āI keep wishing it could be that way, because my world would be a wonderland.ā
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Name: Alice Lyttle Nicknames: None Age: 25 Birthday: July 4, 1999 Height: 5ā²2Ā½ā³ Sexuality: Unlabeled Occupation: Florist
ā¢ Alice was always a daydreamer. She had her head in the clouds, imagining much more interesting things than whatever was being taught in lessons. One day, when she was seven years old, her daydreaming turned into sleepwalking. Utterly bored one hot day on the riverbank by her sisterās book without pictures, and sleepy-stupid from the lack of entertainment, she fancied she saw a white rabbit run past. Then the white rabbit spoke aloud to himself, fretting over how late he would be, and took a watch out of his waistcoat pocket. Burning with curiosity, Alice followed the rabbit all the way down a rabbit hole without a second thought, and before she knew it she was in the strangest of worldsāa Wonderland.
ā¢ Nothing in the Wonderland made sense, and little Alice had quite a confusing and maddening adventure in her attempts to navigate a way home. When she did escape, she wasnāt back at home, however, she was on an island off the east coast of the United States, an ocean away from England. When her family was contacted and had to come and collect her, they were baffled by how she had ended up there, not believing her outlandish stories and thinking she must have been kidnapped and blocked out the true memories of the ordeal with fantasies.
ā¢ When she was seven and a half, she entertained herself one afternoon in the drawing room by peering into the looking glass over the fireplace and musing on what the Looking-glass House would be like, if she could only step through the mirror and explore it. And then, climbing up onto the chimney-piece and pressing her hands against the glass, it melted away like mist and let her enter. The Looking-glass World was just as bizarre and frustrating as Wonderland, and again when Alice came out of it, she was on Echo Isle.
ā¢ Every once in a while, for several years, Alice would find herself wandering into similar such portals to lands of fancy. After some time her parents could not persist in their conviction that some mysterious scoundrel was spiriting their daughter away only to turn up unharmed on the same strange islandāand Alice was neither mad nor making these journeys up. Something magical was afoot, and the only thing to be done for it was to relocate to Echo so they could stop worrying about anything else happening to her in the meantime.
ā¢ The move turned out to be a good thing or a bad thing depending on oneās perspective. Her accidental visits to the Wonderlands became more frequent, but it was hard to say whether that was because she was now living closer to the main portal, or if it would have happened anyway and staying on the isle just prevented her family from having to shell out on constant travel expenses.
ā¢ Alice often feels halfway here, aware that at any moment she might slip into a sunbeam and whisk away to another world; she can never be too careful about keeping her mind from wandering during dull moments. And yet, that is a hard task for such an untamable mind. Everything interesting seems to dance just around the corner, and she can never deny her curiosity.
ā¢ After moving to Echo Isle, Alice began to experience another curious phenomenon, apart from the daydreaming. When she sleeps, she sometimes finds herself in dreamworlds that arenāt her own, but belong to other individuals. She has little to no control over whose dreams she finds herself in, and generally tries to avoid making a scene or changing the course of those she intrudes upon to avoid drawing attention to herself.
ā¢ Her parents always wanted her to be a well-accomplished and respectable young woman, her older sister acting as a governess of sorts to teach her all manner of frivolous things outside of regular school studies. She practically had a proper Victorian upbringing despite growing up in the modern day, learning to sew, draw and play music amongst other such skills she was sure sheād never put to use.
ā¢ The one hobby that perhaps appealed to her the most after her adventure in Looking-glass world was gardening. The flowers there could talkāand had rather nasty personalities at thatāwhich sparked Aliceās interest in seeing if she could encourage the plants in our world to pipe up under the proper conditions. No such luck there, but she did develop a green thumb and a passion for flower arranging which carried into her career aspirations.
ā¢ Alice got her start working under the most prestigious florist on Echo Isle, a veritable queen of the trade. The woman liked her well enough at first, but as soon as another employee messed up a huge order with white roses instead of red and Alice took the fall for it, she was fired just like that. When she started her own small flower shop, her former boss was furious by the perceived competition and holds a vendetta even still. Though the Queen of Hearts has always been intimidating even as an ally, and makes a more formidable enemy, Alice wonāt bow (cower, more like) to her whims anymore. Sheās made of stronger stuff.
