Alice "Lissy" Kaye

=✠ Biography =

The Beginning
My name is Alice Kaye, but people tend to call me Lissy. I was born in Guildford, Surrey. It's a mellow little town that has managed to maintain a certain level of charm over the centuries. A pretty place to grow up with its picturesque streets and ancient guildhall; it's no wonder that it's become a bit of a tourist destination.

We, my family and I, led a pretty happy life there until I was around fifteen years old. We had had a busy day attending a party for my mom's friend's fiftieth birthday. It was around midnight when we finally got home and all of us went straight to bed. However, not long after, a shot rang out. Startled, I ran to the doorway of my room to see if my brother, Ethan, knew what was going on. Sure enough he met me in the hall and we ran towards our parents room where my mother stood holding my father's shotgun and staring at his lifeless corpse. The smell of the gun powder lingered in the air as it hit me, my mother had shot my father.

I let out a scream. His face was incomprehensible to me, it resembled a slab of ground beef one would find at the grocer. He didn't look like my father, he barely looked human. My mother continued to stare, lifeless, almost like she was a zombie. Ethan walked over to her and removed the gun from her hands. He checked to make sure it was unloaded and then proceeded to drag me back to my room. He placed the gun next to the door and told me to stay put and call the police. He went back to their bedroom to stand with my mother until they arrived.

I did as I was told and I called the police, hysterically sobbing on the phone I tried very hard to describe all that I could about the situation I had just seen. I'm not even sure the operator understood what I was saying to her. I could hear my brother screaming loudly at my mother, demanding to know why she had done what she had done but from my understanding he never got even so much as a blink in response.

To this day I'm not sure of the particulars. We buried my father in the corner of a quiet cemetery on the outskirts of town. We had a small memorial for him with only his mother in attendance alongside of us. My mother was found mentally ill. She still sits rotting in a psychiatric ward somewhere in Leicester, a place called Arnold Lodge. I'll never know what went through her head that day, since as far as I know, she has never uttered a word to anyone let alone even looked at them. She just stares at the walls of her confines blankly.

We went to live with my Gran for a short time until Ethan turned eighteen. He basically adopted me and we set out on our own for the first time in our lives with absolutely no direction. We had squandered away a small bit of cash from our jobs cleaning houses and doing yard work. We rented a hole-in-the-wall apartment while he worked as a mechanic and I, a waitress.

Then the lawyers came. My father had been wealthier than any of us knew and in the result of his and my mother's untimely deaths, we would get the whole of the estate. My mother, of course, was quite alive but since she was to remain imprisoned for the rest of her life we made us the soul beneficiaries of the estate. We moved back to our old home where my brother resumed his mechanic work, opening his own shop with some of our money and I finished school and began university.

Unfortunately our cozy lifestyle that we had begun to live again, did not last long. Ethan met an unfortunate end when a car he was working on fell from the lift and smashed him. I alone, attended his memorial service saying goodbye to the last person I've ever loved.

Acquiring Power
I awoke from a dream that I can't recall today. It has become a blur in the deepest parts of my mind. I do remember, however, waking up to a strange pain in my mouth that can only be described as that of a bee or wasp sting. I don't recall seeing any bugs flying around after I woke so I just assumed I'd swallowed whatever it was that caused the pain.

Shortly after this strange event, I reached for my sweatshirt and some strange blue light shot from my hand. I was immediately taken aback and horrified. I didn't know what the hell had just happened but it didn't seem like a good thing!

I spent the next several days finding out that there was a lot more to this power than met the eye but I felt like it was so hard to control and it came out at the strangest of times.

Joining the Templars
It wasn't a matter of choice that brought me to the Templar's, but more a matter of fate. To wake one day with more power than you ever could have imagined is the most terrifying ordeal I've ever had the displeasure of living through. Of course, it gets better with time as you learn to control things but when it's bestowed upon you overnight with no rhyme or reason, it's dangerous and unwieldy.

Even before I acquired these powers, I always felt like there was something strange going on in the world. I had not seen anything in particular, but deep down in the pit of my soul there was this feeling I had that things weren't right. I think I noticed it around the time of my father's murder. I mean, what else could have possibly explained my mother suddenly losing her mind and shooting him in cold blood?

I remember having a dream. I can't really explain what happened in it to be honest. It's a bit of a blur these days what with everything I've been through since. I just remember two people talking to me. It seemed like they were telling me about my destiny. But like I said, I don’t remember. I keep hoping that in time it will come back to me.

But then she arrived on my doorstep. I admit, I was a tad taken aback when I opened the door. A woman dressed in white and red, whom I had never seen or spoken to in my life stood there. She had an air about her that kept me silent, listening intently to every word she said. She spoke of her organization, the Templars. As wary as I wad of this stranger who somehow knew of these sudden powers I had acquired, everything she said sounded intriguing and in a way I had a feeling that this was the destiny the dream spoke of.

I felt as though I had no choice in joining them. It was meant to be this way, why else would all the strange events leading up to it have happened. When she handed me that envelope, emblazoned with the Templar crest, I just thought to myself that I might have a chance at understanding the oddities of the world and perhaps figure out what became of my mother's mind that day. That they could show me the way.

Little did I know what I was jumping into.

Scarlet & Cross Institution
Coming soon...

=✠ Profession =

Alice Kaye's Blog
Alice's main job in recent years has been that of a blogger, of things she has found confusing or abnormal in the world. As of late, with her new life as that of a Templar, she finds that she now has even more to write about (though in a vague way, as she does not want the Templar's to get angry at her for disclosing too much secret information).

Templar Profession
Coming soon...

=✠ Persona & Physicality =

Personality
Alice, at times, is a rather nervous and agitated person. She's not one to usually remain calm in situations and generally relies on the help of others in that department. But if she's alone and facing the flame herself, then she can usually act under pressure.

She can be a sarcastic person and very blunt which turns a lot of people off to her. "Do I look fat in this skirt?" Well, I hope you don't because chances are she'll tell you if you do!

''Appearance
Alice stands 5'3" tall (160cm) and weighs around 130-135lbs. She has long brown hair that she usually wears pinned up to about shoulder-length and typically highlights it so that it has light blond streaks running through it. Her eyes are a light blue, similar to that of the sky. Her skin is pale and has a tendency to freckle, especially on her face and shoulders and on the back of her neck she has a "Triskel" tattoo, which stands for "Past, Present & Future," to her.

=✠ Skills & Technology =
 * iPhone 4s - Phone #: 555-555-1498
 * e-Mail: [mailto:alicekaye@gmail.com alicekaye@gmail.com]
 * Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Alice-Lissy-Kaye/395460853855202
 * Accurate Elementalism Focus
 * Mayhem (Shotgun)

=✠ Family =


 * Bernard Augustus Kaye (1960-2001): Alice's father. He was tragically killed when his wife, Priscilla, went insane. Not much is known of the events leading up to his death only that she had no apparent motive for shooting him.
 * Priscilla Anne Kaye (1962- ): Alice's mother. She currently resides at Arnold Lodge in Leicester after brutally killing her husband with a shotgun shot to the face.
 * Ethan Alexander Kaye (1983-2003): Alice's older brother. He was her rock and she depended on him immensely. The two lived together and relied on one and other after the tragedy that befell them. He died in a mechanical accident.
 * Simon (Unknown): A stray mutt that Alice found while beginning her mission in the Savage Coast region of Maine. He's a friendly dog with a pleasant disposition. Not much of a fighter, but he's always there for moral support and companionship.

=▲ Illuminati & Dragons ₩ =

Allies
As time has gone on and her missions in Kingsmouth have become more dangerous, Monger has become more of an ally than she intended or expected. They give each other brief intel, nothing too deep as to not arouse suspicion of their organization contacts.
 * John "Monger" Doe (Unknown): She met Monger near some standing stones in Kingsmouth. Ever the wary Templar, she was immediately distrustful as Dragon's are known to be chaotic and crazy individuals. However, he was much like her in the fact that his alignment with the Dragon organization was more about fate, than a true decision to join.
 * Ian "XiaKe" Patel  (Unknown): Not too much is known about this fellow, aside from the fact that her ally, Monger, suggested that he would become a good ally and that he may in fact have reliable contacts in the Illuminati organization. So far, she doesn't trust him but she doesn't know him either. Always better to be wary.
 * Alatariel "Nysom" Nenmacil  ''(Unknown)