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oh, how i wish i would not grow

at so alarming a speed

Created on 2008-03-12 03:40:14 (#15130044), last updated 2008-03-24

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Name:	Alice

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Alice Provenance Howsham

Fandom: Disney’s Alice in Wonderland; Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass (and What Alice Found There)
Name: Alice Provenance Howsham
Character Model: Evanna Lynch
Age: Sixteen
Current Residence: Rabanastre Apartment Complex
Occupation: Alice is currently attending eleventh grade at Hollow Bastion High School. She also works in a used bookstore on the outskirts of the Elephant Graveyard, where things aren’t too bad, but Alice thinks it couldn’t hurt for them to be better.

Personality: Alice has a reputation among many people (or at least the people who’ve met her), that she is a girl to be taken in small doses. Ever inquisitive, Alice is so full of questions she cannot possibly contain them all, and they leak through her lips at alarming speed. Someone must be looking out for her, though, for she was blessed with a silvery voice – but even that is no match for her constant flurry of questions and answers and whatever manner of things she can think to talk about at the time.

Since very few people seem interested in the oddities Alice has to offer, she often talks to herself. It is not uncommon for her to become absorbed in long conversations and arguments, with her taking both sides. Likewise, she sometimes likes to converse with what she calls “Wonderland creatures”: friends sprouted from her dreams (though she does this much less in her later years).

So then one would be correct in assuming Alice is, on most occasions, in her own little world. There, she invents the rules, for she invents the games, the players, the pitches. She has a discerning taste of the outside world; whatever does not fall into her area of Particular Interest is labeled Dull, and not likely to receive much attention. Usually, Alice must be reminded to keep an open mind about the Dull Things. In contrast, when something is Particularly Interesting, Alice is rapt and shows her appreciation through questions and conversation.

Always a curious child (curious about those things Particularly Interesting, or else how to make Particularly Interesting the Dull Things), Alice loves to explore. She is a careful balance of acting first and thinking later, or sometimes the opposite. Really, it does depend so on the situation.

One of Alice’s most frequent and least risky adventures is books. As she finds each book its own contained, self-sufficient realm, she is an avid reader and well-versed (which makes her rather wordy and sometimes a bit long-winded, as well as old-fashioned [in speech and in moral]). She prefers picture books, or else clever books or books with conversations (which often leads people to believe she is slightly dumb). Because she thinks no book ought to be wasted, should she stumble across a Dull Book, she will make it Particularly Interesting herself, drawing from her own vast and colorful pool of knowledge – an exercise often translated (in a very garbled way) to the world beyond stacks and dog-eared pages.

As Alice is as easily detached from society and normality as she is a part of it, she does not have many friends, and very few people have yet found a tolerance for her. She seems not to notice, or else not to care, and only minds when someone is being rude, or else ignoring her completely when she requires their attention. Despite being alone regularly, Alice is never lonely, and fancies herself self-sufficient, independent, and above all, an excellent conversationalist.

Biography: Alice doesn’t remember much of her early life. It all seems to be a blur of bright colors and bad memories, none of which she’s ever been curious enough to delve into. The matrons at Kramer Orphanage have told her she is the daughter of a writer and a blacksmith, though they never explained which was her father and which was her mother, and Alice never asked (as she didn’t find it very pertinent or important: she never knew her parents, and happening upon their career titles wouldn’t make them any less or more intimate, as Alice saw things). Apparently she also had a brother and a sister, but both were killed along with her parents in a house fire when she was a baby. Alice was the sole survivor – that’s how the papers recount it, at least, but Alice will tell you two lives were spared that night: hers and her rabbit’s, appropriately named White Rabbit.

Growing up in an orphanage was not a fun experience for Alice, merely a prosaic one. Her short attention span and mile-a-minute mouth earned her few friends. What companions she did have she felt little connection to (there were only two: Ada, who was bland as a blackboard, and Mabel, who Alice found somewhat remarkably stupid). Still, Alice was a happy child, absorbing herself in her own private games in which she was the sole participant, aside from White Rabbit and her many imaginary friends.

Or so the matrons called them, but Alice would argue otherwise. In fact, she might politely inform you that her friends were not imaginary at all, and that the I-word was rather offensive to her just friends. She might then go on to say that her friends did not come from her imagination, but visited her in dreams, and popped right (and a bit rudely) out of her head while she was sleeping. And once they were there, at her bedside when she woke, try as she might, she couldn’t send them away! They seemed to be so interested in this fascinating new world, and in exchange for tales of all the places little Alice had been, they regaled her with stories of their home: Wonderland. Alice committed every word to memory, writing them down between games and dreams, and even coloring the likenesses of her friends on the orphanage walls.

Well, that wouldn’t do, not for the other children who liked the walls the way they were, devoid of fancy and fantasy. So Alice’s drawings were painted over, her scribblings abducted and promptly burnt, and many a-finger was wagged in her face over her “silly entertainment of nonsensical wonder-things.”

Following that, Alice played in secret, forcibly silencing the loudest of her guests. As time went on, she spoke only to the Fish- and Frog-Footmen, then the mome raths under the bed, then finally spilled her lilting voice upon White Rabbit’s large, lonely ears. The matrons were pleased to see Alice assuming normality, or as close to it as such a curious girl could possibly get. They were well-meaning, naturally, only wanting to subdue her over-creative tendencies in hopes a loving family might adopt her. Alice knew this, yet liked them no more and no less. To her, the matrons were simply there, unimaginative blocks of people and preordained thought; to her, a perfect example of what not to be.

So Alice felt stifled at the orphanage. She passed her hours chatting amiably with Ada (about hair and shoes and belts and things decidedly non-nonsensical, or in other words boring), and helping Mabel with her maths and classical literature. Unable to draw from her own imagination anymore, Alice enjoyed many books, from novels to picture books to the spare pages tucked between the stacks that no one knows where they belong, they’re simply there – until she had read all the books in the orphanage, aside from the ones without pictures or conversations. When that was done, she became bored for a good while – then she discovered she could make her own books, and went about doing so. It was simple really: find a Dull Book, without illustrations or cleverness, and pencil in her own ideas. Goodness knows Alice had much too many thoughts for any one person’s head.

But the matrons wouldn’t have that either, so at fifteen Alice was forbidden from reading. Even Mabel’s lesson-books! And she was encouraged to socialize (so deprived you are, sweet girl, so aloof! – and Alice always found this a compliment), which meant her ear was routinely being talked off by Ada, on a giddy tangent about the cutest pink chiffon dress, with tulle underneath, that perfectly matches those shoes with the little silk bows on the…

Bored silly and tired of sitting pretty, pretending to want to be adopted by completely grey people, Alice endured by conjuring long-lost thoughts of her Wonderland friends, and drawing pictures in the misty looking-glass. On the day she turned sixteen (two years ahead of both Ada and Mabel, luckily) she immediately packed her bags, collected her small inheritance, hefted White Rabbit upon her shoulder as one might a parrot, and left with the horizon to her face, and the orphanage to her back.

These days, Alice attends Hollow Bastion High School and lives with her White Rabbit (but otherwise alone) in a one-bedroom in the Rabanastre Apartment Complex. She’s terribly busy, working at a second-hand bookstore (“A Raven and a Writing-Desk”) most hours of the day. Luckily the place isn’t too popular, so she has plenty of time to read and study – and of course improve some of the more Dull Books.

Player: Pink
Age: Seventeen
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