Post by Monogatari on Jun 3, 2014 12:50:41 GMT
ALICE
AGE
twenty-eightGENDER
maleSEXUALITY
demisexualOCCUPATION
breeder (albinism specialization)GROUP
neutralSPECIES / NATURE
dragonair / masosadisticABILITY
marvel scaleEGG MOVE
dragon danceSPECIAL
purple-eyed albinopersonality
alice knows what true hatred feels like, to be constantly looked down upon and tormented by others, especially those who are supposed to love and support you. this hatred has take over him, and he instantly feels a deep hatred towards anyone he meets. this hatred is fueled by the jealousy of those who have had better starts in life, those who are living in the lap of luxury. it is also fueled by the dark thoughts that torment him each and every day. these dark thoughts are what ifs and maybes that plague him, filling his mind the moment it is given the opportunity. his mind is a battleground between the good and the bad, and the forces of evil are growing stronger and stronger with each day that passes him by. it does not help him that, even with the calming aura of a dragonair, he manages to never be calmed down. he may keep on a calm front that, if inspected by the most observant or empathic of humans and gijinka alike, can be seen as completely and utterly fake. it is a mask, one he keeps on to lull those he meets into a sense of false security as he smiles and speaks sweet words dripping with hidden venom.
now, he does not hate every single person on the planet. no, no. there have been a few to get past that negative barrier. okay, only one person was capable of doing that, but even that person had a negative impact on his mental state. get past the barrier he has put up, get him to see you in a better light, and his demeanor will change drastically. the angry dragon becomes more of a sweeter, more genuine, quieter, even, creature who is more willing to allow the presence of another. melting away the hatred takes time, however, and this side of him is rarely shown to anyone. because of his time at the facility, his social skills seem rather impaired as well. while he knows how to act, normally, when he hates the people he meets, he doesn't know how to properly act around those he actually likes. he may become awkward and somewhat shy, and it may take some guidance for him to know exactly how to act and be, well, nice.
now, he does not hate every single person on the planet. no, no. there have been a few to get past that negative barrier. okay, only one person was capable of doing that, but even that person had a negative impact on his mental state. get past the barrier he has put up, get him to see you in a better light, and his demeanor will change drastically. the angry dragon becomes more of a sweeter, more genuine, quieter, even, creature who is more willing to allow the presence of another. melting away the hatred takes time, however, and this side of him is rarely shown to anyone. because of his time at the facility, his social skills seem rather impaired as well. while he knows how to act, normally, when he hates the people he meets, he doesn't know how to properly act around those he actually likes. he may become awkward and somewhat shy, and it may take some guidance for him to know exactly how to act and be, well, nice.
history
the birth of this man is unknown. there are no records for his birth: no date, no birth certificate, nothing. he was born into a world of hatred, into a family that never wanted him. why? because they thought of him as a demon sent from the distortion world. he was unlike everyone else in the family, with their dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, along with tanned skin. yet, him? he was born as white as the snow, destined to have hair that matched the cottony white clouds and the eyes of lavender. he was nameless. his own mother had disowned him the moment they could see his skin. he was nothing but a nuisance to them, and the other children were encouraged to pick on him, to torment him, to bully him. they turned a blind eye whenever his older brothers tackled him down to the ground. they turned a blind eye when his older sisters carved horrible phrases into his cupboard of a room, though he never knew what the words meant for they denied him even an education. they kept him illiterate. they kept him away from the public. it was a miracle he knew how to speak, but that was only the body's natural development when its young.
when he was around five, though the exact date and age is lost to him because no record was ever kept of his early childhood, his parents had his siblings chase him into a dark crate. yes, a crate. the crate closed behind him, and he was engulfed in darkness. when the crate opened again, after a rough journey that had him slamming against the walls the entire way, he was not in his hell of a home. he was in a dark room, though he could make out the walls around him, a door, and what looked like a mirror (one-way window). the room was completely bare, minus the crate he had been stuffed inside. he huddled into a corner and allowed himself to fall asleep, allowing his mind to take him to a happier place, one where his parents actually loved him. it was a world he knew would never become a reality, but it was a comfort nonetheless, even as a sharp pain formed in his neck.
he did not wake up until three years had already passed. by this time, he was around eight years old. he was no longer in that bare room but in some sort of laboratory. men and women in white lab coats scurried about, checking the various machinery and papers scattered around the room. it took a large bubble floating past his vision for him to realize that he was inside some sort of machine with glass all around him. his naked body was completely submerged in some sort of strange liquid that was warm to the touch, and a multitude of wires were connected to various parts of his body. it didn't take long for someone to notice that he was awake. within two hours, he was on a bed, wrapped in a warm, fluffy white towel in a new room, one much like the one he had been in before, only with furniture: a small bed, a table with two chairs, a small dresser, and a small bookcase. a woman walked in with a new set of clothes for him, and she allowed him to change in peace before a tall man walked in. he introduced himself as doctor blanc.
the man explained to him why he was here, never sugarcoating anything he said. his parents had sold him to their institution. he had been experimented on. he was not allowed to leave the facility until doctor blanc gave him his approval, and he had to be accompanied by one of the guards positioned right outside his door whenever he wanted to go somewhere, even if to the bathroom. the man's disposition changed, however, as soon as he noticed the boy was growing increasingly uncomfortable. so, he said something that made him brighten up immediately. oh, yes. i almost forgot. it has come to my attention that your failure of parents never properly gave you a name. the staff and i put our heads together, and we have decided to call you 'alice'. alice. alice. alice. alice. alice. he now had a name, one he had so desperately wanted, other than the insults he had been called in that hell house. he was alice.
throughout the next twenty years, alice remained at the institute. he never once asked to leave the place, quickly growing attached the moment they named him. doctor blanc became the ideal father in his eyes, no matter how harsh the testing the man put him through. he grew accustomed to the weekly tests for strength, endurance, etc. they helped him grow stronger while also slowly draining away what humanity he had left within him. in his teenage years, he grew increasingly interested in genetics, especially that which involved albinism. doctor blanc started tutoring him, teaching him everything the man knew about the topic. he even taught him how to work the machinery, something that no scientist in their right mind would teach an experiment. but, alice was more than just an experiment. just as he thought of doctor blanc as a father, the doctor thought of him as a son. after all, doctor blanc had created who he is today.
around his twenty-eighth year of life (estimated since, well, nobody knows), doctor blanc released him from the institute. he was free to leave the facility, to choose his own path. really, doctor blanc was just being soft on him. none of the other experiments he had encountered at the institute had ever been allowed to leave, not even with a guard accompanying them. alice was the first, and alice was the last. doctor blanc quickly filled him in on where, exactly they were, somewhere in the phoenix region. he asked what alice wanted to become, something he had asked once before when he was a child. what do you want to be when you grow up, alice? he hadn't known at the time. but, now, he knew. i want to be a pokemon breeder. the ultimate goal? to show his biological family that he wasn't just a waste of space.
when he was around five, though the exact date and age is lost to him because no record was ever kept of his early childhood, his parents had his siblings chase him into a dark crate. yes, a crate. the crate closed behind him, and he was engulfed in darkness. when the crate opened again, after a rough journey that had him slamming against the walls the entire way, he was not in his hell of a home. he was in a dark room, though he could make out the walls around him, a door, and what looked like a mirror (one-way window). the room was completely bare, minus the crate he had been stuffed inside. he huddled into a corner and allowed himself to fall asleep, allowing his mind to take him to a happier place, one where his parents actually loved him. it was a world he knew would never become a reality, but it was a comfort nonetheless, even as a sharp pain formed in his neck.
he did not wake up until three years had already passed. by this time, he was around eight years old. he was no longer in that bare room but in some sort of laboratory. men and women in white lab coats scurried about, checking the various machinery and papers scattered around the room. it took a large bubble floating past his vision for him to realize that he was inside some sort of machine with glass all around him. his naked body was completely submerged in some sort of strange liquid that was warm to the touch, and a multitude of wires were connected to various parts of his body. it didn't take long for someone to notice that he was awake. within two hours, he was on a bed, wrapped in a warm, fluffy white towel in a new room, one much like the one he had been in before, only with furniture: a small bed, a table with two chairs, a small dresser, and a small bookcase. a woman walked in with a new set of clothes for him, and she allowed him to change in peace before a tall man walked in. he introduced himself as doctor blanc.
the man explained to him why he was here, never sugarcoating anything he said. his parents had sold him to their institution. he had been experimented on. he was not allowed to leave the facility until doctor blanc gave him his approval, and he had to be accompanied by one of the guards positioned right outside his door whenever he wanted to go somewhere, even if to the bathroom. the man's disposition changed, however, as soon as he noticed the boy was growing increasingly uncomfortable. so, he said something that made him brighten up immediately. oh, yes. i almost forgot. it has come to my attention that your failure of parents never properly gave you a name. the staff and i put our heads together, and we have decided to call you 'alice'. alice. alice. alice. alice. alice. he now had a name, one he had so desperately wanted, other than the insults he had been called in that hell house. he was alice.
throughout the next twenty years, alice remained at the institute. he never once asked to leave the place, quickly growing attached the moment they named him. doctor blanc became the ideal father in his eyes, no matter how harsh the testing the man put him through. he grew accustomed to the weekly tests for strength, endurance, etc. they helped him grow stronger while also slowly draining away what humanity he had left within him. in his teenage years, he grew increasingly interested in genetics, especially that which involved albinism. doctor blanc started tutoring him, teaching him everything the man knew about the topic. he even taught him how to work the machinery, something that no scientist in their right mind would teach an experiment. but, alice was more than just an experiment. just as he thought of doctor blanc as a father, the doctor thought of him as a son. after all, doctor blanc had created who he is today.
around his twenty-eighth year of life (estimated since, well, nobody knows), doctor blanc released him from the institute. he was free to leave the facility, to choose his own path. really, doctor blanc was just being soft on him. none of the other experiments he had encountered at the institute had ever been allowed to leave, not even with a guard accompanying them. alice was the first, and alice was the last. doctor blanc quickly filled him in on where, exactly they were, somewhere in the phoenix region. he asked what alice wanted to become, something he had asked once before when he was a child. what do you want to be when you grow up, alice? he hadn't known at the time. but, now, he knew. i want to be a pokemon breeder. the ultimate goal? to show his biological family that he wasn't just a waste of space.
WRITER
monogatari[b]KEN GA KIMI, kuroba saneaki[/b] as alice
coded by electric of gangnam style
