Alice Kingsley

ALICE KINGSLEY

Strength: 76

Speed: 42

Agility: 88

Accuracy: 54

Flexibility: 64

Stamina: 34

Luck: 22

Intellect: 75

Charisma: 43

Durability: 55

Stealth: 34

Alice Kingsley (Rebecca) was born in the Knight's Haven. Her mother's name was Karen. She had no last name. Her name was given to her by Alice's father, Aaron Kingsley. Karen had lived in one of the Elves' factories when Aaron let himself be captured and put in as well. He wasn't a Hacker, but a subordinate of a Hacker. Aaron was sent to figure out the workings of that factory and escape to report back a few months later. The entire factory's electricity was supposed to have been shut down with that information. But Aaron met Alice's mother. He fell in love. When she got pregnant was going to be sent to Amderarm, he knew he had to get her out. Aaron aborted the plan, risking everything to free Karen. He succeeded in helping her escape, but was caught. Alice's mother followed his directions to the rendez vous. The Hacker got his information and sent her to Knight Haven. A couple days later, the plan succeeded (sort of). Many humans managed to escape, but Aaron was not one of them. When Alice was young, her mother told her this story often. As she was growing up, Alice and her mother were treated fairly normally, with the exception of the few people who considered her father a failure who nearly compromised a mission for the sake of one woman and died of his stupidity, and those who considered her father a hero who helped a Hacker free many humans from captivity. But Alice didn't like either of those types of people. After all, other than her blood, she had nothing to do with her father. Her Aaron Kingsley may not have even been her blood father. Why should she, Alice, her own person, have to deal with her father's reputation? She had never met him! Alice grew up to be a stubborn girl, who preferred tinkering with mechanical toys and metals to shopping and hanging out with friends. Of course, if her friends wanted to try out her new jewelry or toys or build with her, they were welcome. She had a thing for colors—all her jewelry was beautiful and her friends loved the vibrancy of the colors. They wondered how she did it. To be honest, Alice wasn't quite sure. She just tried things out and kept going until they turned out how she wanted them to. If she had to pick a color for that time of her life, it would be a bright, sunshine yellow. Alice was a very happy child. That is, until her mother died when she was twelve. It was some sort of illness, and it wasn't just her mother. A few others in the Haven died that season as well, of the same illness. One of them was the adult she was closest to—the man that had taught her the basics of making and altering. That was when her hobby of making jewelry and altering mechanical toys turned into something… a little more dangerous. She started messing with weapons and continumerous. A couple of her friends tried to get her to stop, but Alice wouldn't. Not a month after her mother's death, she was trying to make continumerous bullets with her friend Rebecca—something she hadn't heard of. It exploded. Her neighbors managed to drag her out of the flaming wreckage of her home, but she was badly injured. Rebecca burned. To this day, she has scars, all over her body. After that incident, Alice was sent to learn more about the art of creating and changing. They did not try to stop her—after all, she had potential to be a real asset—but she was warned that if it happened again, she would not get off as easily. If she had to pick a color for her mother's death, it would be a dusky blue, dark and almost drained of its color. But upon her apprenticeship to a mechanic, it turned to an orange the color of a burnt sunset, if sunsets could burn. Alice thought, why not? Now she could create as she pleased. Her sadness turned to anger. She could immerse herself in her work. She was so filled with anger and hatred, she would sometimes work for days without sleep. She lost touch with her friends. At times, Alice wondered what she hated so much, why she was so angry, but thinking about it too much just hurt. So she stopped thinking. Alice became irritable and short tempered. When she wasn't working, her hands moved impatiently. She could never stop moving. Her mentor tried to convince her to take therapy, but she didn't want to. She couldn't. Her weapons and computers were all that mattered. Her mentor kicked her out of his workshop, confiscating all her materials, everything she had worked on for the past two years. She snapped. The world was red. She set the workplace on fire. Alice left. She ran. She ran until her legs felt like led and her lungs shook and screamed with each breath. Then she ran some more. She travelled alone for months, not sure where she was going. She didn't care. Alice simply survived. Everything was white, blank. Her anger was drained by fatigue and cold sucked away the heat of her hatred. Then she stumbled upon the Sao Haven. Alice called herself Rebecca. She started a new life. Now, at 16 years old, she still struggles with her identity. Traces of her anger remain, but most of it was exhausted. She now makes jewelry for a living. She doesn't touch weapons, afraid her anger will return. The people at Sao Haven can tell something is off about her. The hard look in her eyes does not match her seemingly quiet nature. Alice hides her ability to do more than set stones and make bracelets. Gradually, her personality is returning. Her determination and stubbornness is showing itself. She is becoming more willing to talk. Her fire is starting to return. Robin's egg blue. She is becoming more comfortable. She is healing. But she still has her walls up. After all, it won't be long before someone she knew from Knight's Haven comes to Sao Haven and finds out about her. What will happen then? She was an arsonist. She was insane. Wasn't she? It wouldn't take much for them to figure out that "Alice Kingsley" was "Rebecca Frost". She wants to find herself again, but is afraid to turn into what she was before. What if it happened again? Alice is defensive and refuses any sort of help. Robin's egg blue, stained with streaks of dark crimson. Alice has sometimes wondered why she thought of colors like that. Maybe it was born into her with her heterochromatic eyes. After all, it wasn't common to have one eye the color of the summer sky and another a deep shade of forest green. Her hair was another vibrant color, like a river of gold that flowed down to her shoulder. It was pinned over half her forehead, covering the thin web of shrapnel scars. Her skin was fairly blemish free, if her scars aren't included. Alice had protected most of her face with her arms, but everywhere else on the front of her body was marred. Most people couldn't tell because she always wore long clothing and gloves. Alice is fairly short, an inch or two from 5 feet, made worse by her months not finding enough food and the years of overwork making her seem scrawny. Despite this, her years of work have also made her fairly strong, if not average. Alice does not have a dream. She is afraid of losing herself again, but he has come to the realization that you can't lose something you don't have. So she waits. She waits for herself to return.