CHARACTER
Name: Dominique Aliciara Pentaghast (color: #36410D)
Nickname: Alice
Age: 21, born 7 Huā 59AC
Species and Gender: Human Female
Themes:
Main: Nothing More - I'll Be OK (https://youtu.be/T-dN4Yvec6c)
Battle: Shinedown - Her Name is Alice (https://youtu.be/jghgroHc-AM)
Symbol:
(https://i.imgur.com/2xnS2NP.png)
Occupation: Huntress-in-training, Beacon Academy, Year 3
Appearance: Alice stands at a slightly-above-average 5'6" (1.68m) and weighs an equally-slightly-above-average 133lbs (60kg), with slightly more tan skin than the average Valer due to the amount of time she spends outside tending to her plants. Fiery red hair cascades down her back to her waist, in stark contrast to the rest of her appearance. Her high-pitched voice lilts and flows like music whenever she's cheerful, but becomes quiet and often cracks on those rare moments when she's sad. She's embarrassed of her voice cracking, and hearing it will often cause her to force herself back into a good mood to avoid it happening again. She takes her time walking from place to place, taking in her surroundings, always lost in thought.
Her wardrobe was crafted with a single purpose: to feel the warm sun and cool breeze on her skin as often as possible, while still remaining decent. She often wears skirts that go to her shins (the hems of which are almost universally stained with dirt), short shirts with bare midriffs and no sleeves, and she will often wear a wide-brimmed straw hat when tending to her garden.
Her battle outfit was designed to allow her the greatest freedom of movement, while still restricting her "assets" from overbalancing her during acrobatic moves. She wears a tight top with a loose hood that covers her upper torso and upper arms completely but leaves her waist and elbows/forearms free to bend as necessary, and tight shorts that end just above the knee. Both pieces of clothing are dark green, almost black, a vague attempt to camouflage within her natural environment. She also wears her hair in a loose bun, so that the hood is able to conceal it easily.
(https://i.imgur.com/EqmT8O2.png)
History: Alice grew up in a loving household in Vale, daughter to a weapon shop owner/ex-Huntsman father from Vacuo and stay at home mother from Vale. Her parents had met one day during an escort mission her father had undertaken, to escort a traveling trader from Vacuo to Vale through all the villages along the way. On the outskirts of Vale, he had heard Alice's mother shouting as she fled from a Grimm, and had rescued her.
As a child, Alice loved her father's shop, and spent so often tending the small planters in front of it. With how well the plants thrived, the shop often received more visitors who were simply content to meet the amiable shop owner and his cute young daughter. Thus it was no surprise when her Semblance manifested itself, in her pre-teen years.
Or, at least, it was no surprise to most... however, it was certainly a surprise to young Alice. Having grown up on tales of her father's fire Semblance and the great battles he had won, her Semblance was a bit... disappointing. She has never argued that she dislikes her Semblance, but, to her, it is a reminder that as much as she has been given, and as much as she has worked for, there are some things she will never - can never - achieve.
[spoiler=Signal Academy]She attended Signal Academy from age 14, and her teachers universally praised her work ethic, and she quickly carved out a perch at the top of her sparring class. She never told anyone that her obsessive training was in an effort to strengthen her Aura enough, and control her Semblance enough, to be able to use it in battle. She has only attained limited success. She also attracted many admirers during her time at Signal, one of whom also caught her eye: Sentius Tarascon. For three years, Alice and Sentius (or "Dom" and "Sin" as they called each other) were inseparable. She was the perfect girl, he was the perfect guy, it was a perfect match.
Having almost given up on becoming a Huntress due to her self-proclaimed "useless-in-battle" semblance, Sin narrowly convinced Alice to follow him to Beacon, where they became part of Team DUST. DUST were the best of friends, and, though not the strongest, they were probably the most popular all throughout their first year... until their first field mission. Alice and Sin were both convinced that the best way to train as a team was to push themselves as hard as possible, and take the hardest mission. After much cajoling, they finally managed to convince a professor to vouch for them and allow them to go on a mission whose difficulty rating put it in the higher tiers of what was allowed for second years.
The mission involved tracking and defeating a large Nevermore that had been intermittently blocking trade between Vale and Vacuo for weeks - not enough to warrant a full investigation, but enough that it made its way to the Beacon mission board. The mission should have been simple, if difficult, for a Huntsman and 4 in training. However, the Nevermore turned out to be enormous, much more so that reports had indicated. Not only that, a pack of Beowulves had moved into the area as well, and ambushed the trainees during the fight with the Nevermore.
One of the team was felled by their claws while they were distracted by the gigantic Grimm.
While the Huntsman fended off the Nevermore, the remaining trainees took the pack to task, defeating them one by one. When only three remained, two attacking Sin and one attacking the remaining team member, Alice rushed to Sin's aid. As they slew one of the two easily, Alice heard the cry of their last team member and knew she had chosen wrong.
Leaving Sin to defeat his remaining Beowulf himself, she dashed to attack the other before it could finish off her teammate - but she didn't dare power her rush with too much Aura, as the Nevermore still had to be dealt with. She arrived and pierced the Grimm's heart from behind... but as it faded away, she knew she had chosen wrong again: the Beowulf had already struck the final blow.
Behind her, Sin had finished off the last of the pack, and had moved to engage the Nevermore with the Huntsman. Shaking her grief away, she tightened her grip on Chain of Command and moved to support Sin, but his Aura, depleted from the fight against the Beowulves, could not save him from the Nevermore's beak.
In her despair, the last of her team, she let out a shriek and fell to her knees... and in her rage, reached out with her Semblance and forced a lash of vines to grip the Nevermore's wings and feet, holding it long enough for the Huntsman to kill it.