Alias: Chesire Cat
Basic Appearance: Eclectic in his fashion sense, Chesire enjoys expensive and garish clothing. Typically in shades of grey with purple accents, he loves fur collars and lace frills as accents for his meticulously tailored suits. Small of stature, he could readily be mistaken for a boy if not for his gravely voice and trademark gurgling chuckle.
As well kept as his clothing is, he wears his hair as a wild nest of sharp indigo locks. A pair of perpetually glowing yellow eyes often peeking from the shadows of his chaotic mop of hair, smoldering with a slightly askew sort of brilliance. Noticeable only when his smile broadens, he seems to have far too many teeth hidden behind his slender lips. A trick of the light plays across them occasionally, and for an instant they seem to be filed down to sharp points.
Personality: With feline aloofness, Chesire is hard to get a handle on empathically. His motivations are neither noble nor wicked, so much as self serving. He keeps his beliefs and machinations close to his chest, making it difficult for others to trust him.
This distrust is well earned as he is less concerned with furthering the agenda of any one particular, and more devoted to keeping himself entertain. An agent of chaos, he has a gift for seeing order in chaos and the rational in the irrational. This makes him both an adroit manipulator and a masterful tactician. He serves no master, and is best won over by interesting propositions rather than virtuous ones.
He suffers chronically from hallucinations, but with his unusual abilities, tends to share them with the people around him. As such he also is said to have a bad habit of touching things, as if to confirm whether they're real or figments of his imagination. He also just likes touching things, and probably would do so obsessively regardless of his other condition.
Likes: Fish, Touching things, Napping
Dislikes: Sweets, Being ordered, Boredom
Psychological Disorder(s): Chronic hallucinatory psychosis and Poor impulse control.
Current Story: His activities of late have been entirely centered around napping, in between sleeping, in between long bouts of slumber. Occasionally he has taken to prodding the locals, his capricious nature forcing him to at least half heartedly stir the coals of discord. But like a marriage that has gone on too long, Wonderland has grown wrinkled and limp for Chesire. But with Alice returning, perhaps there's something worth getting out of bed for again.
Powers: Illusion / Shared Hallucination - The precise mechanism of his powers is undetermined. It is assumed that he has a talent for pushing his hallucinations onto others, as a sort of shared visual dementia. Given that this is a skill that is intuitive and tied into his own madness, it is hard to ascertain exactly how he performs these feats.
At times he seems to become smoke, turn invisible, travel about with impossible alacrity, and even twist his surroundings in unsettling ways. Some believe that perhaps he himself is part of the psychosis, making Chesire a sort of self sustaining mental illness.