Hadder Madigan

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Hadder Madigan

We’re painting the roses red…

Who are you?— Hadder Madigan
Do you have a nickname?— No
And you’re age?— 22
Where do you hail from?— Wonderland
Boys, Girls, or both?— Both

Off with their heads…

• Moonlit walks
  
• Solitude
  
• Practicing fighting techniques
  
• Causing mischeif
  
• Girls and Boys
  What will show your temper?—
  
• An Exotic
  
• Immaturity
  
• Dishonorable Battle
  
• Rejection
  
• Stubborness
  

How tall?— 6'4"
On the scale this number would show— 190 lbs muscle
What are your distinctive features?— Long hair and piercing green eyes
What are you? A Weed? (species)— Human Native
Do tell me about yourself. What is your overall personality?— Mysterious, tough, rough around the edges, loyal, obedient, hardworker.
Do you have any family?
Mother—Dead
Father— Dead
Siblings— None
Other Family— None
Pets— None
Tell me your life story (three paragraph minimum)— Where to begin? Hadder was born in Wonderland to a mother and father that he never knew. He being born into a native household naturally was raided by a mob of exotics. He remembers growing up by himself but soon after was completely diluted from his memories... So really he doesn't have a history...

My dear child…
Your name— Dimitri
Age— 19
How you found the site— Randomly
Will you be active?— Sure
How can I contact you?— Through PM
Rp Sample— How long had he been here? What was he doing here in the first place? Thoughts spilled into Hadder's mind as he woke up in a very dark, depressive place. His head throbbed and he didn't know why. Running his hand over the back of his hand, a liquid substance clung to his skin, then realizing he was bleeding. Searching his hand that was now in his lap, he noticed it wasn't all that much. Not too much to worry about. Nothing that a bit of pressure couldn't fix. He stood up slowly as to not make himself pass out from the blow, he looked around and saw that the place was completely destroyed. He started to pat down his trench coat, something that held all his weapons during battle. Nothing...

Where had all his weapons gone? What had happened that he would either have to use them or for them to be gone. Searching around this dark place wasn't going to get him anywhere. Moonlight spilled over the floor of the place and he saw many bodies lying lifeless all over the place. Stepping out into the night air, he took a deep breath and tried to remember the events that led up to him being here.