Alice Duadain

[alice]

alice fiora duadain

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SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS NAIVETY
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET TWENTY TWO
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR SIX YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE N.A
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS /cheat and die;;!

IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hits the ground

[/b] alice fiora duadain
NICKNAMES: n.a
AGE: seventeen
GENDER: female
RACE: nagaini
CLASS: B
PLAY BY: IA from Vocaloid3[/size][/ul]

I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away

[/b] blue with hints of violet, usually in the form of a swirl, like violet dye in a rushing whirlpool of water.
HAIR: strawberry blonde, with braids framing her face. extremely long, down to her knees, though kept cut short around her bang.
SKIN: porcelain; pale, smooth and remarkably delicate
BODY: thin and curvaceous
UNUSUAL: n.a
OTHER FORM: in her nagaini form alice looks very much like her normal self, outside of a couple drastic changes. for one, of course, the lower half of her body becomes that of a serpent, with shimmering violet-blue scales and a pinkish underbelly. her long hair merges with her back to form a cobra-like hood around her head and neck, though her braids remain intact framing her face.
APPEARANCE: alice’s primary feature is perhaps the sheer amount of strawberry blonde hair she has, so long it falls almost all the way down to her ankles, though somehow it never seems to get in her way. it’s trimmed to a controllable point at her bang, and a braid falls over each shoulder to her collarbone. her eyes, once a vibrant blue color, now contain swirls of purple, like color caught in a whirlpool of water, that give them a violet hue. the rest of her features are gentle and delicate, containing the pristine perfection of a doll’s.

for clothing she wears a black tank top that clings to her slim and curvaceous form, covered again with a shoulder-less sweater that falls only as far as her midriff while sleeves attached to her tank-top cover most of her arm. around her waist and falling to about her mid-thigh level is a pink skirt that tucks in under her tank top. one leg hosts a long stocking that nearly meets her skirt, while the other sports a sock that runs up to her knee. both feet are clad in white shoes with a pink trimming.
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TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose

[/b] alice’s likes are very much connected. she is an artist and loves to paint. because of this she’s developed an enjoyment of her solitude, spending long hours finishing a painting. but not all solitude is alone; sometimes she will simply watch crowds of people, or scenes unfold, for the emotion involved. one of her favorite times to paint is actually on stormy days when there is a strong energy in the air. finally, as many people who spend long hours working on projects tend to do, she has developed a fondness for coffee and tea.
DISLIKES: it should be a given for anyone that knows alice that she does not like crowds. they tend to make her a little claustrophobic, though she actually hates large, open places, always preferring to have her back to something than being vulnerable and exposed. she’s a shy girl and doesn’t like being put on the spot. oddly, despite being quite creative and intelligent, alice does not like reading at all, preferring more visual mediums like her art.
STRENGTHS: alice’s first and foremost strength to any who know her is her ability to paint. she is very capable of capturing scenes with life and emotion and create very thought provoking artwork. being an artist comes with its own little boons, however, as she has developed very quick and adept hands, useful in a variety of things. of course there are the bonuses given to her species, the increased speed and senses, but on top of that alice is quite an intelligent and quick-witted young lady.
WEAKNESSES: aside from the weakness of her race to fire, alice’s biggest defect is probably her dyslexia, which inhibits her ability to read. while she has learned to read with focus, she can’t do it quickly and her writing is atrocious. furthermore alice easily overloads when put on the spot or stuck in a crowd. she’s the type of person who prefers to have complete control of her surroundings, and as such in these situations when that’s taken away it gets to her.
SECRETS: alice has learned to hide her dyslexia well, and is somewhat ashamed of it.
OVERALL: for the most part alice is a well-adjusted individual who has made the best out of what life had given her. she’s artistic and creative, and very intelligent. she’s never without something to say, and sometimes that leads her to say the wrong things, or something she shouldn’t have. her mouth is quite loose in that respect, and the thoughts that come out are sometimes a bit too fantastic or deep. with an overactive imagination she can often be lost in her own thoughts and fantasy. with dyslexia she does not read very much, though she can read when not under pressure. she doesn’t like being alone much, except when working on a sketch or a painting, but on the same token she doesn’t like being around too many people. she’s the kind of person who prefers intimate one on one encounters and conversations.[/size][/ul]

WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong

[/b] ailish duadain, forty seven.
FATHER: kiir duadain, fifty.
SIBLINGS: n.a
OTHER PEOPLE: n.a
HISTORY: alice’s life hasn’t exactly been harsh. she was born in ireland, of all places, hidden away in society. thus her birth was a little undercover and natural, with only family in attendance for the event. she was named after her mother, who had been named after her mother and so on through the lines, though to keep them from getting confused they referred to the newborn as alice, the anglicised version of ailish. that’s all there really is to say on her birth. as a baby she was kept out of sight until she was able to shift from her nagaini form into her human form. it was somewhat difficult for her parents to explain this to their human friends, but they managed to pull it off somehow.

as she grew up she was entered into society, into the schools. she was always a bright young girl but once she was put into a school environment that she had a reading dysfunction. it was through careful connections that they found someone to diagnose her. turned out she had dyslexia. stubborn as she was as a young child alice refused to accept it and instead fought against it. she insisted she’d be able to conquer it, and the next few years of her life were spent reading. it would be embarrassing to say how few books she had actually managed to get through, but she did learn to get over her dyslexia for the most part, allowing her to continue with her school studies.

thing is once word got out that she had a handicap, by the time she reached middle school, the kids began to think of her as a freak. which struck home in a bad way, and one day as some kids were teasing her, alice lost control. she didn’t like the attention, she didn’t like their comments, and she didn’t like them. she managed to hold her form, for the most part, though her teeth changed into fangs and she bit into one of their arms, filling their veins with her nagaini venom. alice’s parents were called, the kid who was poisoned was hospitalized with unknown causes cited. alice’s parents sorted things out, but they couldn’t stick around ireland any longer and moved to america.

alice never got over the incident and became quite self-conscious of herself, of her race and of her dyslexia. life was unfair, to her, and she became quite full of remorse and anger. she had become so bitter, and couldn’t find the means to vent her frustration. it was suggested she tried to write out her feelings. her dyslexia made that too hard, and it only led to make her more frustrated. that was when she started painting, and it turned out she had a knack for it. she took to it immediately, painting scenery, people, even going so far as trying the abstract.

but she never quite fit in with society, always feeling out of place. her parents didn’t like seeing their daughter feeling so angry. that was when they heard about akashibai academy. they immediately sought to enrol her in the complex and, though they were a little hesitant to let her go, they trusted her over to the school for safety. alice didn’t want to leave, but she looked forward to a place where she could actually fit in. except for the fact that she was still dyslexic, still different than the rest of the students, and still self-conscious.[/size][/ul]

WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about

[/b] n.a
RP SAMPLE: Alice stared into the room. This was her new home, but she wasn’t sure how she would get used to it. A small little room with a single bed and mattress, a writing desk and a bookshelf. This was to be her home. No, it wouldn’t be her home, it was merely a place she would be visiting. A home away from home, as it were, a place for her to rest her head and find her privacy while she was there for school. Her forked tongue stuck out and tasted the air. She didn’t do it often, but this was a whole new place, miles away from her new home, which was miles away from her old home. She missed Ireland, she missed her old friends, for what they were worth, and the home she had grown up in. She regretted her actions, regretted them from the time her fangs had dug into that boy’s arm. But regret didn’t get anything accomplished.

With a heave of her chest and a deep sigh, Alice stepped into her new home and set down her bags. It wasn’t a complete loss. The campus was very picturesque and she imagined she would get quite a few paintings done here. Granted they would come at a price. The school policy enforced privacy for its inhabitants, there was no way they would have any pictures of the campus that she painted getting out to the human public. But she didn’t paint for exhibitions, for money or any of those things, she painted her thoughts, painted her perceptions, to empty her mind onto the canvas. If the paintings were locked away, it didn’t bother her.

Speaking of which, she pulled the large bag off of her back, releasing her expansive tumble of strawberry blonde hair about her, and leaned it up against a wall while she unbuckled the belts that held it together. The shell came off and revealed her wooden easel, folded up. She unclicked the locks on the hinges and unfolded the thing, looking around the room for a place to set it up. It was her best friend, through thick and thin. The first thing she had bought when she had arrived in America, outside of the countless failed journals and diaries that had been bought for her. They had merely been packed away in the attic at her parents’ house, with nothing but troubled scribbling and a gratuitous amount of doodles about them. The easel found its home in the corner by the door, right next to the small dormitory window.

That was all that mattered to her. Her bag with all her clothing could wait, her school supplies wouldn’t be necessary for another few days when class began. The easel, however, helped make it feel like home. It was one of the most familiar things she had. With another breath she let herself fall back onto the stiff mattress, sprawling her arms spread eagle as she landed and staring up at the ceiling. At least there was plenty of wall space to hang her pictures. And the view from the window wasn’t horrible. She was eager to get out and explore the campus. ”It’ll have to do,” she murmured at the roof for no one to hear.[/size][/ul]

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