Alice Liddell

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Name: Alice Liddell
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Hometown: Westminster, London UK
Occupation: Homeless
Characteristics: Categorically insane.
Placement: Deranged


Personality: Despite displaying remarkable intelligence, Alice conducts herself quite like any normal human being under her own circumstances would; Reserved, calloused, timid, shy, and generally questioning of others with a cynical and insecure doubt, though she can also be clever and quick witted during moments of higher energy. Most of the time, she simply keeps to herself. Smiling only on occasion, Alice speaks to others with a somewhat cold and indifferent demeanor though she is not so quick as to turn away company nor is she harsh in speaking but polite in her own way. Alice is also known to be quite stubborn, and has a tendency to become upset when someone says something she disagrees with, dislikes, or when she is condescended; Alice will attack back verbally or, in extreme cases, physically.

At present, Alice can best be described as detached; from the way she speaks to her behavioral mannerism, it stands in stark contrast to that of the everyday human being (In general). Her mind freely and easily wanders toward thoughts of "that place," though where and what that place is remains uncertain yet she often expresses concern and desire to return there.
At times she can appear to be quite nervous and paranoid; Restlessness settles and she becomes considerably less comprehensible and irate. It would appear as though some distant memory or fear has returned during these moments to torment her to the point of a more literal detachment.

Appearance

Physical Condition: Physically, Alice is quite normal. Being neither small nor large, defined nor frail, nor is she weak or particularly strong, though stronger than most girls her age. Her prominent strengths are intellect based and it is demonstrated even in her physical profile.

• Intellect - Alice possesses one of the most brilliant minds to be found in modern day culture when it comes to mathematics and logic. Chess and number games being her primary means of exercising these traits. However, due to the current state of mind she is in, this intelligence seems to be wasted on the trivial pursuit of "the Rabbit," solving the riddle of the key inside the box, and going back to "that place."
  
• Reflex - Although far from being a seasoned athlete, Alice does possess quick hands, possibly due to her quick thinking, and can easily do away with the common bag snatcher should she have to.
  
• Agility - Strong legs have carried her to and from "that place," time and again. Whether Alice is running away or on the approach, she is remarkably quick footed. It would seem as though she had spent quite some time running...
  
• Hysteria - Provocation, injury, or the sight of blood are all key factors that tie in to a state of extreme mental detachment in which Alice becomes unmanageable absolutely. She becomes something of a literal force of unyielding and merciless rage; a vessel of wrath pouring outward on any and all around her and not stopping until whatever emotional response triggered is satiated. Past methods to (temporarily) ease the hysteria have included sedatives, constant restraint, or simply knocking her unconscious.

Character Accessories:

• Vorpal Blade - A large chef's knife with a black handle. Though sharp, the blade seems old and stained...
  
• Mimzy - A stuffed rabbit.
  

ASSOCIATIONS

• Friends: Cheshire, Physics Professor Francis Granger, Mimzy.
  
• Enemies: Jabberwocky and the Red Queen of Hearts.
  
• Rivals: None
  
• Lover(s): None
  
• Relatives: Deceased.
  

History

During her time in Belkane, Alice was in a catatonic state for nearly 5 years (it is assumed that an extreme case of survivor's guilt employed after the murder of her two sisters, mother, followed by the death of her father a year later triggered the catatonia). After much treatment and analysis, Alice awoke a progressive rejuvenation of normal behavioral characteristics though not quite "normal," by conventional standards. Her speech and mannerism were different somehow in a way that could not be described and she seemed almost as though in a state of euphoria upon awakening. Not long after, she was allowed to leave Belkane provided she return on a monthly basis for analysis.

Despite having been in a state of catatonia, her brain activity was actively and remarkably high as if Alice was under a constant state of REM or dreaming. Whatever visions, if any, claim not to be remembered and when asked she becomes considerably reserved and distant choosing rather to speak of other things than of "a successions of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep... though I do miss the Hatter."

Deemed sane by the Belkane Committee and cleared for release, Alice left the institute and lived a seemingly normal lifestyle of waiting on tables and attending high school. Generally keeping to herself and her thoughts, Alice lived under the care of a wealthy host family in upper class Los Angeles. Though the lavishes of wealth were free and open to her, she chose rather to live a more simple lifestyle than to immerse herself in decadence of rich squalor.

But this family had a darker secret themselves.

Such secrets would remain secrets until Alice deemed them worthy of making such secrets known to the world. As it stands, she tells no one of this family by name of the Brodericks or of their exploits and deeds nor would she tell anyone of the twin daughters, teenage son, black labrador, or middle aged mother and father. No, such things were simply memories that need not be recalled or entertained; yes, no need to think about such things, now is there?

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One night, however, the Rabbit came to her;

It came to her in her sleep.

It bid her to follow.


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Role Play Sample

Though it's body, save for it's hands, feet, and head, were that of a man, it was most definitely a rabbit, clearly a rabbit, it could not possibly be anything else but a rabbit. Alice knew, unquestionably, that she had seen it before but where? Where was the question that clawed at her mind like an animal desperate to escape the confines of it's confines but in all of it's clawings it failed to breach the surface and make itself known.

So she stared at it's form, it's crooked neck with it's upright stance, and she became frightened, yet in the midst of such fright she found herself at peace despite it's bloodied red left eye, and the red stains around it's mouth, and the heart shaped scar over it's chest where heart's are normally kept. Incidentally, Alice found herself uttering soft words as she stood at her doorway and peered outward, beyond the rabbit, into the deep darkness of they beyond.

"It's time to go back, isn't it?"

With Mimzy in hand and a bag of the most basic of needs Alice left, in the dead of night, escaping the confines of her lavish home and she followed the Rabbit down the long bright curve where she would awaken not long after, though perhaps long after, and remembering nothing but inklings of somethings.

She would scream in fright of the Vorpal Blade in her hand, and truly it was quite Vorpal indeed as she saw from where she stands, though she simply stood in stare and confusion and in hopeful hoping that she committed to no such particular deed the likes of which any and all would easily understand though only few could such truths withstand and there were still but mere inklings of somethings she hoped were hopefully nothings.

Blood and a lot of it, scuffles and struggles, she remembered she could not get enough of it, yet for some reason her mind stuffed it despite sore mumbles and sore knuckles; brief images and instances, scrimmages and grievances, she screamed but no one heard her, and for all she could remember she remembered only the night of the murder, nothing more but the night of the murder.

So they, she and Gryphon who she both knew and not knew, and Mimzy who spoke to her in ways no other ears could hear such speakings, went up to the rocks beside the sea to see the Mock Turtle who looked at them with large eyes full of tears but said nothing.

"This here young lady," said the Gryphon with a voice familiar though it was the first she had heard it, "She wants for to know your history, she do."

"I'll tell it her," said the Mock Turtle in a deep, hollow tone: "Sit down, both of you, and don't speak a word till I've finished."

So they sat down, each in their place, and nobody spoke for some minutes despite the silence that stood eager to be broke. Alice thought to herself, "I don't see how he can even finish, if he doesn't begin." But she waited patiently, patiently, and patiently.

"Once," said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deep sigh, "I was a real Turtle."

These words were followed by a very long silence, broken only by an occasional exclamation of `Hjckrrh!' from the Gryphon, and the constant heavy sobbing of the Mock Turtle. Alice was very nearly getting up and saying, "Thank you, sir, for your interesting story," but she could not help thinking there must be more to come, surely much more, so she sat still and said nothing.

"When we were little," the Mock Turtle went on at last, more calmly, though still sobbing a little now and then, "We went to school in the sea. The master was an old Turtle--we used to call him Tortoise--"

"Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn't one?" Alice asked.

"We called him Tortoise because he taught us," said the Mock Turtle angrily: "Really you are very dull!"

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