Here's my latest character! Originally created as an "Anti-Rene" and to fix the lack of female vulpix's among all the girly boy ones I give you a commemorative picture and a her bio! ^w^

Please read, comment, and enjoy!

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“I don’t care if you insult my family, my goals, my ideas, hell I don’t give a damn WHAT you really say about me… BUT if you EVER call me cute or anything like it then you’ll see just how cute you find things when I yank you lungs out through your throat!!”


Names: Alice Belluflare
Nicknames: Al, Pocket Punk, Tiny Vulpix with a ‘Tude
Sex: Female
Species: Vulpix
Type: Fire
Ability: Flash Fire
Age: 17

Height: 4, 6
Weight: 91 lb
Skin Color: Brownish red fur, with soft brown “Socks”, and a cream, almost white, colored tummy
Eye Color: Soft, hazel brown
Hair Color: Soft reddish orange
General Appearance: Her looks can be summed up in one word, adorable. She’s the runt of her family, making her very short, even considering how small her species is normally, and about as developed physically as a twelve year old. This coupled with her dainty looks, silky soft and shiny fur, rounded child like face, and curly Shirley Temple like hair that comes down to her shoulders (it grows fast enough keeping it from getting longer then that is about the best she can do) she looks like a huge porcelain doll come to life, adorable, childish, and fragile. The only thing that ruins this is the near permanent scowl on her face and the hard, determined look in her eyes like a predator stalking its prey.

Clothing Style: To try and counteract her cute looks she wears punk fashion at its best. Black clothes with studs, spikes and chains, skulls and the like or even army style outfits with camo colored designs. Her parents expect her to keep up appearances when at the resort and wear the usual outfit, anything from a rather demeaning set of adorable pale pink, blue, and yellow colored dresses, skirts, and blouse outfits that just helps her natural “Doll” like looks… but she has openly threatened to burn ever last shred of the clothes if they EVER try to convince her to wear them off the resort or send them with her to the PCA.

Accessories: She always has her favorite bandana, a rather worn and faded brown piece of cloth with a white marowak skull design in its center, ether around her head or wrapped around an arm or tail. As well as occasional spike bands to go with her “Punk” look.

Sexuality: Straight
Preference: Male
Status: Not looking or interested
Birth Origin: Olivine City
Currently Located: Viridian City
Family: Father - Charles Belluflare (Arcanine, age 46)
Mother - Andrea Belluflare (Ninetails, age 45)
Brothers - Samuel Belluflare (Arcanine, age 23)
George & David Belluflare (Growlithe’s, twins, age 19)
Sisters - Samantha Belluflare (Ninetails, age 22)
Elizabeth Belluflare (Ninetails, age 20)

Personality: Blunt to the point of being cruel, impatient, hot tempered with a short fuse, manipulative, cunning, and strong willed. She is completely focused and goal oriented, willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done. While not naturally spitefully or mean spirited she places her goal above being nice, gentle, or kind to others. Considering them either a means to an end or a distraction. Years of being treated with kid gloves has caused her to developed a rough, angry, tomboyish attitude coupled with how annoyed she is at the fact that nobody takes her seriously… and that people always mistake her for an elementary school student or younger.

History: Born the youngest child of the retired star coordinators, and now ocean front resort owners, Charles & Andrea Belluflare you’d think Alice lived in the lap of luxury with everything a growing girl could want… WRONG!! Charles believed in full family participation in running the resort so along with the other workers it was quite common to see him, his wife, and his kids helping to make the place one of the best vacation spots around. When Alice was born both her parents immediately realized that her natural adorableness would make her a perfect “Mascot” of sorts for the resort. So most of young Alice’s life was spent being cute and adorable for large groups of visitors… whether she really wanted to or not.

Naturally she started to hate this quite soon, being a natural born tomboy, but she had no say in the matter. Her parents, while loving and kind, were rather blind to the fact their daughter wasn’t the perfect little princess they envisioned her to be and she didn’t have the heart to act out and ruin the public image of the resort… As she grew so did her resentment, and oddly enough her skills. At the age of seven she was strong and talented enough that she could wrestle her older brothers into submission, though to be fair they weren’t that particularly tough or willing to go full strength against their little sister… at first, but even when they did they still lost.

It was a little while before her eight birthday when Alice came across something that would change the direction of her life. One day while wander through the resort she meet an older pro battler, a marowak to be precise, and the older mon noticed something about the little vulpix, a certain look in her eyes most other wouldn’t have seen thanks to her adorable looks. She had a “Fighters Spirit” in the marowak’s own words, and he was honor bound to help her develop it. Alice saw battling as her main ticket off the resort for good so she naturally agreed, but more then that this was the first time anyone had actually complemented her on something other then her cute looks. The old ground type spent the next three years vacationing at the resort during his off seasons and teaching Alice the necessary skills needed by all battlers and Alice looked up to him. Unfortunately age and feebleness finally caught up with him and he was critically injured in a match, ending his long run on the pro circuit. Visiting the Alice one last time he gave her his bandana, a signature accessory during his carrier in the ring, and asked her to keep working on improving her skills.

Naturally Alice agreed and went to work teaching herself and improving her fighting. Unfortunately her parents were… less then approving of this. In fact they were outright shocked by this, of course they’d been too busy with the resort to even notice when the marowak had been training her so Alice really didn’t care about their opinions. Unfortunately those opinions decided her young fate. To try and steer her away from battling by sending her to the top coordinator academy, a place they had both attended in their youth… a real stupid move on their part. Alice in quite blunt terms raised hell there, using it as a proving/testing ground for her fighting skills, knowing her parents would give in and send her to a battle academy rather then endure the public shame of having their daughter kicked out of a school for being “A rowdy trouble maker.”

Unfortunately Alice underestimated them and they finally relented when she turned 17, agreeing to send her to the best battle academy around, otherwise know as the PCA. They decided that if she did get into the league then at least she’d be something of a “Living Advertisement” for the resort and they could live with that. But Alice was less then pleased, to get any of the “Good” pro league offers you needed an above excellent record and ranking, she was coming into the school an unranked unknown with barely two years to build up a record while all her classmates had, for better or for worse, a two year jump on her. Luckily Alice wasn’t willing to let that stand, not so long as she still had her wits, cunning, and will to put to work for her, no matter who she has to step on along the way. In fact she’s already come up with a plan to fix her lack in standings, now all she needs is a bumbling freshman team to work with…

Moves:
Freshman: Heat Wave, Dig, Iron Tail, Extrasensory
Sophomore: Flamethrower, Payback, Double Team, Quick Attack
Junior: Fire Blast, Dark Pulse, Swift, Zen Headbutt

Fighting Style: Hard, tough, powerful, and some would say cruel. She hits hard, fast, from a distance, up close, from above, bellow, in your face, or behind your back. Her style has been compared more to street fighting then anything else, but that’s missing a few of its hidden elegances. She actively tries to hit the opponent in the same place (arm, leg, chest) repeatedly when she’s pounding them so they’ll drop sooner and not be able to fight back, and she knows that while some mon may be immune to fire, CLOTHES sure as heck aren’t and wearing a burning shirt is going to distract anybody. She’s been penalized for some of these underhanded tactics though so she’s trying to cut back. The most obvious feature of her fighting style, not surprisingly, is her love of using Dig. She uses it to hide from the opponent, to set up traps, to sneak attack, etc, etc. In fact one of her former opponents commented she was like “Some kind of crazy fire spitting diglet!” Of course, if she looses her temper in a match (which can easily happen) she gets even MORE brutal then usual, which has gotten her suspended from matches before.

Miscellaneous Facts: She takes great pride in keeping her tails neat, clean, and flawless. Thanks to this messing up the fur on them in ANY way is a sure fire way to receive a first class beating from her.

Having no one to talk to or really tell her problems to she’s taken to both writing out her thoughts and ideas in miniscule detail in her diary and confessing her problems to her favorite childhood plushie, Mr. Buttons the sandshrew.

Thanks to several incidents and problems with the life guard at her families resort Alice has a deep mistrust of Water types, by the same notion she has a slight obsession with ground types. Though she normally keeps it under control.

She’s actually made quite a profitable business of selling underwear, particularly girl’s undies, online to perverts. In truth it’s the undies of the people who make the mistake of calling her any variation of the word cute or thinking they can hug her and got beaten and stripped for it. She has a scrapbook of people who’ve mistaken her for a little kid or worse a BOY, don’t ask what she keeps in it though. You’re better off not knowing.