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Name: Cheshire Edward Moore.
Birth: Year 6, Aug 6, Haunted Woods.
Death: Unsettlingly overdue.
Occupational hazard: Plumbing accidents from all the fixing he ends up doing in his rented out 12 br, 5 bath shack.
Visual descriptives: Average sized, minor limp, hunched forward just enough to indicate ageing of some sort.
Dress style: Covers up, mostly wears loose, formal clothing, as if to hide something. One of his wings gets constantly bandaged up and looks deformed. Burns suspected.
Known allegiances: None, but is suspected of having attended at least two Sway meetings and a dermatologist.
Criminal record: Petty theft (stole ancient alchemy texts from a residence). Illegal and enviable youthfulness. (Not really, they couldn't find the appropriate clause.)

STEWΛRD OF THE HOUSE



By Kai

Proper, strict and well mannered, (and absolutely going crazy over his own mystery at any other time) Cheshire serves as a butler in a manor featuring excessive character. Theming with unruly spirits and ghosts, it provides him with a hassle far beyond anything a person of his age would deserve.

That being said, he's not exactly that age by any conscious choice or decision. For some forsaken reason Cheshire does not perish, earning him a zombie-esque appearance of thorn, flesh lacking limbs, devoid any logical construct that would allow them to still keep working, and yet they do, almost as if completely ignorant of the anguish surrounding the lack of answers.

With time and age, and absolute misery and then come (some) enlightenment, Cheshire has become more mellow and more at peace with it, and prefers to keep the fact shielded from questions by covering himself up in a suit.

He can often be found standing by the entrance of the manor, sighing as he dusts off a spot on his clothes with a dark red handkerchief, where ignorant, non-concerned, rebellious spirits shoot past him so quickly he ends up drowning in dust. And again you've deeply disappointed the man tending to your morning tea. Oh, what a delightfully bizarre day would it be if they would actually listen.

With time and wisdom, and the most unpleasant experience of inheriting from people only ever younger than him, saving up to buy his family's childhood house was no mayor feat, and yet brought back a whirlwind.

Soon Chess began upturning every floorboard and shingle, convinced whenever this... transformation started, it must have from the very beginning, his early age. No other member of his family could ever prove to have this condition, so it must have been something that happened to him.

But with time and search and discouragement, the house only ever got lonelier, larger, quieter... until finally Cheshire decided it was not the grace of owning it that made him feel any better. It had always been the clattering of feet and roomful of voices over dinner table.

With no any good way to raise suspicion, he came up with a peculiar and endearing idea of how to fill the house and take his mind off the mad search. Room for 500np, anyone?


Sometimes it's like he can no longer remember many of the things, as though his head can't keep that many memories and needs to clear space to make new ones.

When he can remember though, he likes to think about his thirties. He used to be awful lot handsome then. While he can't claim to be particularly concerned with appearances any more, the bones and pieces of flesh sticking out at the uncoordinated angles wouldn't exactly land him on a cover of a newspaper.

How does the time fly? He can recall getting into a considerable accident with a carriage around that time too, not long after he started getting praises more often than his adolescence ever garnered. "Excellent genes, madam?" How optimistically innocent of him, because either they are so excellent he is incapable of going peacefully in his sleep, or something suspicious must have gone down around that time. Except the more he looks for answers, the more questions he ends up having.

Cheshire really hopes no deal was made to spare his soul, because if that is the case, it's been a horribly expensive and foolish transaction: his soul is not worth the hassle, and he'd rather be sleeping right now. Whatever could bring a ray of sunshine into this divinely quizzed, time stuck Haunted Woods resident's life?

TENΛNT OF THE MONTH

While many of them had a very trying effect on Cheshire, he could not deny a certain fondness to the way Egbert so carelessly bumped into any and all furniture in his way. Had he no sense of direction?

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His youngling days keep fading from his cortex like pages of negligible script. Whatever or whoever planned it this way, obviously did not take in account the physical limitations of his memory. He's had to choose a new favourite tea for three times! Who even remembers his mother's favourite lampshade's color he had meant to hunt down for his nightstand 20 years ago? Truly, if pictures had been invented at his time...

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