Top Hat Character Novels & Stories

She argues, and it sounds like she’s trying to convince herself to not give in. Akio grins. “No you won’t.” He takes a step closer to her, and their height difference is simply, adorably, perfect. “My hat will protect you.” He says, taking it off and placing it on her head. His hair falls down his shoulders and I catch Bibah biting down a smile as she tips the hat back so it balances well. Akio shrugs off his top coat and tosses it to William. Bibah shakes her head in stubborn, adamant disagreement.

―Hey! The man held up his hand to shush him. He inspected the inside of the hat and a big grin crossed his face. ―Irving Spencer. It is you! Your ma said that you always put this design on your hat.‖ He pointed to the deputy badge that had been stitched into the front of the hat.

* Axel * It was not what I had expected, for the old man to come down first than the rest of his army. He walks slowly dressed up in a fancy white suit with a formal white hat on top of his head. I could tell that he has no hair underneath the expensive fabric of the hat, but his build is still strong with his legs walking evenly unlike the rest of the old men that I have seen who have reached the age of over sixty or nearly seventy years old. I opened the door beside which alerted all of my men inside.

The brothers had said they would meet them at the party. Tom was dressed as the Mad Hatter. The costume was rather clever and fun. Tom wore a white broadcloth with a collar with a black ascot around the collar. The vest was orange and brown print corduroy and lined with orange satin. He had a green, velvet jacket with cuffs and large lapels. The green plaid twill pants and the huge foam velvet top hat really pulled it together. Not wanting to distract from everything else, Ava convinced him to wear black dress shoes with it. He hadn’t wanted to at first because he saved his dress shoes for special occasions – like weddings and funerals. Ava assumed this was his father’s influence. But she co

Amberleigh had always imagined The Mad Hatter was an older man with crazy hair, crazy suits, a Joker smile, and a top hat. Well, she only had two of those features right about the man sitting in the plush chair grinning at her in an unsettling manner. He was wearing a purple velvet suit and looked like one crazy mother fucker for sure.

“I am who exists in both worlds, where the current one should not. I hold a sin and choose to snap into this little mad hunt I enjoy the most. I to whom they call a mad man yet does not clearly define me and even enough to be called as one. I laugh, I skip as I do sometimes look like a clown with its very façade behind the horn I have. Who am I?” With the character and image that slowly built and appeared before her, she took her time as she somehow stares blankly at the character that started with its infamous hat, down unto its face and figure that seems to not jive to the size and proportion of its enormous head, the voice asks her once more.

He took his own hat off and slapped the dust off his pants leg with it. He had curly black hair, but Newt saw to his surprise that there was a sizable bald spot on the top of his head. “He found that cap in the fifties, to the best of my recollection,” Augustus said. “You know Deets is like me—he’s not one to quit on a garment just because it’s got a little age. We can’t all be fine dressers like you, Jake.” Jake turned his coffee eyes on Augustus and broke out another slow grin. “What’d it take to get you to whip up another

His slim figure was bowing at us as his hand was holding an extravagant hat filled with colorful feathers. "Be prepared! For I! The GREAT William! Will shape you all into fine pieces of art!" For a moment I felt his gaze land upon me. No. On all of us three. "Not even demons will be able to escape..." I involuntarily frowned. The memories of when I read how was this character returned at once to my mind as a chill ran down my spine. Out of all the people ruling this school. This man is probably the craziest of them all.

Initially, his face was shrouded by a cliché darkness hanging over his flat top Panama hat. "So, where do you suppose we should plan this, Mr. Meyer?" Charles asks the gentleman that was revealed to be Caine. He finally shew his face as he releases a very warm Joker-esque crossed with Mother Theresa type of grin.

However, upon hearing Hilda's voice, he paused and looked back. He was obviously playing the role of a knight. Dressed in a costume as white as snow, he even wore a hat with his face covered by a white veil. Hilda didn't care whether his face was handsome or not, for she just wanted to take a picture together with him before anything else. So, she said eagerly, "Hi, may I take a picture together with you?" The hat moved slightly. And the person seemed to have nodded.