The Black Cauldron's
Cheshire
"Unfortunate that we blind ourselves so willingly; and in doing so, we forget to smile."
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Name✮
Coriolanus Leopold Hayes
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Nickname(s)✮
Cor, Cory, Leo, Selina Kyle
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Age and Birthday✮
29 - March 18th
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Codename✮
Cheshire
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Gender✮
Male
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Sexuality✮
Homosexual
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Position✮
Hacker
Ops Coordinator (Essentially provides info in real time for any field agents, while assisting in any possibly way that he can. Usually in hacking things)
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Homeland✮
Glasgow, Scotland
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Eye Color✮
Hazel and Blue (Heterochromia Iridum)
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Hair Description✮
~Wavy (Bangs slightly curled)
~Keeps his bangs longer than the rest
~Sides and back shaved
~Dirty Blonde
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Height✮
6'0"
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Weight✮
188lbs
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Piercings✮
N/A
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Marks✮
~Tiger stripes that cover the entirety of his back
~A rather faint pair of scars that curve his lips into a perpetual smile. He covers it up pretty well.
~Starting on his left side, there's the start of a treasure map tattoo in perfect olden time, pirate like display, that winds across his abdomen and straight down. Straight down.
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Health Ailments✮
~Seasonal
Allergies
~Allergic to
Almonds,
Poison Ivy, and
Seriousness
~Glasses just for show.
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Personality✮
Undeniably Cheeky - No one is as ostensibly sarcastic and rude as the Cheshire himself. With a knack for complete and utter lack of seriousness, it's quite simple for Cory to sharpen his witticism, so to speak. With as many unsuspecting victims in the world as there are, there's that undeniable plausibility that he'll pick you at random to harass endlessly with cheeky remarks and backhanded compliments. He lives to aggravate.
Honest to a Fault - Nobody likes a liar and Cory just can't put himself to do so. If people are unable to handle the truth of the matter, then they don't deserve to be lied to. With that backwards kind of thinking, Cheshire has unmistakably tricked himself into speaking the truth and nothing but the truth or so help me God.
Where's That Happy Face - Regardless of his own outlook, Cory does his utmost best to stay optimistic within his own guidelines of honesty. If something is undeniable fact, he'll say it like it is—he doesn't like to sugar coat things. But, that doesn't mean, at all, that he can't look on the happy side of things and he'll tell you so. Over and over and over again. Until you're either forced to smile and bear it or turn toward macabre Addams family Gothic style of thinking. Maybe that was a bad analogy.
Positively Punny - Really, it's quite simple, if he can make a pun out of it, he will. And he will. This goes for any 'That's what she said,' jokes, any play-on-words, and any figures of speech he can dole out. Right up until you want to physically strangle him to death—and then, 'poof', he's gone.
Ruthlessly Vague - What gets him out of the whole 'always telling the truth' thing, is the fact that Cory is so indirect with his words that he's borderline nonsensical. He speaks in more riddles than the a book of limericks and it works specifically to get on everyone's nerves. Give him a simple phrase to say and he'll have you scratching your head wondering how he got government conspiracy theories on cow meat out of telling someone they have a missed call on line one.
Veritably Vindictive - No one has an eye for revenge like the Cheshire does and he'll gladly show it. For all his subtlety, Cory has a stifling need to publicize his revenge and will do so to the point of utter humiliation. He'll let you know what you did wrong and he'll let half the block know too, then he'll dump everything out in the open however way he wills it. But, a man like him requires patience and that uncanny fear that has his aggressors always looking over their shoulder—he thrives on it. He'll drag you through the works and then he'll dole out the mercy, as if he was giving out favors.
What an Eye - How can one be as perceptive as a man with his ear to the ground and his eye all around? Well, you'd have to ask Cory himself. With as grand an eyesight as he boasts and a willingness to not only look at the surface but what lays beneath, Cory can pick up on just about anything that's currently happening around him. He smells drama a mile away and he'll sniff out your secrets if it kills him—at least, he'll try to. He's a terrible gossip.
Nope to the Nth Degree - Any situation that turns nasty and aggressive will have him gone in an instant, with every intent to convince anyone that he was never there to begin with. A man like him knows exactly how to clean up his trail and make it seem as if he wasn't just now standing there two seconds ago. What more, he has a knack for pulling the wool over people's eyes, so they'll be too lost and bewildered to even realize they were being tricked. He doesn't like conflict and the moment he's devised a plan to escape, he'll take it in a heartbeat. A little cowardliness never hurt anyone. Well, not anyone who displayed it.
Hit and Run - He takes things one step at a time and that means more than what he lets on. Cory takes a hit and run tactic to just about anything. He'll take it a chunk at a time and with as much patience as required of him. Oh, Cory can sit at a desk for days just working at one thing at a time, pouring all of his focus into it before backing out to get his bearings and then diving headlong again. He's persistent, he's patient, and he knows exactly what to do.
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History✮
Curiosity killed the cat, as the phrase goes.
Cliche, definitely. For him, not so much. Unfortunately, for him as well, satisfaction never brought him back. Insatiable from the start of his life to the inevitable end of it, the nickname 'Cheshire Cat' was never dubbed by any of the Fairytale Agents, nor any of the Black Cauldron's own finest. He got that the day he got his smile.
A child of Glasgow's less than finer districts, Coriolanus grew up poor and unfortunate. However, that never sated his innate desire to learn and that didn't just encompass education. For him that meant learning the streets, the people, the culture around him. Even the less than savory aspects of life attracted the boy's attention and that almost always landed him in rather precarious situations. He was a young child and an only one, to a mother who didn't care and a father that worked far too often to pay attention to the quiet child in the corner. As such, he was alone most of his adolescent life and the streets became his home. Not out of necessity or lack thereof, but because they held the world's mysteries.
Unfortunately, such a perceptive kid usually ends up witnessing the most heinous of things. Wide eyed and terrified, he stumbled upon a gang roaming the neighborhood—a couple had taken stock just outside of the blocks and only a few ever truly roamed through for lack of anything interesting. He hadn't sparked their interest, however, and thus they paid no attention to him, not until he'd been caught following the and subsequently witnessing a brutal crime for which they committed. Thus, they gave him a warning along the tip of a knife and the form of a grin that coined his name. The Cheshire. The unknowing witness. The cat perched along a branch to watch the events of Wonderland unfold before him.
Feeling his conscience bite him in the ass, one of the members took the opportunity to rush the child to the nearest hospital. The doctors could do nothing of the scar, but they did stop the bleeding, thus saving Cory's life. With the lack of parents to supervise him, the government was ruthless in taking the child away from his current home. The boy took the sympathies of various patrons in the orphanage he'd been placed in, using his humor to defuse any awkwardness. It took absolutely no time for the child to be snatched up by a pair of overly rich foster parents and, thus, his curiosities were turned toward less precarious recreations.
Of course, that also meant schooling and with his obvious scar, Cory attracted much unwanted attention. They were always on two levels of extremes, as well: the individuals and children who reeled in disgust and made fun of him for it and the ones who took to him as if he was some kind of sympathy case. As such, Cory grew to hate the attention and in that, he found various ways of vanishing, of leaving a room with only a smile as the only evidence of his presence. It also grew in a him an intense dislike for people and a morbid appreciation for absolutely ruining their days. He was hell and high water and not a shred of evidence, aside from unwavering suspicions, could ever point to him as the trouble maker.
Darling Cheshire.
However, it wasn't necessarily this that caught the attention of the government. Cory's curiosity and thirst brought him into the wonderful world of technology. There he could extend his talents across whole new sprectrums and intensities. He took to hacking and cyberwarfare as it if were bread and butter. Computers came alive at the simple stroke of his fingertips. It's where he found his passion and the ire of many, many individuals. No, it was this that caught the government's attention. How a self taught anarchist like Coriolanus could waltz into extremely secure networks and steal billions of dollars worth of intel and data without ever leaving a trace of him having been there had baffled the senior and lead programmers. It also attracted various other attention and both Cory's renown and his notoriety grew. Of course, only if he allowed it to and only past a certain point. Not a soul could put a face to that name, nor a name to the moniker he'd given himself.
That in itself didn't provide him enough security to take their offer, of course not. He wasn't some shmoop trying to look for a way to make a quick buck. Nope. Not until the incident that caused him a great amount of pain and strife. Now, a man like him doesn't smoke, not because it's bad for his health, but because he doesn't require the calm he already has and he lives off of the burn of adrenaline. Nicotine would only slow that down. Unfortunately, and in its irony, that didn't mean alcohol was entirely off of the table. Drunk and uncoordinated with a few friends down in a well known club this side of London, he'd been slighted and was looking for a little bit of revenge. Of course, the slight, to a drunk mind, had been blown out of proportion, but Cory wouldn't have any of it. So, he offered an obviously underage, but very rebellious teenage girl the chance of a lifetime. He could get her so, so, so much money if she slashed the tires of a man's car parked in the back alleyway of the Looking-Glass Gardens. He offered her more when the thought of busting his fuel line scraped his addled mind. And then he offered her a blunt.
It was that exact match that sparked the flame, destroyed the car and set fire to the building. So many people died and he was to blame. They didn't know though because the girl did it and the girl had died instantly in the explosion, while he'd been shielded enough to only catch part of the flames and the shrapnel. He let her die because of his pettiness and that continues to haunt him.
But, like any sane person would do, he shoveled a grave for it and buried it six feet under. And it didn't bother him one bit, not until it had resurfaced. Upon turning on his computer when he'd arrived home not three months later, Cory was surprised by the sudden pop of various windows opening, showing the flames, the victims, the burning, and the cryptic words that lined the top, "Can you stand on your head?" Afterwards, he'd received a call and an ultimatum with the promise that, should he disappear, he'd never be reappearing anywhere but his grave.
With much deliberation, he took the offer and assisted the Fairytale's Agents in anyway that he could. It wasn't until he'd dug deep enough in the year that he'd been held captive by his own wrong doings that Cory found his way out. He'd done another brazen hack into the government, but this time lead cookie trails throughout the network that would inevitably find their way to him and an offer: his life secured for information on the next heist and the team conducting it. The government took it with glee and found him holed up inside his own apartment building with sleeper agents posted in spots around his neighborhood. They'd set up his own death with the use of a prisoner no one would much care for, having reassembled his features enough to resemble Cory, and left with their Cheshire happy as a kitten. He'd offered the information with as much glee as he could contain and the Black Cauldron cracked down further on the Fairytale and their agents, though they were much more experienced than expected—having only caught one.
Thus, the Cauldron secured it's very own Cheshire, a brilliant arsenal for their field agents to utilize and take advantage of. It was the lesser of two evils, certainly, but as long as he had a safe place to nest, then Cory could only ever be happy with his situation. Happy enough to stay, with a paying job and a home to call at least partially his.
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Likes✮
~Small Appreciation
(a little gratitude goes a long way)
~Big Cats
~Ice Cream Socials
~Riddles
~Jokes/Puns
~Cupcakes
~Computers
~Being Extremely Cryptic
~Conspiracy Theories
~Misleading People
~Rom-Coms
~Knocking People Down a Peg
~Heights
~Airplanes
~Trees
/Forests
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Dislikes✮
~Pointing Out His Blemish
~People Who Stare
~Know-It-Alls
~Anal-Retentiveness
~Being told not to do something
~Being told he probably shouldn't have done the thing anyways
~Having it explained, step-by-step, why he shouldn't have done it regardless
~Exasperated Sighs
~The Nickname 'Kitten'
~Fish
~Coffee
~Nail Biters
~Driving
~Fake Smiles and Laughs
~Condescension
~Trucks
~Horror Flicks
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Hobbies✮
~Trolling Internet Forums
~Aggravating People
~Collecting Antique Maps
~Magic Tricks
~Computer Programming and Repair
~Lounging (in the most unreasonable and illogical places)
~Jogging and Hiking
~Cloud Watching
~Perching
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Talents✮
~Hacking and Programming
~Directing and Misdirecting
~Persuasion
~Confusion/Trickery
~Espionage
~Vanishing
~Decorating Cakes
~Works Well Under Duress
~Defusing Situations
~Leaving No Trace
~Real-Time Assistance
~Providing an air of calm with an undeniable lack of professionalism
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Strengths✮
~Perceptive
~Highly Intelligent
~Charismatic
~Persistent
~Elusive
~Clever
~Reliable
~Patient
~Optimistic
~Experienced
~Uncanny Flexibility
~Calm
~Always Knows What to Say
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Weaknesses✮
~Cowardly
~Self-Serving
~Selfish
~Lacks Conviction
~Aloof
~Emotionally Unstable
~Prideful
~Stubborn
~Socially Distant
~Immature
~Refuses to Be Serious
~Vindictive
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Fears✮
~Being Caught
~Finding something or someone that taps into his conscience
~Guilty
~Finding Love
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Secrets✮
~Was known well among the Fairytale Agents until an incident had him disappear. He's considered KIA among them.
~The Looking-Glass Gardens, a well known club in the outskirts of London, had burned to the ground because of him. He inadvertently caused the deaths of a few clientele and a number of the dancers and waiters. His guilt for it is immeasurable and he shovels it down in his immaturity and humor.
~Had a one-night stand with the March Hare. Refuses to speak of it.
~Was the one who got paid to cover up the story of the Walrus and his Clams—an extremely wealthy man who'd been driven insane and pretty much bought out an entire orphanage in order to eat them. He's currently working to take the man down, both literally and figuratively.
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RELATIONSHIPS✮
(If you want to be in a relationship with one of the character, see them first)
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Family✮
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Friends✮
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Boyfriend/Girlfriend✮
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Enemies✮
"I can stand on my head, clear as day, Alice.
Question is: can you?"
