Post by aliceliddell on Mar 13, 2010 2:59:51 GMT 10
alice eliza anne liddell
Curious Bright Shy
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]Name: Alice Eliza Anne Liddell
Nickname(s): Ally
Disney Character: Alice in Wonderland
Age: 18
Birthdate: 4th of May
Birthplace: Essex, England
Orientation: Primarily Heterosexual
Member group: quirky friend
Abilty: Mirror Walking;; Alice has the ability to travel short distances by walking into (yes, literally entering) a highly reflective surface, like a mirror. With her destination in mind, she simply focuses on where she wants to be, and reaches out the mirror, stepping through it in the same way that most people would a door, or any other entrance. Travel through the mirror world is nearly instantaneous, or at least, much faster than usual travel. To cross her maximum distance (one mile) takes roughly a minute or two. As long as she is touching people or objects, they can travel with her- but beware! Letting go will result in aimlessly wandering lost, possibly forever.
Drawback: Oh it sounds so pleasant, doesn’t it? To simply be able to hop into a mirror and be anywhere you like? Unfortunately, the truth of the matter isn’t quite so rosy. To begin with, not any old reflective surface will do- in other words, it has to be a mirror, or something with the same reflective properties (a glass of water, for example, while reflective, wouldn’t result in anything more than the poor girl getting a little wet!
As well, there must be an equally reflective surface to arrive at on the other end of the line. If there isn’t, she can remain stuck in the mirror world for an indefinite amount of time, wandering and searching for another surface to exit through. But unlike the maximum range of her conscious jaunts, these lost meanderings can toss her willy nilly anywhere in the world that she likes- and with no idea where it will be, or what it will be like when she arrives.
But travel through the mirror world is not a pleasant experience- it isn’t simply our own word in reverse. The mirror world is naught but shifting colours, a crazed and endless mist, of half heard voices, and misty figures, half seen out of the corner of your eye. It’s bitterly cold, with the sensation that someone is always watching you, unseen. This tends to leave the intrepid souls that venture here with the lingering, twitchy sick feeling (even quite some time after,), something like watching a particularly frightening horror movie.
Education: Alice was public schooled until the age of eight, and the hospital took over much of her education from then until she was fifteen. After that, she was enrolled in a rather prodigious girl’s school, where she graduated from high school. She is currently attending NYU with a double major in Psychology and Music, on scholarship.
Occupation: Alice is currently working part time at a quiet, quaint little bookstore in the city, to help cover some of her own cost of living.
At first glance, Alice isn’t really much to look at at all. Not to be cruel, but it’s quite an accurate description! Standing at only 5’0” on the nose, and weighting in at barely 105 lbs, Alice has a slim, almost waiflike figure, that in her opinion, looks more like it belongs on a ten year old boy, then a woman of nearly nineteen! Of course, it doesn’t particularly help when she doesn’t play up the assets she does have, and usually the delicate curves are hidden beneath clothing that is much too large.
As a child, Alice’s features were pale and pretty, and extremely feminine. And not much in the last ten years has changed. With her wide, cornflower blue eyes, and soft, loosely waving blonde hair, she still looks more like a doll taken off the shelf then a young woman. Though she does possess makeup, she doesn’t wear it often- as mirrors are, for obvious reasons, not an especially comfortable thing for her to gaze into. But like any young woman, there are days that she wakes up feeling so good about herself that she can’t help but face the mirror and make herself look as good on the outside as she does on the inside.
A cold person by nature (in temperature, if not in temperament,) Alice is almost always seen with a sweater of some kind, even in the hotter days of summer. She rarely, if ever leaves much skin on display, partially because her excessively fair complexion has a terrible habit of burning very quickly, when not slathered in sunblock. For the same reasons, she has neither any discernable freckles, or a tan. She goes from being red as a lobster, to white as a ghost, with no exceptions.
Never one for being the center of attention, Alice tends to look up at people through her eyelashes, instead of directly into their eyes. This is aided by the fact that she would have to crane her neck back to an uncomfortable degree to do so anyway! She doesn’t especially like to shake hands, or any other form of physical contact with strangers, so even in school, her books are usually gathered across her chest like a shield.
That being said, the curiousity that she has as a child is stiff very much a part of it- though tempered, and, for the moment, locked away. It’s the same subtle driving force in her life that prompted her to seek out the mirror world, even through terror- and to leave her whole life behind to try and start again in America. Only time will tell if that trait will blossom, or be finally crushed out completely.
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]Best Feature: Her hands. Though small and thin, they are nimble and dexterous.
Worst Feature: Her weight. Alice is sure that if she could just put on ten or fifteen pounds, then her clothing wouldn’t look so loose, and she would stop being cold all the time!
Something Memorable: Hey eyes. Wide and sky blue, framed with long lashes, Alice looks like a china doll made flesh.
Her height. At five feet tall, she is often mistaken for much younger then she is.
Do describe Alice in mere words wouldbe impossible- for it would be more like trying to describe two people. The first is the Alice that lies on the inside- the core of her that is untouched he the trials that she has faced, and the things that she has endured. Her very nature, one might say, is one of almost childlike curiousity. There is nothing in the world that catches her attention like a mystery! And Alice's keen senses of observation are always tuned into things that don't quite fit the bill of "normalcy."
She is intellectually bright and musically gifted- but neither of those talents see their full potential. For on the outside of the charming and sweet little Alice Liddell, things are not so rosy.
It all started when she was either, with a strange dream, and an even stranger encounter. Suddenly, her own curiousity had lead her to a place that she didn't want to explore. She wanted to escape it. Her experiences with the mirror world have made her more cautious by far. And these days she tends to appease her curious spirit inthe pages of adventure novels, and epic tales. A voracious bookworm, Alice is almost never seen without some kind of book within arms reach.
Socially, Alice has some serious problems that are going to take much more than the last while in New York to solve. Her primary social developement years were spent in a hospital for "troubled" girls, and it had somewhat retarded her ability to find common ground with other people her age. Still, Alice is possessed of the same desire for human contact as anyone else, and she struggles through the feelings of alienation, hoping that some day she will be a properly integrated part of society.
The doctors told her that she would, if she tried very hard.
Romantically, there isn't much to say. While Alice is physically a perfectly healthy (if rather much on the small side,) young woman, she has yet to meet anyone that strikes her fancy enough (or returns the feelings enough to approach her.) And so dating hasn't been something she has experienced. Still, Alice is, like many girls her age, a truly hopeless romantic, and these days, many of her daydreams are starting to feature the knight in shining armour type!
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]Likes: The colour blue | Wildflowers | Marshmallows | Good books | Violin | Silver jewelry | Disney movies | Writing (she has kept a journal since she was nine) | Lace | Raspberry tarts and custard | Tea
Dislikes: Mirrors | Caramel | The colour orange | Radishes | Loud noises | Rap music | Boring books | Early mornings | Criticism | High heels | Cold drafts | Scary movies | Pickles
Positive Traits:
- Open minded: Perhaps because of her experience in the hospital, Alice has seen life from many different angles, and refuses to judge other people (as she has been judged herself so often.)
-Brilliant: Academically, anyway. With a 3.8 GPA, Alice finds it easy to recall facts and figures, and apply them to even abstract situations.
Musically inclined: Alice plays the violin, and has since she was six. Her music has earned her a scholarship to NYU.
Negative Traits:
Shy: Not in the usual mild variety, Alice finds it very difficult to associate with normal, workaday individuals. Having to do so makes her nervous and jittery, and ill feeling.
Indecisive: Perhaps as a response to her open mindedness, Alice finds it difficult to make decisions- always turning over the pros and cons, and never really trusting herself to make the right choice.
Dreamy: Even as a child, Alice has had the bad habit of staring off into space and daydreaming. And even when she is supposed to be taking notes in class, or doing other important things, her mind is often elsewhere. More than merely irritating for people trying to talk to her, it’s often just plain not safe!
Most intriguing quirk(s): Alice is a constant fidgeter, always drumming her fingers on something or twisting loose threads on her clothing.
An avid reader, she almost always has a book (or her notebook), somewhere on her person (usually in front of her nose).
Doodles in the margins of all her notebooks, and often has to re-write assignments for the same reason.
Greatest Ambition: To write an incredible novel. And/Or. To make first chair violin in a major orchestra.
Greatest Fear: Getting lost in the mirror world.
Michael Liddell;; Father, 45, the Reverend in the local parrish
Mary-Ellen Liddell (neé Chalmers);; mother, 40, stay at home mother and local socialite
Lorina Parker (neé Liddell);; elder sister, 25, married to Collin Parker
Collin Parker;; brother-in-law, 30, a lawyer for a small, independent law firm
Elizabeth (Eliza) Parker;; niece, 5
Alice Liddell was born on a balmy Spring night to Michael and Mary-Ellen Liddell, and following several years after the birth of her elder sister, Lorina. From a very young age, Alice was fascinated by the fantastical stories that her mother would occasionally read to the girls before bed- wonderful tales of princes and heroes and damsels in distress, that she would play over and over in her mind for days afterwards, until the lovely memories would start to fade at the edges, and bear no real resemblance to the original story at all.
Long days she spent, away from her mother’s critical eye, pretending to be a swashbuckling pirate, or a prince in shining armour. Why, one might ask, did she always imagine herself in the men’s roles? Well, it seemed a great deal to the little girl, that they got to do the more interesting things. Like sailing the seven seas, and fighting monsters and evil villains- while the girls were left to stare out tower windows and wait for them!
Though her mother was present in her life, her role in the development of her daughters was limited to scathing remarks, and harsh criticism. Alice in particular was never quiet enough, never quite smart enough, never anything to satisfy her mother’s high demands.
It was a fairly dreamy, average summer afternoon that changed everything in the life of little Alice Liddell. She was outside, listening to her elder sister try (for the umpteenth time, it seemed,) to help her memorize her lessons. But the sky was so blue, and the breeze was so warm and sweet, that Alice couldn’t find any desire to concentrate. Her mind wandered off to the beautiful story her sister had read her the night before- wishing with all her heart that she could live that life, instead of her own.
Laying contently on one of the tree branches where her sister had stopped to sit out of the sun, Alice fell asleep.
Her dreams were strange and fantastical, a world of nonsense and pure make believe- but the longer she slept, the odder they became, and what once seemed a brilliant place to be, suddenly became the source of nightmares. Alice awoke- and told her sister the whole of the tale as they walked back to the house in the dying afternoon light. And that day, her life took a turn for the worst.
Before dinner, as Alice was washing her hands, she noticed something odd about the mirror over the sink. A strange feeling, a feeling of being watched. With her dream still fixed firmly in her mind, she reached out to the smooth, reflective glass- and with all the thick viscosity of an oil spill, watched it ripple around her fingers.
Alice’s father was a man on God- not a man of magic. He did not believe in fairy spells or otherworldly gifts- and to him, his flighty, youngest child’s stories of a world on the other side of the mirror seemed like nothing more than madness. For week they tried to convince her to deny the evil presence in her life that fostered such lies- but to no avail. Alice knew what she had seen, knew what she could continue to do, and no threats or punishments would convince her that she hadn’t.
Briarwood was located outside of London, with beautiful gardens and high walls- and for all intents and purposes, seemed very much like a private school. If private schools medicated their students, and had lock downs at night. To say nothing to therapy, four afternoons a week. Alice stayed here until she was fifteen. When she was thirteen, she broke and told the doctors exactly what they had wanted to hear- that it was all a lie, and she was cured. She wasn’t. But two more years of model behavior convinced them that she was no longer a danger to herself, or anyone else.
Upon returning home, Alice’s parents (whom she had only seen very sporadically over the intervening years,) treated her with a very reserved kind of formality. She was the stranger they had to support, and were obligated to care about. The young woman kept to herself, and slowly began to re-acclimate herself to life outside of the secure, Briarwood walls.
Her parents were only too happy to support her decision to study in America, and though they pay her way financially, her sister is the only member of her family that she has any regular contact with.
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]Best Memory: For Alice, one of her very best memories is the first time she met her niece, Eliza. The ‘damaged’ young woman and her niece struck up an easy rapport, and some of her most content moment’s have been simply reading to the little girl.
Worst Memory: Alice was eight years old, and it was the first time she had ever fully entered the shifting paranoia on the other side of the mirror. Turning around and around, she realized that she could no longer see an exit- and she wandered, frantically, lost and trying to find her way back home. Luckily, after several hours, she tumbled out into the middle of the local beauty parlour, and found her way home. But ever since then, she has been all too aware of what might have happened, if she hadn’t been so lucky.
Top 3 life-changing moments:
Finding the Mirror world;; For obvious reasons, discovering that the world is not as you imagined it- or even as anyone else had- would be a very shocking, and life altering experience. Compounded by the fact that her knowledge lead to a seven year stint in a mental hospital.
Learning to play the violin;; Her music gives her an escape from the world, and putting the bow to the strings gives her the ability to bring beauty into the world. During the years in Briarwood, there was times that this musical outlet was the only kind of release she had.
Moving to New York;; And leaving behind the little girl that she had been trapped in, Alice is learning to stand on her own two feet. And for a girl that has been through so many years of constant guard by others, that is an accomplishment she never thought she would see.
Family relationships: Parents- frosty at best. Her parents pay for her tuition and books, but it’s with the understanding that once she graduates, they don’t wish to hear from her again.
Sister- Lorina is, and has remained, the closest thing Alice has to a real friend. The two are prolific letter writers, and several times a week, Alice looks forward to a letter from her sister (as well as a postscript from her beloved niece!)
She had failed.
The outline of the Dark Mark still scalded her skin like a brand. As thought the Dark Lord had pressed a flaming torch against the inside of her arm- in her heart, Angelica knew that a simple burn would never ache like this. The mark that would lie forever inside her skin, where she could never cut it out. The symbol of her fall from the ranks of those who could be saved. Not by choice.. No, never that. Taken from her home in the dead of night, she had been too outnumbered to post much resistance. But she had tried.. She had tried.
I’m feeling generous today, Miss Rosier.. Join us, tell us what you know. And I will let your friends live.
One of her informants had turned traitor to the Resistance; and her freedom had been the price he had payed for it. But the final decision had been hers alone; her life, and the lives of the people she had helped, hanging in the balance. She could not betray them, and she could not allow her brother, nor her friends, to be hurt be her selfish desire to live. For this was not life. With every heavy swish of the black robes around her feet, Angelica was reminded that it was no more then a cursed, half existence. And yet…
She had not seen her brother since graduation. Several years of toiling in the dark for an illusion of freedom. Of checking the Obituaries daily, never sure if she was praying to find his name listed amongst them, or not. In the sea of black robed and masked figures, the young woman hadn’t been able to pick out a familiar face- a nameless field of people, hiding in anonymity, from their own horrors. All save the one who lead them all. Standing before them, tall and proud, as he publicly branded the arms of the newcomers with the seal of their damnation.
Most had cried, some had screamed, one had fainted dead away.. But not Angelica. Pain was not a new element in her world; the searing agony drawing only a pained hiss from between clenched teeth. Muffled and near muted behind the all concealing mask. Part of her wondering if her brother, if Rodolphus, would recognize her, even now. And part of her praying that they wouldn’t. Not wishing for a moment for them to see her so fallen. She had failed, despite her truly best efforts.. She had failed.
As the assembly scattered, Angelica hung behind, too sickened by her actions to chance the apparition home yet. Instead, letting her feet carry her aimlessly away from the firelight, and out into the cool and shadowy embrace of night. There was no moon to cast it’s silvery glow, the clouds blotting out the stars. Like standing inside the perfect curve of a black sphere, only the dim pinpoint of light from the remaining revellers breaking the smooth darkness, far now in the distance.
Reaching up, she pulled the mask roughly from her face, taking a deep, suffocated breath of air. The Gods had abandoned her here- drawn to the future she had tried so desperately to escape. But Evan and Rod had always held pieces of her. Vital pieces that had longer to be once more part of their whole. Strong enough that they had eventually won. And as the night closed in around her, Angelica had never felt so truly alone.
I Britt promise to abide by the rules of this site, and agree to tie my drama llama at the gate and be an active member of darling, it’s better.
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]Name: Britt
Age: 24
Role-playing experience: almost 10 years
How you found us: advertisement on another board
Favorite Disney Movie: Alice in Wond—No, Mulan! No, Anastasia- wait, that’s not Disney.. the Sword in the Stone? Sleeping Beauty? I could never really choose!
