Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance
Clothing: A simple dress, but after her last encounter in Wonderland, she's taken to wearing trousers beneath (held out of view with string) and a big belt.
Abilities: Good with throwing playing cards. Able to grow or shrink at will. Likeable.
Weaknesses: Not good with large weapons. A kitchen knife is probably her limit. A sword would have to be dragged and swung, and then she would have to hope for the best. Likes to try to be logical, despite things to the contrary.
Weapon(s): A kitchen knife and a rolling pin.
Likes: The Mad Hatter, Cheshire Cat, The White Rabbit
Dislikes: Talking Flowers, Jabberwoky, The Red Queen.
Alignment (Good, evil, neutral): I suppose Good to neutral.
Personality: Very curious and logical. She's friendly enough and loyal to her friends, but she doesn't always know if her friends are her friends.
Background: You've probably read most of this in the introduction, but just to go over it again....
10 years ago, Alice went to Wonderland and found a wonderful place with wonderful friends and great adventures. When she left, her family didn't believe her story, but they smiled and let her tell it to people. They even encouraged her to tell it to her little cousins when they came at Christmas.
Of course, the more years went by, the more Alice began to doubt her own mind. After being told over and over that it was a dream, or something like that, she began to think the same. She grew up and went to school, where the children thought her imagination was interesting but the teachers didn't. They told her parents of this, and her parents stopped encouraging her, telling her it was time to grow up and stop talking of the talking cat and the man with the large hat who loved tea.
So Alice became mundane, going to school and learning, and then Wonderland and everything it held became a child's imaginary friend.
Alice doesn't quite know what happened to her family, apart from the fact that she managed to escape. Whatever killed them, this shadow, it chased Alice and since she only knew one place to hide, she went back to the rabbit hole.
She'd been back before, but nothing had happened. Now she didn't believe it would, but she knew that she had hidden things there that she could use. A kitchen knife, a rolling pin. She also hid trousers there. This had all been years ago and she hoped that they were still there.
She got to the hole and put her hand inside. Something grabbed her wrist and the next thing, she was tumbling into the hole.
When she lands at the bottom, frightened and yet so relived, she finds The White Rabbit waiting for her, who hands her the Rolling Pin and the Knife.
"Alice," the Rabbit exclaimed, and Alice couldn't tell if it were with relief, pity, fear or sorrow that he said the next words. "You've come back."