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[ALICE LYRA DIGELLO]

NAME Alice Lyra Digello

NICKNAMES n/a

GENDER female

AGE twenty

SEXUAL ORIENTATION pansexual

BIRTHDAY April 15th

FACECLAIM Lauren Cohan

MEMBER GROUP Fulsi

ABILITY 3 main + empathy + electricity

PURCHASED ITEMS

• extra ability [800]
  
• Electricity [400]
  
• Horse [700]
  
• Neck knife [300]
  
• Recurve longbow [400]
  
• Aluminium arrows [100]
  
  TOTAL: 2700

PERSONALITY Wary and mistrustful, Alice is a solitary kind of woman. She was betrayed in the past and refuses to allow that to happen again. The best way to do that? Trust no one. She is often hostile and sharp tongued to those who try to keep her company, and is especially hostile to those who try to be her friend. Unwilling to accept the companionship of anyone, she stays on the move and away from large groups of people and animals. Alice firmly believes that she is not suited for companionship of any kind due to her lack of control over her abilities.

Perpetually curious and always thirsting to know more, Alice gets herself into trouble often times. While she lets people know she doesn't want their friendship, she has a strong case of the hero syndrom. She believes she has to save anyone and everyone in distress that she comes across. And if she thinks someone is no good? You bet your ass she's going to find out about it and try to stop them. She has a strong sense of justice with high morals and quite a bit of nobility. What she may lack in friendliness, she makes up for in bravery and passion and her knowledge of right and wrong. Ever since she had to leave home and become someone else, she changed immensely. She has done everything she can to make up for the kind of person she was as a Natural. Alice loves almost every innocent person she comes across and would do anything to keep them safe. Though once any job is done, she will move on. She never stays in one place for long, making sure not to form any attachments to anyone she may help out.

Despite her rough and tough personality, she is quite the weakling when it comes to physical combat. She relies on her cleverness and her quick thinking to get her out of sticky situations, avoiding any physical confrontation at all costs. She prefers long range combat and even made herself a bow. Shhe has yet to master her electricity and avoids using it, and rarely does she get close to anyone to test her empathy. She is fearful of any physical contact, be it a hug or a hand touching her shoulder and especially a kiss. She has no control over her empathy and detests playing with how people feel. Of course it doesn't help that when it comes to any emotions romantically, she is about as adept as a fish climbing a tree.

Beneath her rough exterior is a very lonely girl that blames herself for everything that goes wrong. She has quite the broken heart after her mother's betrayal, leaving her father, and losing her best friend. And she is guilt ridden, blaming herself for everything that happened to her and her friends. She often wonders if anyone found out that her father helped her escape. She prayed they didn't, for she feared what they would do to him if they did. She believes that she ruins lives, so she does her best to stay out of everyone's life. She doesn't let anyone get to know her, or the things she likes. No one knows how much she loves horses, or that she has a deep passion for the stars, or that she will only sleep in oak trees because that's the kind of tree her father painted on her wall. She knows she will grow attached if she lets them get that far, and that would only spell trouble.

HISTORY In the beginning, Alice was what you might have called a "privilaged child". Born into the Digello political empire, she would never want for anything, and was spoiled beyond imagining - and yet this did nothing to dampen her character. She was pure of heart and beautiful and kind, if not quite stubborn with a heightened sense of curiosity compared to most children. She was born with a knack for politics and was always extremely bright and never missed a thing. Yet she did not want to inherit the throne, she wanted to be a scientist. An astronomer, specifically. Her father, an ecsentric, bright and creative man, was behind her fully. She was certainly daddy's little girl and she would follow him to the ends of the earth - if a such thing existed, of course. Her mother, on the other hand, was not someone she saw eye to eye with. Her mother was a cold, aggressive politician who'd forgot what it meant to be mother.

For many years, Alice's life went on without any exciting events. The only child in a excessively rich family gave her the life every little girl dreamed of. Alice got whatever she wanted - though she wanted little. She always got whatever clothing she needed, got every new vehicle that came on the market, got whatever kind of parties she wanted. She had big dreams, and her father often encouraged her to pursue them despite what her mother might tell her. Her mother would always say that Alice would one day take over and step into her mother's shoes. Alice had no such intentions, and her father intended to see that through, despite his cluelessness on the topic of stars. For her tenth birthday, he got her a necklace that had everything to do with astrology rather than astronomy. Despite his mistake, Alice laughed at him and told him she adored it. She never took it off and would hide it beneath her shirt for shows, or whenever her mother was around. The only jewelry she ever kept in the open was the Fossil watch her mother bought her.

It wasn't until she was fifteen years old that things began to get complicated in Alice's perfect life. High school was a completely different experience for her, bringing her away from the kindness and innocence she had thought she'd grown into. She quickly learned that to survive as one of the richest kids, you had to be a fighter. One freshman girl was the daughter of two politicians, both her dads very powerful. This girl was named Zara, and she was as cruel and coy as they came. It didn't take long until Alice was nothing like the sweetheart she once was. Alice began to take tips from her mother, but of course she still refused to be close to the woman. She still thought of herself as daddy's little girl, though she often rolled her eyes when he tried to give her valuable life lessons. Her mother quickly became her rival and she did everything she could to better than everyone else in every way. She was the top dog, the queen bee. She pushed aside her dreams to be a scientist and told everyone she would be the president one day. She was powerful and she was a bitch, and she was a world class brat.

When she hit her senior year in high school, she already had six people desperate to mentor her, which of course had nothing to do with her mother paying them off. She constantly had boys dogging after her, and her mother most certainly did try to pair her off with the richest of them. They were all more than willing of course - all but one. He was tall, dashing, charming, funny, and devilishly handsome, and he wanted nothing to do with Alice. It angered her and excited her at the same time, especially considering he was the son of the President himself. Aiden was down to earth, though, and he saw right through Alice. Her father tried his best to tell her to just be herself, to which she would reply that she was. The only problem is that she hadn't acted like herself since she was a freshman, constantly hiding the vulnerable, kind side of herself so she wouldn't be eaten alive in the vicious world of money and politics.

For a few years, Alice grew into a stunning woman, attending balls and fancy dinners, creating connections and was apprenticed to Ezio himself, on her way to becoming the next president when he passed. This, of course, gave her a chance to get closer to Aiden. She did everything she knew how to do, flirting and acting as coy as she could. It was when she was nineteen that he finally asked her to attend a banquet with him. She didn't feel giddy or nervous like any normal girl would, she felt nothing but smug triumph. Finally! She, Alice Digello, caught the eye of Aiden Minervino! She got herself into the sexiest black dress she owned, pinned her hair up to expose her neck perfectly, did her make-up just right - everything she could to pin down Aiden.

The evening started out wonderfully. Aiden was as charming and clever as ever, but there was something about him that unsettled her. He was unaffected by her, seeming to breeze right through her defenses and expose her. Still, she enjoyed herself. She flaunted him like he was her best accessory, and he just smiled like he knew something that she didn't. It bothered her, but she wouldn't let that show. The evening progressed with dancing, mingling, and champagne. Lots of champagne. Everyone seemed to be letting loose that night, allowing an alcohol haze settle over them all - all but Aiden. He seemed to be keeping his cool while Alice let her inhibitions go. She finally decided to confront and demand why he acted like he wasn't interested in her. He replied by saying how could he be interested in her if the person she was trying to be wasn't real? She fumbled for a reply, but she never would get to respond to him.

There was a sound of shattering glass all around the room, there was screaming and panic, and Alice had no clue what was happening. Aiden had grabbed her arm by now and was trying to get her out of the room. "What's going on?" she demanded, but there was no reply. She suddenly realized there were at least seventy new people in the room, each of them at least into Stage Three of the Flare. Her date did everything he could to get her to the exit, but she ripped herself away from him. She could only think about trying to find her father. She kicked off her heels and ran through the heaving mass of fear and confusion, trying to hunt down the familiar face of her father and his balding brown head. She had never felt fear before, not true fear, but now she had. She thought she might fall apart simply from fear, watching as the sick attacked one party-goer after another, their gold-ringed eyes wild with something that could only be described as anger. Blisters covered their skin and they were so pale, many of them had fatal injuries but showed no signs of feeling them. It was a horror show, and Alice was in the middle of it.

She cried out for her father, crying and trying to push through the mass of Cranks and Naturals, and finally she found him. She'd never seen him look so fierce, knocking away one Crank after another with the leg of a table. Her father! Meek, quiet, and gentle, and he was fighting like he was the best Purger there was. "Daddy!" she yelled to him and ran to him, not thinking it through. Almost as soon as she reached him, a Crank was on top of her. She'd never forget the sick woman's face, contorted in a fit of rage with missing teeth, her left eye swollen and blood red - blind - with her hair a wild mess. Alice could only scream and thrash, incapable of any kind of self defense. Her father managed to rip the Crank away from her and before she knew it, she was whisked outside and onto a helicopter with her mother and father, racing towards home and leaving the ball to be handled by Purgers.

As she sat in the helicopter, watching the destruction in the tower and on the streets where the Cranks had poured in, she wondered for the first time what happened to Aiden. Was he okay? Did he escape with his father? She hoped so. As she looked around at the city, everything so familiar to her, things felt wrong. Suddenly everything looked different to her now, and not just because of her emotional state. Everything was clearer, brighter, more detailed. She started to just explain it away with adrenaline, but then she looked at her arm and her stomach dropped. There on her bare shoulder was a single drop of blood, and deep down she knew it was Crank. Her mother was turned away, thank God, but her father noticed the same time she did. Alice looked up at him with pleading fear, tears brimming in her eyes again. Without a word, he took out his hankercheif and wiped the blood spot away.

Ten days passed, and so far she hadn't shown any signs of being infected. Her eyes hadn't changed and she hadn't shown signs of losing her mind, unless you counted that she had become completely distant from her friends and her life in general. Aiden was never found, not living or dead. He disappeared, and Ezio became crazed with the notion that the Cranks took him.

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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE"Alice." The whisper awoke her with a smile. She blinked her bright green eyes open and she let out a small sigh when she was greeted by the face of a brown-eyed angel. He was grinning at her and it warmed her all over despite the chill in the air. She pushed back the scratchy wool blanket as he rose and she took his hand. His touch was like a feather as he guided her away from the bed, into the grass. There was no cabin full of the Family to go around. Only her and Sam and his hand and the frigid air that seemed to freeze the fur on her neck. "Where are we going, Sam?" she tried to say to him, but her voice sounded very far away. He didn't hear her as he lead her through the trees. Her brow furrowed as she tried to look ahead of him, feeling like her vision was fuzzy. She realized she was looking through normal eyes, not the eyes the Flare gave her. Sam looked back at her suddenly, and his smile was gone. His face was a cloud of regret and pain. "What's wrong darling?" she tried to ask. He simply turned away again and held her hand so tight it hurt, leading her through the thickening trees.

There were loud noises ahead. Shouts and growls and screams and gunshots. Her heart began to pound, afraid of what was ahead of them. She trembled, looking to Sam again for comfort. She trusted him with everything she had and she could allow herself to feel afraid with him, so she trembled. He did not react. He only came to a sharp halt when they reached a clearing. Her bare feet touched something wet, and when she looked down her toes were red. Bile rose in her throat and she looked away. She found a worse scene ahead of her. The family was locked in combat with Purgers. So many had fallen. In fact, only one was left. Only Carter was left. He was bleeding all over, his fur was matted and his leg was twisted at a sickening angle. She yelled his name, but he didn't hear her. She looked to Sam, but he was gone. Her heart was racing wildly now when she looked back to Carter only to find that it was Sam beating him down.

"Sam!" she cried, finding her voice. He looked up at her with a cold and wicked grin that stopped her breath in her throat. He looked back to Carter. Sam brought the butt of a gun she didn't know he had and knocked her best friend and his brother in the head, snapping his neck at an unnatural angle. The young Crank crumpled to the ground as she screamed for him. She broke away from where she stood and ran to her friend in the frosty clearing, still in bare feet and her sleeping clothes. After shaking his limp body and yelling at him to quick fucking around, she realized he was gone. He was dead. And Sam killed him. She had a gun in her hand - it felt like it had always been there. She spun without a thought and kicked her lover square in the chest, an uncontrollable rage she didn't understand taking control of her. The brown eyed man fell back to his knees and suddenly she stood above him, her gun pointed square at his head. They weren't in the clearing anymore. They were in the cabin, everyone was staring and horrified at what she was doing. How could she - sweet, level headed, strong, and calm Alice - be pointing a gun at the man she was in love with? She did not see any of them. She only saw red, and she only saw Sam on his knees in front of her with Carter's blood splatted on his hands and shirt.

"Baby please," he begged. She couldn't take it. The fury exploded from her and through the barrel of the gun and through Sam's head.

Alice sat bolt upright in the back seat of some old truck, her face wet with tears and her body damp with sweat. A rough and wild roar of pain and rage was tearing from her lungs, making her throat hurt and head spin. She cut the cry off and gasped for air, her nails tearing into the flesh of her leg and into the fabric of the car's seats. She shook violently and she set her jaw, sounds of a primal and uncontrollable anger and pain trying to break through her sharp and clenched teeth. She often dreamed of killing Sam and of watching Carter die, and sometimes even dreamed of seeing that first Crank, the one that inftected her. But none of those dreams had ever been so real. Alice heaved deep breaths, her chest rising and falling dramatically with each inhale and exhale. She put a hand on her chest, forcing herself to take a slow, long breath in to calm herself before she slowly and deliberately expelled the air from her lungs. It wasn't until her breathing became normal that she wondered how long she had been asleep and if there were any enemies near by. Still trembling fiercely, she checked her leg that mildly burned, blood staining her jeans. They were superficial scratches, no need for any attention.

With a huff, Alice fell back against the seat, looking outside of the ancient truck where the door was missing. Rarely did she ever come into town for this very reason. She often woke others with her restless sleep, so she strayed away from sleeping around others. If she had to, she had claimed this old rusted truck as her own and would take up sleeping in the bed of it. Tonight, though, it was snowing greatly. She opted for the inside of the truck. With a deep breath, she closed her green and golden eyes and leaned her head back. She shook harshly still so she grabbed the wool blanket she'd uncovered and wrapped it tightly around herself - though she was sure she wasn't shaking from the cold. She felt sick, the image of Sam snapping Carter's neck still fresh in her mind. She knew it wasn't actually Sam who had directly killed her friend and his brother. It was some faceless, nameless Purger that didn't want to deal with a trouble maker like Carter. But Sam lead the Purger's straight to them, so he may have well been the one to take the rear of that rifle to Carter's head.

She wanted Sam to come out of hiding again. She wanted him to wander around in misery in the desert. She wanted the Purger woman he fell for to hurt him. She wanted him to suffer. But most of all? She wanted to find him so she could kill him herself. The thought of this brought on a fresh wave of anger that made her sit up straight and made what little hair on the back of her neck she had bristle. It made her breathing increase and made her shake much more. She was still caught in a cold sweat from the dream and the thought of that piece of shit didn't help her any. In her anger, a few tears fell from her eyes. She got mad at herself for that. She did not allow herself to grieve. She couldn't. If she did, she would fall apart. Anger and pride and a need to make her father and Carter proud are all that kept her going. Grief would tear her apart.