Post by Crystal Wood on Jul 28, 2010 16:37:28 GMT
Full Name: Crystal Wood
Alias (if applicable): Alice
Birthday: March 27, 1985
Age: 25
Hometown: Gotham City
Appearance: Surreptiously dressed within blue, sleeves short and puffed, the look of sweet gentility. Dress is of simple standards, that of a child even. It reaches to the very tops of her knees, but that's including the underskirt, a petticoat of all things to cause volume, the stark white an innocent offset against that pale pale blue. Innocence incarnate it seemed with tresses of the lightest shades of blond, almost stark white as they fall about features, straight and silken. Eyes of the coldest shades of ice peer out, sparkling just as the should as little chunks of glacial serenity. Standing not so tall at 5'1" without heels, however that is certainly more advanced as she walks upon heels that force a dancer's pose from her, sharp points so high that she walks upon toes. Encased within those blue shoes, laces stretching over skin so pale it seems she may be something more akin to albino in nature. Such accoutrements are interchangable, but one thing that never changes is the small doll she carries about with herself, a version of herself. But what does it do? Well that's a mystery left to herself. Oh, but one other thing always remains. A smile of the most innocent natures, however a darkness always lurks.
Personality: Which one would you like to know? Female has collected personalities in a rather alarming abundance. It is uncertain as to what her original one may be. Was she the calm and innocent persona that sometimes appeared, a heartfelt love for everything and everyone who overflows with naivete? Or was she that dark and vicious child, wishing to tear the limbs from friend and foe alike until crimson stains her sweet little hands? Or perhaps the insane side, one laughing and speaking in rhymes and riddles? The only thing that is certain is that she is aware of all sides, showing her to be truly psychotic.
Special Abilities: Body can contort into many different positions, allowing her to never remain in one spot for too long. Joints can disconnect with slight tugs. Such small delights come from a life of necessity. In addition she has the mind of a genius when that mind is clear. It led her to create the mechanical doll she carries, one that seems to be nothing but a toy but in fact is almost a being in and of itself. It has knowledge imprinted in it for the purpose of escape and murder.
History: (History must be at least two good sized paragraphs, which is around but not limited to, 200 words.)
Life began simple and homely enough. Raised by two loving parents, ones who never drank, or smoked, or abused one another. In fact she was brought up in a home that most could only dream of. Everything she wanted, she had. Everything she could possibly wish to do, she did. Her mother was an image of elegance, never seen in trousers but always enwrapped in flowing silks and even the rare cotton dress. Never a hair out of place or make up smeared. Father was a gentleman of rare sorts, wearing suits at all times and hair slicked back, the image of a businessman. But was that truth?
Or perhaps her history actually was an abusive childhood with mother being found only in the tiniest of miniskirts and a top of barest coverage, wide hips and ample bust kept to attract men with the most subtle of motions. Perhaps father was a drunken man with urges to beat any of the female variety, hitting them into submission leaving marks upon their flesh.
Story changes every time its told. Only thing that remains the same is that something broke. Some unknown event caused mind to shatter into many many pieces until such a point that fantasy and reality merged. At this point she is kept at the asylum if only because she is so unstable.
And how did she get there? Well little Alice wanted to show people what happened behind the looking glass of the world. In a fit of pure insanity she'd gone about a killing spree, causing a road of crimson behind her. No, more of a river. By the time she had finished her dress was all but red from so much carnage. If asked about it the story would constantly change. Her name comes from that event. All the while she spoke in riddles, and painting the roses red. She was caught however with a bit of work, landing her deeply into the asylum.
PB: (Please provide a picture of your desired PB but one that does not stretch the page.)
Kerli Kõiv
Alias (if applicable): Alice
Birthday: March 27, 1985
Age: 25
Hometown: Gotham City
Appearance: Surreptiously dressed within blue, sleeves short and puffed, the look of sweet gentility. Dress is of simple standards, that of a child even. It reaches to the very tops of her knees, but that's including the underskirt, a petticoat of all things to cause volume, the stark white an innocent offset against that pale pale blue. Innocence incarnate it seemed with tresses of the lightest shades of blond, almost stark white as they fall about features, straight and silken. Eyes of the coldest shades of ice peer out, sparkling just as the should as little chunks of glacial serenity. Standing not so tall at 5'1" without heels, however that is certainly more advanced as she walks upon heels that force a dancer's pose from her, sharp points so high that she walks upon toes. Encased within those blue shoes, laces stretching over skin so pale it seems she may be something more akin to albino in nature. Such accoutrements are interchangable, but one thing that never changes is the small doll she carries about with herself, a version of herself. But what does it do? Well that's a mystery left to herself. Oh, but one other thing always remains. A smile of the most innocent natures, however a darkness always lurks.
Personality: Which one would you like to know? Female has collected personalities in a rather alarming abundance. It is uncertain as to what her original one may be. Was she the calm and innocent persona that sometimes appeared, a heartfelt love for everything and everyone who overflows with naivete? Or was she that dark and vicious child, wishing to tear the limbs from friend and foe alike until crimson stains her sweet little hands? Or perhaps the insane side, one laughing and speaking in rhymes and riddles? The only thing that is certain is that she is aware of all sides, showing her to be truly psychotic.
Special Abilities: Body can contort into many different positions, allowing her to never remain in one spot for too long. Joints can disconnect with slight tugs. Such small delights come from a life of necessity. In addition she has the mind of a genius when that mind is clear. It led her to create the mechanical doll she carries, one that seems to be nothing but a toy but in fact is almost a being in and of itself. It has knowledge imprinted in it for the purpose of escape and murder.
History: (History must be at least two good sized paragraphs, which is around but not limited to, 200 words.)
Life began simple and homely enough. Raised by two loving parents, ones who never drank, or smoked, or abused one another. In fact she was brought up in a home that most could only dream of. Everything she wanted, she had. Everything she could possibly wish to do, she did. Her mother was an image of elegance, never seen in trousers but always enwrapped in flowing silks and even the rare cotton dress. Never a hair out of place or make up smeared. Father was a gentleman of rare sorts, wearing suits at all times and hair slicked back, the image of a businessman. But was that truth?
Or perhaps her history actually was an abusive childhood with mother being found only in the tiniest of miniskirts and a top of barest coverage, wide hips and ample bust kept to attract men with the most subtle of motions. Perhaps father was a drunken man with urges to beat any of the female variety, hitting them into submission leaving marks upon their flesh.
Story changes every time its told. Only thing that remains the same is that something broke. Some unknown event caused mind to shatter into many many pieces until such a point that fantasy and reality merged. At this point she is kept at the asylum if only because she is so unstable.
And how did she get there? Well little Alice wanted to show people what happened behind the looking glass of the world. In a fit of pure insanity she'd gone about a killing spree, causing a road of crimson behind her. No, more of a river. By the time she had finished her dress was all but red from so much carnage. If asked about it the story would constantly change. Her name comes from that event. All the while she spoke in riddles, and painting the roses red. She was caught however with a bit of work, landing her deeply into the asylum.
PB: (Please provide a picture of your desired PB but one that does not stretch the page.)
Kerli Kõiv