Role: The friend
Age: 19
Occupation: Aristocrat
Appearance:
Alice is built very small with pixie like features. Shes 5"3' and is very light. She has light green hair and eyes of the same color. Her face reflects what ever she feels quite clearly, from bliss to utter disgust. She prefers spoiling herself with lavish trinkets, anything that happens to be the opposite of her past.
Personality: Alice's current self is extremely cold and insensitive. Her mind has refused to remember her past, so to her she has always lived in a big mansion and sitting on silk pillows. She has completely forgotten her life up to age 16. Now she is spoiled and pampered, not ever having to worry about food or shelter. She can act very sweet in public places, some times even innocent, but spending too much time around her will uncover how unpleasant she is. Some few that manage to awaken even a slight memory of her past within her will be able to glimpse her past self, shy and sweet, and perhaps even get a complement out of her.
Likes:
+Parties
+The violin
+Rain
+Delicate jewelry
+Green and purple
+Salmon
+Tea
+Velvet
+Chrysanthemums
Dislikes:
+Pets
+People who dare insult her
+Short dresses
+Wine
Fears:
+Being forgotten (Athazagoraphobia)
Crush: Secretly liked Evelyn before she lost her memory
History:
She grew up on the streets, getting by with what ever she could find. Evelyn was practically her sanity, and despite being so poor and knowing she was looked down upon, her happiest moments were back when there wasn't enough to eat, begging with Evelyn. She never minded the way he looked, for when she thought of him, she thought of what he said and did, not what her eyes saw.
One day she was wandering the streets of London with Evelyn when a rich man stopped to talk to her. He took pity on her, seeing her rags and dirty hair. He decided to take her in as his own daughter, but rejected the horribly scared Evelyn. Alice promised that she would come back to visit Evelyn, swearing she couldn't forget him.
A few weeks later Alice kept her promise, running down the streets to find Evelyn. Her eyes shown with a new light of hope, and for once in many many years her hair was clean and brushed back. Swinging herself around a corner she spotted Evelyn's purple hair, but before she could shout out to him she froze. Her eyes widened in shock and her legs became too weak to hold her. She staggered back just in time for Evelyn to turn and see her horrified and disgusted expression, panic over came her and she dashed from the sight.
Alice woke up. At first nothing was wrong. She was in her bed, with her nightgown, her body... She couldn't remember anything. She knew the woman that greeted her was a servant, though she couldn't remember her name, and when she rushed down stairs she knew the man at the table in front of her, but not his name or how she knew her. Her father kindly understood somehow, most likely figuring it all to be a lie... But he failed to tell her about what she was before she lived with him. He failed to tell her about Evelyn.
Every night she has dreams, dreams of hunger and pain, but most of all dreams of a boy with purple hair, telling her to remember him.