[img=http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/83/ee/9d/83ee9d0eca75c19a4825a8134bed7fc4.jpg] Name: Alice White Age:18 Gender:Female Height; Weight: 5'3 99lbs Years in Blackwing: A few months Apartment Number: 2A? Odd Trait: ~OCD ~Slight Paranoia ~Dresses like a cat Physical Descriptions: Alice has always been small, it must have been in her genes. For years she was the smallest kid in her class and resented that face. Her dull red hair comes to an asymmetrical, near shoulder length bob that frames her ivory skin. She has various freckles, the most notable being a collection of tan specks creating a bridge across her nose. Her unevenly cut bangs dabble into her almost unnoticeable eyes. Her eyes are dull green and speckled with a deep oaky brown. She frequently adorns pastel colors, especially her favorite, light banana yellow, the color of her favorite hoodie. Alice also had this habit of sporting wigs, colored contact lenses, and cat accessories. All of which were in the spirit of concealing her identity. Background Info: Alice was young when Her parents first noticed some 'odd' behaviors. At first they tried to convenience them selves that all two year old children wanted their carrots cut in perfect equal slices, or that everyone cried if the table was not set to perfection, and of course every child had mental breakdowns if the pictures in their room were crocked. Eventually they decided to take her to a therapist. Someone who could tell them exactly what was wrong with their little angel and to see if they could prevent her from having mental break downs when things were not perfect. Her parents spent months bouncy from therapist to therapist. Alice would not open up to anyone of them. Her father heard about one woman who had a daughter of her own, about Alice's age. Her parents drove her to the therapist once again and patiently waited outside for the regular session time of one hour. But the door did not open. ------------------------------------------------ Mrs. Sanders had devoted her life to her patients and left her husband to care for her daughter by himself. Then she got the call. Her husband broke the news. Their daughter had slipped under the pool gate. He looked away for five minutes. Only five minutes and now she was gone. She was grief struck. She never even had the chance to be a real mother. Days passed by where she just sat in her office and wept. Then a miracle happened. A case file lay open on her desk with a picture of her little girl. She had a different name, and she was four when she should have been 3 1/2 next month. Alice was with strangers but they would be bringing Alice back to her in a few weeks. She smiled and showed her husband. Showed him the photo of their new little girl. "Alice is coming home!" She whimpered through tears. ------------------------------------------------ Her parents waited for what seemed like hours until her dad finally stood up and pounded on the door."Hello?" He called out as he swung open the door. The office was all tan and seemed like it was taken from a sixties home life magazine. His eyes scanned the room again the desk was empty despite a few pieces of paper that were being blown around. It was then that his focused turned to the window. It was a wide window, one of them that need to be pulled up to open and it was covered with heavy olive green curtains. The window was wide open and the room was completely empty. [i] No[/i] He thought to myself. [i] NO! It couldn't be...[/i] He raced to the open window and hung his head outside, revealing the metal fire escape leading to the dark alley outside. On one of the final rungs of the black metal ladder something caught his attention. A bit of white fabric, he leaned in close and squinted his eyes. His daughters hat blew of the rung and across the gravel street. Within 15 minutes the cops swarmed around the building but found no trace of where she went or where they were headed. ---------------------------------------------- The Sanders slipped out of town and became Mr. and Mrs. White. Mrs. White became a stay at home mother to take care of her beloved, perfect daughter Alice. Life was not perfect for them however. The threat of being caught constantly loomed over them. Alice's face was plastered over milk cartoons, flyers, and for years she was on the news highlights. Mrs. 'White' taught Alice the importance of keeping her identity sealed. "They can't know who you are." She would whisper in Alice's ear. "You can never let them see you, the real you. If they do they will take you away." She told Alice how they were always with her, following her. "Never let them see who you are." She would whisper. Mrs. White had enough physiological background to know what she was doing to her 'daughter'. She watched as the child grew up in paranoia but she shrugged it off. The paranoia would help them stay a family. One day, shortly before Alice's 18th birthday she came home to discover her house swarmed in a mess of police cars and her parents clamped in handcuffs and locked in the back of one of the cars. "Whats going on?!" She screamed as she burst into the kitchen. A man sat at her table, he looked to be in his mid 30's and wore a suit. "I am Detective Blake." He spoke. He glanced at some paper work in front of him before looking back at her. "Alice I pressume?" Other: ~Loves sweets ~Has a strange fascination of llamas