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Alice Baskerville

"Sticks and stones may break your bones, but they can never hurt me."

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a character in “Lost Creators, Arise”, originally authored by Cheshire_Girl, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Alice Saiko Baskerville

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Ali, Lily, Sai, The Daughter of the Forest

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She swings both ways.

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Shirayuki || Snow White with the Red Hair



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❝ Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me. ❞
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A nonthreatening 5'1

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Her hair is the color of summer apples, or crispy fall leaves. A vibrant red that catches the eye and is so vivid it is almost unreal.

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The color of bright green leaves or sparkling emeralds that twinkle when they catch the light.

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Her ears are pierced and aside from the normal childhood scars, there are really no others.


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Incredibly bright and seemingly always happy, you can almost never find Alice without a smile on her face. She loves the world, from the smell of dew in the morning to the scent of early fall. Alice is often compared to Snow White, with skin like ivory and lips as red as blood, she has beautiful, almost porcelain features. Her hair is short cropped for easy maintenance and her eyes twinkle with intelligence. It is a shame she will never utter a word, otherwise her voice would have been similar to a bird's song, melodic and sweet. As far as clothing goes, Alice wears whatever she likes. She enjoys comfortable articles that are modest, but easy to move around in. When wearing skirts she'll often wear leggings underneath in order to be able to do handstands in the grass or roll down hills. Alice is very hands on and so she is not afraid to get messy, a little dirt never hurt anyone, is what she believes.
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β₯ Grass|| She especially loves the smell of dew in the morning, or a freshly mowed lawn. There is nothing better than the wispy streaks of green.
β₯ Gardening || It helps Alice relax and having quite a green thumb never hurt either.
β₯ Apples || Their sweet crunchy taste is delectable on her tongue. Alice loves apples and other fruits and vegetables.
β₯ Drawing || Due to the fact that she cannot convey her feelings in words, you'll often find that Alice will draw what she is thinking.





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❝I am a believer of love at first sight.❞
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⌦ Fire || It consumes everything in its path and destroys people's lives.
⌦ Curses || She was cursed from birth to never utter a word, so naturally Alice hates these spells that ruin lives.
⌦ Fishing || It's odd, but Alice has hated fishing from the time she first tried it as a young girl.





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Frustration || To let others know that she is frustrated, Alice will stamp her foot on the ground.
Lying || Obviously Alice can't lie because she can't speak, but it isn't uncommon for her to have an outward expression and feel something different inside.
Staring into Space || Some would describe Alice as a space cadet, her mind often wanders during conversations.


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⌦ Speaking || Alice has people telling her all the time that if she wanted to she could speak. Unfortunately it's not true and she is often ridiculed for it.
⌦ Senses || Her other senses are extremely sharp and therefore sensitive. Alice hates loud noises and bright lights due to this.
⌦ Garden || Her garden is the most precious thing she owns and she feels sad when plants in it die.
⌦ Adrenaline || Alice is an adrenaline junkie, she loves the rush of doing something exciting and stupid.


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β₯ Hiding || She's been the hide and seek champion for many years.
β₯ Cooking || Alice loves to experiment in the kitchen, while her creations may not always come out the best, they are certainly better than some.
β₯ Lying || It is very easy for Alice to lie.


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Fire || Alice is terrified of fire, it wreaks havoc and destroys everything in its wake.
The Dark || Not so much the dark as much as what is lurking in it.
Death || Like most humans, Alice is aware of the death that comes hand in hand with life. She has come to terms with the fact that she will eventually die, Alice just does not want to die prematurely.

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Cursed from birth to never utter a word, it is never apparent how Alice is feeling. She wears her heart on her sleeve and is easily misread, some like to believe that she is as open as a book, but really they would be wrong. In truth, Alice is a complex creature, like most women, who has to convey her emotions through sign language. Due to being mute, most never know when Alice is in trouble or in pain because of her silence. Others mistake her silence for ignoring them, or acting stuck up. Either way, Alice communicates through her hands and to those who don't understand sign language, through a notepad. Even then her words are often misinterpreted and it can be incredibly frustrating. Alice is a really kind girl, but she has her flaws just like everyone else. She is practiced in patience and kindness, her heart is as large as an old oak tree, her smile as wide as a forest. Alice is hurt rather easily due to not being able to speak, so it isn't uncommon to find her alone in the garden or sitting by herself on a bench.




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❝The most important thing in life is learning how to fall. ❞
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Hannah Elizabeth Baskerville || Mother || Alive
Eric Alexander Baskerville || Father || Alive
Axel The 2nd, Baskerville || Older Brother || Alive

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When Alice was first born, her mother had many complications. Alice spent the first year of her life in the NICU of a hospital, her family fearing that she would not live to see her second birthday, that she would never be able to walk, or be normal like other children. In truth, Alice's mother had been given a curse, not anything like out of the old fairy tales, someone had just wished their ill will onto the pregnant woman and it befell to the child she was baring. So Alice was born sick with a weak body that couldn't tolerate the world. After her first year in the NICU, she was finally well enough to come home. They celebrated, her brother over joyed that his little sister was finally allowed to see the place where she would live. He carried her around the house excitedly, holding the baby up to things so she could see them and not wanting to hand her back to her mother. Axel had always been easily excitable, so when he nearly dropped Alice a few times, no one was surprised.
As she grew a bit older, her parents documented every step. One day, while looking through an album they realized their daughter had yet to say her first word. In fact, she was rather quiet, never crying, or babbling like other children. It was in that moment that they realized something was terribly wrong. Alice was rushed back to the hospital where she spent another six months as they tried to figure out what was wrong. The child underwent a barrage of tests, but no Doctor could figure out the mysterious condition that was her missing vocals. The only solutions offered were that perhaps she was a late bloomer. As time went on though, her parents mourned the fact that they would never hear Alice speak. They celebrated other things though, little mile stones, and it made this burden easier.
Despite her missing voice Alice was a very happy girl, she liked to read and color, always adding elaborate illustrations to the pages of her notebook. Due to the fact that she was mute she had a hard time learning to read, but once she got the hang of it, Alice loved every book she picked up.
At school the other children ignored her for the most part, which was both good and bad. Alice was lonely, but it wasn't like she could complain. She had her garden, her flowers were her friends. It was around this time that Alice realized she was different. Her thoughts were confirmed when one day in school one of the bullies began to push her around, stealing Alice's notebook and saying that she had to ask for it back. Alice was feeling embarrassed and ashamed when suddenly the plants around her sprung into action and before Alice knew it, the bully was hanging upside down. She collected her things and ran, going back home. Two days later they removed Alice from her home. Axel tried to fight them, but Alice knew that it was hopeless. So she hugged her brother, her way of asking him to cease the fighting and went with the people who would slowly deconstruct her life.
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Alice Baskerville's Story

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"What doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead"


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What...what time was it? Miya rubbed her eyes, expecting to have her her alarm beeping at her to remind her to get up and go to school. As she rolled over in her bed, which felt rather stiff and cold this morning, she vaguely realised that all was silent except for a low hum of something mechanical. Maybe she was up early today? Eventually, Miya was awake enough to open her eyes. When she did, she started and bolted upright in her bed. The room she was in was not her own. Four plain white walls, a silver basin and a heavy metal door with a thin grid in the top greeted her. What on earth was going on?! This was not her home. Miya shoved the covers back and scrambled out of the bed, panic rising like bile in her throat. She stood in the middle of the room, her arms wrapped around herself as she shivered beneath her paper gown. There nothing in her except the metal frame bed behind her, accompanied with a single pillow and thin sheet, the silver basin and what she could only assume was a toilet, and a thin, long window at the very, very top of the wall.

Was this...was she in prison?! Miyako tried to remember what she had done, or even how she ended up in here. Last night, she had drifted off to sleep in her own bed surrounded by her shadow friends that swirled in the corners of the room, calling her to their realm. She hadn't visited in a long time, and when she stayed away she slowly felt more and more...odd. Maybe that's what happened here. Maybe she had an 'episode' after staying away for so long. No, this was very real. This wasn't padded enough for a mental hospital cell...

Miya padded around her room, awaiting a sign from someone what had happened here. Eventually, the door clunked and jingled as keys fussed with the lock. A tall, broad man with a worried expression on his face walked into the room. He held his hands up as though he was approaching a wild animal and spoke with a voice that coaxed Miyako forward. "Please miss, can you come with me?" he asked, holding out a pair of cuffs. Miyako arched a brow at the metal bracelets. "Warden's orders..." he shrugged as he fixed her arms behind her back.

Miyako was led into a room with four chairs laid out in a row in front of a portable screen. It looked like the screen was hooked up to a laptop. Miyako shook with anxiety as she was placed on a chair and her cuffs adjusted so she was attached to the chair. So far, she was on her own. But clearly more people were expected to show up.

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Wake up... Wake up... Atsuko... You're in danger... Danger... Atsuko...

The soft, tiny voice whispered into the ear of the sleeping female. Blonde tresses hung like a soft curtain over the unconscious female's face. Her breathing had slowed to accommodate the drop in heart rate that the drugs had brought on. Still the tiny voice persisted at her ear. Sluggishly, blue eyes struggled against the weight of sleep and drugs to open. A blurry white tiled floor came in and out of focus. Her carpet was gone. Oh no... was she having another one of those weird walker movements? When she saw through the eyes of an animal in her sleep?

Atsuko... you must... wake up... wake up...

An indistinguishable sound rumbled from her throat, which was incredibly parched. Her tongue felt heavy as led in her mouth. She had never experienced such extreme cotton mouth. I bet my breath is bad enough to kill a goat, she thought to herself idly as she tried to lift her head and coax her eyelids fully apart. As her senses began to return, she felt the familiar presence of body-temperature metal. Rolling her head to one side, she managed to pry her left eye open far enough to get a look at one of her arms. Was she wearing silver bangles? Why was she sitting slumped over in a chair?

After a breath or two of trying to go back to sleep, she slowly lifted her head until it fell backwards on it's own. It felt heavy, like it was full of sand. Blurry eyes search the ceiling where overhead fluorescent lights winked and hummed at her. A particular black dot just within her line of sight swayed just lightly over her unfocused gaze.

Atsuko... open your eyes...

She groaned softly, allowing her head to continue to hang limply over the back of the chair. As her eyes began to adjust, she could just make out the tiny spider that hung just inches from her face. She hadn't even fully registered what it was before a door somewhere in the room came open. It took all of her strength to lift her head again and peer over at the doorway. A slender figure appeared, framed by two larger ones. "Good. She's awake. Bring her. The others are already in transport."

Her lips were a desert, rough against each other as they cracked to formulate a protest. No words came. What's happening? Confused blue eyes watched in a detached fascination as the large guard approached her to undo the cuffs that decorated her arms and legs. Such weird bangles... After he was finished, a meaty hand was held out to her. "Can you walk?" She nearly laughed at him, but she only manged a lazy smile. "Alright then." Air rushed by her as her slender frame was lifted into muscled arms. She wasn't carried very far before she was placed down into a wheelchair.

She idly watched as the lights blurred past her on her way to wherever she was going. It seemed the destination would be a room set up like something off of Law & Order. Cat like in her lazy, drug-induced manner, she looked up to the guard as he lifted her frail form once again and sat her down next to a jittery looking girl dressed in a paper gown. Atsuko could see her vibrating, humming with life and nerves, but she still seemed so unreal.

As she stared blankly at Miyako, her cuffs were replaced onto her limp wrists. Slowly her attention shifted to the two empty chairs, then the guard, then the screen, and finally the cuffs on her wrists. She was in a paper gown, too. Damn. With concentration, she pushed the pink of her tongue past her chapped lips to wet them. Her surveillance of the room indicated there was only one way out that didn't require a smaller form and climbing. Without word she continued to blankly stare, this time at the screen, as though waiting for something. The girl at her side didn't seem to bother her. If anything, she seemed calmer with a fellow heartbeat nearby.

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"What doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead"


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One by one, more girls where wheeled or carried in and attached to the three empty chairs. They were all entirely different; one almost seemed stoned, one wore mittens and the other was either brave or stupid. Miya began to wonder why they were here and what the four of them had in common. Did they have mental health issues to? Did they see shadows and creatures lurking in the darkness? Miyako was certain she was alone on that crazy front, so she continued to try and rummage up a reason.She wasn't left with much time however, since as soon as the heavy lifters left the girls to themselves, a new man entered the room.

He was tall, with silver glasses and very pale, rose pink tresses that stood apart from his bright white lab coat. His emerald green eyes glinted with a wicked energy as she tapped some buttons on the laptop and the screen flashed to life. "Good day ladies. I'm sure you are wondering why you are here. Let me explain..." The screen flickered, crackled and then a fussy slideshow began to play. Images of Aerth and god like creatures played as the scientist cleared his throat. "Legend, and faith, would have you believe that a large unfathomable entity designed our beloved planet and everything in it. You are convinced that over six days, God made the world. Then on the seventh they would have you believe that He rested. Well, it's time you found out the truth. The real name of our home is Aerth. Instead of God having created it, four ethereal beings named 'The Creators' designed and shaped our planet from the stars. They poured their love and breathed life into the great rock, spreading new energy across it's planes.

The four Creators each took on an area of responsibility when creating Aerth. Thus became the Creator of Light, of Dark, of Flora and of Fauna. The Creator of Light is a gentle being, filled with a warm glow and positive energy. Creator of Dark is the opposite - a benevolent being who let the darkness consume them as they developed the planet. The Creator of Flora is at one with the plant life and flora in it's entirety, existing with an inability to speak. Lastly, the Creator of Fauna commands the wildlife and creatures of Aerth.

All of this took place thousands and thousands of years ago. The four Creators moved on from our pathetic little planet after it abandoned them, and were never seen or heard of since. Legend always promised that they had left Aerth to four descendants. Up until now, it was thought this was mere folklore. Up until know, we thought you four were lost"
The slideshow ended, the screen cutting to black plunging the room into darkness. Miyako struggled to take everything in. Creators? Descendants? What was this man saying? The young girl tried to absorb everything she had just heard and seen on the slide show. Clearly, this guy thought they were the legendary descents of some 'creators'. Miyako had heard tales of them, but she always considered it to be fairytale.

Feeling her anxiety rise, transforming itself into the familiar tendrils of shadow that twirled around her feet, Miyako strived to keep her breathing under control. She barely had a moments thought before the blonde guy started to talk again. "So, you four are the descendants. We know you have all been experiencing out of the ordinary occurrences, and we have files on each of you. It probably won't take you long to figure out which descendant you are. However, it matters none. You four ladies are dangerous, and cannot be released back into the main Aerth until you can all prove you are gentle beings. You are not human. For the foreseeable future, you will be living here in the facility. When you get back to your rooms, the daily schedules will be delivered to you. From there, you will be moved to the Residency Wing. Yes, you will all be together. However, if you cannot behave or indeed prove our initial diagnosis to be true, you will be returned to your isolation rooms."

Miyako winced, her wide eyed stare wavering as she fought back tears. Dangerous?! Her?! The worst she had ever done was strayed from this realm into the shadow. She had never hurt anyone? Or had she...maybe she hadn't noticed. Either way, she was stuck here with the three girls sat next to her.


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Alice's head swam. She could hardly pay attention, much less bring herself to care as the presentation began. A slide show of their world, Aerth. It was only when the mysterious pink haired man mentioned the inability to speak that her head snapped up. It seems that it was rather easy to puzzle out which one she was, as she had been mute since birth. So the inability to speak was a passed down trait from one of their creators. If he was correct, that meant Alice was flora. Trees, flowers, bushes, all beautiful and thriving under her watchful eye in her precious garden. Only, Alice no longer had her garden. Her home, her family, her precious older brother, they would keep living on without her. The thought of never seeing them again, that there was a possibility she would never leave this place, made Alice begin to shake. Her whole body quivered with fear, tears biting her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. She hated this, this feeling of helplessness that constantly surrounded her life.

Alice wasn't doing it intentionally, she wasn't looking to hurt anyone, but thorn covered vines began to creep through the cracks in the tiles. As her tears dripped to the floor, plants took their place, blooming around her seat. They wrapped around her feet and legs as well as her chair, small, red flowers that matched her hair, blossoming where her blood dripped. She couldn't help the fact that she was emotional, that she cared too much for the important people in her life. At least they would not be hurt, her older brother, her parents, they would be fine. Alice would return to them eventually. The thought finally made her tears stop and eventually dry up. Instantly she was overwhelmed by men in hazmat suits, they wrestled her out of the chair and onto the floor, twisting her arms painfully behind her. It-it was an accident. I didn't mean for plants to come from the ground, Alice had no way of telling them this though. She couldn't sign with her hands twisted behind her like this, as well as with the mittens they had stuck on her.

"Don't move," a gruff voice spoke as he produced a knife, untangling her legs from the vines that had wrapped around them. They were cut up and bleeding, the paper gown doing little to protect Alice from herself. Desperately Alice twisted her head, making eye contact with the girl with beautiful purple eyes. Please help me, she pleaded silently as they lifted Alice up and placed her in an awaiting wheelchair. She felt a needle slide under the skin in her neck, the cold plunge of an injection of some sorts. The world tilted sideways, her body slumped forward. Alice had spent all of ten minutes with the other girls and already she was being punished for something unintentional. It's for the best, you would probably just endanger them as well.

They took her back to that awful room, the lonely one with no windows. Alice wanted to be with the others, to at least have company, but it seems she had already proved their hypothesis correct, that they were dangerous and shouldn't be allowed near others. The thought made her tear up again and Alice bit down on her lip to keep from crying; if tears spilled, no doubt the vines would begin to grow again. She hugged her knees to her chest, the cuts she had given herself stinging. At least she hadn't hurt anyone else, the other girls would be fine. Hopefully.