Alice Grant [WIP]

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B A S I C I N F O

★ NAME: Alice Charlotte Grant
★ NICKNAME: Allie, Lotti, Patchy
★ MEMBER GROUP: Human
★ POKEMON: Cyndaquil
★ STATUS N/A
★ AGE: Twenty
★ HEIGHT: 5'6"
★ WEIGHT: 140
★ FACE CLAIM: Flaky from Happy Tree Friends
★ APPEARANCE:

'Patchy' was a name one given to her by a childhood friend. It was meant affectionately, but it does suit Alice Grant's appearance. Alice carries herself with zero confidence, not putting much effort into her features. She wears not the latest fashions but what she can more easily move around in. Her normal attire is oversized sweaters that fall to her shoulders, with tank tops underneath. Her favourite colour of sweater is beige. Skirts over worn looking stockings complete the ensemble. Having tripped and fallen so many times, the leggings are torn in places. She wraps gauze around these parts. She usually wears short brown boots with little flowers attached to the buckles. Over the boots are leggings that indeed are patchy in appearance. Little patches of other material are seen sewed in places. Her physical appearance is neither pretty nor ugly, but sometimes covered up with various cuts and bruises from tripping and falling. She has deep brown eyes, and thick red hair. She has attempted to tame her hair with various hair clips. She's lost count on how many she put in. They're uneven, sometimes stopping shorter on one side than the other.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

★ POSITIVE:

• honest
  
• kind
  
• courteous
  
• humble
  
• patient
  

★ NEGATIVE:

• shy
  
• suspicious/has a wild imagination
  
• over emotional
  
• indecisive
  
• no confidence in her own abilities
  

★ HABITS, QUIRKS:

• chews her hair when she gets nervous
  
• carries around a drawing pad so if she gets stressed enough, she writes out her words instead of talking to someone
  
• clumsy to the point that bandages have been added to her overall regular appearance
  

★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:

Alice is a kind and caring girl, but ridden with social anxiety disorder. She finds it hard to put words to her thoughts at times, even harder to actually speak them. More often than most, she uses her sketch book in conversations if her disability gets bad enough that she cannot speak with another person. It gives off the vibe to people that she is mute. Sometimes in her eagerness to impress herself with her ability to talk she can get into trouble for being too honest with people. Alice doesn't mean to be rude. She tries to be as polite as possible when talking to other people. When speaking to older humans or Gijinka, she uses "sir" or "madame" when addressing them. She believes strongly that if you talk to somebody, you should treat them with the same respect they treat you; but she has no spine to back up her actual morale. If somebody should respond or act rudely toward her, Alice retreats back to "mute mode" where she feels she is safe. Being withdrawn has made Alice patient over the years. She has no impatience in her, preferring to take things slow and seems to have zero ambition compared to other Trainers. She is quite content with tiring out her opponent then moving her Pokemon in for the kill.

Of course, she has to be decisive on her attack plan. Alice is the type of Trainer to doubt herself continually. In short, she's a newbie. She is surprised when she gives command and it actually works. She is modest, not arrogant or prideful. She doesn't play to necessary win, even though it feels good to achieve. Learning is part of the experience. She is bound to make mistakes and she isn't above taking help from other people.

Even though she is very shy, she can be quite emotional. The slightest thing can set her off in a whirlwind of emotions. She is considered to be unstable, often bursting out in tears for no apparent reason or becoming increasingly anxious around even her friends. She is suspicious by nature, having little confidence in herself and her abilities to maintain any form of socializing, and is often questioning other people's interest in her. Her imagination can run wild, often making her even more anxious around other people. She runs fabulously fictional stories in her mind. Of course, that makes her expectations of other people set either too high or too low. Yet it also gives her a creative side that isn't easy to throw away.

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H I S T O R Y

• Alice's parents were neither poor nor rich. Growing up, she could remember living on a farm outside the city until the age of six. It was not owned by the Grant family, instead by a richer landlord in the city. She had a happy life there, tending to the various Pokemon her family worked with. Her best friend was a Miltank her father named Sugar. Alice had little friends, choosing to stick close to home and not venture outside the safety of her familiar surroundings. But she eventually befriended a young Gijinka in the area. Her father encouraged her to develop this friendship, but her mother was against such a thing. She didn't believe in the "abnormality" that was Gijinka, and often said racist things about them when Alice was growing up. Her father, the complete opposite, did the best he could to ignore and raise his daughter in a neutral setting. But at times the two would fight, leaving Alice alone with only Sugar or her new friend for company. It was only during her earlier years would Alice display a more rebellious side and sneak out to meet her friend when her parents fought. It was the Gijinka that gave Alice her nickname of 'Patchy', a name she'd carry with pride throughout her life in remembrance of her only real friend.
  
• Though Alice's mother was unemployed, her father was another matter. Working at the farm gave him an underling goal to study Pokemon independently. His published works caught the attention of the Epispect. Though a good man, Mr. Grant saw the wisdom of joining the Epispect. His family needed the money, for one. But he could help more people with the virus with proper training by the scientists. His initial fear of moving to the city for his work was of his daughter. More people meant more ways of contracting the virus. He relied on his new connections to keep her safe, should anything happen. It turns out nothing did happen to little Alice. The family thrived on the money being made, and they could afford a house outside of the poorer side of the city. But it wasn't enough for the girl to get depressed about leaving her friends and her old life behind.
  
• When her father started his work, Alice Grant was shipped off to school. They had home schooled her at the farm so the transition to a building full of children was a big step for her. The troubles began as soon as she went. Her parents could not understand why Alice's grades suffered so soon when she was "such a bright girl". Her problem was as simple as not participating in class. She was quiet and withdrawn. Her father thought part of the problem was due to moving, but he never got a chance to sit down with her to discuss why they had moved in the first place. He kept putting it off and off until he couldn't do it any more. He died in a freak accident at the lab not a month after they moved. Alice only became more withdrawn with her father gone.
  
• Mrs Grant, frustrated at her daughter and depressed about her husband's demise, took to drinking to ease the pain. She didn't drink enough to become unstable at first; she understood she was still a mother and a single one at that. Alice was usually able to understand what her mother was saying to her, but it was slurred and she was scared to be backed into a corner with her mother yelling nonsense at her. Mrs Grant's drinking problem worsened over the years, eating up the precious money that Mr Grant left behind at the time of his death until mother and daughter were forced to abandon their pleasant home and move into the poorer side of the city. She became an alcoholic, and an abusive one. Alice was pulled out of school eventually at the age of sixteen when the girl could no longer bear going to school with black eyes and broken limbs. From there, Alice was home schooled again. Of course, her mother was drunk half the time but they managed to avoid Alice being separated from the only family she had left. In a small way, Alice grew bitter toward her mother. She waited and waited to go on a journey, or if the beatings got bad enough, she hoped for the virus to reach their crummy home so she'd be taken away by the people in Epispect. Nobody came and rescued her.
  

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P L A Y E R I N F O

★ OOC NAME: Doxxie
★ AGE: Twenty-one
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: Nope.
★ RP SAMPLE:

"AHH! WH-WHAT ARE YOU?!" a shriek split the air. In the Jungle it wasn't unusual to have this type of reaction. Some people accepted it more...vocally than others. Well, react. Pyper Nightingale was not accepting this at all. Before her was some type of living raindrop. She mistook it as a simple raindrop at first. It was just bigger than what a normal raindrop was in Dublin. Maybe she was smaller now? It made sense to her. The last thing she remembered was being sucked into a computer. So surely any raindrop had to be larger than her, a mini-Pyper among pixels. But how could she explain this? A vast forest - no, no it was a jungle! She read about them in books and grandmother told her the grown-ups that looked faintly like her visited them from time to time. How on earth did a jungle end up in Dublin? Well wait. If she was going on the theory she was stuck in a computer screen, it made sense... It could be the computer's background. The wallpaper.

No, girl! her inner voice attempted to reason. The monitor had been blank! Zip! Zero background! It was white and you ended up here. It had something to due with that voice.

Millie's voice. She heard her friend's voice. She swore on it. Why, she hadn't seen Millie in years. Not since she disappeared and all the adults said some creep took her. But Millie talked to her. She didn't hear her words, or couldn't remember them, but she knew it had been Millie. So Millie was the cause of this.
"E-excuse me?" the raindrop said. Pyper gasped, scrambling backwards from her position on the ground. The thing spoke? Oh, now everything was falling to ruins! "I know it's difficult for you to understand, but you're not in your world anymore" the thing spoke with a quiet voice, soothing Pyper enough to creep further toward it. "This is the Digital World. I'm your partner, Moonmon. I'll stay with you and protect you. You'll meet many other humans that are here - you won't be alone!"

"P-protect me?" she replied, bewildered by this most of all. Amber eyes searched the frolic, half expecting some mad man with an axe to jump out like in all those horror movies she watched with her friends. She rounded on the raindrop, err 'Moonmon', panic flashing in her eyes. This had to be a joke. It wasn't a funny one. She fought back tears. Those girls... if they did this, if they even came up with her old friend's voice to trick her. She wouldn't forgive them. "Protect me from what exactly? I didn't agree to this! I was at a sleep over! I...I didn't ask to be sucked into a computer and into this 'Digital World'. You're crazy! I don't play video games. Stop messing with me!" Staggering to her feet, she felt guilty for yelling at the raindrop but this was a trick. It was all a trick. Some kid dressing up and playing pretend, paid to do it to mess with her. How could she be so stupid? Why'd they do it? They were her friends!

Looking around, she spotted the objects she brought with her to the party. A large backpack. Relieved that it was still closed, a pale hand touched her thigh, finding the waist strap still clinging there. Even her beige bowler hat, though not on her head, was cast aside a few paces away. She quickly went to retrieve it, bunching up the cascade of long green hair and shoving it in the hat as she re-placed it on her head. Messy, but it'd due until she found a way out. Pyper picked up the backpack and without a second thought she walked off. Trying to save her dignity and all that.

"No! You must not go off alone! It's dangerous!" Moonmon protested, hopping along behind her. With no arms or feet, it provided difficult to keep up.

La la la, not listening! Pyper clamped both hands over her ears, shaking her head fiercely. So much for dignity; she reverted back to childish antics. But that thing was so annoying! It kept up with her even though she climbed over roots and around difficult brush. The deeper she got in the jungle, the more odd it was. Signs of life sprung out. Traffic signs, to be exact. Street signs too. The young adult swung her head over her shoulder at the Moonmon, couldn't resisting a smug grin. "Digital World, huh? That looks like human civilization to me!"
The Digimon was about to respond something along the lines of having a connection to her Tamer's world, but immediately stopped. Somewhere nearby, the brush rumbled under her. Somebody - or something - was close. Pyper heard the frolic shake and stood as still as she could manage. Real world or not, she would be cautious in both.

H-hello? she wanted to call out but her tongue was dry and stuck. Somehow the reality of the situation was seeping in. She was not in Dublin anymore, the sensible side of her agreed.

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