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| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |

.:Name:. Jefferson
.:Nick Name:. The Mad Hatter
.:Affiliation:. None
.:Status:. Civilian

| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |

.:Physical Appearance:. Jefferson has brown hair that is either styled upward, or has a wavy appearance falling a little below his ears. He has brown eyes and light skin, with a scar around his neck from where he had been beheaded. His style of appearance is rather unique, and can often be found wearing a lot of prints, his coat either long, medium length, or short and is most commonly found wearing a printed scarf around his neck. When he was in the portal business, he was often seen wearing a top hat, and occasionally adds one to his overall look. Overall, he holds a rather sophisticated and well put together appearance.
.:Height:. 6"
.:Portrayed by:. Sebastian Stan

| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |

.:Personality:. Calm, cool, collected, Jefferson often has a somewhat calm demeanor. His sanity is in question after having spent a significant amount of time trapped in Wonderland, attempting to recreate a magic hat. He hates the nickname given to him (The Mad Hatter) and often reminds people that his name is Jefferson. He is very distrusting of others and keeps to himself for the most part. Only when he is with Grace again, does she prompt him to interact with more people. Though that does not make him any more trusting of them. He has been betrayed, used, and threatened far too many times to easily find a friend in someone else.

He lives for his daughter, willing to do anything and everything for her, and holds a tremendous amount of guilt for her mother -- his wife's -- death, as well as abandoning her. He is found in circumstances that highlight his desperation to return home, but no matter what, he lacks the strength to be overly violent -- even if he does have a questionable mental state. More than the Mad Hatter, he is a loving father, and wishes to devote his life to his daughter, Grace.
.:Strengths:. Knowledge since he seems to know about many goings on in the town, but often keeps to himself, his excellent at sewing, his unique ability to create hats that serve as portals between the realms, his love for his daughter for it often motivates and inspires him to be a better man
.:Weaknesses:. His mental state can be brought into question at ties, his guilt for his wife's death and fear of losing his daughter

| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |

.:Birthplace:. The Enchanted Forest
.:Family:. Grace [daughter] Wife; deceased
.:Occupation:. hat maker, realm jumper, mushroom seller, loving father
.:History:. Jefferson had always had a remarkable skill of making hats. What set him apart from others was that his hats held the unique ability to create portals that could transport people to different realms. It was a dangerous venture, but Jefferson was successful in his attempts, and became obsessed with the concept. He started to build a name for himself, assisting some of the most powerful users of magic in this seemingly impossible task. Jefferson spent many years, getting paid well for these services, and eventually... found love. But that didn't stop him. Not when he married the woman he loved, nor when their daughter, Grace, was born. He wished to provide a proper life for them and his line of work paid handsomely.

It wasn't until it was this very line of work, that caused the tragic death of his wife, that Jefferson began to re-evaluate his life. He decided to hang up his hat, and find a more modest lifestyle for his daughter and him. He had a crippling fear of Grace losing her father, just like his mother, so abandoned his portal hopping job, found a quaint home in the middle of the woods, and here he raised their daughter. He began to sell mushrooms, and while they took a financial hit, they were happy in this modest lifestyle. All that, was about to change.

Once having done business with the queen before, Regina showed up at his home and made him an offer where he could provide a better life for his daughter. Jefferson refused until his inability to provide his daughter with a simple stuffed toy, made him realize his failures in providing a better life for her. He agreed to Regina's offer, venturing with her to Wonderland. What he did not anticipate was her betrayal that resulted in being at the mercy of the queen of hearts. She tasked him with the impossible mission of creating another hat to portal travel, and he remained trapped in a room for countless years, his sanity slipping away from him as he crew consumed with desperation to make a hat.

Under the curse, Jefferson was one of the very few individuals who's memory remained in tact. This, was ultimately his curse. He resides in an enormous house, with everything he could ever want . . . except his daughter. Trapped for 28 years, he watches her from afar, grief stricken at her life without him, and never approaching her as her father out of fear that it would only confuse her. He is desperate to return home, and find away for her to lose memories of this world for he does not want her to have conflicting realities. Even when the curse was broken, he did not immediately go to her, afraid that she would hate him for having left her all those years ago. But much to his delight, she embraced him as her father, and with her, with his beloved daughter, finally found the start to their happy ending.

| ~ • ~ | Sample Post | ~ • ~ |

"Would you like some more tea, Papa?" Grace offered as she held up the teapot, doing justice to her name as she held it with such grace and poise. "Why yes, that would be delightful," Jefferson responded with a smile. It was turning into a daily tradition, these tea parties of theirs. But truth be told, Jefferson adored every second of it. "I must say, you are the best tea maker in this entire kingdom. Perhaps beyond!" Jefferson stated with a genuine look and matching tone of voice.

"Hey!" he suddenly said, pulling away his cup and plate from the stuffed tortoise to his left. Giving him a suspicious look, Jefferson then leaned forward, speaking in a whispered voice. "Mr. Tortoise here is trying to steal my cookie," he said, eying the inanimate object. But all that mattered was that their existence was real to Grace, and he would play along with his wonderfully imaginative daughter. His accusation caused Grace to giggle as she lifted a pretend cookie from her plate and put it on the stuffed animal's.

"There is plenty of cookies to go around, Mr. Tortoise. It's not nice to steal you know! My papa says an honest living, is the best living." The words caused Jefferson to softly smile with pride, hearing her speak positively of his words. . . holding no resentment that their life was a simple one; that she was the daughter of a mushroom seller.

"You know, if he had just asked instead of grabbed, I would have given him half," Jefferson said in a rather matter of fact tone before taking a sip of his imaginary tea. "Good thing he's a tortoise then papa, cause if he wasn't slow, he may have been able to take it!" Grace added, laughing at the thought while Jefferson himself could not help but smile. A simple and modest life they lived . . . but it was above all else, a happy one.