Post by Dinah Pleasance Liddell on Dec 26, 2009 21:20:23 GMT -5
go ask alice when she's, ten feet tall
dinahpleasanceliddell
bonjour, my name is Mary:). i've got 16
tracks spinning on my record. i've got serious skill 'cause i've been roleplaying for 6 and i live in the MST timezone.
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go ask alice, i think she'll know
name , Dinah Pleasance Liddel
nicknames , Just Dinah, thank you. If she's got any others, she's not aware of them.
age & date of birth , 19, February 2nd.
gender , Female.
sexual orientation , bisexual.
race , Former Cat, New Wonderlandian and Human.
played by , Amy Adams
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when logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
height , 5 feet, 5 inches.
weight , 116 lbs.
tattoos and piercings , Ears.
distinguishing features , Perhaps most curious about this cat is the ferocious mane of vibrant red hair crowning her head. Though the color and sheer amount is what is firstly most eye-catching, the flamboyant hue's most prominent feature is the manner in which is clashes with the various other colors and textures of the woman. Resting against her alabaster flesh, and contesting with her painfully clear blue eyes for attention.
physical flaws , Her features, though they are fine, as obviously derived from her cat form. Her eyes often have a severe look, her brows slanted to a more sultry tone than most. Her nails are also a considerable problem, as they a prone to growing to a nasty little point.
personal style , Dinah is quite fond of most colors, blues and reds most notably. She enjoys dainty things, and lace- though, is not opposed to a nice corduroy. She very deeply enjoys clothing that is bold in nature, and isn't opposed to showing her ankles, shoulders, and various other new, delightful human parts.
Perhaps the only thing that she demands in her clothing, is flexibility. What was the Joker and other questionable characters about, she needs to be free to jump ship if, though more likely when, it is called for.
Our favourite kitten still possesses her adoration of bows. Though she isn't particularly keen upon wearing them about her neck, as Alice often insisted, she isn't opposed to a lovely bow in her curls, or perhaps a nice little bow about her waist. Every so often, if the mood possesses her, Dinah enjoys brushing on a blush and slipping on some lipstick. Both, undoubtedly, bright red. Afterall, the Queen loves red, right? Though, even Dinah knew that now-a-days, it wasn't her that you had to watch out for..
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and the white knight is talking backwards
likes ,
-flowers, not the snooty kind, mind you.
-rain.
-being physically affectionate
-books
-bows
-her human form
-beautiful women
- heartbeats
-curling up by the fire
-losing herself in a mess of blankets
-soft hands
-being touched
-stillness
-tea
-milk
-sunday breakfast
-lace
-Alice
dislikes ,
-dogs
-wind
-sour things
-thunder&lightning
-oranges
-the color orange too, for that matter
-loud noises
-unexpected flurries of movement
-rain
-being cold
strengths ,
-extremely keen senses.
- cat-like reflexes. (Yes, pun intended.)
- fiercely loyal.
- extremely compassionate and empathetic when she allows herself to be acquainted with somebody.
- extreme people pleaser, will not give up when she has been asked to complete a task.
- very quick at grasping concepts and ideas.
-optimistic.
weaknesses ,
-mildy antisocial.
-when somebody strokes her hair, or touches her neck, she can't help but become entirely relaxed, even if she was previously in a fit of rage.
-curious
- extreme people pleaser, seeks acceptance and love from everybody.
- very poor sense of direction
- naive
fears ,
- being submerged in water.
-the people she loves, leaving.
-being lost and never being found.
-being summoned by the
- thunder&lightning
overall personality ,
One thing can surely be said for Dinah, she is infinitely adaptive. It could be derived from her eager-to-please personality, or her bright, yet naive mind-- whatever the source, she is very adaptive and quick-thinking. That being said, she over-estimates herself, and often finds herself in curious situations. She is an eager individual. Eager to love, eager to love, and eager to please. Dinah can completely fall in love with somebody with a few moments, and once somebody has won her over- she has a very hard time denying them anything.
Despite her naive, optimistic, and willingness to please those that she loves - Dinah is an intelligent woman, with a fierce sense of loyalty and intuition. She is confident, and proud- and has a nasty habit of becoming sour and sulking if somebody she loves pokes fun of her, or upsets her. Though, these fits often don't last long, as it takes too much energy to pucker her bottom lip out for long, and deny anybody for too long. Once she has come to like somebody, she extremely loving, and has been known to have little to no respect for personal space.She is a easy-going woman- expect for when she is woken too early from a nap.
Despite her usually cheerful attitude, she is prone to falling into spells of depression if she is alone for too long, or if she begins to think of her darling Alice. She dabbles in the Sciences of Wonderland, though- there are very few scientists and philosophers- she reads their work, and enjoys thinking herself a well-learned woman.
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and the red queen's "off with her head"
hometown , Wherever her dear Alice was..
father , Unknown to her..
mother , Unknown to her, though she has speculated that perhaps Alice also owned her mother.
siblings , Unknown to her.
pets , None.
history ,
It was a strange occurrence, falling into full consciousness.
Her life, her mindset, had suddenly expanded and contracted all at once. All she could think about was the girl who tumbled down the Rabbit Hole, but she was thinking.
Dinah could remember everything from the moment when she fell down the Rabbit Hole. She was suddenly remembering things and connecting thoughts. She was no longer wondering what gibberish her Alice was uttering, but now- she was questioning how a rabbit hole could be so deep, and wondering where her beloved Alice had gotten to. She couldn't tell you where she was born, who her parents were, or if she had siblings. But the sounds that the blond beauty repeated to her often were what she found to be her name, Dinah. She wasn't sure if it was a proper name, but it was Alice's name for her. Alice was the only thing that Dinah knew. She was her only memories. Wisps of days out in the garden, and weaving flowers to make crowns. Alice was Dinah's whole existence. A mother, a lover, and best friend. All spun into one. What Alice couldn't have possibly told her, was that tumbling down Rabbit Holes was a tricky, and quite risky business. Falling down was quite easy, mind you. It was finding your way back up that was the trouble. It was a long search for Alice, and sometimes she heard tales of a curious girl, perhaps at a tea-party, or navigating the Tulgey Woods. But Dinah never found her. Sometimes she wondered if the girl had found a way to clamber back up the Rabbit Hole, but Dinah would never know. Though, if she had, she'd find herself without a pet. Sometimes the cat wondered if her Alice was as lost without her, as she was without Alice.
Alice was not longer her existence. She sank into being a constant, nagging question. And Dinah sometimes forgot her, fleeting moments when she lingered with the momewrathes in Tulgey Wood, or when she strayed too close to the Red Queen's wilting red roses. Sometimes she forgot Alice, even if she didn't want to. She grew to be an inhabitant of Wonderland, and she stopped puzzling over the multitude of methods that she wished to use to attempt to scale a Rabbit Hole.
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remember what the dormouse said
[/size]roleplay sample ,
(Gotta love Batman roleplays.)
It was a strange occasion when you find that you don't have any knowledge of how you've come to be where you are. You know that you really do know how you got to be standing where you are, you know that your brain told your feet to move, and your hands to open doors or push through gates. Yet...you can't remember exactly what your purpose was. Why you came to stop where you did, or even if you intended to stop.
And it was in that strange, still moment that Alice found herself experiencing the aforementioned. Standing there, upon the garbage-littered tarmac, a handful of dandylions clutched firmly in her hand. Alice tilted her head, offering a quizzical look to nobody in particular- as if expecting the homeless man a few feet away to offer some sort of answer.
With its emaciated, flee-teaming dogs and the cracked pavement. Teenagers lingering suspiciously about doorways, and the broken windows dotting buildings, The Narrows was hardly a place that any right-minded person might place Alice Finch. The particularly small Gothamite shuffled her shoes, absently kicking up a few old copies of the Gotham Times. Swinging her arms lightly, the various tufts of dandelion seeds breaking away and fluttering on the viciously-cold breeze, or sticking to her most adored wool pea-coat. She began walking once more. She didn't have any clear path in mind, but she figured- where ever she ended up this time, she'd know exactly how she'd arrived there!
Exhaling, Alice couldn't help but note how cold Gotham was getting. She could see her breath. She breathed out her nose this time round, unable to shake the child-like adoration at the ability to see one's breath in the air. As her path began to twist and turn, Alice soon found her hands trailing to the special watch that Jonathan had offered her. Pressing a button, she couldn't help but feel fractionally better. Not that she'd ever like to fire his toxin upon somebody..
But Alice knew Gotham.
And something new drew Alice's eye. Abandoning her dandelions in a heap near a fallen trashcan, the dark-haired woman stooped. Allowing a delicate hand to fall forward, a bright smile instantly spread across the woman's chapped lips. "Why hello there, little friend~" She chimed, leaning back upon her heels slightly as she scooped something from the ground.
Only a few moments later and Alice was
back upon her nonexistent track, dirty kitten in tow. "I'm sure Jonathan won't mind a kitten~" She informed the little thing, stroking its soft ears affectionately.
It was a strange occasion when you find that you don't have any knowledge of how you've come to be where you are. You know that you really do know how you got to be standing where you are, you know that your brain told your feet to move, and your hands to open doors or push through gates. Yet...you can't remember exactly what your purpose was. Why you came to stop where you did, or even if you intended to stop.
And it was in that strange, still moment that Alice found herself experiencing the aforementioned. Standing there, upon the garbage-littered tarmac, a handful of dandylions clutched firmly in her hand. Alice tilted her head, offering a quizzical look to nobody in particular- as if expecting the homeless man a few feet away to offer some sort of answer.
With its emaciated, flee-teaming dogs and the cracked pavement. Teenagers lingering suspiciously about doorways, and the broken windows dotting buildings, The Narrows was hardly a place that any right-minded person might place Alice Finch. The particularly small Gothamite shuffled her shoes, absently kicking up a few old copies of the Gotham Times. Swinging her arms lightly, the various tufts of dandelion seeds breaking away and fluttering on the viciously-cold breeze, or sticking to her most adored wool pea-coat. She began walking once more. She didn't have any clear path in mind, but she figured- where ever she ended up this time, she'd know exactly how she'd arrived there!
Exhaling, Alice couldn't help but note how cold Gotham was getting. She could see her breath. She breathed out her nose this time round, unable to shake the child-like adoration at the ability to see one's breath in the air. As her path began to twist and turn, Alice soon found her hands trailing to the special watch that Jonathan had offered her. Pressing a button, she couldn't help but feel fractionally better. Not that she'd ever like to fire his toxin upon somebody..
But Alice knew Gotham.
And something new drew Alice's eye. Abandoning her dandelions in a heap near a fallen trashcan, the dark-haired woman stooped. Allowing a delicate hand to fall forward, a bright smile instantly spread across the woman's chapped lips. "Why hello there, little friend~" She chimed, leaning back upon her heels slightly as she scooped something from the ground.
Only a few moments later and Alice was
back upon her nonexistent track, dirty kitten in tow. "I'm sure Jonathan won't mind a kitten~" She informed the little thing, stroking its soft ears affectionately.
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KEEP YOUR HEAD
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mmkay. so this application hurr was made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? of caution. steal it or take off this credit, and i shall hunt you down and eat your insides! lyrics credit to jefferson airplane.
