I'LL BE THE M A D HATTER.
character name: aurelian wood
disney character: mad hatter
pronouns: he / him
faceclaim: robert carlysle
age: 62
zodiac: scorpio
medical history:Β imaginary friends and whispers in the dark.
hair color: black with grey
eye color: murky yellow
talent(s):Β tarot, standing still, throwingΒ the bestΒ tea parties, baking, being knowledgeable, spinning wool, woodcarving, bone carving...
like(s):Β obscure knowledge, old books, the smell of dust in the air, the sound of the spinning wheel churning, writing in ink.
dislike(s):Β pompous people, being wrong, way too much company ( despite his friendly nature, he isΒ selectivelyΒ friendly )
three aesthetics:Β Β a lullaby hummed in the dead of the night , the sound of floorboards creaking in the attic , the voiceless whisper chanting as the spindle turns.Β
I REALLY HATE BEING S A N E.
tw death of family.
THE GOLDEN SPINDLE PRICKS.Β He was not always the eccentric,Β amusingΒ old man he had become in the recent years, though none alive seem to remember the Aurelian from before -- a solitary creature that enjoyed sticking toΒ very fewΒ of the close friends he has had since childhood, seldom desiring to entertain the others. His social battery would run out fast, but as the only son of the esteemed, albeit not asΒ illustriousΒ as his mother's family, Wood family, he had very little choice in what to do and what to become. After all, his father and mother had planned out his future to theΒ decadesΒ in advance. It was a shame only a sliver of it came true and not entirely for the better for Aurelian.Β After all, lively creatures such as him could only ever come out of aΒ heart wrenchingΒ tragedy. Everything was just buttercream and music in the early years of his adulthood. He had a loving family -- his parents, his wife and a set of twins ; a boy and a girl, to make the picture more perfect, moreΒ complete.Β Until they were no more. Some whispered sickness, the others, more superstitious ones whispered of a curse, but what had been the difference of the two things, anyway? The family, gone. His life, shattered -- like a mirror flung against the wall. Much like his life, his sanity had shattered, too -- but not it the way one would expect.Β
AND THE DEAD DIE AGAIN.Β None had seemed to recall the particular tragedy of his life. If they did, then they did not seem to care -- and so he left the town behind and burned his house to the cinders. His old life erased with a lick of fire and as the inferno devoured theΒ woodΒ and the stone, so it had seemed to devour all of his emotions and recollections.Β Aurelian, too, sometimes thinks his tragedy was nothing more than a dream, a stuff of nightmares. Perhaps itΒ wasΒ all in hisΒ headΒ -- a dream imagined to fill the void of aΒ solitaryΒ life he'd lived in a town which name he'd now forgotten.Β Yes, memory was a wicked thing. Things he had missed before, he no longer perceives. What pictures remained of his family? None. He cannot recall if he'd truly burned them all in his despair and anguish, or if he had everΒ hadΒ them in the first place.Β MadnessΒ is a thing that chips at the armor of his soul and whatever glue keeps his shattered sanity in check, now begins to peel away.Β
and the madness returns with a laugh and a chirp and a friendly smile, directed at anyone and everyone willing to find themselves in his presence.
