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.:: Madness Begins : Amnesia Oz Macabre ::.

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Published: Jan 26, 2013

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name: Amnesia Oz Macabre
Gender: male
Age: 25
Height: 182 cm
Weight: 145 lb
Species: a human resident
Birthday: Unknown
Occupation: leader of the resistance against the black queen

Weapon / battle tactic:

Amnesia is a rather crafty fellow, considering his former training since his late childhood and his occupation as the leader of the resistance in both for the red queen and the current one. He needs to be resourceful in combat, otherwise he would have been dead and buried a long time ago.

though the hatter is certainly not be the strongest, he is certainly nimble and sneaky. His forte is certainly not upright hand-to hand combat, but his strength is not in too terrible of a disposition, and the knowledge of human nerves and pressure points have saved him in many many occasions. But If he happens to run out of weapons to use, or is incapacitated he will certainly use whatever resource he on hand. Whether it be dust to blind the enemy or a stampeding herd of German shepherds from a nearby cave, he will certainly use whatever asset he can.

Amnesia has a flurry of hidden needles, blades, and a single gun hidden throughout his clothes. This allows for easy and quick access and if someone were to control his body or otherwise, they would be nicked and sliced as they move in his body. He has a good understanding of the anatomy of many things, with this knowledge Amnesia can usually kill or disarm a threat with an ease that not many are casually familiar with.

Though if possible, he would rather end fights in a more peaceful and blood-free manner. In which he would try and assess his opponent in combat and try to render them defenseless mentally by using rather psyche shattering words that may leave one in a cold daze.

Though despite this, Amnesia is not physically strong. Due to sleep deprivation and a rather sensitive-skinned body, he is more fragile than many of the residents of wonderland. The man is prone to excessive bleeding,which may leave the man rather faint during drawn out battles in that state, though that does not necessarily means he would die off quickly, but it leaves him very defenseless since his reflexes are dulled as well as his mind. Those being his greatest assets in battle.

Abilities:

Amnesia is an expert in disguises, and considerable agile and flexible being that he has to go undercover to retrieve information, he has to know how to make a quick escape. and he knows his way around a corset

Due to his role as a high-standing official, Amnesia has been trained against many poisons. Though not all effects of certain venoms are nullified, he can certainly hold his own against a decent number of toxins.

And due to his role as an heir to the Macabre house, he and his brother have many connections throughout wonderland. Whether it be people or certain tidbits of information.

master of seduction

pun master

History:

Amnesia's father was none other than the famed Wilson Macabre, tactics officer and the personal dog of the Queen of Hearts herself. Proud, wise, strong, this man was a very prominent figure in all of wonderland. Looked up to by many and all. But... Throughout his life, the soldier kept his heart hardened, guarded, he could let no one come too close to him. He was determined to protect himself in this world. Afterall, someone of his standing was the usual target, and he would not allow himself to fall trapped.

Though on one fateful mission, he had grown weak and sickly, in which a beggar woman named Theresa Sheffield took him into her home and took care of him. A kind woman she was, as well as beautiful, poverty having not dulled her grace in the slightest. Though wary of her intents at first, it seemed that this lady was genuinely kind. There was no second face. Nor were there any intents for wealth nor status; she hadn't even known of the knight's actual identity. Her understanding and caring nature was able to bring out the softer side of the soldier. And soon enough, he had fallen for her, and she, him.

Years had passed, and the two had married, and Theresa was brought up to the upper class, and was taught the ways of being a proper lady, of which she had near no qualms with. She was quick to adapt and easy to befriend, a proper lady indeed.

Later in their marriage, they had one son: Paranoia Macabre. But unfortunately... Theresa Macabre had died on the table while giving birth; the strain proving too much on her body. Her death just several days after the boy's birth.

The loss had sent Wilson into a pained frenzy, immediately locking away his emotions and sealing away any signs of warmth; the only times when an honest light would shine through his eyes being when he would see his true son. He hid the death of his wife, finding the aftermath of pity too distasteful and mocking. He found several concubines who looked and took the part of Theresa, though, each one of them had died after bearing a child. An unfortunate accident befalling on them after childbirth.

Vanessa cyan Macabre was the child of a woman named Krona. Lionel ashern Macabre was the son of Madeline. Amber lacine Macabre the daughte of Leona. And finally, Amnesia Oz Macabre was the offspring of a whore without name. Everyone of their mothers were dead after the first week of each kid's coming. But of course, Wilson was indeed a crafty bastard, and kept these deaths under lock and key. Even the existence of these concubines were never known, for all the public had known, Theresa had just failed to appear due to her sickliness. Managing to keep his reputation squeaky and sickeningly clean given his actions.

Everyone of these illegitimate children were treated well. They were given the highest of educations, and were given the warmest of feigned kindness by Wilson. A home. Butlers. Maids. Food....A family. But... it was slightly obvious that Paranoia was the most favored by their beloved father. Though that didn't stop Amnesia from looking up to him.

He was the child's role model. Hero. God, even. Ignorant from Wilson's history, he truly believed that his father was the greatest and most just person ever to have lived, the only other person able to compete for that role being his older brother, Paranoia.
He clung onto every bit of his praise and approval, treasuring his words deeply as if they were the most sacred of gems. It was needless to say, he was a very obedient to his father, and was very quick and ready to please him.

A timid child though. Horribly so really.

Stuttering.

Clumsy.

Trembling.

Nervous.

Anxious.

Terrified.

.... But he did his absolute best to hide it, determined 'be just like father.' he had never tried doing anything for his sake, but rather for others. . Never once had he admitted to pain, not a single cry from stinging words or ailments. Never once had this child tried not to hide his aches and ailments. Admitting to them would make him seem weak. And if he did that he would fail. Would he not? Though this did not mean he succeeded in his efforts, more often than not his body would begot him and shake in fear, and his blue eyes would tremble in silent anxiety. But he tried. He tried so desperately to be just like his hero, his father.
In his later years, around the age of nine, Wilson had sent most of his children to the graveyard realm to hone their skills. Though, this was still very much a taboo. The cemetery was full of spirits and poisoned water, demons and ghouls, never-ending night. It was a little slice of hell on Wonderland for those living there. The chances of survival being slight to none, especially for children at the coming of age of twelve and thirteen. But there was a chance. And it was a great way to weed out the bad seeds to see who could be the heir for Wilson. But of course there was a different explanation of their dissapearances. A kidnapping actually. Someone had taken the macabre children for ransom during an outing with Wildon Macabre. This was the story fed to the press, the queen, and little Amnesia as well.

Since Amnesia though, was only the age of nine at the time, he was at an age much too young to undergo such a journey. Had he grown older by several more years, the fragile boy may have had the chance to leave with his siblings, but... that was not the case.

The child was left alone. waiting and praying for the day where they would come back, wishing upon every star that they would come home safe and sound, smiling as they always did before. He missed Amber's adorable light laugh... And Lionel's incessant teasing.... Vanessa's caring words.... And his dear, dear eldest brother Paranoia’s warmth.

The boy had only wept only once during his entire childhood.

After a year since their...'abduction', Amnesia was sitting by the window, watching the snow fall and blanket the forest, tears falling freely as he remembered the anniversary of their absence. At this point... He had given up.

Weeks and days before he could've sworn his sisters and brothers were with him, playing in the garden, running around the trees and playing hide and seek, reading stories together around the bed ten minutes after curfew. He could've sworn that had happened. It was real. They were back. They were together again. Before...the boy had hope.

But it was merely a dream.

An illusion.

A hallucination the boy had conjured himself to keep from being too lonely.

And as soon as these delusions were shot... He would go to his room, and curl up next to the window.
He wouldn't cry.
He wouldn't eat.

But instead...just a silence.

A long terrible quiet, coupled with a dead look in his eyes as he peered out the glass hoping father's carriage would come and deliver his siblings back to him.
But....upon this fateful day. Father's carriage had arrived. A maid named Leia had opened the door, and broke down crying.

He could've sworn the figure that wrapped around the weeping silhouette was his brother. But instead, the sobs just grew louder on his part, the entire thing seeming so realistic is hurt.

How cruel....How unfathomably cruel. The sharp pain he had felt could not be put into words.

Why was his mind playing tricks on him? Why taunt him with this appearance? Why? Why?! Hadn't he been a good boy? Had he done wrong? What did he do to deserve this...this torture?! He choked a loud sob as he buried his face into his knees, hugging his legs desperately as he longed so much for their return.

It was a dream.

It wasn't real.

he would just stay alone forever.

There was a knock on the door, making the small albino jump.

"Master Amnesia there's someone here to see you."

In a meek voice, the albino had answered in a voice ragged from choked sobs, held back tears spilling over his words as he strained to answer. "...c-come in."

The door opened.

It was none other than his dear, dear, eldest brother Paranoia

Blinded by the pure joy he ran up to his sibling and gawked in nothing less than shock.
Was is really him? Was it another dream? Was this actually real? He stood there in utter disbelief, trapped between sadness and elation. What...what if this was just another hallucination? Was this really true? The sobs grew harsher, the chance that either reality could be true being proven too much for the young child. Tears ran down his face as he looked down in the contemplation, t-this wasn’t real was it?

He then felt his brother arms wrapped around him, immediate warmth rushing into the winter's cold. It didn't take long after that for Amnesia to realize that this was no dream. It was real. He returned the longing with just as much force if not more, repeated apologies and worries exchanged between one another for the next long moments. Tears finally drying and frowns turned into the tiniest of smiles.

But what had happened to the others? The boy got up and ran downstairs. They were playing hide-and-seek weren't they? Bliss bubbled from his throat as he laughed, elated that his family would be whole once again. Or so he thought.

Personality:

S a c r a f i c i a l

C a l m

T r i c k y

I n t r o v e r t e d

D e c i e t f u l

C a l c u l a t i n g

S e l f - l o a t h i n g

He carries a certain air of seriousness and confidence, Amnesia stays calm and prepared for every possible situation that he can possibly think of and then some, the extensive precaution can even be considered almost paranoid-like.

In war, he cuts straight to the point and is willing to put his life on the line for his comrades, afterall he can just be replaced by his brother.

He is not without his sarcasm and wit, and a few smiles, it seems that he has an answer for almost everything, and the ones he doesn't know he just replies in a way it seems that he does.

He refuses to show any form of weakness nor hurt unless it is critical to do so. A leader of a revolution must be strong, though he can rely on his recruits, it is his duty to die for them first. He stays strong and ignores all pains afflicted to him, acting calm and oblivious even whilst he is in immense pain.

He is charasmatic in the sense he can, based on his analytical skills, assess a person and act accordingly to suit their taste. He is not naturally like this at all, had he have things his way, he would lock himself away and reading books and drinking tea while sewing hats as he draws designs for teacups--but. It is the time of war, and so, he hadn't the time to neglect his social skills, afterall it is better to have more allies than enemies.

But this in mind, amnesia refuses to take unneccessary shit from anyone or anything. He is not one to be provoked purposely, though his patience is extensive, amnesia will absolutely not tolerate any misconduct that may lead to grand scale problems. And...the cause of said trouble...may find themselves at the hands of an experienced torturerer of sorts. But...that's only if he is pushed much too far.

As a result of this, Amnesia carries the a reputation of a very well kept and stable leader. And he is...to..a diminutive extent.

He is a man who is very calculating, Every movement, every expression, every word that he presents is not without purpose. And that purpose is mainly to get to that seemingly unobtainable 'happy ending' It's all designed to make the other person happy, to come to the best conclusion in a fight or predicament. If acting angry makes things better, he'll act angry, if crying makes someone he loves feel better he'll cry, everything he does is pre-calculated, to the point where he's terriby confused about his own mental state on a personal level. he'd scole, deceive, maime anyone, even his friends, if that means it is the best means of achieving what needs to be done.

And since Amnesia is so adept in acting emotions and displaying them so easily and well, of course he must be able to read other people as well. His specialty is human and animal behavior and mentality afterall. He is highly sensitive to the emotions around him, the tension, the joy, the sorrow, it's very easy for him to catch. Allowing him better access in manipulating the situation.

But Amnesia though he may never admit it to anyone, is a very..twisted and confused man. Everything seems to be out of place and odd, he truly is a stranger in a strange place really. and..because of this Silent, unaided frustration, he has come to loathe himself. For the lack of answers he can replies about himself, for the internal jumble of lies, facades, and feigns that make his personality, and the inability to...act..genuine.

As a result of this, he has a type of..paranoia of being forgotten. If he were to ever let a soul inside..they would see how twisted and fake he is. He has..never had someone who was able to break those walls, other than Alice. And..that had not boded well for him. He truly believes that every act of kindness directed to him is but an act of pity and protection for little Amnesia, for the waste of space, for that troublemaker and homewrecker, for the maggot writhing about begging for attention only to be crushed by the sole of his delusions. That's how it had always been. everything that brought him up, only stands to be crushed and bring him down even lower.

The hatter has felt..a sense of debt almost to everyone. Partially because he takes fault for letting his beloved turn to damnation, and for his own shortcomings creating by the number of families he's destroyed for killing so many during the wars. It's despicable, his entire existence seems only to be a nuisance. The least he could do is at least try and repay them.

But. He stashes away these feelings of insecurity and goes on to his acting and calculating. All emotions and turmoil buried deep inside until....one day he may lose it.

Madness trigger:
being trapped in complete darkness for more than forty-five minutes.

It started as an innate fear yes, being scared of the dark. But the fear has been so deeply rooted into his mind since his early years and since then it was amplified by later experiences in his history that it served as a factor to let the hatter lose all sense of self. His fear of the dark very much proved to be a trauma that he would never recover from.

This terror he has also goes against every fiber of his being, and contradicts him to the very marrow of his bones. The feeling of being physically lost. Unable to see the future. The inability to have full control of the here and now. As a tactics officer and leader, these Emotions are to be expected, yes, but Amnesia absolutely despises these things with a passion.

The feeling of being helpless.

That is what wracks him to the very core. Ever since his childhood this has been his personal demon, and ever since then he has strived to oppose that obstacle.

Once triggered, Amnesia loses all sense of self. There is no more reason, there's no need for 'efficiency', and there are is no regard for the words he uses against others or vice versa. Only a deep longing of the sight of spilt blood and lopping off heads in a fevered frenzy. The very opposite of his usual demeanor.

Because of Amnesia's cautious nature, he rarely finds himself in a situation where he would be trapped in the dark and because of this, when he reaches his breaking point, the aftermath of it leaves him completely weakened and sickly. The pure stress on his mind and body from the exertion makes Amnesia tired and dazed, his mind hazy and his body as heavy as lead. The recovery time is not exactly pin pointed since this is a rare case in itself, but it lasts for at least a three days.

Likes: tea, dressing up (for occasions other than missions), manners, wit, the occasional kill, jokes, and a good read.
Dislikes: people in general, self-wallowing, foolishness, his weak points, (his own) emotions, overly confident people. I'm pretty sure he just hates everything.

Additional info:
•His dog is named toto.
•surprisingly enough,Amnesia's asexual, the only reason he actually does sleep around and skill in doing so-//slapped is due to his occupation U v U. He's biromantic though, hence why if he's in an honestly loving relationship with someone, he prefers taking things slower.
•He has many many scars, but he usually covers them using make up and clothing.
•He knows how to make a hat. He is a hatter afterall.
•he has very long, thin hair that goes to his waist but he keeps it hidden and tied back.
•Tea is his true love.OTP 5ever
• He's working on a story called the adventures of mr. Funbun and the evil muffin.
•He has an alcohol allergy, he hiccups white bubbles._{or the white dribbles down his chin.}
•His closet is huge.}

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Poc-e-Star

Feb 13, 2013

see nicchin! and the maid could be leia and cria was the sister and they were secretly triplets! XD