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Sir Esquire
Legacy Name: Sir Esquire

The

Graveyard Kanis
Owner:

Kaylene

Age: 12 years, 10 months, 2 days

Born: June 27th, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 10 months ago

Adopted: June 30th, 2011

Pet Spotlight Winner
October 6th, 2013

Statistics

Level: 9
Strength: 24
Defense: 19
Speed: 18
Health: 27
HP: 0/27
Intelligence: 2
Books Read: 2
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Esquire

(Es-kwire)
The Graveyard Kanis
Owner - Kaylene

semolina pilchard

climbing up the eiffel tower
elementary penguin
singing hari krishna

"Tea..? Would you care for some tea, wot, wot? I say, careful. HahaHA! It's a little COLD! WHEEEEEEEEEEEE."

Sir Esquire the White Rabbit is a little bit mad. By a little bit, I mean quite a bit. He's really quite harmless, unless you're allergic to tea and crumpets served from broken cups and plates, or you can't abide odd jokes. Or oddness in general. Very little Esquire says makes much sense - even when it sounds like it might, it doesn't. The mad White Rabbit, he was known as. The mad White Rabbit...

Sir Esquire lived for many years at the Graveyard in the Shadowglen, throwing tea parties with the tombstones and unnerving anybody who came to visit the graves. Nobody seems to know how he came to be there, or even when he arrived. Some seem to think he was an unfortunate victim of the first Great Pandemic, while others swear he'd been haunting the Graveyard far longer then that. Nobody is quite sure how he came to be in the state he is in, either. The Mad White Rabbit is by far not the most frightening resident of the Shadowglen, but his peculiar mannerisms serve to make him far more unsettling then he first appears.

It's unknown how old Esquire is, though he's certainly not young by any stretch of the imagination. His turn of phrase and his fondness for tea parties and top hats seems to suggest he was originally from a well bred, noble background. The general consensus of the Shadowglen residents is that he was a member of an old, aristocratic Subetan family, the kind descended from the original settlers. If that were the case, it becomes ever more mysterious how he wound up descending into madness and hopping around the Graveyard offering tea to ghosts and zombies. Perhaps his family were indeed wiped out in the first Great Pandemic. Perhaps they fell into ruin long before then and Esquire simply found himself abandoned in the Graveyard, left to slowly go mad. It's unlikely that Esquire himself remembers anymore and even if he did, it's even more unlikely he would ever tell.

'Sir Esquire the White Rabbit' is how Esquire introduces himself and if you ever want to coerce him into doing something, flattering him with his full title (or at the very least, calling him 'Sir') is a good way to go about it. Esquire may be mad but he is proud and somewhat vain. A part of him seems to remember that he came from a nobler background and he is capable of short bursts of clarity at times, when one would swear a completely different character had taken hold of him. Unfortunately these spells never last for long, and he soon slips back into the familiar security of madness.

sitting in an english garden

waiting for the sun
if the sun don't come, you get a tan
from standing in the english rain

Esquire may have been living alone amongst the tombs and mausoleums for longer then he or anybody else could remember, but that didn't stop a well meaning young woman from 'adopting' him and taking him away to live with her and her eclectic family of pets. That young woman was Kay. Never being one to turn down the offer of a cup of tea, she had an interesting picnic with the mad rabbit. After speaking with a few Shadowglen locals, she decided to go back for Esquire and offer him a home with her. Esquire, of course, didn't give a straight answer and Kay just took him with her anyway.

Since leaving the Graveyard, Esquire has ammased a small collection of teapots and teacups, top hats, fob watches vests and bow ties. He'd likely have more cups and plates, but he has an unfortunate tendency to smash them. His most prized possession is a set of working bagpipes that, remarkably, he isn't terribly bad at playing. (Not so remarkably, this does not make listening to them very much more bearable for Kay and the other pets.) His new family humour his quirks and a few will happily get caught up in his crazy tea parties and strange hi-jinx. It's hard to tell exactly what Sir Esquire is thinking at any point in time, but it seems that he enjoys his new life as much as he enjoyed the graveyard. At the very least - there's a bit more life at the tea parties these days.