Post by JR on Sept 19, 2015 2:20:25 GMT -8
Full name: Alice Clare Willow Donovan Bell ( that's a mouthful )
Goes by: Mostly just Alice.
DOB, current age: July 31, 1991 in Blackpool, county of Lancashire, England. 24.
Occupation: Graduate student of Literature, Shepherd University. Occasional ( when she feels like it ) clerk, Argosy Books
Immediate family: Abaddon Bell, husband - 12.08.15. Daniel & Pandora, parents, both deceased 2004. Ophelia, twin, deceased 2015. Charles, grandfather and council elder.
Face: Cara Delevingne
Screen name: wreckedships
The only time she feels really and truly in control is when she is in the presence of water. Be it in small doses, or a big body of it. Knowing that she reigns dominant over it is as spellbinding as the very spells she's excellent at casting. The water is hers to manipulate. It does what she tells it. Freezes. Floods. Drowns. She can even create it if she's feeling frisky. Recent changes have brought that comfort zone into the shadows. Alice likes it in the dark, molding it to how she wants it, using it for her own personal gain. There's a handle on other magics as well, her senses tuned to the other elements of the world, but with these two Alice is strongest.
A strange little creature, Alice Clare could be a mind fuck in a half. Born with a decidedly human mood disorder, she could go from manic elation to can't-get-out-of-bed depression at the drop of a time. Somehow it seems more than just the disorder, as those she's spurred towards madness by the effects of what she is, compared to the chemical imbalance in her brain. Often annoyingly indecisive. Drawn to the mess, even if she herself has her own sort of controlled chaos. She can be fearless when she shouldn't be. Afraid when there's no reason for it. She'll shower you with intense attention one moment, or shamelessly push you away the next, then turn right around and demand your devotion. There's always been a dark cloud in her, a storm always on the horizon, but one real bad man is showing her that she doesn't have to keep wishing the storm away, or hiding from it beneath a brave mask. Quickly, that darkness is welling up, snuffing out the bits of light that the Donovan chosen has always shown, no matter the wreckage or destruction. There was always a time that a witch would dabble in black magic, but for Alice Clare?
She was going to make a art form out of it.
Story: Alice Clare came squalling four minutes after her sister slid quietly into the world. Created from Ophelia, a perfectly imperfect copy -- though no one is for certain why exactly the single pregnancy resulted in a duo birth. There'd been no indication, not until Pandora Donovan began to push again. Despite the surprise that no one had been prepared for, they had an easy childhood, her and Ophelia, on the shores of the Irish Sea beyond Blackpool, where their father chartered fishing tours and their mother ran a small shop that sold homemade apothecary items and soaps to the tourists. Many were none the wiser that the reason their tour caught so many fish came from a helping hand from their captain, or the way the rejuvenating cream from the little shop was enhanced with a spell to boost just how well it worked. They were never hidden from who they were, from what lay behind the thin veil that separated the otherworldly from the normality of modern England. They were taught to use their gifts, to hone them, and most of all to embrace them. But tragedy struck with the horrific death of those loving parents in unconventional means, and at just thirteen the girls were sent to live with their paternal grandfather. From crashing waves to traffic, from pretty resort hotels to buildings built practically on top of each other. London was far different than Blackpool, but for Alice she took to the hustle and bustle of it like she'd been meant for it. Hours spent getting lost in the crowds, and finding what adventure she could -- usually at the cost of worrying the grandfather who knew little in the way of caring for young girls, or her overprotective sister. Alice Clare was also made for black days. Afflicted by their darkness, or full of joyful energy that bordered on the maniac, there was almost no in between until she was put on proper medications at the urging of her grandfathers physician. So began a life of doctors and treatments and therapy, trying to quell the rage that took over, trying to stifle the mania that only seemed to grow stronger the more they tried to take it away. Twice in her young life she was hospitalized in the worst of times. Twice in her life, she had to go on pretending just to appease the ones that loved her. Pretending it wasn't there, pretending she was okay. That she was made for the light, and not for the darkness that crept around her toes. The only time she was ever really quiet and content was with her nose in a book, and living above the shop that has been in her family for centuries has turned out to be the best. Put to work, AC took to that just as well as she took to city life. She could tell you where every last book was located, and often the best parts of them. From classic literature, to the many magics covered by all manners of books -- she was a living breathing catalog for the inventory of the shop, and loved it so much that she went to university to be able to study more about them. So there she is. Book nerd. Adventurous weirdo. Unstable. Witch.
she lived with hurricane eyes and the waves crashed on her cheeks
