Character sheet below! If any denizens of the realm want to work out a possible history with my character, just PM me.
Age: 55/appears to be in his mid twenties
Species type: Altered Human
Appearance: Long, flowing scarlet hair with darker, crimson streaks goes down to middle of his shoulder blades, and is sometimes restrained by a band that forces it into a pony tail. Most well known, however, for his large, bushy, unkempt and uneven beard, also scarlet in color. He is six feet tall, and two hundred and fifty pounds in weight. Many scars adorn his body, and he keeps a dirty bandanna covering his left eye, which is absent. When he smiles, it's with the sharp teeth that one expects of a shark or wolf.
Orientation: Only aroused by dominant women
Ons: Being dominated, being beaten (major masochist)
Offs: Scat, water sports, mutilation, knife play
Personality: In a single word, multi-faceted. Their are some who believe that he may be in possession of more than one personality, however, that arises from a misunderstanding. He is a highly moralistic person, who holds very tightly to a code of conduct (though their are few who have ever heard of more than a few of his rules); it just so happens that unlike most moral people, he is not a pacifist, and his code makes violence not only tolerable, but acceptable; especially when it comes to vengeance.
He is an individualist and very independent, and somewhat mistrusting of others, do to things which have occurred to him.
Background: He fell into Wonderland many years ago; how many, he is not entirely sure. Shortly after his arrival, he met a woman who called herself Grayle, and whom sheltered him and taught him of the world they inhabited. She saved him; not just from the dangers of the realm, but from himself.
One day, after having been in Wonderland for nearly a year, Grayle was killed by a Jabberwock. Losing her was like losing what shreds of humanity he had salvaged and knit back together. Without Grayle to help keep him together, he started to slip, and change, consumed by his rage.
He used to be called Randolph. Their are none, save him, who remember that name, because now, he is Ripper, the monster killer. After Grayle's death, he spent a period of three years training himself, traveling, becoming stronger; all while his own overwhelming anger and hatred began to have a corrupting effect on him.
Randolph eventually became an abject lesson in the phrase "One must take care when fighting monsters, lest one thereby become a monster". He lost himself to the hunt, and spent many years gleefully killing any wild beast he came across, taking trophies and feasting on their meat.
It's only been in the past few years that he's managed to regain some semblance of sanity; this moderate restoration of humanity came about when he killed a Jabberwock, and devoured its heart, raw and bloody. It brought memories surging back to him, and provided a catharsis he had been denied for so very, very long; and yet, he could not go back to being who he was. His humanity might have returned in some form, but he was no longer the teenager he once was.
Misc.: Randolph's clothing is an amalgam of leathers, furs, and scales from various beasts, including a helmet made from the skull of a Jabberwock. When fighting, he dons thick leather gauntlets that have had various teeth and claws sewn into them, using these to rip and tear his opponents to bloody pieces.
He also carries a small set of tools (primarily made from bone, wood, and stone) in an old rucksack that's been messily patched and stitched together.
Ripper's physiological change has occurred do to exposure to high levels of negative emotions over long periods of time, and his own violent actions; not to mention the strange, perhaps unhealthy, diet he has. His aging has slowed considerably as a result of his transformation.
His "code of conduct" is only a recent thing he's invented (and still working on), as he struggles to reign in the part of him that is as much a monster as any of the creatures he's killed.