Alice

By Fractured

• April 20, 2015




Age: 29

Gender: Female

Species: Earth Pony

Appearance: Tan skin with auburn hair and (sky blue eyes). Her mane is short, though her tail is longer and bushier by contrast.

Cutie Mark: A white rose

Personality: An eternal optimist, who’s learned to see the bright side to most every situation. To her, every day is a new experience, and she wants to se it all. A vivid dreamer, more often than not stuck in her own world when she’s by herself. She’s incredibly soft and gentle in her actions, to the point of almost being ghostlike. <br /><br />To go with this, she has curiosity that could rival a filly's. She’s always quite excited to meet new friends, or talk to old ones. It seems she always has something to say, and she’ll talk to you about anything you want to hear. If the conversation starts to dry up, she can easily spend hours weaving vivid stories from seemingly nowhere, about anything from apples to Zebras. She might even get caught up in it, but she’ll always take the time out to listen when other ponies are talking because, more than anything, Alice values the happiness of others. She’s simply content to take what’s left.

Backstory: Alice was born blind, but as a filly, you’d never ever notice. In the absence of one world, it seems she had just made her own. So what if she couldn’t see; every sound, smell, touch, and occasional taste drew its own wonderful pictures for her, and her seemingly boundless imagination filled in the rest. As a filly in school, she would always be the first one to come up with the latest stories to tell the other fillies; frightening tales of the greedy, hundred foot dragons that she was sure was always just over the horizon waiting to gobble a pony up, or, later, softer stories of gentle merponies in the lake that just wanted somepony to laugh and have fun with. Even describing what she thought other ponies looked like could be an adventure worth sharing to her, if others were willing to hear it. Though some were less than receiving to her, and a few saw fit to make their own stories about “the filly with the funny eyes”, it never slowed her down for a minute. She simply couldn’t help herself; she loved the feeling of helping others to see the wonders and beauties in the world around them. As long as she could do that, she would never quit smiling; that’s the kind of pony Alice was.<br /><br />As the rest of the ponies around her began to grow up and get their cutie marks, however, Alice’s world began to grow dim for the first time. Now that everypony had left school and had their own roles to fill, no one ever stopped by, or had time for stories; talks of imagination and fantasies now had turned into talks of businesses and politics. Alice was confused; it seemed overnight, the world had just stopped seeing, and nopony felt how… wrong this was , except her. <br /><br />She tried desperately to reach ponies, who either dismissed her as a child who just wouldn’t grow up, or just legitimately couldn’t make the time for her. Occasionally, a friend or two would stop by, but Alice quickly realized she was only making them worry, and she began to avoid them, desperate not to hurt them. It only ended up making things worse in the end; now, she was truly alone. <br /><br />It was at that point that Alice stopped smiling. She had finally giving up on the last person who would hear her: herself. She shut herself in her room, only leaving when absolutely necessary. Her world was different now, and instead of the beauty that she used to see, Alice was left standing in the dark. It was a new darkness, to her; Alice had never been able to see, that was a fact of life to her. But now, alone in her room, she felt well and truly blind for the first time.<br /><br />This continued on for some time. On yet another day where she had been forced to leave the house, an attempt to avoid a group of friends brought her down an unfamiliar back alley. She had intended to walk back out once they had left, but an equally strange smell caught her interest. Farther down, she found what she had been searching for. There, growing in a corner out of sight of everypony, was apparently a bushel of flowers, but not one she had ever smelled before. As she stopped closer to smell them, the incredibly vivid scent made the darkness lift, just a little. One small scene came to her mind, but it would be the most important one she’d ever had. She grabbed the flowers, and carefully made her way out of the alley. She knew what she had to do, and now she had one chance to do it.<br /><br />It took a few months, but her parents saw that she truly wanted this, and they were all too willing to help out if there was a chance they’d get their daughter back. Frame by frame, nail by nail, Alice’s world once again came together, in the form of a simple flower shop. <br />Or so it seemed. To Alice, it was more than just a flower shop; it was a second chance to help ponies remember how simply beautiful life could be, even if it was only when they made a quick stop to smell the wonderful flowers she now be put her heart and soul into taking care of. The first time she sold one of the flowers she had picked up to an incredibly grateful old friend, she felt like her world had finally come back together. Better than that, she felt more complete, somehow. She realized at about the same time her friend said it; she had gotten her cutie mark. A white rose, a reminder of the flower that she had found in that alley. The flower that had inspired her how to believe again, and how to help others to do the same. The flower that once again made Alice smile.<br /><br />Now, years later, the small shop is filled with flowers moved in from most every corner of Equestria. And now, living in a house above it, is the pony who takes care of them. Meeting her, some might come to the quick conclusion that she can’t see any of the flowers she’s taking care of, and wonder what the point is. But pick any plant, at random if you wish, and she’ll tell you the name and story behind it. And then, if you have the time, she’ll take an hour or two and tell you what she sees. That’s just the kind of pony Alice is.