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Alice Iris

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a character in “Outcasters: Atonement”, as played by TheCrimsonLady

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A small force of Faeries aiming to rescue their Queen and reclaim the world's throne.

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{ FULL NAME }
Alice Renee Iris-Davenport

{ AGE }
Techincally 1, but was hidden in the demon realm so she aged to about 9 years old

{ MONKIER }
Small Lady

{ CLASS }
Princess

{ SPECIES }
Demon/Fae

{ ABILITIES }
Literary Manipulation-Whatever she reads can come to life at her will.
Illusion Creation-
Can create a realm within a person's psyche.
+Pain
+Death/Torture
+Phobia Extortion
+Appearance Altering
+Nightmare Inducement



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ImageImage{ HEIGHT & WEIGHT }


{ APPEARANCE }
Alice is a sweet faced little girl, with haunting eyes and and a distant disposition. She dresses like a normal 11 year old girl, her favorite cartoon character, or color.


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{ SEXUALITY }
N/A

{FAMILY }
Sunday Davenport-Mother
Alec Iris- Father
Simon Davenport-Grandfather
Victoria Montez- Grandmother
and this rest....



{ PERSONALITY }
Alice seems like a normal girl, but she’s anything but. Her powers makes her personality...unpredictable. She can go from sweet, to quiet, to sassy, to downright evil, all in the matter of moments. When she is sweet, she is the sweetest girl you've ever known but when she’s not....


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{ LIKES }
Coloring
Playing with her dolls


{ DISLIKES }
Talking to people

{ FEARS }
Alec

{ GOOD HABITS }
She blinks when she’s about to change personalities.
She snorts a little when she laughs.


{ BAD HABITS }
She talks to herself a lot.
She has a hard time differentiating what’s real and what’s not.


{SKILLS }
Reading People.


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{ HISTORY }
Alice was born just before the New World was created. Her birth was kept secret and she was hidden within the Demon Realm, making it so that she aged to the age of Nine.
she doesn't remember much of that time, only the flight and her mother's thoughts. Fear, panic, grief, rage, love all for one man, Alice's father to whom she's never met but knows his face well. She is hoping one day she'll meet him, so he can fix the world for her mother's sake



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{ FACE CLAIM }
Mackenzie Foy
{ CREATOR }
TheCrimsonLady
{ COLOR }
#BF0000

{ THEME SONGS }

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So begins...

Alice Iris's Story

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Character Portrait: Sunday Davenport Character Portrait: Simon Davenport Character Portrait: Alice Iris
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Time Skip: The Following Morning



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Simon had woken up exceptionally early that morning, wrapped in cloth and nothing else. Ambers was nowhere to be seen, which usually meant he was off being productive elsewhere in the camp. The prince yawned, stretched his arms out, and waited for the tiredness to fade completely before he ambled out of bed.

He attempted to pour himself some wine but, for a reason unbeknown to him, the jug that had been brought to his tent the night before was now empty. Clicking his teeth, Simon ventured out of his tent, heading for the storage tent nearby. That's usually where they kept it.

When Simon spotted his daughter, seemingly taking inventory at the far side of the tent, he halted for the briefest moment. "Oh, Sunday," he said, a little dumbly, "I should've guessed you'd be here so early." The new supplies had been brought in last night; he wasn't even sure when she'd gotten back to camp.

He allowed himself some time to survey the newer additions to their armour and weapons, one gloved hand hovering over a pair of Sai in the crate closest to him. There was something in his eyes when he looked at these blades, but whatever that may have been, it was gone far too soon to be of any note.

Kneeling beside his granddaughter, who was also in there with them, Simon extended an arm to tussle her hair, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. "And good morning to you, sweetie. Are you well?"

There wasn't a chance in hell he'd be indulging in his newfound drinking habits with the two of them around, and deep down he may have been relieved about that.

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Alice had awoken early so Sunday decided to get an early start herself. She was glad Mycah had reunited with Eida and finally met Hotaru. She didn't know if they would reconcile at the rate their stubbornness was going but she was glad they found each other. It couldn't help but make her think of Alec. She wanted so desperately to hate him but she couldn't bring herself to do it. A large percentage of the population, Fae, Demon and Human like were murdered because of him. Humans were practically extinct. Her mother ruled the world and her grandmother was losing her sanity because of him, yet, she couldn't hate him. Even after abandoning her for this crusade. She couldn't hate him. She still loved him, like a fool.

After some hours, while Alice read with her bunny Mr. White, a miraculous find of her brother's, something Sunday was eternally grateful for as Alice loved that doll, Sunday decided to take inventory, there were a wide array of weapons, chainmail of gold, iron and silver. Claymores, Sais, Charkams and Raipers, Even a Silver Bullets for a few revolvers. This was a good find her Grandfather made. She picked up the Charkam, a disc shaped blade and turned it over in her hand. She liked it, it felt good, weighted nearly perfect for her strength and size. She was tempted to test it but her father made an appearance and she set it down softly. She smiled in response. "You can thank Alice for that, actually" she said with a chuckle as he kneel by his granddaughter. Alice looked up at him, her expression impassive as usual. "Good Morning, I am fine" she said and that was that, her attention was back on the book, though she blew out air from her nose as if she smelled something foul but otherwise said nothing.

Sunday stayed quiet as well. People grieved in their own way, she wouldn't hold his vices against him, for he, of all of them, lost the most. "Mycah has returned to camp, finally met Hotaru, Isn't that wonderful? " she said, trying to add her once natural cheerfulness to her words. "He seems to be staying, Eida acts indifferent but she's happy he's come back, maybe they'll forgive each other?"

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Character Portrait: Sunday Davenport Character Portrait: Simon Davenport Character Portrait: Alice Iris Character Portrait: Isaac Davenport
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The crinkling of Alice's nose when Simon approached was not lost on him and instinctively, he stepped backwards. Not that it would help at all, he realized. His daughter said nothing on the topic, which was something of a relief. The last thing any of them needed right now was to be fighting; not when a divide in opinions would assuredly result in the division of the rebellion as a whole.

Sunday began speaking of her cousin, Eida, and her relationship with the Dragon boy. Simon listened, nodded, and offered the sort of half-smile that showed he was very much paying attention but that he also had little time for worrying about other people's relationships. Beyond that, he feared supporting this reconciliation would only put ideas in Sunday's head. When she posed a question to him, there was a pause. "It's entirely possible," he murmured, and left it at that.

Simon was curious about her meeting with Alexander, or rather he was only interested in finding out what beneficial information had been exchanged between the two. "My father," he began, "I imagine he shared more than just weaponry and supplies." It was more so a prompt than an outright question; no doubt Sunday would continue from there, had she been given half a chance.

The tent curtains drew back and in waltzed the Fae Prince, Isaac, a cut from his brow producing a steady stream of blood down one side of his face and soaking the collar of his once-white shirt. Wet mud and sporadic patches of blood covered him from head-to-toe. Still he grinned from ear-to-ear, apparently proud of himself. In one hand he held the severely dented helm of a Remei soldier, casual despite the way it burned his skin. "Had a run-in with 'em not too far from here, only be a matter of time 'fore they find this camp too."

He tossed the helmet to the ground by his sister's feet, then leaned against a nearby table with his arms crossed over his chest. "Don't mind me though, if you were talkin' about stuff."

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Character Portrait: Sunday Davenport Character Portrait: Eida Iris Character Portrait: Mycah Youngfire Character Portrait: Alice Iris Character Portrait: Isaac Davenport
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Sunday set to keeping herself busy with the affairs of the camp, with Alice in toe. Leaving the little girl alone for too long was dangerous, just not for Alice. Her powers frightened even Sunday herself, such they were peculiar. Her heritage was not a normal one. Demon, Fae and whatever the hell Alec was at the time. He had been merely Fae of some fashion and if memory served White Wraith but he'd acquired abilities that went beyond that of either of his heritage and she wasn't sure what that was. He manipulated Space Time, shattered the multiverse sending the world back into the dark ages. She didn't understand how even though she knew why. what she didn't understand was why in the name of the dead gods did he give the new world...to her mother. That cruel, violent, hateful bitch instead of Grandmother, who knew how to rule, who was just, firm, surely but just and kind. She remembered fondly how she'd stroke Sunday's hair sweetly when she went in for a hug. Sunday felt the pang in her chest of an oncoming panic attack. She couldn't leave Alice alone but she needed Issac. She was addicted and she knew it but it was the only thing keeping her steady. She knew her father would never approve of what they were doing but he had his vices and she had hers.

She smiled over at Alice. " Come little one, We are going to see your Aunt Eida and Hotaru. " She said and Alice gave her a vacant look but grabbed her rabbit with on hand and her mother's in another and her eyes watched her. Sunday was trapped in her daughter's gaze and memories flooded her mind. "Alice,please" she begged but they kept coming. They weren't just images, but smells, tastes, sensations. As if her entire life happened all at once. "Alice!" She shouted and Alice jumped and snatched her hand away. Sunday clutched her chest. " You can't -" Sunday could barely breath. She fidgetted and swallowed the deep gulps of air. "You can't do that, it is painful" She tokd the girl as diplomatically as possible.
Alice said nothing as usual and sunday grabbed her hand and lead her to where Eida, Hotaru and now Mycah were.

"Lady Sunday!" He said with a smile, Hotaru in his arms but one look at her face and his bright smile faded. , " Is everything alright? " He asked, concerned. Sunday couldn't respond. Mycah was such a good father. He knew for less then a day and all his qualms with Eida were shadows in the light of the fact that he was a father. Eida wouldn't have to do this alone and yet Alec had crested a new world, and left her alone in it with a child she couldn't possibly understand. She was the one that left but did he even care? She dropped her gaze to the floor. "Can you look after-?" Her breath hitched. Mycah was already nodding. " Of course, but? "
"Thank you." And she was off.

Where? To Isaac's tent.
"Issac?!" She called. "Issac, I need you!"