Alice Cilla Fitch [Gothamite]

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ALICE CILLA FITCH

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Miss Alice

I am a lady from Mars,
And I can unscrew the stars.
I can be anything that I see.

And won't you think I'm pretty[/size]
name;; Alice, pronounced (Al-iss), the variant of the French name "Adeliz". The meaning of this name is "noble, and exalted". The name Alice was greatly popularized by Lewis Carrol's work, "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland."

Cilla, pronounced (Cill-ya), is a variant of both the Latin names "Cecilla" and "Priscilla". The meaning of this name is "blind one; ancient, venerable."

Fitch, pronounced (Fit-ch), is derived from the Old French "fiche" meaning "an iron point", which itself comes from "ficher" "to fix" or "to plant".
nickname;; Just Alice. Why? Of course, it is her name, silly~
age;; Twenty-Eight
date of birth;; March 21st, 1983 - First Day of Spring - Aries
Aries are fire signs and those born under this element are regarded in astrology as adventurous, active and outgoing. It won't matter where you go or how remote or unusual it is - from the Outback to the Antarctic - you can be sure that an Aries has been there before you (or at the very least you will meet one along the way!) Aries is a uniquely naive sign. Although they are independent, outgoing and assertive they are also surprisingly trusting, often innocently walking into the lion's den at times. No matter what upheaval, challenge or triumph they confront - an Aries has a wonderful ability to bounce back. Their faith in life and the future remains untouched by hardship. Their gift is that they are always children at heart and the world is always a magical place for them.
gender;; Female
occupation;; A maid, catering to the rich.
sexualorienation;; Undecided.
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hair;; Dark brown, bordering black depending on the light. It varies greatly in length, though very rarely is allowed to grow beyond her shoulders.
eyes;; A rich hue of brown. She often compares them to dark alder, with its supple tones with the occasional honey hue.
height;; 5 feet, 3 inches
weight;; One hundred and nineteen pounds.
build;; Alice is fairly small in both stature and build, her body lacking in the more supple curves of the fiercely feminine.
piercings;; Ears, her navel was pierced as a teenager- but she doesn't care to know if it is still open.
tattoos;; None.
style;;
Her fashion style is, admittedly, outdated. She is immensely fond of twead, sweaters, and floral print. She is hardly concerned with being a 'modern' woman and wearing as little as possible. Alice enjoys clothing that flows behind her, as well as both bright colors and neutrals. She is gradually becoming more accustomed to wearing jeans, and clothing that doesn't match that of the sorts found in antique stores.She likes hats, and leaps at the idea of wearing any sort of hat- though, she is particularly in love with sunhats. Alice prefers not to take the time to apply make-up, though she doesn't lack in other personal hygeines.
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+ Sweet things, including but not limited to, pastries, icecream, cheesecake, and puddings.
+ Old books, and the way they smell
+ Hats
+ Sundresses
+ Lemon Chiffon
+ Children and animals
+ Quietly listening to somebody else's conversation
+ Lounging around with a blanket
+ The way the sun comes in through her bedroom curtains
+ Wandering
+ Tire Swings
+ Black and white pictures
+ Winter time
+ Street lamps
+ Coffee, nearly entirely cream- mind you.
+ Fine chinas, particularly teacups.
+ Newspapers
+ Hands
+ Candles
+ Record players
+ Tinkering
hates;;
- Thunderstorms
- Lightning
- The dark
- Things that are decieving
- Haughtiness
- Oranges
- Being taken advantage of
- Lamps, they're painfully easy to knock over
- Loud music
- Gloves
- Open doors, they're too tempting to explore
- Disapproving glances
- Helplessness
- Kites, she could never fly them right for fear of being struck by lightning
- Breaking things
strengths;;
(Her determination) Once she sets her mind on a goal, she will never stop working towards it. No matter the consequences.
(Her naivety) She is painfully friendly, and is often rewarded for it.
(Quick-Witted) Alice is not afraid to speak her mind, nor does she lack the sharp tongue needed to do it.
(Quiet Listener) Alice, whether she has been asked to or not, listens. She is not opposed to eavesdropping, but also offers her ears to those who ask.
(Her instincts) Though she often refrains from listening to them, Alice has a fairly accurate sense of things.
weaknesses;;
(Her naivety) She is painfully friendly, and will trust people until they give her a reason not to.
(Her size) Beyond being unable to reach the top shelves without a ladder, she is small and easily pushed around.
(Her irrational fear of storms) Alice has missed many-a-day of work, cowering in her house as it thundered over Gotham.
(Her curiosity) Alice is painfully curious about anything and everything that she doesn't understand, or isn't clear.
(Her instincts) How little she listens to them.
quirks/habits;;
. Twirling her hair absently.
. She doesn't like for her hands to be unclean.
. She wrinkles her nose when she laughs.
. She is unusually curious.
. Alice has little to no contact with her parents, though they're both still living.
. Miss Fitch is prone to bringing home strays.
. She enjoys walking on the tips of her toes, twirling, and skipping about.
goals/dreams;;
. Own her own book store.
. To maintain her independance.
. To raise her children outside of Gotham.
. To get a tattoo.
. Find something really worth living for.
. To learn how to play the piano.
overall personality;;
True to her name, perhaps most remarkable about Alice is her never-ending sense of curiousity. Something seeming to draw her to trouble. She cannot help but feel tugged down dark alleys, even going as far as to venture into the Narrows on occassion. She enjoys taking things apart in a desperate attempt to understand them, several of her ( now former) alarm clocks merely being stuffed in the closet after her tinkering. As a single woman in the bustling, dog-eat-dog Gotham City, she is extremely independant- and is not opposed to manual labor. Despite her priveleged upbringing, Alice serves as a maid to the wealthy- and is able to afford an apartment a few blocks from the Narrows.
With her carefree demeanor and spirited nature, Alice often acts without thinking the entire situation through. Impulsive and excitable, she is prone to doing things that most adults would consider childish and silly. Not opposed to playing in parks and skipping to her next appointment, Alice lives life as she thinks it should be lived, and manages with the consequences. She is not opposed to opening her heart, and quite often her arms, to those who any other might turn their nose up at. She has been known for lounging about with the homeless drunks of the Narrows, offering as much conversation as possible. Miss Fitch appears to care very little for her own health, and often doesn't recognize that danger that is posed by Gotham, and its inhabitants.
Despite her ability to grow fond of people quickly, Alice has very few real emotional ties in Gotham City and the surrounding area. Not in contact with any of her family, she lives a life filled with near solitude. As a child, she was acquainted early on with many different forms of literature- and her love for books is quite apparent. She is rarely without one or two, held affectionately in her arms. Both old and new texts alike are scattered fondly about her residence, and she enjoys curling at the corner of her couch and reading for long hours before bed (or when she should be sleeping!). She finds her company waiting endlessly in her books, and is not opposed to her life without friends or family.
And keep you there so you can see[/size]
father;; Auguste Fitch {former assistant to the French Ambassador, retired; 61}
mother;; Louise Fitch {retired ; 58}
siblings;; None.
relatives;; None that Alice keeps in contact with.
pets;; Trumble {stray kitten ; 5 months old}
hometown;; Auxerre, France.
currentlyliving;; Gotham City
history;;
Alice's childhood was nothing short of ordinary, born to well-to-do parents...she was well-raised, well-read, and well-loved. Her father who was, at the time, a personal assistant to the French Ambassador travelled often, and was gone for long periods of time. He often returned with extravegent gifts from the various corners of the world- all of which, to Alice's dismay, were set upon high shelves only intended for admiring with her eyes. What use, she would often muse, were toys that you couldn't play with? Early in the morning, when her mother would be near the hearth sipping on her tea, Alice would claim to go get dressed for the day. In her room, she would plot the various ways in which she might attempt to retrieve her gifts from their taunting palace, so far above her. She couldn't pull a chair all the way from down stairs, it was simply too loud and the chair were painfully heavy. Soon enough, she settled for climbing upon her doll-house, and climbing the shelves from there. It was quite the endevor to be sure. Alice carefully clambered onto the dollhouse- which creaked under her painfully, but she was quick to leap to the shelves. They wobbled briefly under her added weight, but Alice had no time for pondering their structural intergrity, she intended on retrieving her glittering toys.
Alice didn't exactly know when the large piece of furnature began to tip, or how close she was to achieving her ultimate goal. But she did remember exactly what it felt like as she fell, and what it felt like when the bone in her arm snapped. Her mother was shocked when the series of loud bangs, crashes, and screams from the story above her. Of course, who would suspect the doe-eyed child of doing anything out of the ordinary?
Breaking her arm was perhaps the most monumental upset of her childhood, though- wearing the cast was rather dreadful. Alice soon grew into a gawky, reserved teenager- her mother doting and prepping her eagerly for various finishing schools and the like. Alice couldn't help but enjoy the things she was taught, taking a particular liking to sewing, and tea-time ettiquette. But it was soon there after that she found herself with the inexplicable urge to simply...rebel. It wasn't that she disliked her parents, or even disliked the school that they had sent her to- she was just growing tired of everything being..on track. She didn't like chaos, or particularly seek out negative attention- but there was something distinctly...gratifying about her parents screaming at her. It was a simple navel piercing that changed Alice. That little bit of jewlery (that she didn't even really care for) that changed the way she thought. She wanted to be impulsive. No longer did she want to lounge about and talk about the weather and the consistency of the rose buds. She wanted to give into what other people so heartily denied.
It was shortly there after that she turned eighteen, and removed herself from her parent's home. First, she simply wandered. To San Francisco, Chicago, Denver, Atlanta- any place that perked her interest. And it was only after Atlanta that she found her way into Gotham City, something about the perpetually gloomy city called to her..sparked her interest in a way that no other place had. She worked in coffee shops, as a waitress, and often, she didn't work at all- barely managing to skim by. After various jobs, she soon settled into one that not only paid well- but was relatively interesting. There was something about dusting delicate, beautiful things on high shelves that distinctly reminded her of her childhood.
As long as you're alive and care[/size]
name;;Mary
age;;17optional
experience;;7ish years
activity;;I plan on being as active as possible! As most people, I'm searching for a job- but knowing Todd, I'll be forced to post several times a day.
whyyoujoined;;Todd told me to. I didn't want her to hit me again.
phrase;;Alice says Pluto is out for revenge. D:<
example;;

There had been something about attacking the officer that had changed Alice Fitch forever. She could vaguely recall the way her face looked- reflecting in his eyes, the way her limbs seemed to move on their own accord. Her delicate fingers flying up- pressing a button on the watch that would never leave her wrist.
The sound of the toxin being released made her skin instantly prickle with fear, it was the reminder of Jonathan Crane. It was crying out in the darkness that had enveloped her the first time she had been sprayed with his chemicals. It was bandaging him after a tussle with the Batman, smelling the vaguely spicy scent of toxins on him after testing new strings of chemicals.
She didn't know how she came to possess the fire-arm, or who she meant to aim at. But she recalled exactly how it felt. Hot and painfully cold. Both of her pale hands fixated on the handle- her finger squeezing the trigger for a long moment. The noise came first. And then there was simply more noise. People shouting, and moving too fast for her to focus. And then- she was on the ground, coughing and trying to breathe as somebody roughly kicked at her hands. They had released, as did one of her joints- she had screamed out. She could recall breaking her wrist as a child, but somehow the sensations she remembered seemed incredibly dull to the feeling of her fingers breaking.

Alice had tried to bring her hand to her chest, to cradle it and keep it safe- but it was being yanked behind her back. More pain. And she heard the metallic clucks of the shackles, tsk'ing at her. Disapproving of her.

Alice had changed for the better. She had changed for Jonathan Crane, and had never felt more like fighting for something. She chose him over the world, over herself.
And she was happy.
They didn't understand. They couldn't.
They sent so many psychologists in, so many. All with their little clipboards, disapproving gazes, over empathetic nods, and their ignorance.

The way they claimed they understood, that they would have done the same thing given the circumstance. It irritated her, the way they tried to be friends, to relate, to care for her. Friends rarely locked other friends in a dimly lit cell. She didn't care for their sympathy, but Alice did care for the chance to be around the other inmates. She did not care for solitary..
"I think it started with my mother.."
It was her favorite line. The way they held their pencils tighter, ready to scribble down any bit of information they thought might be useful in her 'rehabilitation' to normal society. There was no going back. The way they nodded, listening intently as she wove tales of a loveless marriage and suffering children.
She couldn't help but marvel at how she so easily lied to their faces. It was a rare bit of entertainment.
She was laying on her back when her cell opened, though she didn't immediately stir- no, she waited. "Miss Fitch, it is socializing time." His voice is unsure, thrown off by her diminutive demeanor. But he knows better, watching her with a steady, studying gaze. Standing in one fluid movement, she threw her wrists out with a sigh.
Cuff me, big boy.." She said, huffing a bit of hair from her face as she looked to him expectantly.

It was only a short while later that she was being lead down the painfully dull hallways of Arkham, the chains about her wrists and ankles clattering loudly on the bare cement floors. From one of the cells, a small puppet protruded, waving merrily to the passersby. Alice offered a small movement of her hands, listening to the man behind her tense at the unexpected. She couldn't help but smile as she was lead into the large, open hall- her dark eyes instantly scanning the ranks of men and women in scrubs for her White Rabbit.

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[Alli]

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