The Mad Hatter

The mercury had left her half mad. She was an unpredictable beauty lost in a world of her own creation. Her tattooed body a canvas of movement. Her hair exploded out into the world, just as unruly as its owner.

Her words riddles, her laughter wild, and when she ceased smiling, you weren’t sure whether to lose yourself in her eyes or to run. She had fought with Time and was now permanently trapped at six o’clock.

The Hatter was as insane as she was stunning. She was feared as much as she was adored, and even Alice couldn’t argue with that.