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The Rules of the Game:

1. Respect everyone. Especially me. This is the product of my brain, I get to make the rules.
2. No Godmodding. Pretty simple, really.
3. Semi-lit to lit please! A minimum of three lines would be cool. One liners will be shot.
4. Make your english teacher proud. Use your grammar skills, caps, that sort of thing.
5. Keep post decorations within limit, I don't want page stretching, but by all means, make them pretty.
6. You can make as many characters as you like, provided you give us ways to distinguish between characters.
7.PM me all profiles. POSTED profiles will be ignored/deleted.
8. Put I want to leave Wonderland as your pm subjects
9. No Cybering, but romance is fine and encouraged.
10. Keep violence and gore pg-16 eh? No one really wants to know what color the guy's brain is..
11.No killing major NPC's...just yeah. They're kinda important to the plot.
12. No player killing, unless okayed with player in question, since usually they won't be making another appearance afterwards. (we don't have magic ressurections)
13. Keep in character Use OOC (( etc for out of character chat.
14. Post as much as possible. I know we have lives, (i myself am not on much during the week) but do your best. If no one posts, the story dies. Period. And please don't make a profile if you never intend to use it. How much of a waste is that?
15. If you're going to be gone for an extended period, please let me know.
16. SUBSCRIBE TO THE THREAD. this way, you never lose the link.
17. No spamming/bumping
18. Have Fun. n.n

The Players

Specials: The officers of the White Rabbit Agency

'Alice':
I am known as: Alis Moreau
I think I am: 19
The Role I play: 'Alice'
Fear me because: Matched knives and poison, can use a gun if it comes to that but it seems so...inelegant
People think of me as: Odd. She likes to keep to herself, and as a love for secrets, with a similarly squewed sense of humor.
Why I'm like this: How she became 'Alice' is...somewhat of a secret. The White Rabbit was the idea of someone close to her, so she agreed to work beside him. After all... it was worth fighting for and so was he. But then he got caught by the Red King, Time Frozen, and disappeared. She continues heading the organization out of a sense of guilt and responsibility. It's as if since he can't see it through himself, she must in his stead, to keep the memory, the dream alive. The event has made her jaded in the consideration of justice, and she rarely shows mercy on the members of the Sweepers she gets her hands on. That, and she has isolated herself emotionally so she can do her job, even from her friends and trusted coworkers filling the other 'positions' of the agency.
And in the looking glass: The best for now (still looking)
The hand holding the cards: Ravyn_Striker

'The Mad Hatter':
I am known as: Mortimer P. Drake, Mort, or Hatter are nicknames that he goes by.
I think I am: 22
The Role I play: Otherwise known as, The Mad Hatter
Fear me because: Blades are his weapon of choice. Preferably hidden wrist blades, steel throwing needles, and a few small blades. Staple weapons, but he can and will use others.
People think of me as: Quiet, loyal, and determined. He's also very resourceful. He likes to watch people, like a hawk watches a mouse, assessing them like he's contemplating their weaknesses. It makes him a valuable resource to the Agency, because he notices little things others wouldn't. He also has a wicked good memory.
Why I'm like this: As a child Mort was a strange one. He didn't play with other children, opting instead to sit by himself and talk. This went on for years, well into his late childhood. When asked who he was talking to he wouldn’t answer. His parents grew concerned for his sanity, as it was apparent that no one else really existed in his world. He ignored teachers, his parents, his shrink, but would constantly be heard discussing things quietly with no one.
At age 15 his parents had him committed to the mental hospital after an episode involving some rather horrific drawings. After a few weeks in the hospital he began to change, interacting with other patients during activities, but still not talking. After several years he was released and deemed a “functioning member of society” able to respond to questions and otherwise take care of himself. Before his parents were informed, he disappeared. He sought out the White Rabbit Agency of his own accord and demanded to join. No one is sure how he found them or why, but once he joined them he became almost normal, talking with other agents and people, though he can still be found talking quietly with himself.
(As a side note, the voices that he hears in his head are directing him to take out the Chairman. He doesn’t know for what reason, but he doesn’t question it. He also sees things that others don’t, but he doesn’t mention this to people.)
And in the looking glass: Short, brown hair that tends to do whatever it pleases. He's always wearing a hat though so you don't see much of it. Did I mention he makes hats as a hobby? He has lots of hats, his favorite being his top hat, but if he wears the same hat all the time someone will obviously begin to notice him. He only wears his top hat for missions.
His eyes are a piercing light blue, like the color of a glacier where the ice is thick.. He has an average build, 5'9", somewhat muscled. Some would say he's handsome, but for being eerily quiet at times. (Pics to come)
The hand holding the cards: Syric


'The Chesire Cat':
I am known as: Joachim Cristofer , although C is just fine, I assure you.
I think I am: Oh but you don’t need to know that, do you sweet? Ah but no matter, thirty two years it has been since my birth.
The Role I play: That of the Cheshire Cat.
Fear me because: I use stealth and the strength of my own body to disable those in my way. A few knives, maybe some razor wire if one should prove difficult, but the power of my limbs proves just perfect.
People think of me as: Cold I would suppose, but darling if only you knew me well, you would understand why. I follow my orders, and I do really care, it is just hard to show you how much.
So sad, so sad.
If you see me above, you might recognize me as the one who gets in trouble so much, perhaps I should keep my mouth shut?
So hard to keep opinions to oneself when in public.
Especially when he rarely talks at any other time.
Why I'm like this: The trials of everyday life do get to me so, but ah how I long for the days when life was sweet, childlike. Eventually the hatred of it all overcame me, yes that was it. Left the mindless swine that were my parents. They did not need me. Not at all.
I miss them.
Life has a way of showing you the light. I found it. It could be brighter, but that is what we are, the tape and glue to hold the bulb together and keep it burning.
And in the looking glass: I am tall, yes, but not too much so, about five feet, seven inches I would suppose. I have muscles, but don’t be bragging, dear me, they aren’t that noticeable, but enough to know that I mean business. Most noticeable would be my tattoos, yes perhaps that is what gave me such a nickname, stripes and stripes, so many stripes, black and beautiful. I enjoy cats, did I mention? They are like me.
I think so anyways.
I digress, pretty, my nails are sharp too, like the cats, but not too much so, just like my incisors, which naturally are a slight bit more than most. One eye is brown, one purple, but this was not natural, no, an accident during my years, but it is of no matter, the vision was somehow not affected. Black hair, some say of night, but surely not that dark? I believe they exaggerate, but you may see for yourself. It is messy I suppose, but what may be done? How long? Only to my ears, the middle of them I suppose, although I do not pay much attention. They say I have sharp cheekbones, and defined features.
They say much I suppose. You will see.

The hand holding the cards: animeyumichan


'The March Hare':

The door mouse:

I am known as: Rodney Slade
I think I am: "Umm, let's see here....I was born in... And then, maybe a birthday recently? Uhm, that puts me at 25? Haha, I don't really keep track of it anymore. You know, not much of a point."
The Role I play: "The Door Mouse"
Fear me because: "I'm good with my hands? Okay, so I can stand my own in a bar fight... I'm light on my toes, too, and I've squeezed myself out of a few tight pinches in the past. If anything, my true skills lie in demolition. I know a thing or two about bombs and what makes them tick. (Har Har...)

Um, moving on then?"
People think of me as: "I've been told I have a tendency to be annoying. Can I help it if I talk a little too loud sometimes or maybe a little too much? I've been told if I drank a little less, it might help me in the long run, but who's focusing on the long-run at this point anyway? I'm just happy if I make it through to the end of the week in one piece.

I've also been told that I come off as a little selfish. Mostly because I've got a weak spot for money and I find it hard to be sympathetic toward others. Well, wait, let me re-phrase that; I have a difficult time giving others my sympathy over stupid "tragedies". Sure, you had a bad day. So what? It happens. Now, if someone told me their family was murdered, I'd definitely buy them a drink to say the least.

These are hard times that we've come upon and, you know what? I'd be happy if they'd end tomorrow.. Really, as brash and crazy as I might seem... I just really want to settle down with a nice rich man, drink fine champagne every night and maybe, eventually, have a family.

Haha, as if that'll happen anytime soon."
Why I'm like this: "I grew up in a fairly decent family. Had a few siblings and two great parents. But, you know, becoming eighteen was a big step for me and I took the opportunity to run off and "find myself" as soon as it was legal. Even amid all this crazy virus-infested devestation, I somehow found myself a man who I devoted myself to almost instantly. Yeah, he probably was the reason for my slight alcohol addiction... b*****d drained me for all that I was worth and then just left me one cold morning.

Haha, I guess everyone kind of has their tragedies, though, huh? At any rate, I never really got close to many others since then.. I decided to seek out this organization, quite frankly, out of boredom. Not to mention that I just needed to know that I was important to someone.. even just a little bit."

And in the looking glass: "I'm no perfect picture of beauty, that's for sure. Last time I checked, I ranged at about 5'5". I doubt I've gotten any taller from that point... My hair is choppy and silvery-blonde, with the longest strands just touching my jawline. It clashes with my skin which is an unnatural tan. I don't know why I'm like this, to be honest. I live underground... Anyway, I'm not very blessed in the curves department either, but I don't think that's so bad. I don't have that many problems with men chasing me and, if I did, it just helps with my swiftness anyway. Hehe."
The hand holding the cards: teh door mouse

'The Red King':

'The White Rabbit':
I am known as: Yuki, the White Rabbit
I think I am: around 20. give or take a few years.
The Role I play: If worst comes to worst as it already has, I shall help to overthrow the Chairman. I secretely hold a few ties in the Chairman's rule. I could be called a shadow queen.
Fear me because: I have steel reenforced nails, slightly longer than average. And I am pretty good with them. And I have a cloak that hides me pretty well.
People think of me as: Many people think I am quite annoying. I love to make them confused. heheh.
Why I'm like this: I grew up with rabbits. A lot of rabbits. Yes, I am human. No, I am not a half human half rabbit hybrid. Though that would be cool. No, I am only one sixteenth rabbit. My parents both taught children. My mother got a little crazy after my father died. When one of our rabbits pricked itself on the paw, she had me sticth him up when I had never done such a thing before. A few drops of his blood fell on my finger as I pricked my hand. I sucked on it unwittingly. Somehow, I had gained some rabbit-like abilities. I am a little faster and I have better reflexes than your average human. After that, I travled for a long time learning about everything. I know how the world works. Humans are so easy to understand. It is a little scary.
And in the looking glass: I have cropped black hair, green eyes and I am kind of skinny. I am tall and am a bit lanky.
The hand holding the cards: Aisu22

Others:

I am known as: Balder (Forsoke last name)
I think I am: 15-16
The Role I play: Normal person joining white rabbit
Fear me because: Carries a short lance, and an M16, with the M203 attached. (M203=grenade launcher)
People think of me as: Stoic, careless, and heartless would be the first impression. But he cares, a lot, about the state of the world. That's why he wants to change it.
Why I'm like this: Living in a cataclysmic world isbad eough, but having outrageously screweds up parents doesn't help. His parents were both druggies, and after his mother killed his father, she fell on a knife. Simply enough, he was alone and better off then he had been. Selling off the house as no 13 year old should have been able to, he bought a very small house, and found the white rabbits at age 15, instantly acceoting a job there.
And in the looking glass: Balder
The hand holding the cards: Darkeclipse21.0

Announcement Board

Updates will go here, both for plot changes, character locations etc. How frequently is...debatable.

Update 1: Wooo
Alis, Balder and Sabri (aka the March Hare) are on a mission to infilitrate and steal some secrets from a relatively high-up CEO. But things are not going as well as they should...it seems the group has been tricked.
*Chesire Cat and White Rabbit Profiles have been added but yet to introduce themselves

5/8/09
The Position of March hare has reopened, the original player has withdrawn. The others are in a conference room, discussing the disasterous mission and deciding what to do next, in the form of hunting down a rumor about a crazy scientist and the mysterious informant Michael Fenrir.


WE have moved to the guild Chapter XIII. The link is on the last page.