~Skeleton~

Puppeteer...: (Your username)
Marionette...: (Character name)
I Was Born A...: (Gender)
How Many Candles?: (Age)
Identity Crisis!: (Character: Alice, Hatter, etc)
Shades Of Gray!: (Color Of Text For Character)
Watch Me! : (Picture or Short Physical Description)
I Wanna! : (Sexual Orientation)
A Glimpse Into The Glass... : (Short Biography)
My Spare Time! : (Hobbies and Talents)
There's More? : (Other Information)

~Rules~

1) No text-talk. Be literate. Please and thank you.
2) No god-modding.
3) No cybering! Romance is allowed, though, and encouraged. Any type of relationship is allowed (adult/adult, adult/teen, adult/child, human/non-human) as long as you’re appropriate. If you have a situation where you feel like you’d like to cyber, say you’re taking it somewhere else, like to e-mails or IMs, and do so.
4) Follow Mene’s rules as well as mine.
5) PM your character profile (s) to me before you post anything at all. Use the skeleton provided after these rules and include a picture.
6) Non-humans are allowed. But just because you’re a non-human doesn’t mean you’re invincible or above the rules.
7) Be courteous. Though, your character may curse—this isn’t a playpen, and we are not five year-olds.
8) Have fun!
9) Post a :vicky: in your PM to show you read the rules! ^^
10) Please, please listen to me. If I ask you to edit something it's for the good of the rp, not just because I enjoy being a bitch.

~Accepted Profiles~

Puppeteer...: Arcturus Sinclair
Marionette...: Fleujourn Balsa
I Was Born A...: Male
How Many Candles?: 12
Identity Crisis!: Mad Hatter.
Shades Of Gray!: Yellow Green
Watch Me! :
I Wanna! : Bi-curious
A Glimpse Into The Glass... : Before falling through the looking glass Fleujourn was a criminal profiler. Because of that, he's very good at 'people watching' and tends to do it a lot. He has four siblings, three sisters and a brother. They're all in his home of Somerled.
My Spare Time! : Can control water and is very smart.
There's More? : He acts very child-like.

Originally Posted by DeadAngel

Puppeteer...: DeadAngel
Marionette...: Christian Kat
I Was Born A...: Female
How Many Candles?: 16
Identity Crisis!: Cheshire Cat
Shades Of Gray!: Indigo and Plum
Watch Me! :
I Wanna! : Boys and girlies!
A Glimpse Into The Glass... : Christian was always so curious and not evil nor a genius but an evil genius! She always had conniving little plans and always destroyed peoples happiness. Family was rough for her since she was an orphan growing up her parents...both mother and father beat her!
My Spare Time! : Planning, drawing, writing, soccor, playing with yarn...you know the usual *Yawns*
There's More? : Christian lovvvveeeeesssssssss cup cakes!

Christian walked into an old room in a house she has never been in. Sighing she walked to the big vanity in the room. "Oh whats this?" She said looking at herself in the mirror. "Oh so pretty." She said brushing her hair with her fingers looking at the girl with a purple striped cat hoodie on that showed her stomach. She leaned forward to the glass seeing something more in it. Finally she was face to face with the mirror she pushed her hand to it and it went through. Christian being curious as a cat naturally started falling into the mirror screaming and laughing. But when she hit the ground she hit a rock which nocked her out making her available to whatever came by.

Fleujourn, normally just called Journ by his brothers, was on a case when he came upon an odd looking mirror. He leans into it, looking for clues. He yelps loudly when his hand slips and he goes tumbling through the mirror. Thankfully, his training comes in handy and he curls himself up, uncurling just before he hits the ground. Once he lands on his feet the glances around and sees a girl on the ground and goes over to her.

Christian woke up slowly rubbing her head. She looked up amazed seeing that she had real cat ears. This made her smile ear to ear. She looked slightly over seeing a guy their. "Ah this is a wonderful land eh?" She Asked Happily.

"It's different," he agrees, pushing at the large hat that keeps trying to engulf his face. He pouts at it. "If I need a hat, couldn't it actually fit me?"

Christian giggled. "I think it looks nice on you!" She said happily as she jumped up off the ground walking over to a tree. "It seems so secluded." She whispered as she started climbing up a tree watching the boy.

[[At School Sorry If I Don't Post For A While]]

((Kay!))

Fleujourn leans against the wall near him. "Yup, that it does." He looks slightly puzzled when he notices the change in his speech.

"This world seems mad." She grinned out as she started to disappear but her smile and eyes still showing. They went away and she popped up behind him. "Then again were both mad here aren't we?" She giggled but it didn't sound evil more of a tinkling of bells.

"I suppose we are, though I find myself to be quite normal." Fleujourn grins, amusedly at her.

"How can you be normal if your in this magnificent place?" She was serious whether he could tell of not but she kept on smiling.

"Because normal is simply an opinion, my dear. And my opinion is just that." He still seems a bit confused, but is all right with just going with it until he can figure more out. The hat falls down over his face again and he facepalms. "Hat. Staying on my head would be lovely."

Christian giggled softly."The Hat seems to not like your opinion!" She said smiling as she hugged him. "Ah this mad hatter is warm!" She was in fact quite freezing.

"My hat seems to not like me. It seems to be an angry hat. Which would account for the name." He chuckles at that, as the hat falls again. "Hello, mad hat."

"What's your name Mr. Mad Hatter?" She asked still holding onto him like a kitten. Sighing she looked up at him. 'I think I am the only abnormal hair person in this world....'

"Fleujourn. And yours is?" He pulls the hat off for a moment, revealing dark blue hair. He shaks it out then puts the hat back on.

She smiled at this knowing now she wasn't the only one. "Christian...but I hate that name..." She finally let go of him not really wanting to....he was soft and warm and she liked that.

Fleujourn tilts his head. "Do you have a nickname that you prefer? Mine is Journ, or that's what my 'siblings' call me." The way he says siblings is odd, and makes most people wonder.

Christian shook her head no. Nobody really talks to me..."

Fleujourn frowns. "That's not nice. Well, how about we think of a nickname for you?"

Christian nodded sighing. "All right but I don't know what..."

Fleujourn thinks for a moment. "Tia? Um...Christi?" He chews his lip thoughtfully.

Sighing she looked at the ground. "It's useless!"

"Nothing's useless. It always has a use. Whether or not that use is known is unclear." He stops chewing his lip and hums to himself.

She sighed disapearing again. "Madness is useless or no?"

"Madness can be useful, for amusement, no?" Fleujourn spins around, spreading his arms.