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    Wonderland wasn't always this way. There was a time when it mirrored medieval England, albeit with a few magical elements: a few quirks and eccentricities that made it truly unique. While all feared the Queen's mercurial temper and the fine blade of her Guillotine, all was well, until a little girl named Alice Liddell disturbed the status quo and sparked a revolution. The kingdom began to fall into decay as the taint of the modern world invaded. History is beginning to repeat itself and no one is happy. As the Queen of Hearts tangles in a battle of wits and riddles with the Cheshire Cat, the rest are starting to wonder ... is it true that the White Rabbit is bringing humans to Wonderland when they themselves are banned from going to London?

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 bouchard, pierre, M | 27 | GRYPHON | BRENDON URIE
pierre bouchard
 Posted: Feb 26 2015, 04:10 AM
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it, ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and it doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up I've never been so surreptitious, so of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.
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pierre bouchard

Pierre Morgan Bouchard
A gryphon! Part eagle, part lion - the best of each, I always say!
Gryphon has always loved Wonderland--but truth be told, he misses London. The freedom, the sheer mass of mystery and curios just waiting to be plucked like golden apples. Besides, Wonderland lost a bit of its luster with both feet anchored solidly to the ground. That whole walking nonsense is just not cool, and for some reason non-sentient animals really, really dislike him--no horses within a ten yard radius. But he manages to carve out a living just fine, working odd jobs where he can. For anyone willing to pay money, really. Admittedly, he loves the new Wonderland style. The clash of ancient and newly stolen infrastructures, the gaudy and the prude. Even Wonderland's vicious nature has begun a war on the encroaching city-scape.

Whatever happens, it'll be one hell of a ride.

ostentatious — dreamer —conceited — stubborn — carefree
Pierre Morgan Bouchard

Bird-boy, Erie, loudmouth, etc.

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In London he had extremely sticky fingers--the habit hasn't broken yet
When you have wings the realm lays bare beneath your talons. The frigid air, the shimmering clouds ripped apart in your wake--as if there's nothing you can't do.

Gryphon can't remember when he was born. Not the day, nor the hour. Not even the season. He remembers being a fledgling, a tiny puff ball with over-sized wings and a stunted tail. His father was an enormous, majestic beast with golden feathers and a glorious mane. His sleek, petite mother had a motley spattering of silver feathers, spilling to black at her paws. He had three siblings, two brothers and a sister. A small litter but his parents never complained.

Many years slithered by in agonizing adolescence: weird feathers grew in uncomfortable places and a painful growth spurt kept him grounded for almost a month. But Gryphon grew into a fine, glorious young griffin. He flew across the whole of Wonderland, determined reach the sun. He never managed, of course. He'd burn first. Yet the dream was always there. The belief that nothing was truly out of reach. Whether through grandiose ambitions or unfettered greed, Gryphon explored high and low, wherever his wings could take him. Secretly he amassed a horde of glittering objects, from crooked forks to expensive jewelry, whatever he could sink his talons into.

Even as a child, Gryphon stood out. His parents called him Golden Feathers - his bad nicknaming abilities definitely comes from his parents - and shifted to Loud Beak. But of course, then things changed. As a young gryphon, a young girl named Alice arrived. She gave him attention - accidentally - and when the whole realm went up in a fury of chaos and that little girl vanished, everyone she had contact with became famous. The Mock Turtle had visitors for a very, very long time afterward. Never improved their mood, though. Loud Beak, however, became the Gryphon. Which he shortened to simply Gryphon. As if he was the only one in existence. He wasn't, of course, but his siblings took great insult after the incident. They broke ties, not wanting to deal with their obnoxious, arrogant brother.

When Alice's arrival opened up the realm to London, Gryphon turned up his beak. What could that dirty, noisy world provide that Wonderland did not? Granted he'd liked the girl well enough, for the brief encounter it was. She had quite the contrary attitude and was frightfully foolish when she opened her mouth, but she was interesting and Gryphon took a liking to her, for all his rudeness. But this new world? Pass. Though he had any number of reasons, a different one each time someone asked, a single sliver of truth remained buried beneath. He was afraid. Cowardly, to say the least. Of course, Mock Turtle certainly didn't advocate for adventure.

But Gryphon, easily baited, caved in eventually. A certain lady bunny, a challenge, and the enticement of a mismatched brass spoon collection overpowered Gryphon's sense of self preservation. And the moment he stepped through the looking glass, he was hooked. The sights, the sounds...the people! Humans were infinitely fascinating, covered in awkward clothes and spitting dozens of accents alike and yet vastly different from little Alice.

Newly minted Pierre Bouchard, the lavish glutton shot through London like an elderly couple at a yard sale. Greedily, without sense, and often with a "senile" air when someone caught him with both hands in the cookie jar. His once reasonably sized cave filled to bursting with sequin cloth, garish hats, even satin spats--which was curious, considering he couldn't wear anything once he slipped past the looking glass. The accumulation of human nonsense spilled over into his dragon sized horde of worthless treasures - including a certain brass spoon collection - and the resulting aesthetic left Pierre with little more than a small living space near the entrance.

He spent many years traversing the whole of London, even hopping a plane or boat to explore further. It was sheer luck he'd returned to wonderland but a few days before everything changed, otherwise he'd be halfway to Egypt by now; they had a lot of shiny things, or so he'd heard. But when the portals shut down Pierre wasn't the only one mourning. At first he wasn't sure what to think. His human guise wasn't altogether unappealing but to wake up in his own cave naked as all get-out with slender human fingers and wiggly toes was wrong on so very many levels. His greed was for once worth something--he had plenty of antiquated clothes to slap on.

For the first few months he didn't really mind being stuck on two legs. Gryphon spent plenty of time on two legs in London, there was nothing wrong in that. But there came the days when he ached to take flight--and could not. He had to leave his cave for a more human-worthy dwelling. On top of that, Gryphon was forced to acquire a more mundane way of life. Gone were the days of taking wing to hunt down dinner; now he had to work for it, and not always pleasant occupations. London had been easier; money was more readily available in comparison, and if not most times he could scout out some lovely corner near the Camden market or in Hyde park strumming for change. Pierre found a certain skill with instruments, though that may attest to the eighty years he spent practicing on street corners.

When the portals closed and Gryphon was trapped in Pierre's skin, thankfully there were plenty of Wonderland festivities into which he could throw his two cents. Wonderland held Music festivals and grand theatre shows he could join for decent pay. His bouyant personality and easy charm wooed crowds. He could also play the darker parts with relish. He carved a meager life into Wonderland as best he could. He loved his home. But Gryphon missed who he once was, no matter how foolish and arrogant he'd been. So much had changed he wasn't sure if there was any part of Gryphon left.

Few things hurt so deeply as that.

It wasn't so black and white, this new Wonderland. Magic had all but bled dry. Massive buildings rivaled the glittering palace. Streets were paved, only to crack under the force of a violent attack via foliage. The realm seeped into a darkness of their own making. Shadows threatened, beast became man--and human instincts fed the chaos within.

Maybe it was simply Gryphon's nature. Maybe he was tainted by the same sickness plaguing Wonderland. But when he was trapped as certainly as the rest of the realm on the darker side of the portal, he was not the same. Mischief, once to alleviate boredom, now fed selfish desires. Uncertainty became hostility. Or, as his papa might say, the heavy atmosphere was getting to him. "You need to get your head in the clouds before all this oppressive air chokes the spirit out of you."

Truth be told, he still could. Taste the clouds, so to speak. He retained a feeble hold on his old form. But it hurt. By the bread-and-butterflies, it hurt. Like someone ripped his skin from his bones, then crushed his bones into powder before being packed into a tiny tin shell. On fire. And his transformation was fickle. Maybe it would last the whole day, maybe half an hour. Sometimes he stumbled to the ground in a heap, sometimes he plummeted like a dying star and broke something vital.

Most often he fell into a dreamless slumber that might last two days or two weeks. It wasn't pleasant, and being shoved back into human skin was worse than not having access to his once glorious form at all. So he fooled himself into believing his plumage was gone for good until something drove him to the skies as surely as Ruby drove him into London, albeit with less pleasing results.

By then all Gryphon could do was survive; but in that, he had always excelled.

taylor — 22 — az — pm — achilles
 Posted: Mar 3 2015, 06:05 PM
You stand with your hand on my waist line It's a scene & we're out here in plain sight I can hear them whisper as we pass by It's a bad sign bad sign Something happens when everybody finds out See the vultures circling dark clouds Love's a fragile little flame it could burn out It could burn out
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welcome to the site! very excited to have the gryphon! i love his dragon-like behavior in regards to hoarding human things and clothes and then how he grew darker once the portals closed. fill out your claims and you'll be good to go!
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