You all may be mad here... [But I'm the maddest!]

[The Hatterdasher]

Name: Hatterdasher, Haberdasher, Hatter, Fedora, Hey you... Pick one, I'm not choosey.

Age: Sixteen. A nice, even number. Slightly round too. I could go on and on about it, but I don't think you all want a numerology lesson today, do you?

Experience:

The Long Version: I've been roleplaying since I was twelve. I lied to proboards about my age and joined a Yu-gi-oh roleplay, then a Fullmetal Alchemist one, then a Teen Titans one. I didn't get into serious roleplaying until I was about fourteen. I then took the part of Jack Sparrow on an Advanced roleplay site. After that, the site died a slow, painful death. I then moved to a Bleach site which I am currently on. After that, I went to a Ouran Highschool Host Club site, then I found a site called OSY, where I met the lovely Blythe, aka Rainabow/boots/cloud/etc. After that, I went to a Vampire Site and still remain on my bleach site.

The Short Version: Trust me, I have credentials. :D

How you found us: Blythe. Who is lovely, if I may say so myself.
Role play Sample:

"Just pull him by the ears. There's enough leverage,"

See, Hatter knew there was a reason he kept his twin around. He snickered and finally burst out laughing, unable to help himself. His brother was always the one to come up with the insults that were mean, but totally funny as well. His laughter subsided into snickers, and that subsided into nothing but a grin, which faded quickly.

"If we're lucky, kiss ass Raph won't decide to tell someone to do that."

Hatter sulked slightly, at the mention of Raphael Deiderich. He hated the Deiderich brothers with a passion. Even the third, who he hadn't met since he was in jail, he hated. He wanted to run them over a few times, hit the gas, then reverse, gas, reverse... He could imagine that, but waved it away. Think happy thoughts, Hatter. Like Gen. Cute little blonde Gen, with a big bright smile with a tooth missing, because she still believed in the tooth fairy and loved getting ten dollars a tooth. Think of the cute little girl hugging her brothers as she stared with glee at the toy store slash hat shop slash kinick-knack store they opened. He smiled slightly as his bad thoughts disappeared, turning back to his brother. He told him god knows how many times about the shop they were going to open, because he knew his brother would love it too. They'd be Mr. Redd and Mr. Redd, the whimsical twins everyone loved.

"I could think of some uses for it, certainly. How much you got left?"

"Huh?" Hatter's thoughts were interrupted, which he didn't mind so much, since it was his twin. "Oh. None, I coated the whole chair with a full bottle. I didn't want to be too short and end up having it go dry." That would defeat the whole purpose of the prank, anyway. Hatter pulled out some Jolly Ranchers (they were so damn addictive) and began eating a few, shoving two grape humbugs into his mouth. He was wondering why his brother seemed so... bugged. Something was irking him, and it was Hatter's job as the older, more responsible brother to fix it and make everything as good as-

"I bet you ten dollars you won't hang from the catwalk up there."

...Well, forget that.

Hatter grinned and stood, pointing to his brother. "Prepare to lose ten dollars, my chum." With that. Hatter went up the steps, two at a time, until he entered the box, then left the box to jump onto the catwalk. Sure, he was supposed to be 'responsible' and 'set a good example' for his brother, so they wouldn't grow up to be hooligans. But seriously, who the hell expected that out of him?

With the dexterity of a monkey, Hatter fluidly sat down, then turned around, hooking his hands onto the safety bar, and slid off, hanging by his arms fifty or so feet above the floor. He smiled and yelled, "You owe me ten dollars!" before attempting to get back up.

'Attempting' is the key word, there.

He swung back. He swung forward. He moved side to side. Nope, he was stuck. Fortunately, he was gripping the bar good enough to keep him from falling, but not hard enough to tire him. "Uh, hey, Dodge. Guess what. I'm kind of stuck, and... Yeah. Help me, brother." He grinned down at his brother, slightly strained because both of them knew Hatter really feared falling with a passion. Of course, he hadn't thought about his fear before he did this, he was just thinking about making ten dollars, which in retrospect was only pocket change. He sighed at his stupidity, kicking his legs. "Hurry please; you know I hate falling... And I won't bounce back from this height..." He added; this time slightly more distressed then before.

He should just stick to being responsible.


He said: fluffy pink unicorns

[whisp.]

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