Today there's only one blind mouse.

Alice is small, quiet and innocent; at least, that’s what her appearance shows. She wears posh little dresses and the right amount of jewellery, with her hair neatly tied up in some sort of way. The reason to all this is the fact that because she can’t look at her appearance, she can’t judge it by looking in a mirror; in essence, she simply lets her maids do whatever they want to make her look fine. Looks doesn’t matter in particular, because as long as she’s looking calm and doesn’t show any of her emotions, things will work out the way she wants them to work.
For someone of the age of thirteen, she is rather small and, in a sense, rather weak. Her father was always very protective over her, so she can do little more than walk around her garden, which doesn’t give her the most amazing exercise. She eats well enough but not abnormally; the act of eating posh does limit your amount of food, especially as it takes a great deal of time to actually consume the food. So she’s not particularly fat, instead rather small and skinny.
Long black hair frame her face, making her skin look a lot paler than it actually is. She has small, pink lips that often remain closed, as she has been brought up to keep her thoughts silent. Her nose is similar to her late mother’s: petite, just like the rest of her. It is her eyes that has brought a question of wander among those that look at her; large pale blue eyes that are never-seeing, almost never-moving. They don’t look at a person when she is talking to them; just remain still, a mysterious blue set below her eyelids in a sad, vacant sort of way. It makes many feel sorry for her, which she thinks she can use to her advantage.
Alice is not the nicest pea in the pod. Although she is quiet and calm, her devious mind works fast like clockwork. She has a very warped view of the lower-class citizen – to a point that she has a strong hatred of them. She believes that she’s much better than most others, bar her father, despite being blind. She’s aristocratic and posh, but at the back of her mind she has a pang of guilt that was brought forward by her mother which she tries to ignore. Alice used to be a lot kinder and more like her mother when she was younger, but since the accident she tends to take the personality that her father always had: cold and calculating, as if the world’s a game of chess. She believes that she needs to place her pieces carefully and, one day, although she has never admitted her plan, move forward to take the king.
She thinks things carefully step by step in her mind and never lets on what she’s thinking about. She’s cunning and uses many things to her advantage, such as the first impressions people get when they first set eyes on her.
She thinks rather highly of the roses, though only those who are far up the ranks. Whilst she’s alone in the garden with nothing but her imagination to entertain her, she likes to practice moves that she’s heard the Roses can do. Obviously she can’t access any weaponry, but she has managed to persuade some of the younger members of her guard to show her some fighting moves. She was pleased to discover that despite her blindness that she’s rather good at them. In fact, in some ways she might be good at them because of her blindness; she’s able to listen carefully to those around her, sense the movement in the air and figure out which are least protected so that she could strike with ease – another of her cunning step by step thoughts coming into action.
Despite all this she doesn’t have a clue about love or relationships, even if it’s dancing in front of her face. If a person showed affection towards her, she would think that it was towards some sort goal, some sort of reason why they’d show such a thing. She’s never had a friend apart from Sidney so she doesn’t know what it’s like to actually enjoy being in someone’s company, rather than be in their company for an advantage. She still hasn’t figured out that the reason why she hates the lower-class so much is not because it’s what she does but instead it’s because she’s loves her mother and misses her to an extent to she’s almost depressed.
Her father noticed her daughter’s loneliness in the garden and decided to buy her cat called Sidney. Sidney is black and is often found in the garden with Alice. Sidney is the only person that Alice fully trusts and that she can tell anything; namely, because he’s a cat, and he can’t talk.
Alice loves the idea of having a weapon of some sort but obviously her father would never buy one for her. Luckily enough, Alice is rather good at getting things she wants, so it won’t be too soon before she has what she wants…
Before Alice was seven years old, she was taught by her mother to be a good person – nice and friendly towards her peers, particularly those less well off than her. Her father was much better back then – still somewhat twisted but more easy-going and happy. He still disliked those who lived below him, but his wife thought different, so he respected her views. It was an arranged marriage so she never truly loved him, though the opposite could be said for him.
Soon after Alice turned seven, a rebellion began by the lower-class citizens. There was so many of them that they managed to break past the guards and even a few managed to escape the roses – these being the bandits. They broke into Alice’s house and many other houses in an attempt to kill as many people as possible. One of these people to die on that day was Alice’s mother, stabbed by one of these people. Alice and her father managed to escape, protected by a black rose, but the same couldn’t be said for her mother.
Alice and her father were both devastated when her mother died. She was the light in their life, and without her they were reduced to cold and dark people, not much a care for others. Her father did all that was in his power to destroy as many people as possible, including families and especially children. His outrage drove many back down into the underground like before, afraid of angering this almost insane man. His protection around Alice was increased, and so Alice was subjected to little more than her thoughts about the lower-class people, and her hatred grew and grew. As the years went past, without seeing any of these people she had a hated they turned into monsters, and in her head all of them just as much as deserved to die. There was no one there to tell her otherwise except her father, and he pretty much agreed.
Other:
Obviously, being blind, Alice couldn’t read or write, nor could she observe the world around her. Despite these obvious flaws, she does know more or less what’s in front of her. Because of her abnormal sense of hearing, she can hear something that may be far away or close, quiet or loud. If someone is moving she can sense the vibrations in the air in an unnatural way, so she knows they are there. All vibrations are a form of sound after all, so she can hear them as well as feel them. Because her senses have been reduced to four, they are a lot better than they would have been with sight, so she would have the advantage if there was a battle in the dark, say. All in all, she’s not quite as helpless as she may seem.