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Alice Maxwell

"To the sight of the moon I howl, a display of the pain in my soul. What you in my heart find, might not always be kind... but I will always be there for you, and I hope you love me too."

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a character in “The Accords: City of Secrets”, originally authored by Gladis, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name: Alice Rose Maxwell

Nickname(s): Ally, Lyss, Al, Snow and Snowflake

Age: Seventeen
Birthday: December, 24th

Physical Description: In human form, Alice is about 170 cm and slender in body form. Though she is rather flat and doesn't have a very remarkable body form, many still consider her attractive in her own way. Her hair is long and dark brown (in some lightings it edges towards black) and it reaches to about where her ribs end. When the sun shines on it from the right properly, it will take on a more amber color and will indeed remind slightly of gold. Her eyes are a set of deep dark brown pools, often big and filled with emotion. Although she doesn't usually care too much about how the clothes she wears look and in first place goes for what is comfortable, Alice is still very careful to dress appropriately in every occasion. Therefor she probably isn't too noticeable, though pretty none the less. She is of fair complexion, though not so much that it is noticeable, and possesses rather soft features. In her wolf form she is of small size and has a snowy white pelt- hence two of her nicknames. Her fur is long and soft, and she has a very elegant posture generally- not just in wolf form. Her eyes take on a yellow color and her whole body form slender, like in her human form.

Likes:
  • Art
  • Painting/Drawing
  • Writing
  • Horror Novels
  • Roses and spider lilies
  • Well crafted Dolls
  • The colors black and navy blue
  • And... however strange it may sound; cats

Dislikes:
  • Liars
  • Romantic Comedies
  • False People
  • Cellphones
  • Bad artwork
  • Humans
  • Stereotypes
  • People who think they know it all
  • One sided thinking

Fear(s):
Alice has many fears; one thing she fears is being abandoned like she was as a child. She never wants to feel the fear and loss she did back then and if it ever happens, it will have a great impact on her... most likely to the worse. Another thing she is afraid of its betrayal and depressions; all things which have already happened to her and she would hate to experience again. She fears for the people she cares about and loves, and though they aren't many, she will do everything which stands in her power to keep them safe. Other than that, there are these small, trivial things we all have more or less fears of. She isn't actually a very fearful person, and she won't admit some of what is mentioned above even to herself; which is one of her weaknesses. She is afraid of being weak and powerless, and as a result tries to wipe all her fears out, as she sees them as a weakness. Ironic, isn't it?

Secret(s):
Other than the pregnancy she has yet to tell anyone about? Well, most of her past remains a mystery, even to the fellow members of her pack. She will seldom speak about it or even try to think about it, as it endangers her of being pulled back into depression and she is, in fact, ashamed of it. She used to be truly depressed, even manically so, and back then coped with the help of alcohol and self harming. However, now she has put that past behind herself, and would rather like not to be reminded of it; or have anyone else find out either. She went through a lot of therapy and was put on medication; although the only therapy she has now is her painting and writing activities.

Personality:
Alice has a very interesting personality, and it shifts a lot depending on what kind of phase she is in. Currently she seems alright and not much of her depressions she used to suffer show; although the scars caused by it (both physically and psychically) are still visible, in one way or another. Despite this, however, Alice is a very soft spoken and kind person. Although she doesn't trust easily, once she does she will always remain loyal and fight hard to her friends and those she loves. At the same time she can seem cold and unfeeling; mostly because of how she sometimes react. She doesn't rush into idiotic situations when she knows she has no chance of winning and she doesn't believe in naive ideas. Although she mostly refrains from social interactions and keeps in the background, noticed- there are moments when she will become very fierce and noticeable. Especially if she is under the influence of alchohol, which (thank god) does not happen often but still sometimes occurs. So, to sum it all up. Alice is a somewhat withdrawn character, but once you get to know her you will probably realize she can actually be rather sweet and happy. She fights hard when it counts and always does her best to keep her friends and those she cares about safe, and though she is afraid of being left totally alone... she rather keeps in the background and for herself than indulging in too extreme social interactions.

History:
Alice was abandoned at a train station by her mother when she was only five years old, for reasons still unknown to her today. She was left with the instructions to wait there until her mother returned, and, obedient as child Alice was... she waited... and waited... and waited. However, her mother never returned. Eventually Alice fell asleep, huddled up in a corner of the train station. When she awoke again, she was at a police station where she was given new and dry clothes, as well as something to eat. They tried to locate her mother with the help of the descriptions she gave, but no matter what they tried, they failed. In the end, Alice ended up in a foster family which would care for her the next few years.

What happened four years later at her birthday and Christmas, is still a blur to Alice. Even if she tries to remember it all correctly... she can't. All she remembers is teeth, fur, those chilling eyes and pain. Her 'parents' were murdered by a werewolf that night, and although she should have died, Alice somehow miraculously survived. Spending the next three weeks in a hospital, she slowly healed and everything was fine... until her first transformation. Confused by what happened, Alice broke out of the hospital and ran away. For a while she lived on the streets, taking care of herself as good as she could. Her life was hard, but feeling guilty for her foster parents death, she did not dare commit herself to anyone else. She was afraid something would happen to them too. With nine years... everything was just so wrong and confusing. A few weeks later, a man found her and took her in.

However, the man turned out not to have done it out of good intentions. I won't go into detail about what exactly he used her for, but I am pretty sure you can figure it out yourself. She was abused and humiliated, by more than one person. She tried to kill him once the next full moon arrived, but somehow he had known her secret and prepared for it. Every time before she transformed, he would lock her in a cage not even she could break. Well, at least until she grew strong enough. Two years later she finally managed to escape and the he perverted men died; and this time she was the one with the blood on her hands. From that time on, she came to resent humans. Well, at least most of them. She would always give them a chance if they came in contact with her, but she would never easily trust one. Not that she would easily trust anyone else for that matter. This was also the cause of her depressions, which would haunt her for several years into the future.

Not long after she fled the apartment where she had been held, Alice was found by Praetor Lupus and joined a pack. It took several years for her to get out of her depressions, but slowly she got better and started making friends, as well as as getting some structure into her life. Now she is at least close to alright, yet still somewhat unstable.

Recently her friends convinced her to visit a bar popular for werewolves. Reluctantly, she came with them and it all was fun and games... until she finally had too much to drink and the rest of the evening became like a blur to her. She does remember the face of the man, and she does know it was him. However, she is not entirely sure how she shall be able to cope with a child, when she can barely even take care of herself.

So begins...

Alice Maxwell's Story

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Character Portrait: Leigh Bellefleur Character Portrait: Dracovius Shadowbone Character Portrait: Shinta Faythe Character Portrait: Keiko Yagami Character Portrait: Mia Greene Character Portrait: Alice Maxwell
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Mia

The doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of the first guests. Sprinting to the front door, Mia made it there in less than a second. She grinned, revealing her shiny kanines. Motioning for the guests to enter, she shut the door behind them.

Soon enough, the house was full of people. Downworlders stood in every available space in the house; on the floors, stairs, tables. Wings and pale skin and warlock marks drew the eye. Everyone moved to the music, seemingly connected by the notes in that moment. The sight was empowering and creepy at the same time, giving Mia a headache. The final knock on the door startled her, something that didnā€™t usually happen. She hadnā€™t heard their approaching footsteps. Must be the guests of honor.

Opening the door, she stared at a pair of Shadowhunters. They were both cloaked in black, barely visible against the night sky. Inviting them in, Mia casted a wink across the room. In the corner stood the werewolf girl, who nodded in response. The Nephilim stood awkwardly in the entry until a warlock took both of their coats.

Mia had anticipated their cautiousness. Sure, the ā€œproblemsā€ the Downworlders had gotten into lately had all Nephilim on edge. Though from what she had heard, most of them had eased, not too concerned any longer as there was nothing more to handle. Still, Mia was determined to crack her guests, get them to also relax.

Soon enough, both Shadowhunters were drunk. All she had to do was act offended that they had not bothered to try her beer, and both of them downed a cup. Immediately Mia could see that the drink was taking its toll on them. One sip in and they craved another. One of the warlocks had given the beer that effect - she didnā€™t bother to care which. The Nephilim almost drank an entire keg on their own before staggering out of the door.

She had heard that sneaking up on Shadowhunters was near impossible what with their heightened senses and reflexes. As it turns out, alcohol greatly diminishes those abilities. The Nephilim hadnā€™t heard Mia as she walked behind them down the path. She followed them quite a bit, curious. The two staggered, tripping over their own toes. Uncoordinated Shadowhunters? Unheard of.

It even surprised Mia when she struck them each on the temple. Neither Nephilim attempted to stop her or even acknowledge her presense. Their eyes fluttered shut and they each fell to the concrete. Mia frowned at the unconscious bodies at her feet, upset that it was so easy. She had expected a fight, was excited about it even. Sadly, there wasnā€™t any time to wake them up to fight. Sighing, Mia lifted the small Shadowhunter into her arms, motioning for the werewolf to grab the other.





Leigh

Aunt Callida stood in the Silent City, shifting uncomfortably from the scrutiny of the Silent Brothers. Their scarred faces and hollowed eyes still made her shiver, though looking away would only make her seem weak. She did not want her last moments as a Shadowhunter to be remembered as weak and afraid.

ā€œCallida Pennwater: You stand in front of the Brothers to receive punishment for your crime.ā€ An eery, rough voice spoke in her mind. Like any other person, Callida never liked being in the presence of a Silent Brother. She seemed to feel them invading her mind, scraping through her thoughts, reliving her memories. Painful memories, terrifying memories; none that she wanted to visit again. Still, she bit back the urge to talk back to the Brothers; she didnā€™t want her sentencing to be any worse.

Squaring her shoulders, she spoke in her mind. ā€œI hardly think it is a crime. I found the one I love. Just because he is a mundane - ā€œ Callida was cut off mid sentence. A searing pain erupted in the back of her head. It felt as it a fire sparked in her mind. The flames licked every vein in her body, every muscle, every tendon. The fire burned her skin, making its way up her arms, legs, neck. Her knees buckled and her back arched, but she still had enough willpower to remain standing. She watched in horror as the black marks on her skin burned away, leaving her arms bare. The same happened to all of the runes on her body were striped, leaving Callida broken and ashamed. . .


Leigh groaned, still half in the dream. She watched, terrified, as her aunt was turned into a mundane before her eyes. The fire blazed behind her eyelids, threatening to burn her too. The red flames seemed to lick the sides of her mind, as if taking away her knowledge of the shadow world. No! She couldnā€™t be a mundane. . .

Desperately, she tried prying her eyes open, wanting to escape the flames. As hard as she tried though, her eyes remained stubbornly shut. Leigh mentally attempted to pry her eyelids open. In a panic, she lifted her hands to forcefully open her eyes. Her arms didnā€™t move. A numbness encased all her limbs, restricting them. Her body hadnā€™t reacted to her command. She didnā€™t feel, but rather sensed her limbs at her sides. The sensation was unnerving, making her heart race.
Leigh mentally sighed; at least she could still feel her heart.

Vaguely, last night replayed in her mind. She went back, trying to gain some kind of knowledge about her current situation. The memories became blurrier and blurrier as the night went on. Wings and webbed feet and fangs and furry ears flashed by, not creating a sliver of recognition. Faces replayed, all smiling, encouraging. . .what? A vampire with a red cup, a werewolf in the corner, Shinta with a beer-

Shinta! Where was he? Was he here too? Wherever here was. She prayed that the drug hadnā€™t taken as much of a toll on him as it had on her. He had to be awake to save them both. They had both gone to the party together in hopes to regain their former alliance with the Downworlders of the city. Of course, Leigh wasnā€™t too comfortable about going unarmed to a party without any other Shadowhunters. Apparently, the plan hadnā€™t gone as well as they had hoped. With one more struggle for control over her body, Leigh sighed, waiting for whatever to happen next.