Post by Zexa Hatta on Mar 2, 2010 5:15:20 GMT -5
Name: Zexa Hatta
Age: A drop or two after the Puzzle
Appearence:
Eyes: Rich maroon
Height: 5'1
Hair: Knee lenght, black with a red sheen
Other: Large round doe eyes surrounded with long lashes, pouty kissable lips, perfect hourglass figure due to the corset. Pale white skin. A high pitched voice, that usually sounds like a child, but can get low when threatening.
Clothes: Alters betweens black and shocking pink, black and electric blue, shocking pink and bright purple, or electric blue and kiwi green. Minature top hat sits at an angle on her head. Low cut halter top that is covered with a corset (vary styles). Burlesque bustle skirt with front ending a couple inches above her knees but back trails to the ground. Hanging garter belt but no stockings. Black ballerina shoes with criss-cross lacing to her knees.
Personality: She acts air-headed but actually is aware of wha goes on around her. Zexa loves to space out when people are talking to her but somehow can recall the conversation when needed to. Many times you can find her talking to herself and replying back. A child outwardly, she can change moods quickly and actually act how she is supposed to be. In a way she can be counted as bipolar or kinda have two separate personalities, but they're way too merged to be counted as a separate person. Sugar addict, she will eat anything sweet she can get her hands on. Zexa hates working hard and over exerting unneeded energy.
History: She was 'born' in the Hatta Land, hence her name, and was raised there for the majority of her youth. For awhile she worked under the Queen of Hearts as a assassin as a replacement for the Mad Hatter. Her weapon of choice would be her scythe. Long purple rod (metal?) that had a elaborate handle, two blades with one smaller and finally a trinket in shape of a cat dangles from the other side. She left her post to return home as bodyguard for the Mad Trio. Because of her attitude and looks, most people expect less of her and that's she wants it to be.
Other: She is the mate of the Mad Hatter (subject to change depending on thread) and is still his body guard. This makes her Lady of Hatta Land. Her best friend is Cheshire Cat's mate.
Sample:
Painted lips formed into a scowl as cold maroon eyes narrowed to a piercing glared. The victim before her was trembling with fright. Clutching his unusable arm, he tried to crawl away.
"Please, please spare me," he begged, tears streaming down his face.
"Ah, ah," she tisked, waving her index finger in front of his face, "you did a naughty naughty thing angering my employer."
Her child-like voice mocking him, tinted with ice.
"I swear, I won't ever," he sobbed, "I beg of you."
"Oh, I know you WON'T ever do it again," she smirked, "I'll make sure of that."
Eyes widening in fear, "No."
Raising the scythe over her head, she brought it down in a powerful strike. A scream followed by a gurgle of a dying man. Blood spraying everywhere, a streak managing to splatter on her right cheek.
"Are?" she blinked, her eyes once again held the innocent gleam.
Bringing up her right hand, she trailed her fingers down the wet trail. Looking down, she saw her fingers coated with the man's blood. Her tongue darting out to lick off her fingers. An insane gleam reentered her eyes.
"Time to paint the roses red," she smiled darkly.
Age: A drop or two after the Puzzle
Appearence:
Eyes: Rich maroon
Height: 5'1
Hair: Knee lenght, black with a red sheen
Other: Large round doe eyes surrounded with long lashes, pouty kissable lips, perfect hourglass figure due to the corset. Pale white skin. A high pitched voice, that usually sounds like a child, but can get low when threatening.
Clothes: Alters betweens black and shocking pink, black and electric blue, shocking pink and bright purple, or electric blue and kiwi green. Minature top hat sits at an angle on her head. Low cut halter top that is covered with a corset (vary styles). Burlesque bustle skirt with front ending a couple inches above her knees but back trails to the ground. Hanging garter belt but no stockings. Black ballerina shoes with criss-cross lacing to her knees.
Personality: She acts air-headed but actually is aware of wha goes on around her. Zexa loves to space out when people are talking to her but somehow can recall the conversation when needed to. Many times you can find her talking to herself and replying back. A child outwardly, she can change moods quickly and actually act how she is supposed to be. In a way she can be counted as bipolar or kinda have two separate personalities, but they're way too merged to be counted as a separate person. Sugar addict, she will eat anything sweet she can get her hands on. Zexa hates working hard and over exerting unneeded energy.
History: She was 'born' in the Hatta Land, hence her name, and was raised there for the majority of her youth. For awhile she worked under the Queen of Hearts as a assassin as a replacement for the Mad Hatter. Her weapon of choice would be her scythe. Long purple rod (metal?) that had a elaborate handle, two blades with one smaller and finally a trinket in shape of a cat dangles from the other side. She left her post to return home as bodyguard for the Mad Trio. Because of her attitude and looks, most people expect less of her and that's she wants it to be.
Other: She is the mate of the Mad Hatter (subject to change depending on thread) and is still his body guard. This makes her Lady of Hatta Land. Her best friend is Cheshire Cat's mate.
Sample:
Painted lips formed into a scowl as cold maroon eyes narrowed to a piercing glared. The victim before her was trembling with fright. Clutching his unusable arm, he tried to crawl away.
"Please, please spare me," he begged, tears streaming down his face.
"Ah, ah," she tisked, waving her index finger in front of his face, "you did a naughty naughty thing angering my employer."
Her child-like voice mocking him, tinted with ice.
"I swear, I won't ever," he sobbed, "I beg of you."
"Oh, I know you WON'T ever do it again," she smirked, "I'll make sure of that."
Eyes widening in fear, "No."
Raising the scythe over her head, she brought it down in a powerful strike. A scream followed by a gurgle of a dying man. Blood spraying everywhere, a streak managing to splatter on her right cheek.
"Are?" she blinked, her eyes once again held the innocent gleam.
Bringing up her right hand, she trailed her fingers down the wet trail. Looking down, she saw her fingers coated with the man's blood. Her tongue darting out to lick off her fingers. An insane gleam reentered her eyes.
"Time to paint the roses red," she smiled darkly.