Real name/'Title: Absolem Kirkwood/The Blue Butterfly
Age: 19
Appearance: Absolem stands a diminutive 5' 6', despite having some of the tallest parents anyone had ever seen. Before Wonderland, his hair color was constantly changing but, now that he's here, it remains a shade of deep blue that matches his eyes. Since he arrived in Wonderland, he sprouted a pair of large blue butterfly wings that almost seem too large for his slight form. He is thin (probably too thin, if he ever stopped to think about it) and pale, a state which is constantly accentuated by his tendency to dress in darker colors.
What you have lost: He's lost his youth (mentally) and his sense of adventure.
Personality: Originally sarcastic by nature, he has become a down right grump since he mentally became an old man. He tends to expect more from people than is usually feasible and gets rather annoyed when they fail to complete his tasks. He fancies himself king of Wonderland, and can usually be found lounging on his mushroom and ordering around anyone who will listen.
History: Absolem was a young man of habit. He would stay up far too late at night and then, in the morning, go to each of his classes at the university like clockwork. In mid afternoon, he would lean up against the side of the building that he had his last class in, smoke exactly two clove cigarettes, and go back to his dorm for a nap. That day, however, he never made it to his nap. Absolem had been leaning against the building, as he had done every day for the past year and a half, and preparing to light the first of his usual two cigarettes when he heard the sound of children singing one of those jump rope songs. As if hypnotized by their song, Absolem felt compelled to seek the children out. His cigarette forgotten, he walked toward the sound of the song. Anything that happened after that, he could not remember until the point at which he found himself in a strange forest. He was filled with the urge to create order in what seemed to be a rather chaotic place but, more than that, he itched for a smoke. His routine had been decidedly broken, and he felt the need to recover what little of it he could. He sat on a large mushroom and lit one of his cigarettes, blowing smoke rings, as he planned. Order would be created, even if he had to force it.
Extras: Having lost his sense of adventure (probably due to an amplification of his need for some sort of routine), he tends to attempt to create order where there is none, becoming very upset if his plans don't turn out well. Because of this, people tend to be weary of him.