allie
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Post by allie on May 20, 2011 20:49:26 GMT -5
SAVING ALICE
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It's Alice for short, love.
MATURITY
five.
CHROMOSOMES
xx (female).
PERSONALITY
Alice isn't quite your typical femme fatal. Although her slight immaturity due to her age can lead you to believe she holds much of her innocence, it's really not so. She, like any other judgmental queen, enjoys a good sarcastic punch thrown in anyone's direction. Surprisingly she has well of wit and knowledge that allows her intelligence to be just above average. Curiosity did kill the cat however. Alice is a sucker for mystery, anything new and unknown to her makes her mouth water. Any creature she's never seen, any personality traits she's never uncovered, she's like a modern day Nancy Drew, the nosiest yet most charming sleuth that won't stop until the case has been solved. The world is truly her playground, nothing can get in the way of her exploring and nothing stops her curiosity from peaking. Some times she can be a stubborn mule or as some may say a spoiled princess who wants her way all the time. Unfortunately her keen interest in the entire world causes her to be slightly ADD, nothing holds her attention for too long, especially if god forbid it's too boring for her to bare. Her true feelings are always on stage, she has no problems telling it how it is, and that's what makes that something that's not right about Alice, so divine.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Impure porcelain stains her encasement. Almost unnoticeable grey dapples, like sun freckles on the most virgin skin, line her alabaster sheath. Slightly rugged untamed chains hang from her crown and hinds, it's not uncommon for twigs, leaves and mud to tangle their way into them. Her frame rests at an unimpressive 14 hands, just average. Arabian and Lipizzaner blood coarse through her veins with a vengeance, her obvious grace and delicate movements a proud reminder of that lineage. However, her bones protrude from underneath their epidermis encasement, ribs, hips and shoulders poking mercilessly at the surface. That doesn't stop the pearly while smirk from being painted on her darkened cobalt mug. Honey occuli poke out from charcoal circles surrounding them, dancing with light that catch them and reflect gold in the rays of the sun. She sure is a mess, but darling, she's still a mess to admire.
HISTORY
Alice was raised into your typical family. Mommy was a beauty queen, daddy didn't much care. Let's not beat around the bush, her mother was a tramp. One day they met and not too long after, sweet little Alice was born. Sure, her mother raised her to be prim and proper, and to always say her p's and q's, but not every little girl can stay good for too long. As age caught up with her, she began transforming into her own person, a girl even a mother wouldn't desire. Alice was, well, she was strange. The world they lived in was not the world Alice was in. Creatures would talk to her and she would befriend them, the whole world was alive and she could see things no others could see. Still people wonder if she's a little mental, but I say her imagination is just grand. She lives in a place of endless possibilities, and that was a thing Mommy did not tolerate at all. The more Alice became lost in her universe, the harder mother dear would punish her and the more brutal the hits. Yes, pretty little Alice had her bumps and bruises until the day she grew old enough to leave her tramp of a dam behind. With no "I love you" or wholesome goodbye Alice left her mother to dwell in her miserable existence all alone. No longer were the days when Alice would watch her mother shamelessly and pathetically swoon over any male, lure them into her clutches, fall hopelessly in love only to be left and be more of a shattered image of a once independent femme. And so as a weary traveler she explored, never to stop in once place for too long. Along her travels she comes here, a little lost, but with the most imagination this place has ever seen.
OTHER
Admire me h e r e.
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