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Ches the Bitch Ass Cat

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Name: Adrian "Ches" Break

Age: Wouldn't you like to know~

Height: 6'6

Favorite Fairy Tale: Isn't it obvious love~?

Sector: Sasquatch Beast's Castle

Likes: My likes~? *pauses to ponder them* I suppose the usual. Fluffy things, canaries, cream, /catnip/ *purrs* But my favorite past time is seeing how many people fall under my spell. Teasing Cayden has its perks as well, and I do enjoying torturing my little toy~ You know who you are fufufu

Dislikes: Do not associate me with the Red Queen lot. Do not. I am very inch the cat, down to my claws. Unless you want me to show an example.... That bastard dragon. What a fool. Always trying to interfere with my plans. Can't anyone be subjected to a little fun, even at the expense of their torment?

Personality: Most call me devious. I am a very bad kitty *smirks* But if you are loyal I suppose I might lead you away from the cliff and not shove you over like I should *merow* Keep guessing which side I belong, my pets. It truly amuses me when you get it wrong

History:

Somewhere within the world we came from, there was a boy. An unwanted boy, a pure outcast. His parents were the lowest of the low and they were disgusted by him. What did that make him?

One day, deterring over the border of a overdose, he fell and bumped his head. When he awoke, where did he end up? This place was different than the sewage ditches he made his bed in. Different from the harsh smells of the City and the urine soaked hellholes he took shelter in. No, this place was beautiful, filled with plants, flowers, trees.

This was Wonderland.

The boy walked and found himself in front of a girl. A mysterious girl, as beautiful as the land around him. He drew back, horrified that he should meet such a creature. He was filthy, his clothes streaked with his own vomit and smelled much worse. But she smiled, and extended her hand to him.

Him, the son of a drunkard and a whore.

As you would have it, this boy grew to treasure the girl. The sound of her voice, the flow of her hair, the way her eyes sparkled and warmed when she said his name. How the boy fell under her innocent spell, a seduction based only of kindness and sincerity.

After all, she was Alice.

But the day came when the Beast roared his attack. Worried for the human boy, Alice pushed him back to the world he came from. The plants died and formed concrete. The trees collapsed to make way for buildings. And the sweet smell of flowers became a foul odor he had almost forgotten.

He was back in the slums.

He was horrified. It had been so easy to forget the world he came from, this disgusting world when he had experienced true beauty. In this world, she didn't exist. She couldn't exist. It was why she was so pure.

But he wanted to return to her, return to Alice.

For years, the boy struggled to find away back. His 'friends' abandoned him to his crazed desires, his parents kicked him out of their meager home, just so they didn't have to look at the looney their son had returned as. But this didn't matter. Nothing mattered. All that did was returning to that world, that beautiful world, and to be with that beautiful girl.

And one day, when he forgot to look both ways, he did.

But the world was different. It still had a beauty, but it was a cruel beauty, a harsh one. Confused, the boy wandered about, trying to find her, his Alice. He stumbled instead upon a crushed cat, or what used to be. It was dying and its eyes burned bright on the boy. The Cheshire Cat took advantage of the boy's confusion, so that when the Beast arrived, his target was gone.

Instead, a new Cheshire Cat stood over the bones of the former.

The boy was no longer a boy. He desired strange things, he gained strange habits. Confused, scared, and crying for Alice, he attacked the monster that appeared.

Cayden slapped him away like a careless fly.

But the Beast didn't kill him. Oh no, this was perfect. A new Tale was easily modable to his schemes and he didn't have to worry about this one listening to the memories of the Cheshire Cat. It was obvious that the screws was so loose in his head that he didn't know what was the helpful voices and what were the mad ones.

A perfect tool.

The Beast took the boy in, taking him to his castle. There, he explained to the new Tale about the world, what the Beast had been trying to recreate (though sweetened to sound tempting), and who were their enemies. But the boy didn't care about all that. He asked, begged, cried, screamed, a single question

Where was Alice?

Cayden was surprised, then laughed. /Have a crush?/ he asked, before taking a swing of the wine he had been drinking. Then he relayed the cold truth.

Alice was dead.

How? Who knows.

But she was one of the first casualties. And now the Red Queen ruled Wonderland.

The boy couldn't believe it, couldn't stomach it, couldn't contain it. He screamed, but the Beast only laughed.

Welcome to Purgatory, he said.

At first, the boy was seen as a weakling. For days he didn't speak, eat and drink and honestly Cayden was about to dispose of him. Even though he held the Cheshire Cat, a Tale as a human heart was worthless to him. But then the boy appeared before him, asking if a Tale could be revived or reborn. Curious, Cayden pointed to the boy, saying that the answer to his question was already in front of him.

A new light entered those green eyes. Not the light of hope, but the light of revenge.

Cayden had his new Tale.

Few years later, the Cheshire Cat is known as the bane to everyone's existence. Cruel, devious, and nearly insane, he would no sooner lead you off the cliff or shove you down. Whatever is more entertaining.

It is said that he still longs for Alice, and with new Tale to reborn, he is the first one there. But the reasons why he wishes for Alice is not to reunite with her.

No, I am afraid I do not. She betrayed me once. So it is only natural, that I return the favor.

Preferred Weapon: Claws, fangs, words.
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Algolagnie's avatar
ohooo what a badass >D!!