Post by MJ on Aug 6, 2009 20:07:31 GMT -5
[/font][/font][/size][/size]Introducing… Alice Liddell !
Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself…[/blockquote][/center]
Name: Alice Marie Liddell
Nicknames: Ally, Al, 'that crazy chick'
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Where you stand?: Other Floater
Play by: Agyness Deyn
Nicknames: Ally, Al, 'that crazy chick'
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Where you stand?: Other Floater
Play by: Agyness Deyn
I'm a man of wealth and taste...
Appearance:
Alice seems to have inherited her father's genes entirely. Though her mother was a gypsy, there is none of that evident in her coloring; she is pale as a porcelain doll, her hair a blond so fair as to be almost white, her eyes the lightest of blues. Because her hair is so light, it's nearly impossible to see her eyebrows, and the girl seems to be constantly surprised. Her eyes seem larger than usual and doe like in their innocence, if occasionally a bit vacant.
She is short for her age, thin, with long limbs and scarce muscle. Alice looks very delicate, and, indeed, is prone to a great deal of bruising; while daydreaming she tends to run into things, and her skin is normally a patchwork of healing bruises or scrapes.
Though her hair once fell to her waist, perfectly straight, and unfortunate incident with a thorn bush required that it be chopped in order to free her- Alice currently sports scandalously short locks only a few inches long, spiking out all over her head and giving her the appearance of a dandelion.
Alice's upbringing sparked a passion for color that the following years could not rid her of; she enjoys bright scarlets, deep blues, any eye-catching shade, often at the same time. She could care less about fashion, but does enjoy twirling around in her voluminous skirts.
Her movements are startlingly graceful, as though she's moving through water, not entirely on the same plane as everyone else. Of course, the illusion of grace is quite ruined when she runs into a tree.
Personality:
A polite term for Alice's behavior would be 'quirky'. Less than flattering are the words bizarre, unusual, crazy. All are equally true.
She views the world with a kind of detached fascination, as though it's all a fairy tale and she is merely along for the ride. Unbound by social norms she'll question the facts and suggest the impossible all in the same breath. She's intrigued by how things work, why things work. Her conversation is a series of butterfly leaps of logic, and thus a bit bewildering for the average person.
Alice is equally polite to all social classes- while she might not adhere to etiquette, she would never knowingly say a harsh word. Even when she's being insulted to her face, the words don't seem to strike, as though they slide right off. She will, however, say exactly what she thinks with no attempt to flatter. If she thinks you're being rude, she'll say so; likewise, the lightest compliment to her earns a glowing smile. Alice takes all words at face value, even when proven wrong time and time again. Hers is an unrelenting optimism.
Once she has a friend, they are friends for life. Even if the other person isn't aware they're friends, Alice will be loyal to the end. She enjoys being in the company of young children- perhaps because they are similar in outlook- and can often be found leading them about the grounds like a mother duck, playing along with all their games. The girl attaches herself to any group she feels like at the moment, and is always certain she'll be accepted. She isn't self-conscious in the slightest.
But be warned. Though any cruel words to herself she ignores easily, any attack on her friends will be met with implacable anger. She's capable of a fierce glare when she puts her heart into it, and isn't afraid to flail wildly in someone's direction. Her punches might not be accurate, but there are a lot of them, and they're got righteous fury behind them.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Dreams: Alice's dream changes from moment to moment- but a recurring wish is to be a teacher for young children, or perhaps a florist.
Fears: Enclosed spaces, being paralysed, being married off, losing any of her senses, dead bodies
Alice seems to have inherited her father's genes entirely. Though her mother was a gypsy, there is none of that evident in her coloring; she is pale as a porcelain doll, her hair a blond so fair as to be almost white, her eyes the lightest of blues. Because her hair is so light, it's nearly impossible to see her eyebrows, and the girl seems to be constantly surprised. Her eyes seem larger than usual and doe like in their innocence, if occasionally a bit vacant.
She is short for her age, thin, with long limbs and scarce muscle. Alice looks very delicate, and, indeed, is prone to a great deal of bruising; while daydreaming she tends to run into things, and her skin is normally a patchwork of healing bruises or scrapes.
Though her hair once fell to her waist, perfectly straight, and unfortunate incident with a thorn bush required that it be chopped in order to free her- Alice currently sports scandalously short locks only a few inches long, spiking out all over her head and giving her the appearance of a dandelion.
Alice's upbringing sparked a passion for color that the following years could not rid her of; she enjoys bright scarlets, deep blues, any eye-catching shade, often at the same time. She could care less about fashion, but does enjoy twirling around in her voluminous skirts.
Her movements are startlingly graceful, as though she's moving through water, not entirely on the same plane as everyone else. Of course, the illusion of grace is quite ruined when she runs into a tree.
Personality:
A polite term for Alice's behavior would be 'quirky'. Less than flattering are the words bizarre, unusual, crazy. All are equally true.
She views the world with a kind of detached fascination, as though it's all a fairy tale and she is merely along for the ride. Unbound by social norms she'll question the facts and suggest the impossible all in the same breath. She's intrigued by how things work, why things work. Her conversation is a series of butterfly leaps of logic, and thus a bit bewildering for the average person.
Alice is equally polite to all social classes- while she might not adhere to etiquette, she would never knowingly say a harsh word. Even when she's being insulted to her face, the words don't seem to strike, as though they slide right off. She will, however, say exactly what she thinks with no attempt to flatter. If she thinks you're being rude, she'll say so; likewise, the lightest compliment to her earns a glowing smile. Alice takes all words at face value, even when proven wrong time and time again. Hers is an unrelenting optimism.
Once she has a friend, they are friends for life. Even if the other person isn't aware they're friends, Alice will be loyal to the end. She enjoys being in the company of young children- perhaps because they are similar in outlook- and can often be found leading them about the grounds like a mother duck, playing along with all their games. The girl attaches herself to any group she feels like at the moment, and is always certain she'll be accepted. She isn't self-conscious in the slightest.
But be warned. Though any cruel words to herself she ignores easily, any attack on her friends will be met with implacable anger. She's capable of a fierce glare when she puts her heart into it, and isn't afraid to flail wildly in someone's direction. Her punches might not be accurate, but there are a lot of them, and they're got righteous fury behind them.
Likes:
- The outdoors
- Questions
- Bright colors
- Dancing (badly)
- Being around people
- Music
- Bare feet
- Moonlight
- Late nights and early mornings
Dislikes:
- Confining spaces
- Being silent
- Boring clothes
- Corsets, boots, gloves
- Being alone
- Mathematics
- Bullies
- Sugar in her tea
Dreams: Alice's dream changes from moment to moment- but a recurring wish is to be a teacher for young children, or perhaps a florist.
Fears: Enclosed spaces, being paralysed, being married off, losing any of her senses, dead bodies
I've been around for a long, long year...
History:
Alice is the result of a drunken union between a wealthy young lord and a wandering gypsy.
It was a festival night, and Damion Liddell had little thought beyond the pleasures of the moment. When the caravan left the morning after, he had no idea that his unborn daughter traveled with it. Sparrow, for her part, had no idea that in just nine months' time she would be bringing a baby girl into the world.
Both got a rather large surprise.
Sparrow, truly tried her best to raise the little girl on her own. However, she was obviously different from the rest of the wagon children- Alice never seemed to quite fit in, and spent a lot of her time alone, getting lost or wandering along beside the horses. The other children, cruel in the way of younglings who had yet to know better, kept her out of their games and circles. And Sparrow quickly discovered that motherhood was far more responsibility than she was ready for- so, the next time their route passed into town, Alice was unceremoniously dumped on her father's doorstep.
Damion was, understandably, a bit flustered to discover he'd fathered a bastard; he was nearly married, after all, to a pretty young thing named Annette. It wouldn't do to have a reminder of his previous antics scurrying about the house. He would have given her to an orphanage had not his housekeeper, Damion's old nursemaid, stepped in and asked to raise the child as her own. She was getting on in years, and barren, and would he grant her this one thing for all her time in his service?
So it happened that Alice grew up in Nanny's care, raised in her father's household right under his new wife's nose. She was treated as a messenger, cook's helper, all-around errand girl. Nanny gave her a basic education, and in Alice's free time she loved to explore the house's vast library or the gardens, and developed an unfortunate habit of climbing trees. As the girl grew older, however, her resemblence to the head of house grew more and more marked. Knowing that Annette would figure it out sooner or later, he decided to send the troublesome child away.
And so Alice came to Florence's.
Family:
Damion Liddell: Father
Sparrow Sweetgrass: Mother
Annette Liddell: Stepmother
Helga Rousse, aka Nanny: Guardian
Anything you'd like to add?
....No? xD
Alice is the result of a drunken union between a wealthy young lord and a wandering gypsy.
It was a festival night, and Damion Liddell had little thought beyond the pleasures of the moment. When the caravan left the morning after, he had no idea that his unborn daughter traveled with it. Sparrow, for her part, had no idea that in just nine months' time she would be bringing a baby girl into the world.
Both got a rather large surprise.
Sparrow, truly tried her best to raise the little girl on her own. However, she was obviously different from the rest of the wagon children- Alice never seemed to quite fit in, and spent a lot of her time alone, getting lost or wandering along beside the horses. The other children, cruel in the way of younglings who had yet to know better, kept her out of their games and circles. And Sparrow quickly discovered that motherhood was far more responsibility than she was ready for- so, the next time their route passed into town, Alice was unceremoniously dumped on her father's doorstep.
Damion was, understandably, a bit flustered to discover he'd fathered a bastard; he was nearly married, after all, to a pretty young thing named Annette. It wouldn't do to have a reminder of his previous antics scurrying about the house. He would have given her to an orphanage had not his housekeeper, Damion's old nursemaid, stepped in and asked to raise the child as her own. She was getting on in years, and barren, and would he grant her this one thing for all her time in his service?
So it happened that Alice grew up in Nanny's care, raised in her father's household right under his new wife's nose. She was treated as a messenger, cook's helper, all-around errand girl. Nanny gave her a basic education, and in Alice's free time she loved to explore the house's vast library or the gardens, and developed an unfortunate habit of climbing trees. As the girl grew older, however, her resemblence to the head of house grew more and more marked. Knowing that Annette would figure it out sooner or later, he decided to send the troublesome child away.
And so Alice came to Florence's.
Family:
Damion Liddell: Father
Sparrow Sweetgrass: Mother
Annette Liddell: Stepmother
Helga Rousse, aka Nanny: Guardian
Anything you'd like to add?
....No? xD
Hope you guess my name...
Your name: MJ
Parent of which characters: Jonathan Harvey =)
Parent of which characters: Jonathan Harvey =)
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game...
(c) Poe & Realms of Fantasia
Lyrics (c) Guns N' Roses
Do not steal.
It's bad.
