Alice Constance Perette-Johnston
May 17, 2010 17:08:43 GMT -5
Post by Alice Perette-Johnston on May 17, 2010 17:08:43 GMT -5
The Basics
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Name:Alessandra Rachel Johnston
Nicknames:Alice Constance Perette-Johnston (She will not answer to anything but Alice
Age: 15 (Birthday: June 4)
Orientation: Bisexual (Or rather, she doesn’t feel confined by sexuality)
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Dreamwalking/Projection:
Alice's mind is in a heightened state of function and activity. Therefore her dream centers are incredibly active, giving her vivid hallucinations which she is able to project on others.
Unfortunately, this means that her brain is not suited to sleep. Her mind never turns off! When her body aboslutely MUST regenerate, she will fall into a deep, death-like sleep. However, her brain is still functioning, and it is during these vulnerable times that Alice's dreams are likely to be the most vividly projected.
Alice cannot control her body's sleep timer, and will fall asleep for days at the most inoprotune time.
Play By: Vendela (of 2PM Models)
The Details
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Very pale green.
Any Piercings? Ears
Any Tattoos? No
Any Scars? On her chest, near her heart: claw marks from a particularly devastating dream.
General Appearance: Alice is not what you would call a pretty girl, but that is no reason to say she is ugly. The general word used to describe her in all aspects is off. There is just something off about her. The way she dresses, the way she appears, the way she smiles: everything about this particular girl speaks of life in another reality.
Constantly fatigued due to the side-effects of her powers, Alice’s large and watery green eyes are sunken into the pale skin of her face, where her thinness is most apparent. The skin of her face clings tightly to a highly angled bone structure, its near translucent luminescence revealing the veins around her ears and eyes. The hair that frames her sharp cheeks is a white-blonde gathering of wisps atop of her head, floating where it will around her neck and shoulders. Thin and soft, Alice’s hair is not like that of an infant’s or a young child.
Her frame is fragile; much too thin for a girl of her height. With long limbs and appendages, Alice looks as if she will crumble in the slightest wind. It doesn’t help that her favorite choices of clothing are thin pants with oversize tops. Loose fitting, flowy dresses strengthen an image of her that is much like a specter, or a leaf in the wind.
Alice’s face is very expressive. While she generally is simply gazing into space when she is alone or unoccupied, most likely occupied by her visions, she is given to making eccentric and over-the-top faces while she speaks, betraying every miniscule detail of her emotions. Her smile is weirdly lopsided, and her large, sunken eyes are oddly expressive. On a whole, Alice is just…off.
Personality: It is difficult to pin down the proper words to describe Alice’s personality. Some would say she had none. Others would say she was distant. Still others would say she was downright weird. Perhaps all of these are correct. Those who manage to endure all of Alice’s strange habits and quirks, however, will find a true and loyal friend with a kind heart and wonderful imagination.
Alice lives in a world of her own, and for that reason the reality of others rarely translates into her language and vice versa. People can’t relate to Alice because she can’t relate to them. That’s not to say she’s an outsider, simply that she is often on the fringes of a group of friends. She tends to drive off many more ‘normal’ individuals simply by the fantastical nature of her speech, actions, and being.
Underneath it all, Alice is truly charming. She is bright and optimistic in a world that hasn’t treated her well, with a mind that refuses to cooperate. She loves people, and delights in the Technicolor sights around her. Her pace of living is generally slow, as she prefers to soak in the smallest details of everything around her, absorbing them into her reality and cherishing them as moments that could flee her memory in the morning.
However, Alice as the tendency to be just as eccentric as everyone makes her out to be. Her world is a wonderland, and she can’t help but sometimes describe as such. While sentences like “this soup tastes quiet” and “your voice is yellow” are off to most, to Alice they make perfect sense. She tends to accepts the shocked or disgruntled reactions to her oddities with a lopsided grin and a flounce in the opposite direction, refusing to let anything break her spirit.
Your Vices
Likes: Flowers
Classical Music
Plants of All kinds
Fish (not as food, but pets)
Lying in the grass
Dancing
Mismatched socks
The color green
Wind
Dresses
The Cello
Kelly Clarkson
Dislikes: Necklaces
Turtles
Trumpets
Windows
Shoes
Cats
Stockings
Coats
Sitting still for too long
Strengths: Alice manages to concentrate best when she is playing music. For this reason, she has taken to consistent and vigilant practice of the cello. Other strengths include: running, screaming/shouting, being silly, and laughing
Weaknesses: Social interaction of the formal kind, discerning real from fake, shutting up.
Fears: Necklaces, open windows, and dragons.
Secret: Alice once nearly killed her older brother during a hallucination. He tried to stop her from hurting herself, and nearly lost his eye when she clawed at his face.
Family Ties
Father: Donnovan Charles Johnston
Mother: Clarice Anne Merriwythre-Johnston
Siblings: Peter Charles Johnston
Any Other Important People:Perrette (her brother’s horse) and Constance, her pet Orchid.
History
The circumstances of Alessandra Johnston’s birth were not out-of-the-ordinary. Her parents, after giving birth to a healthy son five years prior, desperately wanted a second child. Yet Peter was so hard to conceive, her parents turned to science. With the help of miracle fertility treatments, Alessandra was born into a loving, normal family in the northern part of New Mexico.
As an area rich in Mexican, native, and American folklore, no one was surprised when Alessandra started to weave stories of grand happenings in the desert around the age of ten. She would sit in her room for days, pressed against the window, fascinated with the empty landscape outside. Her teenage brother, kind-hearted and concerned, watched over her with a benevolent gaze as her lawyer father worked the days away in the city representing the nuclear interests of the state. With a mother tired from raising two children, it was easy to allow Alessandra’s oddities to slip under the radar.
In school she was teased for being too thin. Her food would disappear, but no one ever saw her eating it. Half way through a meal, she would cease talking and move to a window, or stare into a corner. Then the sleeping ceased.
Suspecting acute ADHD as the cause of her eccentricity, Alessandra was scheduled for an appointment with a doctor that never happened.
One day, at the age of thirteen, Alessandra was in the yard digging happily at the ground. Her brother, left alone to watch her while his mother cleaned the house asked why exactly she was rolling, digging and throwing the dirt about with such frivolity. Suddenly before his eyes, the vast desert that stretched before them became the rolling green sea, and his sister was no longer flinging dust. She was splashing water. As delighted as Alessandra was with this new world, Peter was just that distraught. Something was wrong with his sister, and it was affecting him too.
Hallucinations such as these continued, and soon the entire family was aware of Alessandra’s projective abilities. Though visions as intense as the ocean didn’t come about again, small things in the house became increasingly strange. Dishes would dance and blankets would blink. Soon the walls began to sing. The family quietly endured these oddities, as they were harmless and they feared what the government would do with their daughter. Yet secretly, Clarice detested a lack of normality in her child, and waiting for a way to send her a way, though her husband and son would scarcely allow it.
At the same time her powers truly manifested when she was thirteen, Alessandra began reading and studying cello with a ferocity that was not paralleled in her school work. Though her grades were failing, her intelligence soared. Alessandra explained that her studies in school were not going well because her teachers didn’t understand how the world worked, such as how easily an elephant could fit inside the palm of her hand. Clarice and Donnovan withdrew Alessandra from high school promptly, afraid that they would become the laughing stock of the state. Peter had never lost faith or love in his sister, and continued to be her friend, even in the times when she seemed catatonic.
However, there came a day near her fourteenth birthday when Alessandra could no longer pass for normal. On Valentine ’s Day, her brother gifted her with a heart-shaped locket. His hope was that one day, Alessandra would find someone to love her for exactly who she was, and on that day Alessandra could place his or her picture in the locket. But to Alessandra, the Locket was a terror. It began to burn her chest and choke her, and she ran from the house in terror, towards the stables. With her brother tearing after her, an altercation ensued.
While trying to tear the locket from her chest, Alessandra ripped the skin of her breast over and over, leaving blood in the sand. As she broke into the stable, she excited her brother’s horse Perette, and was nearly kicked. In an effort to save her, Peter forcefully dragged her out of the stable and into the sand, with their horrified parents looking on. Alessandra screamed and cried, begging for a cessation from the pain and attacking whom she believed to be her assailant: her own brother. She nearly destroyed his eye before he removed the locket from her chest.
In the hospital, Alessandra refused to acknowledge that anything had happened. She didn’t recognize her name, or her brother. She insisted that the wound on her chest was from a vicious snake attack. Devastated by the apparent insanity of their daughter, Clarice and Donnovan were at a loss for a course of action. Ever vigilant, Alessandra’s brother continued to care for her as her friend, though Alice no longer recognized Peter as her brother. It was Peter, now nineteen, who received the Hammel institute with an open mind when they contacted the hospital, offering to train Alice and help her work with her powers.. It was Peter who embraced this new dreamwalker as Alice. It was Peter who recognized that Alessandra was gone, and that her powers had manifested as Alice, perhaps for the better for her family and herself.
Alice was able to begin classes just after turning fourteen and has been happy and (relatively) healthy at Hammel for a year now. Though her parents rarely contact her, she is still very fond of her penpal in New Mexico: Peter Johnston- The Boy with the Horse.
Roleplay Example
(As a little background on this post, it is one from my forum which recently closed. The setting is modern-day Miami. Beau is a werewolf who was change as a child, so he is very old, and has aged very slowly to take the form of a man. He is homeless in Miami, and steals to survive. The drug he has found is created by magic.)
Watching a fairly large wolf pad through the deserted streets of Miami was probably strange, but there were far stranger things that went on in this part of town. Said wolf swung its large head around a dark corner, appearing to look both ways before crossing the alley. It darted through a broken down doorway, pushing under a moth-eaten blanket.
Once under the blanket, it stood fully as a man. Or rather, what could have been something between a man and a boy. Beau shook himself, stretching his limbs, and removed a towel from between his teeth. He licked his lips and looked down at his bounty.
He'd snatched it from a beach goer, a thick and warm towel that he'd end up using as a blanket in the winter. He threw it over on an ancient matress that had obviously been dragged there from a dumpster where it joined another towel and a worn out blanket that was balled up near the top of the matress as a pillow.
Welcome to the life of a vagabond squatter.
Beau flopped onto his bed and reach beneath his 'pillow' pulling out the days loot. From a blown out, boarded up window, shreds of light from the sunset streamed in. Beau's eye immediately went to the first thing it reflected off of. It appeared to be a cigarrette case made of polished copper.
Beau held it up between two fingers and frowned. It didn't smell like tobacco.
Or cocaine.
Or Weed.
Or Meth.
Or any drug Beau had ever smelt in the history of himself. And that was several, being that he was homeless. It smelled...raw and electric. Like burning flesh. Beau shivered and cracked the case open with some effort.
Suddenly it hit him. There was talk around here about a new drug. Something powerful.
"Woah..." Beau murmured, looking down at what was easilly several tablespoons of the stuff. He sniffed again and nearly fainted. Snapping the cigarette case shut, Beau leaned back on his bed, resting the case against his forehead.
"Some loot." He grunted.
What About You?
Name: Kaitlyn
Age: 19
Experience: Fsss…uh. Seven years.
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Her name is Alice
She crawls into the window
Throughshapes and shadows
And even though she is dreaming, she knows
She crawls into the window
Through
And even though she is dreaming, she knows
