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Alice
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Filo || Tate No Yuusha
βI don't want to survive. I want to live.β
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4'8
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85 Ibs.
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Alice's hair is a sunshine blonde, the kind that makes one think of dolls.
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A beautiful, deep blue.
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Scars, plenty of them. She also has a barcode tattoo, like all of the humans, that indicate what demon they are registered under and what their purpose is.
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Alice is small and cute. She looks to be more toy than human, with her tiny stature and small waist. Her hair is long and silky, the color of spun gold. Her eyes are a blue that seems to be the same hue as the deep, vast ocean. They seem to always be curious and sparkling, wanting to know about everything around her. Her waist is small and trim, her fingers long and slender. She seems to be perfectly porportioned, despite her small size, as though she was engineered to be this tiny and adorable. Unfortunately, her skin is not unmarred, despite its pearly exterior. She has scars on her back and waist, as well as on her wrists and ankles. Her wrist is marked with her barcode, denoting her rank in society. Pet, that's all Alice is, but she doesn't know enough to understand that this isn't a good thing. If one didn't know any better, they might think that Alice is an angel rather than a human.
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β"Whispers of a barely breathing story where there was once love."β
β₯ Sweets || Alice was never allowed to have them before, so now, whenever she gets them, she eats them as slow as possible to savor them.[/color]
β₯ Being Read To ||Alice does not know how to read, so she enjoys it when she gets a story told to her.
β₯ Bunnies ||They are everywhere. In the yard, in abandoned buildings, hopping around on their cute little paws and looking positively adorable.
β₯ High Places || Alice likes to climb, she likes to be able to see everything and so it is not uncommon to find her perching in a tree or sitting on the ledge beside the skylights.
βThe world is very cruel, but it is also very beautiful.β
β¦ Needles || Alice hates needles, she doesn't want to go anywhere near them. She doesn't understand that sometimes, it's a necessary pain.
β¦ Small Spaces || Alice hates small spaces, they remind her of cages and she spent several years inside of them, hoping that someone would let her escape.
β¦ Pain || Alice has a very low pain threshhold. She cannot stand anything as small as a stubbed toe, which will make her double over and cry.
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Staying Awake || Alice has horrible night-terrors. She usually talks or screams in her sleep, if she does manage to go to bed.
Speaking || For the most part, Alice's speech is strange. She is still learning to speak, having been language deprived for so long.
Body Language || The way she fidgets, stands, and acts usually gives way to her thoughts. She is not great at communicating through her words and gets frustrated often.
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β¦ Easy to Read Alice can be read like a book. Most can see right through any lies she attempts to tell or any facade she puts on.
β¦ Crazy You probably cannot tell by looking at her, but Alice is not sane. Her childhood warped her way of thinking and she often has trouble telling what is real and what is not.
β¦ Easily Overpowered Due to the fact that she is very small, Alice is very easily overpowered by anyone bigger than her.
β¦ Darkness Alice shuts down in the darkness, a part of her that has been trained to go absolutely still when the lights are off.
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β₯ Climbing || Alice is a little monkey, she loves to climb into high places and scale walls that most cannot.
β₯ Friendly || Once Alice has warmed up to you, she is incredibly friendly. She will often grab your hand and place it on her head so that you will pat it.
β₯ Tiny || Being so small means that Alice can sometimes be hard to find. Of course, shoudl you know where to look it will be easy to find her.
β₯ Patterns || Alice is oddly good at picking out patterns from seemingly random events. Her eye has been trained for such things, of course.
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Sleeping Alice is afraid of the nightmares.
The Dark She hates dark places, therefore she'll never venture into basements or outside at night alone.
Pain It is a strange fear, but Alice will flinch on instinct if someone speaks too loudly or raises their hand.
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β"The past is history and let's keep it that way."β
{ Shy || Quiet || Strong Willed || Contemplative || Friendly }
In every job that must be done
There is an element of fun
You find the fun and snap!
The job's a game
And every task you undertake
Becomes a piece of cake
A lark! A spree! It's very clear to see that
A Spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down-wown
The medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way
A robin feathering his nest
Has very little time to rest
While gathering his bits of twine and twig
Though quite intent in his pursuit
He has a merry tune to toot
He knows a song will move the job along - for
A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down-wown
The medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way
βThere is no sweeter innocence then gentle sins.β
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Monaka || 18 || Sister || Believed to be Deceased
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Alice's earliest memory is of her and her sister, Monaka in a cave. They lived off of the grid, as their family had for more than two hundred years. Alice was in charge of boiling the water, she was very small, smaller than she was now. She could recall Monaka proudly returning with a boar, boasting their prize and that they would eat for a week. Alice had never known her parents, she could not recall their faces or shapes. She only always had Monaka, who was smiling as she entered the cave, then frowning. Alice felt wet, she looked down, realizing that she was stained in blood. Monaka crumbled, the boar forgotten about. Alice could recall screaming as she held Monaka in her arms, praying that she would hold on. The demons neared them, pulling Alice away. She did not know if her sister lived or died, she was stuffed into the back of a car, her arms locked together so that she could not escape. Alice was taken to a new place, where they bathed her and made her wear makeup and frilly clothing. She would stand in a cage for hours, to be examined by other demons, only allowed to relieve herself three times a day, during meal breaks.
The humans were not allowed to speak and their arms were tied above their heads. Alice was the smallest, almost everyday humans came and went, but she was always there, waiting. She was the runt of the liter, so to speak, too small for hard labour, too small for pleasure. Eventually, a group of demons came. They wore white lab coats and had clipboards. Alice had not seen the outside in what felt like a very long time. She waited, staring up at the ceiling, knowing that they would pass her, as the demons always did. Only this time, they stopped. "Are you sure? No one wants that one," she was emicated, the least valuable receiving the smallest amount of care. There were other humans, barely kept alive due to the laws they had in place to prevent abuse. "Yes," Alice looked down when her wrists were unchained and she was given a coat to wear, she was hustled away, to another location. Instead of a cage, she had a room with a glass wall. They tattooed her wrist with numbers and it hurt. She had already forgotten how to speak, but they did not want her to anyhow. Instead, they asked her to do things.
She would solve puzzles with colors and numbers, find patterns. Alice didn't know why, but if she did a good job, she was rewarded and if she did a bad job, she was punished. She learned to be afraid of the demons and their punishments.
Alice was there for a long time, she was somewhat happy, but had grown too comfortable. Eventually, she was moved again. This time, the place was smaller and cramped. They did different things, they stuck her with needles, they cut her flesh. There were no more patterns and her life was disrupted. She struggled to adapt and withdrew further into herself, having forgotten to speak completely. Her world consisted of two things, pain and sleep. She walked between wakefulness and restlessness, unknowing as to when they would come next. They were using her for something, but what, Alice did not know. Eventually, once more, her routine was disturbed. She was shuffled from place to place, often awoken by the sound of moving vans, knowing that this might be the end of ther life. Alice was sick, she could feel it in her lungs. It felt as though she was drowning, her breaths coming out in crackles. She was living in a cage again, only this time there were no frilly clothing. She was emicated, the smallest clothing hanging off of her like rags. She coughed a lot and threw up everything she was given, living in constant pain.
"Are you sure you want that one? She isn't long for this world," Alice was coughing up blood. The chains were too heavy for her arms and legs and she slumped on the bottom of the cage, her golden hair brown with dirt. She lay in a puddle of her own filth, knowing that she would be joining Monaka in the after life soon.
"Yes, I want that one." Golden eyes stared at her from the other side of the cage. "What is your name child?"
"She doesn't speak."
"Oh? Then I'll give you one..." the demon's hand lay on her head, rustling her hair through the bars. She stared at them, fearful, but curious, as blood dripped from her lips. "I'll call you... Alice, I can tell you're going to be a curious one."
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Alice is afraid of the demons.
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