Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Alice is a small girl, just under 5'4 and maybe 100 lbs (though, aside from the tired look on her face, she looks healthy). She is extremely pale in stark contrast with her black hair (cut short and choppily, clearly done by herself with little care for how it looks) and black eyes. In fact, most of her wardrobe consists of black clothing with very little color. She has a preference for black jeans (pants or shorts, depending on the weather), black or dark grey tank tops. She wears thick black boots, or black converse for shoes, and a black hooded jacket, always, regardless of the weather. The only bit of color she ever has is a thin red ribbon tied in a bow to a strand of hair on the right side of her head, the ends dangle just below her hair line.
As stated before she is very small, she has a slim figure, a small, rounded face and almond-shaped black eyes, though they appear rounder and droopy due to dark purple rings caused by lack of sleep. She fingers are relatively long and thin, though her nails are ragged, torn and incredibly short due to a nail biting/picking habit, occasionally her nails grow out, but more often then not they're only chewed down to the quick. She also has a large burn, covering most of her left arm.
Personality: Alice is quiet and a loner. She doesn't normally enjoy the company of others. If someone brings her into a conversation she will engage, though her answers are typically short, no more than a few words. She doesn't trust people at all, and is always nervous around others, even if she doesn't show it. She sees no need for any kind of relationship, romantic, platonic, even a mild acquaintances aren't something she is fond of. She doesn't like intimacy or personal connections, she's terrified of them, though she does want to like people, she isn't willing to get close enough to them to do so. Her personality is, overall, very mellow and doesn't like making scenes or showing emotions. She can get easily irritated if the right buttons are pushed but even then it's hard to get much of a reaction out of her. She has, on occasion, snapped at a person for bothering her, though it was little more than an annoyed "Shut up!" or "stop!", before storming off to be alone ago.
She has a preference for heights, and is often found sitting in trees, or high bar stools if she's inside. She is almost always listening to music, the louder the better, and is always fidgeting with her hands or clothes, as if anxious or worried about something. She loves being outdoors, and is most comfortable in empty parks, and oddly enough cemeteries, liking the peace and quiet they provide. She spends a lot of time there actually, usually sitting by her father's grave and reading, the only time she's truly comfortable.
History: Alice, for the first eight years of her life, had a completely normal life. She lived in a nice little house (yellow, at her mother's request) with loving parents Marianne and Zachary. The neighborhood she grew up in was nice, a small suburban area, though the neighborhood nearby was far from friendly. A month into her eighth birthday, while walking home from work through one this particular neighborhood, Alice's father was shot and killed. She had always been very close to her father and his death devastated her. Even when younger Alice had always been rather shy and quiet, but she she was so close to her father his death caused her to withdraw completely. For weeks after his death she refused to speak, she never cried, not when she found out he died, not at his funeral, but she completely shut down.
Alice's mother didn't take her husband's death much better either, they had been soul mates, destined to be together, she had known that when she first laid eyes on him, and when she went to Pixie Charm and, thanks to the Rose Glass, learned that she and her husband were in fact meant to be. His death caused her to drink, heavily. She tolerated young Alice's behavior for a while before she finally snapped one day.
It had been a month after the death of Zach's death, Alice was still not talking, and had only just started eating without being forced. Marianne had been asking Alice for over an hour to clean her room, not a word or sound left Alice and she didn't move from her spot on the couch, watching cartoons as she always did. Tired of her daughter's silence the woman finally snapped, grabbing Alice by the arm hard enough to bruise, nails digging into the young girl's skin, she dragged Alice to her room, locking the door until Alice cleaned it. It was the first of many incidents that turned Alice farther and farther away from her mother.
As Alice got older, her mother drank more and more. Most of the abuse Alice suffered came from slurred insults and the occasional smack across the face, something Alice had little trouble dealing with since she spent most of her time locked in her room or out in the park nearby, however by the time Alice was thirteen her mother simply became neglectful, not bothering with her daughter, Alice became rather self reliant, shopping, cooking, and cleaning for the two of them. And things went on, relatively peacefully for the next two years.
One night Alice, fifteen, woke to the smell of smoke and the sound of fire alarms ringing in her ears. She rushed out of her room, smoke everywhere. She burned her arm while trying to find her mother, who had been drunk and passed out by the kitchen table. She managed to wake the woman up and the two of them escaped unscathed except for the burn on Alice's arm and a few smaller ones elsewhere. After calling the fire department and an ambulance, Alice spent the night in the hospital before moving into a small hotel nearby, renting out a room and working various odd jobs around the hotel to pay for it, mostly working at the front desk as a concierge. She's been living there since, with no contact with her mother. She hasn't spoken to her for the past three years, and plans on never speaking to her again. She remains her home at the hotel, and still works their weekends, the owners of the hotel are almost like family, and though she isn't particularly close to them, she does tolerate them more than most others, and doesn't mind the occasional hug from either of them.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual, even if she won't admit she likes anyone.
Relationships: None at the moment.
True Love:
Other: Currently lives in a small hotel "Asteria Inn", she lives in a small room on the top floor, and spends her entire weekends working there, the owners allow her to have the weeks off, hoping she gets more socialized, and to help with school (she's just finished High School, and has taken the year off, not sure about college yet).
Also, she only goes by Alice, no one except her mother knows her full name is "Alice-May" and she likes to keep it that way.
I am perfectly willing to accept anime images, drawings, or even no image at all. 
I love the detail you put into your form, and thanks so much for including a code for me as well! Koutarou-kun shall be an excellent addition. I look forward to you're inclusion in the roleplay, and thank you for joining. 
Surprised to see you pop by, but glad for it nonetheless. And accepted! Thanks so much for joining. 
I have been looking for a group RP to join that hadn't started yet x3. But yeah 
this seems like fun~.
