-eyed merc was no where in sight. Pursing her lips together in a firm line, Rose looked to the right, and then the left. Both had quite a few choices of different doors on each end, but going by her gut instinct, there was only one place she knew where he might be. Keeping a firm hold on her glass, she headed left, following the small placard on the wall showing her to the ship's armory. He said that he wanted to have a talk with her later after all... and she had finally gotten her drink. No sense in putting it off another minute. Forever Evil. Those were the two words drifting around Slade's thought train. Dubbed by the media as a horrifying event of global scale. A villain uprising - heck, even described as the closest thing to an Armageddon. The media was keen to exaggerating for the sake of publicity, but the Mercenary had fact-checked the story and it was spot on. The villains caught in the aftermath were all dumped in containment units, back at A.R.G.U.S, further helping Slade's suspicion that Amanda might just try to get leverage of the whole situation. He was, after all, adjusted to working for bureaucrats and was familiar with their mindset. With the thought train departing from the station, the One-Eyed Mercenary made a return to the real world. To the left of the armory's table, there were two handguns, his trusted FN Five-Sevens, loaded with magazines and ready to rumble. On the right, there was a small device, resembling a grenade but equipped with a solar panel and enough energy to blow up an entire block. That was probably designed for use by A.R.G.U.S Mercenaries, in case they ever ran into an enemy such as Ultraman; the Reverse-Superman of this tale. Grabbing the small, round grenade and holding it up, like an aging pawnbroker holds a diamond ring, Slade's ears picked up footsteps coming his way accompanied by the sound of clinking. He casually tossed the grenade near his utility belt, where his mask resided nearby, before proceeding to work on his two lovely guns. Halting her steps for half a moment to allow the pressurized, motion-censored doors to open to her, Rose stepped inside, poking in her head in first, followed by the rest of her body after her bright blue orbs found the orange and blue suit she had become all too familiar with over the last year; thus of course was where Deathstroke himself was also. Taking a quick sip of her drink as she entered, she lowered the glass back down, realizing for the first time that he was without his mask. She stood there for just a couple moments, examining his older facial features and greying hair but beyond that, what Rose found most interesting, was the scar running underneath the black eye patch and halfway down his cheek. After a complete year of following up on everything she could get her hands on in relation to Deathstroke the Mercenary, there hadn't been a single thing that would have prepared her for what sort of man lay behind the mask physically, but pleasantly enough she wasn't disappointed. He was older, sure. Considerably so in relation to her own youth, but age was just a number, not to mention... older guys were more fun anyway. Clearing her head, pushing aside the flickering 'fan-girl' butterflies that had started to breed in her stomach, Rose continued in and hopped up on one of the stacked crates right next to where he had laid his mask and belt. Taking another drink first, she set the glass down beside her and picked up Deathstroke's mask, examining the shell, that no longer had the man behind it, with genuine curiosity. "So. I got my drink. You get your talk." Rose said casually before setting his mask back down carefully, not wanting to damage or scratch it in any way. Turning her head around on a swivel, quite obviously looking around at their surroundings, she eventually looked back to him. "Or we could just make use of this alone time, big guy." She threw out there, though the tone in which she used indicated that she already knew he wasn't about to bite. The girl's emergence from the motion censored doors reminded Slade of the little chit-chat they had back at the prison, and how he eagerly needed to clear up the circumstances that led to her adapting his style. Suddenly, he could almost feel that obnoxious sensation that ran through his spine when she deliberately mistook his statement for an invitation of sexual nature. It was at this point that he came to the realization there was no mask to cover his face, but chose to not make a big fuss about it upon recalling how loyal she appeared to be. Her constant flirtatious remarks were quickly ignored by Slade, who by now had developed an immunity against them. Sure, she had a toned body and a pretty face and was an overall fine specimen, but if he was going to prison, it was not gonna be for something as petty as having an affair with a minor. Even if she had magically advanced ten years, a workaholic like the legendary Deathstroke would still not budge, considering himself in a permanent relationship with his work. Finally opting to initiate the talk, Slade shoved his pistols aside and rolled himself around as much as the rotating chair allowed him to, now facing his number one fan girl. "Who are you?", he queried, his tone as quiet as his vocal chords could allow, but still maintaining the distinct feel to it and the efficient pauses in between words. Not even waiting for her to answer, he boosted himself up, taking a few small but confident steps towards the girl and reaching for his belt and mask, before further proceeding; "I could guess as much; gone through severe trauma at which point your brain began an intense overload. When you woke up, you learned you'd been rewired and then started idolizing all the wrong people, like me.",he spoke bluntly, unfazed by the fact that there might be a possibility of his casual remarks serving as an incentive for their undeveloped relationship to cripple. "I'd slap you across your smug face and tell you to get back to school, but I don't think that's something you can do at this point.", he continued. "So tell me; why me?" Rose kept her soft pink lips together as Deathstroke began to make observations and guesses about her; who she was, why she was the way she was. She wasn't exactly an open book, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that her life had been messed up somewhere along the way to be the way she was now. Waiting for him to finish, she reached back to her glass and raised it to her lips, finishing off the drink and set the glass back down. She waited for a few moments, ensuring that he was, indeed finished before the front she had been putting up for as long as she could remember spoke for her. "Not above hitting a girl, hmm? Good. I like to get rough every once in a while." Pausing for a moment to pull up her legs a bit, she crossed them underneath her and rested her hands down into her lap, looking very much like a child waiting for story time. Looking over his face again, now able to take in the details even better from their closer distance, she gave him a sort of sad, soft, genuine smile that only lasted half a moment before it was replaced by a slight smirk. She raised her hand up, waving it in the air dismissively before resting it back in her lap. "Don't worry. I was fucked up years before Luthor decided to make me his guinea pig. You just happened to be skipping on by when I was looking for my next adventure to fill." She let her eyes settle on his one, her facial expression turning a mite-bit more serious. "One year ago. Christmas Eve." She stated, as though that was all she needed to say to have him understand when and where it was that she had seen him 'skipping on by.' Old man Wilson slightly lifted himself up from the wheeled chair, spinning it around then placing his hands on top of the headrest. The mention of Christmas Eve took him back, back at that snowy night in which his first scuffle with the new and improved Batman took place. They were both on even grounds in the duration of the battle, which was abandoned halfway as soon as Batman got wind of another one of Joker's overly complicated schemes. At that moment, Slade let out a nostalgic smirk, conscious of the fact that what was considered just another engagement with Gotham's finest was, in fact, a life changing event for a kid who was observing from up the hills. "Then, you hatched this plan. To get yourself imprisoned into Belle Reeve and extract me out. What went wrong is that your little plan provoked a chain reaction which led to you being branded with an X-shaped bomb in your neck.", Slade resumed the story, relieved that a huge chunk of the puzzle finally came together. Darting his sight at her in a slightly inquisitive manner, he repeated his initial question which had passed unanswered. "You still didn't answer my first question. Why me? Why not The Bat?" Chuckling a bit to herself, though lacking any amusement behind it, Rose pulled her legs out from under her and one leg after the other, swung it over the top of the chair back until both of her boots were planted on the chair's seat between his hands. Hunching her back over a bit, she wrapped her arms around her knees, holding her chest to them slightly as she thought over the best way to answer his question. She hadn't exactly talked about it before, none of the Teen Titans understood... Dick wouldn't even understand. She was just... different from all of them; never really belonged. She just didn't know why until she happened upon Deathstroke that cold, December night. "Bats couldn't handle me. Besides, I couldn't rock the green tights." She started, unable to help throwing in a quick jape at Dick before he had become Nightwing, though Deathstroke wouldn't have known that, so she let go with the implied meaning of the boy wonder 'Robin' that Batman helped shape; it was sort of an inside joke with herself, making her feel all the more lonely for half a moment. Lifting her chin up for a moment, looking up at him as he was now standing, her smirky-smile returned. Lifting her hand back up a bit, she tentatively moved her fingers to the collar of his metal suit that was otherwise hidden by the bottom of the mask he wore, tracing the edge and letting her eyes watch her fingers move across the cool metal. "I guess you could say, I just like the way you move. Similar enough already to the way I like to take care of things. Got me in a lot of trouble with people who were supposed to be my friends." His cold gauntlet, a perfect match to his personality, got a hold of Ravager's hand as she tried to get him in the mood, shoving her small but most lethal hand away like it was capable of transmitting some kind of disease. He was in a dilemma; in one hand, she could be easily manipulated, molded to do his bidding. In the other, she was more than likely to get him in more trouble. He needed to come to a mutual agreement with her so as to avoid the chances of her erratic behavior causing turmoil. Neither of the options truly benefited him, so he decided to find something in the middle. "Captain Boomerang believes you're my child, and so do the rest.", Slade uttered in a suggestive manner, tapping his mask to his armored chest as he sneaked his solar grenade on the right side pouch, located near his ribs. "We're gonna go along with their assumptions. Whatever your name is, you're a Wilson now, Slade Wilson's child. Don't blow it", the One-Eyed Mercenary finished, ending his statement with a warning. With the rumors that the Deathstroke female look-a-like is actually proven to be his child, she would become the target of numerous attacks with the motive to gain leverage over her 'father', which would provide Slade a strategic advantage and the chance to cherish the surprised looks on their faces when they would discover it was all a ploy. "Needless to say you gotta put a stop to your flirtatious remarks, at least in public.", the Mercenary continued, holstering his loaded guns in the dual slots running down his waist. Pushing the revolving seat back to the desk, he eventually placed the mask on his face, fully embracing the Deathstroke persona. Retreating her hand back as he so callously brushed it away, she folded it back around her bent knees over the chair. Her soft pink lips parted slightly as she listened to his proposal, staring back at him with her blue eyes filled with piqued curiosity. She lifted up her legs a bit as, who she know new as Slade Wilson, pulled the chair away and returned it to the desk, having already committed his name to memory. She liked it. It was fitting for him. A hardened name for a hardened man. It made sense, really. Having her as 'his daughter' would be a hell of a lot easier to explain than his 'avid fan he knew nothing about until today.' "Rose." She said softly, before repeating her name once again, eager to try out her 'new last name.' "Rose Wilson." A slight tingle rolled down her spine at the use of his last name, an overwhelming pulse of both pride and desire filling up her chest and lower abdomen forcing her shoulders to hunch together a bit more, her back bending a little with it. "Yeah, sure, I guess it works. Though I thought I'd be calling you 'daddy' under more... pleasurable circumstances, but this will do for now." Using her arms, she pushed herself off of the crate, letting her boots hit the floor and standing at her full five feet, two inches forcing her to crane her head up to look at him as he re-adorned his mask, in which she saw in a slightly different light now. Raising her hand, she extended out her pointer finger and jabbed him a bit roughly on his chest plate. "Alright look, if this is gonna work, we at least have to know some pretty basic shit about one another. Favorite food, favorite color, favorite way to kill a man, favorite sex position..." She stopped and shrugged her shoulders, pulling her hand back. "And I suppose I'll have to work on my American accent a bit, unless my hypothetical mother is Aussie and you can prove you spent a good amount of time in my home country." "Good point.", Slade said, slightly lifting his head up to the ceiling where a light bulb should have been. Instead, the only source of light in the otherwise small room was a lamp set up in one of the crates which was switched off at that moment. There was also a pocket-sized window in the wall to the villains' left which, besides enabling a good view of the clouds, also dragged some light inside. After a brief moment of staring at the ceiling, his head reverted back at the previous position. He was no ladies man, but he did have a few flings in the past, short lasting, but of enough importance to occupy a place in his crowded mind. He used them as a basis for the fake backstory. "As you said, your mother is Australian. She raised you during my hiatus and, half-way through got help from your step-father, a nice, timid IT consultant whom you loathed because you're an ungrateful little brat. You inherited your powers and your blonde hair from me, while you got everything else from your mother, who killed herself after seven months of living under anti-depressants.", Slade stated, quickly and without bothering to catch his breath. He was wondering how much truth was there in that fake story. He had already deduced that the girl, Rose, was lacking a proper father figure, otherwise how would one explain her unhealthy infatuation with him. Hints of negligence by her mother could also be seen, although to a lesser effect. "Did you catch my drift, or do you want me to repeat myself?", he shot a glance at the girl, only then realizing that she'd probably replace the statement's context with some cheesy joke of sexual nature. Keeping unnaturally quiet for once, Rose pursed her lips as she listened to the fabricated story Slade pulled out of his ass, nodding slightly once he was finished. A slight exhale of relief came from her as she then realized that she wouldn't have to go to great lengths to try to cover up her accent, but his story had her also thinking back to her mother and what had really happened. Her bright blue eyes seemed to lose a little life, but just as quick as it came, it was gone and she gave Slade an arrant smirk. "I can deal with that, much better than my real-life story anyway." She said truthfully. At least in this story, she had a father-figure of some sort. The origin to her real father was unknown, not even her own mother could tell her who he was, but that life was left behind in Australia when her mother decided it was high-time they move to America for a new and better life. Well, that didn't exactly work out... for either of them. "So long as we don't run into Nightwing or any of the Teen Titans, that story is good to go." She added on after a bit, realizing that Dick was fully aware as to how she came by her powers, which meant the entire tower probably knew by now. That was the only hiccup, however, as not even Dick could prove that Slade wasn't her father. Not without a full-on blood test, which, realistically having been trained by the Bat, wasn't all that far-fetched. "Teen Titans?", Slade questioned, a sudden increase of interest shown in the change of his tone. That was something he couldn't deduce at first. Her volatile behavior, her unhealthy obsessions with a long list of things that are plain wrong - those were not qualities of a hero/heroine, at least not your conventional heroine, so she couldn't have worked alongside the Teen Titans. Wiping his surprised look off his face, that was covered by his steely mask anyway, he queried once again. "Were you affiliated with them?" Taking half a step closer to Slade, feeling somewhat more confident in her movements as she had detected the slight change in his voice, she ran her hand over the chest plate where she had jabbed him earlier, watching her hand move across the cool metal before looking back up at him, still holding fast to her smirk. "Keep me alive during this suicide mission and I'll owe you a story." She replied rather cheekily before raising up to the balls of her feet and planted a soft kiss on the cold metal of where his cheek would be under the mask. Returning back to flat feet, Rose turned her back to him at the same time and picked up her empty tumbler. "But right now, I need a refill." She half-heartedly explained and headed towards the exit, her hips swinging in her naturally alluring way. Turning her head to look over her shoulder at him as the doors hissed back open, she flashed him a white smile, raising her free hand to issue a half-assed salute in mockery before heading outside to the hall. "See ya 'round, daddy!" Eying her playful motions as she made her way back to the hall, Slade took a few steps towards one of the crates, the one which was positioned adjacent to the lamp. He sat on top of it, grunting as he did, wiping traces of Rose's lips from his mask and then looking at his gauntlet, apathetically. He threw a glance at the motion-censored door from where Rose waltzed by before darting his gaze towards one corner of the room, where his blade and sword were located. The Mercenary's head had become a dark, crowded place at this point. In addition to the risk of having his head blown off by a stuck-up government pencil neck, he also had to take care of his 'daughter' now. As his eyes lingered at his feet for a minute or two, he lifted himself up, exclaiming almost inaudibly "I'm gonna need to learn some prayers", before adding his melee weapons to his arsenal and making his way out of the dimly lit room.

Presently - Bialya Safehouse

Stepping into the dimly lit room that was to be their safe house for the time being, Rose made a point to keep her tiny frame behind Slade and Reverse Flash, with Catman and Captain Boomerang behind her. If the years of tactical training with Nightwing had taught her anything, it was to not venture into unknown territory out front, and always watch your back. This way, being in the middle as she was, the others in a sense were doing the work for her. Though of the two, she would have rather put her faith in Captain Boomerang than Catman to watch her back. Catman could just be used as cannon fodder for all she cared. Every 'team' needed an expendable pawn. Just as the door closed behind them, and just as Rose was starting to adjust her masked eyes to her surroundings, the door behind them closed and the intercom took over her attention. "My name is Amanda Waller. And what I've done is brought you all here to do a task for me. You, as a team, are going to assassinate this woman-" As the image of their target came up on the screen that Rose just realized was there, she leaned her head back forward towards Slade so that he could hear her hushed whisper. "Didn't she already give us her name?" "-Who goes by the name of Queen Bee. Her real name isn't known, but we do know that she has superhuman lieutenants she keeps on her. Your job is to capture or kill these lieutenants, shut down her nuclear weaponry, and assassinate Queen Bee. Your first step is to identify those lieutenants at a ball in your civilian Identities, so I suggest you start revealing yourselves to each other." Folding her arms across her chest, Rose couldn't help the slight snort at the mention of the woman's alias. "And they think I'm full of myself." She muttered to no one in particular. At the prospect of needing to start revealing their identities to one another, Rose couldn't help but to quirk an eyebrow, looking around the room and noticing for the first time that their small little group of 'misfits' were not alone. Blue eyes hopping from one new body to the next, she came across all figures that were not at all familiar to her, save for the man who at first she thought was Superman himself and was halfway to pulling out her katanas when upon further investigation appeared only to be a look-alike. Strange. Looking down at her own outfit, and then the matching plated armor of the one-eyed merc in front of her, she shrugged her narrow shoulders and relaxed her hand back to her side. Okay, maybe not that strange. Slade withdrawing a weapon had her thoughts snapping immediately back to the present, her blue eyes looking the Superman-man over, as though trying to size him up. Her soft pink lips parted slightly, watching the weapon being literally melted in Slade's hands and couldn't help the protective half-step forward closer to Slade but Superman-man already had Slade lifting off the ground. Blue eyes narrowing something fierce under her mask, feeling helpless as all she could do was watch the banter between the two men. Just as it seemed that Slade had taken over the situation, using a glowing grenade as assurance, the juiced-up Superman sent Slade flying back into the wall. Before she even knew what she was doing, her reflexes took over. Both hands shot back and withdrew her katanas, holding her body in a defensive position with the blades wielded in front of her. Even in the dim lighting the edge's caught the reflection, a clear indication that what she was holding was no ordinary metal. Before she could do anything she would later regret, however, Slade was talking again, and giving up their names after one of the men she didn't at all recognize spoke up, offering their own names as well. Names that didn't mean anything to her aside from Clark Kent, who, everyone in the Titans Tower knew as one of the bigger names in Metropolis. So did that make this guy a clone? Or furthermore, did that make the real Clark Kent the real Superman? There was a quick movement, and before Rose even realized what was going on, the man who had introduced himself as Thomas Wayne Junior was up in the air and on Slade. She barely had time to react before the man's face came into contact with Slade's mask, which he at least had time to place back over his face before contact. A flood of adrenaline spiked through her blood stream, her eyes glossing over for half a second seeing Captain Boomerang, more or less, deescalating the situation. Coming out of her trance, her body physically relaxed, her swords dropping just a bit as she watched Captain Boomerang step forward, repeating just what it was that she had seen not even seconds ago. But at least knowing that he would catch the attention of other gave her a few seconds head-start. Quietly, Rose slipped over to the man dressed as an Owl, hearing Slade's spare gun clicking as the safety had been removed. Coming up behind Thomas, she stood to her full height and made an 'X' with the twin blades, pressing them lightly against the man's neck over his suit listening to the metal of the twin katanas 'sing' at their close proximity to one another. Pulling away one hand quickly, practically ripping off her mask and tossing it to the floor at Slade's side (no longer seeing a need for it here) she returned the blade to where it was before hand and replied, "Can I remind everyone what complete crap this is?" She pressed the blades into his suit just a fraction more. "Turn down the testosterone, back the fuck off, and lets all at least pretend to be normal ants under the magnifying glass here."

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Working on a post now guys. Should have it up soon.

Once Upon a Time...

Henry Carlyle/Cheshire Cat

Name: Edric Liddell, 'Cheshire Cat', Henry Carlyle Appearance (Edric Liddell): Appearance (Henry Carlyle): Appearance (Chsehire Cat): Wardrobe Style: When in The Enchanted Forest, Edric's clothing style is rather elegant, his typical outfit consisting of a frock coat of knee-length or longer over a waistcoat and undershirt of similar colors and patterns, along with dark colored trousers and leather shoes. He keeps a pocket watch and chain in his waistcoat pocket both as an accessory and utility. When in Storybrooke, Henry opts to wear a black or gray tie-less three-piece suit with a white or light blue button-up shirt underneath and slightly beat up brown leather shoes. While in Storybrooke, he keeps a Rotary Gents watch strapped to his left wrist and will don a pair of rectangle-framed tortoiseshell glasses, though it is highly debated if he needs them.

Enchanted Forest Example Outfit

Storybrooke Example Outfit

Age: 33 Affiliation: Chaotic Neutral Status & Job: Former Stage Magician, currently Storybrooke English Teacher, Illusionist Magic Capabilities: A highly skilled magic-user, Edric's magical ability is focused more towards deception and misdirection as opposed to more outright offensive (Fireballs, Heart Crushing, etc.) spells. A master of illusion, Edric is capable of tricking the mind of nearly anyone he wishes with powerful hallucinations that affect all five senses. These range from casting such things as simple parlor tricks to creating a false pitfall or conjuring an illusory beast to strike fear and discord into his enemies. Edric is capable of creating illusory copies of himself that are virtually indistinguishable from his real self, using this ability to fool enemies into attacking the copies which simply fade away upon being struck. Edric can alter his or others attire, voice, and physical aspect with seemingly no limit to resemble another person. He can utilize this power to simply change his outfit as the need calls for it, to disguise himself as anyone he so pleases, or to even falsify a condition such as a missing appendage. Edric can use hypnosis as a means to influence the mind of others with subtle commands, though the individual willpower of the victim determines how affected they are. He displays mastery over teleportation, and can easily appear in places seemingly impossible to enter through normal means. Edric can render himself completely invisible to whoever he wishes, utilizing a trick of the mind as opposed to a manipulation of light waves. Edric is capable of using this power on others as well. Lastly, Edric can shift between human and feline form at will, though this power is nullified in Storybrooke. Weapons: None, though he is becoming more fine-tuned to wielding weaponry, preferring throwing knives as a way to deal with enemies while displaying adept skill with a dagger. Skills: Edric was born to be a showman, extremely charismatic and eloquent with a sharp wit to boot. His friendly, cheery demeanor and warm inviting smile are usually enough to defuse any tension in a situation with ease. Edric's natural way with words, as well as an ample amount of ingenuity and creativity make him as capable a liar as he is a speaker, able to spin tales together into capable falsehoods with little-to-no indication of deception. As a result of Edric's apparent maturity upon returning from The Enchanted Forest and Wonderland, he's overcome most, if not all of his emotional turmoil, as well as adopting much of The Cheshire Cat's patience and long-term thinking into his own lifestyle, making him slower, more calculated; less likely to form haphazard plans or make rash actions. Edric is a quick learner, and can pick up on most any skill in a relatively short amount of time, though he finds the creative arts more to his liking as opposed to anything laborious. Because of his interest in such topics, as well as bouncing from job-to-job in New York, Edric displays adept skill in cooking, mixology, singing, dancing, photography, and art. Talents: Edric has inherit dexterity and reflexes that are far above-average, the skills he gained as a street magician only furthering this ability. As such, he can execute sleight of hand, card tricks, and even a bit of pickpocketing with ease when the need calls for it. Though not much of a musician back home, Edric has an inborn talent to play music, specifically the piano, an instrument he is well-practiced in, his natural deftness coming in handy when it comes to playing. Edric is an avid reader of books, his thirst for knowledge coupled with his quick learning allow him to absorb information like a sponge; becoming well-versed in the topics of history, literature, mythology, magic, psychology, philosophy, and religion as a result. Strengths: Edric's time living alone in The Enchanted Forest before being roped into Rumpelstiltskin's plans has left him with a heightened sense of instinct and perception, as well as heightened senses and reflexes. He can sniff out deceit or disguise easily, and is rarely tricked, though it has happened before. Edric is a capable researcher, highly skilled at finding information wherever he can. This makes him well-prepared for most situations that will arise as he constantly hungers for new things to learn. His time spent in poverty in Wonderland before becoming a magician allows him to empathize with the common people, as well as leave him a capable set of "street-smarts". Lastly, Edric is quite aware of his attractive features, and thusly never wastes an opportunity to look nice, whether it be how he styles his hair, dresses, or otherwise presents himself. Though not the richest man around, he strives to look the richest. Weaknesses: Though toning down his licentious, womanizing nature, as well as attempting to grow up and settle down, Edric's biggest weakness still lies in his cowardice and unwillingness to confront issues. He's been a runner for many years, and doesn't have any intentions of stopping. As a result of this, Edric will suppress his issues inside of him, as opposed to openly facing up to them. This causes him to shell up and push away others who would like to help, sometimes adding a cutting or cruel remark in order to ensure they stay away. Secondly, Edric still can be somewhat arrogant at times, due both to his magical prowess, as well as his intelligence. Because of this, he can occasionally come across as rude or insulting, though this is far more subdued than it was before. Lastly, Edric still has the small battle of the nasty smoking and drinking habit he picked up over the course of his life. Though far from out of control, it is still a bad habit he needs to quit. Relationships: Mr. Gold -Strongly dislikes Mr. Gold/Rumpelstiltskin for personal reasons, who shares this animosity in kind. However, the both of them are seen commonly speaking or assisting each other, though this is more likely out of common need than benevolence. Regina Mills -Shares a mutual disdain with The Evil Queen, known in this land as Mayor Regina Mills. Though considering her a nemesis to be vanquished, Edric does revel in the fact that there is information he knows but she does not. Alice Liddell -Had a very deep, loving bond with his thought-deceased sister, Alice; whose return has brought with it much shock and surprise. Though the two have a long way to go in rebuilding the relationship, Edric retains hope things can return to the way they were. Jefferson Madden -Was the childhood friend of The Mad Hatter, Jefferson Madden, and maintained this friendship even after Alice's thought execution. Though somewhat shaky due to being separated for longer than five years, the two of them have an almost brotherly relationship in how they interact and talk to each other. Heather Jekyll -Is the true love of Dr. Faye Stevenson, known as Dr. Heather Jekyll in the Land Without Color. Though originally a volatile relationship due to his noncommittal behavior and unwillingness to be serious, he is finally starting to settle down and accept Heather as his one true love. Evelyn Hyde -Has an interesting relationship with Evelyn Hyde. Though she is as much a part of the whole individual as Heather is, Henry is painfully aware that one wrong step could end with the violent woman slaughtering him. Nonetheless, the two of them oftentimes share provocative conversations, usually ending with a night of passion. Mark Dufresne -Has a friendly but not close relationship with Nick Chopper, otherwise known as Mark Dufresne. Though the two have clashing personalities and interests that make most chats awkward, Henry will nevertheless seek the older man out for sensible advice and guidance when he feels lost, the woodsman more than happy to oblige. Ruby Lucas -Gets along well enough with Ruby, or Red Riding Hood. Though he never interacted much with her persona in The Enchanted Forest, he finds himself getting along with her Storybrooke counterpart quite well. Though at one point physically attracted to her (ending in a drunken lovemaking session) Edric tries to keep the relationship purely platonic. Knox Kowalski -Shares mutual disdain with Knox Kowalski, otherwise known as the personification of the Night. Though interacting with him little, Edric views Knox as little more than a brooding misanthrope. Robert Leland -Has interacted very little with Count Roland, known in this world as Sheriff Robert Leland. Despite barely knowing each other aside from name and occupation, Edric holds him at a distance as the sheriff's curse causes him to be a completely-loyal servant to Regina's will, obeying her every command. David Nolan-Dislikes David Nolan for his 'trespassing' onto Edric's and Snow White's friendship. Though Edric holds an air of brittle courtesy around the 'King', he will make his disdain known on occasion. Besides all this, Edric harbors no wish of rebellion or revolution, simply too uncaring of authority to be so bold. Nonetheless, Edric will never refer to him as 'King', or 'Your Majesty'. Snow White -Maintains an acquaintance with Snow White, or Mary Margaret...though the relationship is far from being what it was years ago, due both to Snow's shift in behavior and his hatred of order and rules. Edric fears the friendship may be severed soon, unless it is saved by both parties involved. Mother Superior - Victor Frankenstein - Cora Mills - Killian Jones - Others-Edric gets along relatively well with the rest of Storybrooke's citizens, though he could hardly be considered 'close' to any of them. Nevertheless, his warm and friendly demeanor make it easy for others to talk to him. Brief Bio: Transformed into a grinning cat by Rumpelstiltskin's dark magic, a strange turn of events has allowed the illusionist operating under the name Alexandre to find himself in the Land Without Magic, free from the effects of the Evil Queen's Curse, retaining the memories of his other life. The Cat, calling himself Henry Carlyle was transported to New York, an undoubtedly daunting location for his first trip to the Land Without Magic. Quickly being forced to adjust himself to modern technologies and styles, Henry spent the first five years of his trip bouncing from job to job, becoming a seasoned veteran of the modern world. Eventually feeling himself lose purpose of his true mission, Henry pooled his funds together and made the expensive journey to Maine, to break the Dark Curse and free the inhabitants of The Enchanted Forest and beyond from the Evil Queen's grasp. Other: Though an expert in modern-day pop culture, Edric's interests are far more 'vintage' in style. His most prized possession is a Walkman cassette tape player loaded to the brim with Oldie pieces from the early 1900s. He also enjoys a good book from that time period, the classics being the most interesting to read, in his opinion. Also, on a slightly strange note, Edric has an odd addiction to candy, either keeping a moderate amount in his pockets or fishing to grab some from anyone foolish enough to have some available. Lastly, while Edric is currently driving a rather worn-down Nissan Leopard, he is currently pooling funds together for an Eggshell Blue Citroën DS 21 Pallas.

Once Upon a Time...

Mr. Gold / Rumpelstiltskin

Name: Rumpelstiltskin, ‘The Dark One,’ Mr. Gold Appearance (Rumpelstiltskin): Appearance (Mr. Gold): Age: Unknown, at least 300 years old.

Affiliation: Neutral Evil

Status and Job: Mr. Gold, Pawnbroker and Antiques Salesman, Sorcerer

Magic Capabilities: There is very little that Rumpelstiltskin can’t do, however he is limited to realm jumping on a whim, forcing someone to fall in love and bringing back the dead. Being the best person to understand magic coming with a price, there isn’t anything he can’t or won’t do to remain superior against other magic users.

Weapons: Rumpelstiltskin mainly uses his magic as a weapon, however he is known to use items such as daggers and swords from time to time. He also has a bad habit of beating people around with his cane.

Skills: Mr. Gold has the ability to outright make you squirm. He knows how to pull all the right strings to make his puppets (you) dance; and since what he has to offer is always so much greater than what others have to offer him, he can keep the puppet show going on for years at a time. He's a phenomenal negotiator, always making sure that he comes out on top in some way, even if it's just the simple notion of taking something useless to him while downright precious to someone else. He also has an uncanny way of telling when he is being lied to, and often-times calls the liar out on it.

Talents: Mr. Gold spends what little free time he has reading and tidying up the shop and his home or more often than not, spinning at his spinning wheel. He seems to have a hand in knowledge in most everything; from gardening to basic medicine. A real jack-of-all-trades.

Strengths: Magic and Power, both of which he has the up-most control over. As the town's pawnbroker, Mr. Gold pretty much has his hand in everyone's lives in one way or another. Whether it be exchanging valuable items for some quick cash, or hunting them down for the over-priced rent that seems to keep getting higher and higher, Mr. Gold is always there. However, this isn't necessarily always a bad thing to other people. Mr. Gold hardly passes up an opportunity of making a deal, therefore if someone has the right price to pay, Mr. Gold can get them out of practically anything and he, in return, will benefit from it.

Weaknesses: Rumor has it that there is a magical artifact that can kill The Dark One. Mr. Gold is what a lot of people in Storybrooke would call 'unfriendly.' He hasn't a true friend to his name despite what people might say about his relationship with The Mayor, and with that he is oftentimes seen alone when not making deals with people. He can oftentimes be very head-strong and come off as aggressive and intimidating, making him hard to approach. He also has a vulnerable soft spot in his heart for Belle, his one true love. He is very quick to anger, having a very short temper, especially when someone brings up his past or his lost daughter.

Relationships: Rumpelstiltskin seems to know of just about everyone just about everywhere (across all the realms included), whether or not they know or are aware of him is another story. As such, Mr. Gold knows EVERYONE in Storybrooke, seeing as they have all come to him at some point for help or he had to go to them to hassle them out of rent money. Unfortunately for Storybrooke, everyone also knows Mr. Gold and have a few less than moral stories about their encounters with him in the past. Edric Liddell - Although Mr. Gold personally can't stand Edric for his outrageous personality that is so unlike his own, Mr. Gold has had to take great lengths to reach out to Edric to steer him in the right direction for his own benefit. He doesn't pretend to like Edric, but he keeps an air of civility when speaking with him. Edric was a pawn to Rumpelstiltskin since before they ever met (thanks to his power of foresight). It was because of Rumpelstiltskin that Edric was cursed into the body of The Cheshire Cat for a number of years. It was also because of Rumpelstiltskin that Edric ‘lost’ his sister Alice to The Queen of Hearts, therefore breaking the man down emotionally so that he could build him right back up to the man that he needed Edric to be in order to break Regina’s curse. With the curse now broken, Mr. Gold has no more use of Edric, and could care less about him or his problems. Heather Jekyll - Mr. Gold hasn't spent much time with Faye in Storybrooke for obvious reasons. She doesn't like him and he doesn't like her. He went through various means to bring the Doctor from another world to him because revealed to him in a vision, there was something about her that he needed to further his plans in Storybrooke for finding Baelfire. While staying at The Dark Castle with him, Rumpelstiltskin made a deal to train Heather in the art of magic, taking her on as his apprentice. There isn't a particular reason he doesn't like the Head Doctor of Storybrooke other than the fact that she has nothing to offer him and has yet to make any sort of deal with him. She is one of the few people who pays rent on time and in full, never having to cause for a squabble or heated discussion where he is used to force his influence into the matter, and that somewhat irks him. Plainly, he has nothing to dislike about her, and that in itself gives him reason to not care for her. Of course, there are a few things that she knows about him that he would have liked to keep to himself, such as the cancer he had while Storybrooke was still cursed, his addiction to cigarettes and alcohol and various other little things that could tarnish his reputation. Evelyn Hyde - Mr. Gold finds Evelyn Hyde absolutely fascinating. He knows her to be a woman who will get the job done, regardless of who is in her way and what lengths it takes to get there. He can relate to this woman, and on a few occasions the two of them were able to just sit down and have a pleasant conversation about such things. It doesn't happen very often, but Evelyn seems to be one of the only people in Storybrooke he would be willing to seek out of pleasantries. He has also made a deal with the woman that he would not harm a hair on Heather Jekyll’s head so long as she cooperates when he wishes to speak with her counterpart. A second deal made between the two was for his aide to help Heather in finding a way to get Edric and the others back from where the portal sent them in exchange for killing Regina in cold blood, but since Evelyn kept Regina alive, that deal is no longer in effect. Ruby Lucas - After a very awkward time nearly five years ago when his guilt got the better of him and offered a very drunk Ruby Lucas a ride home in the middle of a pouring thunderstorm, the young woman tried making a physical pass at him within his own car. Mr. Gold, of course, did not appreciate the notion and stopped his car immediately, kicking her right back out onto the streets to walk the rest of the way home. He is unsure whether or not the waitress remembers this, but he makes an avid point of avoiding her...just in case. His brush with Ruby as Red back in their home land is minimal save for healing her injuries when she took on Belle in her beast form to save the village from her blood lust. It was also Rumpelstiltskin who gave her grandmother the red cloak that keeps her from transforming to the wolf. Granny - Mr. Gold has a complicated relationship with old Widow Lucas. The headstrong woman always gives him trouble when rent is due, and most times than naught she's unafraid to voice her open opinion on him. He owns the Bed and Breakfast, but not the diner, which causes a bit of trouble any time he wants to eat out and the woman goes out of her way to make sure it isn't a pleasant experience, whether it being charging extra for stupid little fees he's never heard about, or 'accidentally' getting his order wrong. Back in The Enchanted Forest, it was Rumpelstiltskin who Granny went to go see about getting her granddaughter, Red, a magical cloak that would keep her from turning. In exchange, Old Widow Lucas was forced to give up her own grandmother’s heirloom that she held most dear to her. Knox Kowalski - He doesn't bother Knox, and Knox doesn't bother him. Surprisingly enough, Knox's home is one of the very few places in Storybrooke that the Pawnbroker doesn't own, and therefore doesn't even have to bother Knox for rent. His encounter with Knox’s other persona, Night, is minimal at best, though he knows who he is, what he is, how he is… he just doesn’t care nor did Rumpelstiltskin have any need for him. Belle - His life, his true love, his world. Mr. Gold will go to great lengths for Belle, insuring her safety as an over protective body guard of sorts. He will go out of his way to ensure that she has everything she needs and won't hesitate to bring an end to anyone who might even look at her the wrong way. Truly, Belle is the only one that can get through to him when his anger is at a point of no return and he will do whatever it is that she wishes. When those requests don't lie inside of what he personally wants, however, he uses his play on words to get what it is that he wants, while still making Belle happy. It's a very, very complicated relationship. He had imprisoned her father after he lost his way trying to get back home. Belle came to take his place, and has served as his caretaker for many, many months until one day, they shared a kiss and his curse was nearly broken. Angered, he sent her away, setting her free and was forced to watch from a distance as she married Gaston, convinced that he truly didn’t love her. Jealous, Rumpelstiltskin cast a curse on Gaston, turning him into a beast. Belle, the kind soul that she is, went after Gaston and tried to calm him down. Thinking that true loves kiss could break the curse, she kissed him, only for her to take on the curse instead (it not being true love) and killed Gaston in cold blood as the beast. Now with a secret guilt that it was by his hand his Belle has to endure such hardships, he dare not reveal it to her, for he is still a great coward. After he watched her die, only to come back to him in Storybrooke, his protective hold and watch on her has only intensified greatly. Though he still keeps secrets, even from her. Mark Dufresne - Mr. Gold has a strange...sympathy for this man, perhaps for the very same reason the Pawnbroker has sympathy for himself; the loss of a child. He has never spoken to Mark about this particular matter, however, as the curse has just been broken and memories restored, but once in a while when the curse was still active and Mr. Gold hears that the firefighter is having a bit of trouble financially, the rent amount owed to Mr. Gold suddenly goes down... just a bit... Now, with memories restored, he would be more than happy to help Mark with getting his son back. Legally of course. He knows Mark’s other self, Nick Chopper (or, The Tin Man) but their correlation with one another is null. Regina Mills - Someone Mr. Gold loves to hate, and hates to love. Regina may be the worst person around when it comes to Storybrooke even compared to himself, and exactly the wrong person to hold the kind of power she does as Mayor, but she also has her uses as well. Having a very long and complicated history with the disgraced Queen, he keeps her at arms length and on a leash at all times, able to go to her when he needs her, and able to keep her away when he doesn't. There are a few instances that Regina catches him off guard, however, and it is for these reasons alone he wants nothing more than to just end her life to make his just a bit more easy, but refrains from doing so because she can still be worth something to him, relieved somewhat that Hyde wasn’t able to go through and kill her like he had wanted after finding out what she had done to Belle. He knew about Regina before she was even born (thanks to his power of foresight) and even from the day she was born, he had every hand in her upbringing, even if it was from far away and they hadn’t officially met until she was practically a grown woman. He shaped her then even more, training her in magic and twisting her into the heartless bitch she is today; the perfect person to cast his curse for him so that he may be reunited with Baelfire. Mason Mills - He has no idea why, (well yes he does, he just doesn't want to admit it) Mr. Gold has a soft spot for the Mayor's adoptive son. There's something in those wide brown eyes and dimpled smile that simply warms the Pawnbroker's heart, and can't help but to show the boy a great mount of sincerity and gentleness whenever he is around. Thankfully, Mayor Mills hasn't quite caught onto this as of yet because he KNOWS that she will use that against him. Deep in his heart, all he wants is to bring Mason back together with his real father, Nick Chopper, but he does not regret his decision in bringing Mason and Regina together, as it was a beautiful play on his part in his and Regina’s game of chess, and truly, she has proven to be an excellent mother to him. Snow White - The would be Snow White having just come out of her coma, Mr. Gold can't help but to offer his subtle help to the girl whenever he can because he knows that by helping Mary Margaret, he's hurting Regina, and that alone is worthy of any price he would otherwise ask for. His affiliation with Snow goes way back to The Enchanted Forest when she was just a little girl, giving Cora that extra nudge and idea to send her horse running wild to have Regina save her so that King Leopold would want to marry her. Various other deals he has made with the bandit princess span a great number of years, and though Snow always got what she wanted, so did Rumpelstiltskin. David Nolan - Mr. Gold still has no idea what Regina was thinking when she made a different persona for this world's Prince Charming. Well, that's not true he does know what Regina was thinking; nothing. Absolutely nothing. He's a complete joke to the regal prince he had helped to shape over the years, and can't help but to roll his eyes and help push him in the right direction with obvious irritation. Now with the curse broken, and memories restored, Mr. Gold has shown very little interest in helping David in any way, unless the payment in return is something absolutely worth his while. Rumpelstiltskin is responsible for turning the shepherd into a prince, having taken his twin brother while still infants to be placed under the care of King George, when Prince James was killed, Rumpelstiltskin jumped on the opportunity to make David the new prince. This of course, helped his chances to create true love by bringing Charming and Snow White together. Robert Leland - Mr. Gold has an obvious dislike for the town's sheriff, simply because he also happens to be the Mayor's lap dog and play thing. He feels a tinge of pity for the man, who otherwise has no choice but to comply to Her Majesties every wish since it was he who had made that arrangement (indirectly) but now with the knowledge that Robert has gone against Regina and had reunited him with Belle (who he had thought to be dead) he now feels Robert to be a bit more...tolerable... Mother Superior - Grumpy and the other Dwarves - Victor Frankenstein - Cora Mills - Killian Jones - Jefferson Madden -

Brief Bio: Very little is known about Rumpelstiltskin himself, as the rumors about him seem to confuse the truth with each passing year. One solid fact remains, however, is that Rumpelstiltskin used to be an ordinary man, a poor man with a small family that has since vanished (and no one knows as to why). Overcome with the need for power, Rumpelstiltskin cursed himself into becoming The Dark One and has since reigned down horror and trickery upon all those whom he wishes to cross paths with. There is no escaping The Dark One, and once you make a deal with him, there is no going back. In Storybrooke, Mr. Gold is the one guy everyone loves to hate, unfortunately the people of Storybrooke can't 'casually avoid' Mr. Gold the way they can with Madam Mayor, because without a doubt he will find you if need be. He lives with Belle in a large, Victorian-styled estate (a Queen Anne), rivaled to that of Regina's, and runs a pawn shop all on his own. And though they hate him, the people of Storybrooke just can't live without him, as he seems to be the very cornerstone of the small town, keeping everything together and running smooth. Well, as smooth as things can get with a man who loves to watch ants squirm under a magnifying glass. It's not very often, but sometimes Mr. Gold can be caught with a cigarette in his mouth, or a bottle of recently half-emptied scotch sitting on the counter top of his shop when he meant to change the 'Open' sign to 'Closed.' And on top of that, a few people have even swore that they heard him talking to himself when he wasn't aware that they were in his shop. He is always seen with a cane in his hand, helping to aid his bad right leg. How he had come by his injury no one knows for sure. He also seems to be popular with the ladies, though most people pause to wonder on the 'how' and the 'why' though his heart truly, and will always, belong to Belle.