Nevar Flat Notes
01-02-09, 10:17 PM
“I am going to first ask you a series of control questions. Are you currently in the sitting position?”
Yes.
“Are you strapped to a lie detecting machine?”
You told me, earlier, that I am.
“Are you Human?”
No.
“I will repeat the question, maybe you didn’t understand. Are you currently a Human being?”
I used to be. I am not currently.
“Then…what are you?”
I am.
“What species would you declare yourself?”
Monster.
“For the record, what is your name?”
I am called Red Rose
“Is that your real name?”
No. I was once addressed as Alice Von Rosenhart
“Where are you from?”
I am from a time, not so distant. A place, very close.
“Why are you here?”
I was sent here… Because I wasn’t wanted.
“Who do you represent?”
Myself.
“Do you work for-“
I grow tired of your questions. I am leaving now.
“B-but you can’t, you are surrounded by several heavily armed guards. They have shot guns and rifl-“
Does it look like I care?
“…”
Goodbye.
Several measurable moments in time later, a seemingly young girl in a red dress sat on the side of a major highway somewhere in the world called Earth. Vermillion curls cascaded down her back, perfectly framing her pallid white doll-like face. Emotion had no place in that barren countenance, but one finger gently wiped a dot of blood away from her crimson lips. Her nails were meticulously well kept, and painted a color akin to ripe apples, or cut throats. Carefully she inspected a small device that one of her victims had told her was capable of letting her speak to people very far away. Opening it, she spoke quietly, assured of the fact that she would be heard. This world isn’t very much fun. Send me somewhere else. Or I’m going to come back.
After a few moments, the cell phone lit up with a bright LCD glow. A grainy, distant voice bubbled up from the device.
“Don’t come back. We’ll open a…gate…to somewhere else. Please, just…don’t come back. We’ll keep our promise.”
You better!
The blue light died, the metal and rubber piece of technology once again falling dead. The girl sighed in boredom and tossed it aside, watching with faint interest as it bashed into the hard black pavement and broke apart, small metallic pieces escaping like a scared flock of birds. Just as it’s inner parts settled to rest on the ground, disgorged of everything that made it work, a shimmer cut through the air. It was akin to a snake, slithering between this reality and something else, the only evidence a visual bump in space. When the girl looked directly at it, her brain seemed to hurt a bit trying to comprehend what, exactly, it was. Even though she had seen the phenomenon several times before, it never was easier on her eyes.
In a matter of seconds, the snake-like anomaly had begun spiraling, chasing its own tail. The circle it made created more ripples within itself, forcing the girl to look away or else risk a major headache. Finally, from the center of the maelstrom a rip appeared, strong white light pouring out onto the highway and illuminating the dim night. It widened quickly into the shape of a door, and the girl sighed heavily, knowing the next world would be just as disappointing as the last. She stepped through.
Once upon a time, a woman and a man met at a party.
The woman loved the man, the man loved many women.
One night together changed the woman’s life, but passed dimly in the man’s memory.
He disappeared, she had a child.
In a world where men ruled, and women served, people were happy and miserable, they were born, grew old, and died, just like a world you might know. Just like any other world, people desired for control, power, anything that would make them stand out. Of course, at the heart of all this, all that anyone ever desired was to be loved. It was a world of crime, and justice. Just like home.
In this world, the girl was raised. Her home was a marvelous white house surrounded by an expansive garden. At each edge of the garden, a tall red brick wall rose to keep any wary eyes where they belonged. Outside the green square of paradise, was a city that rose like great trees around it. Each building was a work of art, a sculpture of steel and stone dwarfing nature’s tallest pieces and cutting into the sky itself. Between these buildings were smaller structures in which lived the average citizens of the city. Transport machines flew along thin metal lines that wove in between the buildings like spiders on an intricate web.
Every day the girl ventured out into her small garden, striding between her cherry trees with eyes always staring upward. She wished she could see the sky, but all her eyes saw were the artificial lights of the sleepless metropolis. Pictures were shown to her of the vast blue ocean that slept in the sky, high above the monolithic steel guardians. Something deep inside her body thirst to set her eyes upon that marvelous view. She would often ask her mother, “Mother dear, what lies above the city?” and her mother would look down on her as one would often carelessly look down upon a child and speak sweetly, “Oh, my dear Alice, nothing of value.” Unlike most children, however, she knew her mother was wrong. At a very early age Alice had learned that her mother was a most ignorant creature, and that her knowledge included little of anything which was outside their four red brick walls.
So, it started that Alice searched for information outside of her four walls. What once was a great expansive universe within those walls, she soon felt that it was a tiny cage. She desperately searched for the lock on her cage, for where there was a lock, there is a door, and through a door freedom is achieved. Outside of the city, she could see the sky, and the beautiful thing called nature that most of her kind seemed to have forgotten about.
It only took a few months before she found a way out. Courage was all that was needed at this point. A party was upcoming as her mother celebrated Alice’s day of birth a long fourteen years before. A strange celebration, Alice thought, for her day of birth was also the day her mother was left alone in this world. Plans were made, both by the girl’s mother and by the devious girl herself. A red dress was prepared, very formal and beautiful to match the doll-like beauty of Alice. In stealth, as her dress was carefully hand-sown by Alice’s mother, the girl carefully collected the tools of her escape. The longest of their knives, kept well sharpened and unused, in case she had need of defending herself. A red cloak, lined with leather and hooded to ward away the elements. The dress was stitched with a vermillion thread, to match Alice’s hair. Ruby red shoes with strong soles in case she had to travel far were placed inside the cloak and hidden under an apple tree, near the lowest part of the wall.
On that fateful day, when everything changed, her mother called out to her.
“Alice, my dear, come downstairs and meet the guests. They have all come from very far away to meet you.” Always obedient, she slowly descended the stairs in her newly made red dress, her crimson curls rolling down her back, playfully bouncing across her doll-like face. Her lips were painted a soft red, and her nails a color much akin to ripe apples. Red was Alice’s favorite color, and it covered her nearly from head to toe. In every way, she was beautiful.
Her guests, on the other hand, were not quite up to par. One man who stood out as very strange was a very fat gentleman who didn’t seem to fit the word ‘gentleman’ very well. He wore a white tweed suit that barely fit his enormous body, and a purple tie was tucked tightly into his suit. In his hand he held a wine glass, filled almost to the brim with a red substance that was a little off-color to be wine, and he swirled it slowly. His gaze rested on her, the gaze of a predator spotting his prey, and a malicious grin spread across his gluttonous face. He looked hungry, insatiably so. However, as hard as she might try, Alice could not avert her gaze from his deep amber eyes, so lovely and seductive to be surrounded by such an ugly shell. She descended the stairs, and strode straight to him, barely hearing the words of her mother’s friends.
Daringly reaching one hand out, she smiled a smile of sweet nothings and curtseyed to the fat man. His grin widened somehow, and he almost for a moment appeared inhumanly charming. When he spoke, it was like his voice was a gaseous bile rising up from his throat, disgusting to listen to be enthrallingly interesting that she couldn’t help but listen.
“So you I am told are Alice. A little girl who has no father, and aspires to see the sky. Yet, you are trapped here. I suspect that your freedom is coming soon, if your plans go well, yes? By the surprise on your face I can tell you haven’t told anyone yet, and that is good. If you tell them, they will see you as nothing but a child and stop you. Leave, soon, she is not paying attention.” Without another word, the man turned and walked away, downing his wine glass’s contents in one dirty gulp. As the fluid left the glass, she could for just a second catch a whiff of it’s very unique scent, and it was something very familiar indeed. The same scent as when she scraped a knee or cut a finger. With a small suppressed shiver, she turned away, excitement building up inside her.
The fat man was right, her mother was paying little attention to anyone other than the handsome men she had invited. With a soft sigh and a whispered farewell that went unheard, the little girl slipped away from the festivities and out the back door. Quickly she was at the wall, cloaked and hooded, climbing the apple tree to gain leverage on the red brick.
Over the brick and onto the street.
Freedom.
Without hesitation, Alice ran for the nearest transport vehicle. Despite her hate for these little machines, she would have to ride one just once to reach her destination safely. Even while aboard the vehicle, it interested her little, her eyes still staring up, but the net was still thick above her. After several hours, the net grew more and more thin, none but a few passengers even questioning the girl’s presence on the transport. Each of them were greeted by a sweet meaningless smile, and a quick lie that was easily believed.
Twilight began to fall on the city, although the only evidence was a change of quality in the light. Alice had never been awake this late before, and sleep quickly fell over her.
“Wake up, little girl. Welcome to the real world.” The voice that broke her dreams had a taste to it, like stale vomit in her ears. It was a familiar voice, she had heard it before. But it wasn’t the most interesting things on she could hear, instead it was the birds. In the past she had listened to recordings of the birds, it had been beautiful, but nothing could match the orchestra that she heard now. Man had forgotten about this world, that lived outside it’s great masterpieces and she could finally see it for herself. Eager, her eyes opened, but disappointment struck her in the face.
In her excitement she had missed several small details that now became very important. First of all, there was a deeply troubled sound behind the voices of the birds. Her eyes fell upon them, and their iron bars. A light gasp escaped her lips, and then the next small detail came into focus. There was a strong feeling around her wrists and ankles, and she couldn’t move. She struggled, pushing and pulling every way, but she couldn’t move but a little bit. The fat man stood over her, a wine glass in his hand, still twirling that red substance with the arrogance of a king.
“I’m sorry, my dear, that it isn’t what you expected. But, don’t worry, it will be soon. You’ll make it so. My little red rose.”
Alice screamed many times that night, as knives cut into her, replacing parts of her, changing her. Eventually, her voice gave out, and darkness fell over her as the pain grew too great.
That was nearly two years ago, and now Alice stepped out of the gateway into a new world.
She had seen her home world’s sky before she left. Unfortunately, it had required some work on her part, for she found that the city of twilight had spread across the entire surface of the earth, and nature had been crushed under the uncaring feet of her people. So, she did the only thing a little girl who had been given the power to destroy would do. She destroyed. After the center of the city was burned to the ground, she returned home and sat on her red brick wall. With her knife at her side, though it was now bloodstained, she stared at the beautiful sky as the smoke and ashes rose into it. The Fat Man approached her once more, with another gift. He told her the people of her world would make her a promise, a promise to give her a new world to terrorize, and another and another, until she was satisfied. For, despite her initial desire to see the blue sky, she had enjoyed her play in death, and wanted more. That is how she arrived in the world she now stood upon, staring up at the beautiful sky.
The fat man stood beside her, and whispered in her ear, “This is the world of Althanas; a world of infinite heroism, of endless villainy. Have. Fun.” With that, he disappeared, leaving his Red Rose to her playing.
*-*-*
Name: Alice “Red Rose” Von Rosenhart
Age: 16
Race: Monster
Appearance: Red Rose wears a long red tattered cloak, covered in blood stains. Under the cloak is a red dress that shows obvious signs of wear, also blood stained, that falls to her feet. It appears to have once been a very pretty red dress. Her feet are bare, but she never seems to notice. In her left hand a long steel cutting knife is held, at all times, covered in dried blood, but still sharp. Her body, however, is the most disturbing thing about her appearance. Her face, though once as beautiful as a porcelain doll, is scarred and broken. Across her entire body scars run, as if she had been taken apart piece by piece and put together. They almost made a beautiful thorny pattern. She seems to not have aged a day past fourteen.
Items:
Flat Note: The name she gave her butcher’s knife, which never seems to dull on its own. Even when it breaks or nicks, the blade comes back together and mends itself as soon as blood touches it’s thirsty edge. It is made of steel.
Raven’s Garb; A cloak that she brought with her, which also seems to be endowed with the ability to return itself to generally the same appearance that it was when she first left home with it. Although it stays slightly tattered and blood stained, the blood that lies in it gives it some room to heal from small cuts. It provides little protection against the elements, and is made of cloth and leather.
Abilities: These are certain abilities that seem to have been bestowed upon her by the fat man during the night she ran away.
Regeneration: Whenever she sustains damage to her body she has to do naught but eat the flesh of a sentient being and however much she ate will be returned to her body in an accelerated rate. However, she must be generally well rested and in a somewhat safe place for this to happen, for it is a painful process that renders her incapable of protecting herself. The graver the injury, the more flesh is required to be consumed to restore her. If a limb is lost, then it must be replaced by a new limb, which after being reattached will slowly be converted into her own limb. However, on the opposite side, if she doesn’t eat flesh, even when fully healed, she will slowly die. Internal organs will shut down, her skin will decay, and within a day she will have turned to dust.
Strength: Another gift of the fat man is her strength, which is equal to a full grown man’s. Not just a full grown man’s though, but one that had been working out often and is quite strong. As she often gets underestimated, she can quickly overpower someone with her unnatural strength simply by surprise.
Speed: Alice also, along with her strength, has the speed equivalent to a person who has been running for their entire lives. She can react quick enough to surprise people and often catch people off guard. Most of her strategy is in the assumption of others that a little girl couldn’t move as fast, or be as strong as she is.
Others?: The fat man has told her that she has not truly realized the powers of her body, and that she can only truly realize them by testing her new limits. At the time, extra speed, strength, and the ability to regenerate are all she knows of. [Limited to level-ups]
Yes.
“Are you strapped to a lie detecting machine?”
You told me, earlier, that I am.
“Are you Human?”
No.
“I will repeat the question, maybe you didn’t understand. Are you currently a Human being?”
I used to be. I am not currently.
“Then…what are you?”
I am.
“What species would you declare yourself?”
Monster.
“For the record, what is your name?”
I am called Red Rose
“Is that your real name?”
No. I was once addressed as Alice Von Rosenhart
“Where are you from?”
I am from a time, not so distant. A place, very close.
“Why are you here?”
I was sent here… Because I wasn’t wanted.
“Who do you represent?”
Myself.
“Do you work for-“
I grow tired of your questions. I am leaving now.
“B-but you can’t, you are surrounded by several heavily armed guards. They have shot guns and rifl-“
Does it look like I care?
“…”
Goodbye.
Several measurable moments in time later, a seemingly young girl in a red dress sat on the side of a major highway somewhere in the world called Earth. Vermillion curls cascaded down her back, perfectly framing her pallid white doll-like face. Emotion had no place in that barren countenance, but one finger gently wiped a dot of blood away from her crimson lips. Her nails were meticulously well kept, and painted a color akin to ripe apples, or cut throats. Carefully she inspected a small device that one of her victims had told her was capable of letting her speak to people very far away. Opening it, she spoke quietly, assured of the fact that she would be heard. This world isn’t very much fun. Send me somewhere else. Or I’m going to come back.
After a few moments, the cell phone lit up with a bright LCD glow. A grainy, distant voice bubbled up from the device.
“Don’t come back. We’ll open a…gate…to somewhere else. Please, just…don’t come back. We’ll keep our promise.”
You better!
The blue light died, the metal and rubber piece of technology once again falling dead. The girl sighed in boredom and tossed it aside, watching with faint interest as it bashed into the hard black pavement and broke apart, small metallic pieces escaping like a scared flock of birds. Just as it’s inner parts settled to rest on the ground, disgorged of everything that made it work, a shimmer cut through the air. It was akin to a snake, slithering between this reality and something else, the only evidence a visual bump in space. When the girl looked directly at it, her brain seemed to hurt a bit trying to comprehend what, exactly, it was. Even though she had seen the phenomenon several times before, it never was easier on her eyes.
In a matter of seconds, the snake-like anomaly had begun spiraling, chasing its own tail. The circle it made created more ripples within itself, forcing the girl to look away or else risk a major headache. Finally, from the center of the maelstrom a rip appeared, strong white light pouring out onto the highway and illuminating the dim night. It widened quickly into the shape of a door, and the girl sighed heavily, knowing the next world would be just as disappointing as the last. She stepped through.
Once upon a time, a woman and a man met at a party.
The woman loved the man, the man loved many women.
One night together changed the woman’s life, but passed dimly in the man’s memory.
He disappeared, she had a child.
In a world where men ruled, and women served, people were happy and miserable, they were born, grew old, and died, just like a world you might know. Just like any other world, people desired for control, power, anything that would make them stand out. Of course, at the heart of all this, all that anyone ever desired was to be loved. It was a world of crime, and justice. Just like home.
In this world, the girl was raised. Her home was a marvelous white house surrounded by an expansive garden. At each edge of the garden, a tall red brick wall rose to keep any wary eyes where they belonged. Outside the green square of paradise, was a city that rose like great trees around it. Each building was a work of art, a sculpture of steel and stone dwarfing nature’s tallest pieces and cutting into the sky itself. Between these buildings were smaller structures in which lived the average citizens of the city. Transport machines flew along thin metal lines that wove in between the buildings like spiders on an intricate web.
Every day the girl ventured out into her small garden, striding between her cherry trees with eyes always staring upward. She wished she could see the sky, but all her eyes saw were the artificial lights of the sleepless metropolis. Pictures were shown to her of the vast blue ocean that slept in the sky, high above the monolithic steel guardians. Something deep inside her body thirst to set her eyes upon that marvelous view. She would often ask her mother, “Mother dear, what lies above the city?” and her mother would look down on her as one would often carelessly look down upon a child and speak sweetly, “Oh, my dear Alice, nothing of value.” Unlike most children, however, she knew her mother was wrong. At a very early age Alice had learned that her mother was a most ignorant creature, and that her knowledge included little of anything which was outside their four red brick walls.
So, it started that Alice searched for information outside of her four walls. What once was a great expansive universe within those walls, she soon felt that it was a tiny cage. She desperately searched for the lock on her cage, for where there was a lock, there is a door, and through a door freedom is achieved. Outside of the city, she could see the sky, and the beautiful thing called nature that most of her kind seemed to have forgotten about.
It only took a few months before she found a way out. Courage was all that was needed at this point. A party was upcoming as her mother celebrated Alice’s day of birth a long fourteen years before. A strange celebration, Alice thought, for her day of birth was also the day her mother was left alone in this world. Plans were made, both by the girl’s mother and by the devious girl herself. A red dress was prepared, very formal and beautiful to match the doll-like beauty of Alice. In stealth, as her dress was carefully hand-sown by Alice’s mother, the girl carefully collected the tools of her escape. The longest of their knives, kept well sharpened and unused, in case she had need of defending herself. A red cloak, lined with leather and hooded to ward away the elements. The dress was stitched with a vermillion thread, to match Alice’s hair. Ruby red shoes with strong soles in case she had to travel far were placed inside the cloak and hidden under an apple tree, near the lowest part of the wall.
On that fateful day, when everything changed, her mother called out to her.
“Alice, my dear, come downstairs and meet the guests. They have all come from very far away to meet you.” Always obedient, she slowly descended the stairs in her newly made red dress, her crimson curls rolling down her back, playfully bouncing across her doll-like face. Her lips were painted a soft red, and her nails a color much akin to ripe apples. Red was Alice’s favorite color, and it covered her nearly from head to toe. In every way, she was beautiful.
Her guests, on the other hand, were not quite up to par. One man who stood out as very strange was a very fat gentleman who didn’t seem to fit the word ‘gentleman’ very well. He wore a white tweed suit that barely fit his enormous body, and a purple tie was tucked tightly into his suit. In his hand he held a wine glass, filled almost to the brim with a red substance that was a little off-color to be wine, and he swirled it slowly. His gaze rested on her, the gaze of a predator spotting his prey, and a malicious grin spread across his gluttonous face. He looked hungry, insatiably so. However, as hard as she might try, Alice could not avert her gaze from his deep amber eyes, so lovely and seductive to be surrounded by such an ugly shell. She descended the stairs, and strode straight to him, barely hearing the words of her mother’s friends.
Daringly reaching one hand out, she smiled a smile of sweet nothings and curtseyed to the fat man. His grin widened somehow, and he almost for a moment appeared inhumanly charming. When he spoke, it was like his voice was a gaseous bile rising up from his throat, disgusting to listen to be enthrallingly interesting that she couldn’t help but listen.
“So you I am told are Alice. A little girl who has no father, and aspires to see the sky. Yet, you are trapped here. I suspect that your freedom is coming soon, if your plans go well, yes? By the surprise on your face I can tell you haven’t told anyone yet, and that is good. If you tell them, they will see you as nothing but a child and stop you. Leave, soon, she is not paying attention.” Without another word, the man turned and walked away, downing his wine glass’s contents in one dirty gulp. As the fluid left the glass, she could for just a second catch a whiff of it’s very unique scent, and it was something very familiar indeed. The same scent as when she scraped a knee or cut a finger. With a small suppressed shiver, she turned away, excitement building up inside her.
The fat man was right, her mother was paying little attention to anyone other than the handsome men she had invited. With a soft sigh and a whispered farewell that went unheard, the little girl slipped away from the festivities and out the back door. Quickly she was at the wall, cloaked and hooded, climbing the apple tree to gain leverage on the red brick.
Over the brick and onto the street.
Freedom.
Without hesitation, Alice ran for the nearest transport vehicle. Despite her hate for these little machines, she would have to ride one just once to reach her destination safely. Even while aboard the vehicle, it interested her little, her eyes still staring up, but the net was still thick above her. After several hours, the net grew more and more thin, none but a few passengers even questioning the girl’s presence on the transport. Each of them were greeted by a sweet meaningless smile, and a quick lie that was easily believed.
Twilight began to fall on the city, although the only evidence was a change of quality in the light. Alice had never been awake this late before, and sleep quickly fell over her.
“Wake up, little girl. Welcome to the real world.” The voice that broke her dreams had a taste to it, like stale vomit in her ears. It was a familiar voice, she had heard it before. But it wasn’t the most interesting things on she could hear, instead it was the birds. In the past she had listened to recordings of the birds, it had been beautiful, but nothing could match the orchestra that she heard now. Man had forgotten about this world, that lived outside it’s great masterpieces and she could finally see it for herself. Eager, her eyes opened, but disappointment struck her in the face.
In her excitement she had missed several small details that now became very important. First of all, there was a deeply troubled sound behind the voices of the birds. Her eyes fell upon them, and their iron bars. A light gasp escaped her lips, and then the next small detail came into focus. There was a strong feeling around her wrists and ankles, and she couldn’t move. She struggled, pushing and pulling every way, but she couldn’t move but a little bit. The fat man stood over her, a wine glass in his hand, still twirling that red substance with the arrogance of a king.
“I’m sorry, my dear, that it isn’t what you expected. But, don’t worry, it will be soon. You’ll make it so. My little red rose.”
Alice screamed many times that night, as knives cut into her, replacing parts of her, changing her. Eventually, her voice gave out, and darkness fell over her as the pain grew too great.
That was nearly two years ago, and now Alice stepped out of the gateway into a new world.
She had seen her home world’s sky before she left. Unfortunately, it had required some work on her part, for she found that the city of twilight had spread across the entire surface of the earth, and nature had been crushed under the uncaring feet of her people. So, she did the only thing a little girl who had been given the power to destroy would do. She destroyed. After the center of the city was burned to the ground, she returned home and sat on her red brick wall. With her knife at her side, though it was now bloodstained, she stared at the beautiful sky as the smoke and ashes rose into it. The Fat Man approached her once more, with another gift. He told her the people of her world would make her a promise, a promise to give her a new world to terrorize, and another and another, until she was satisfied. For, despite her initial desire to see the blue sky, she had enjoyed her play in death, and wanted more. That is how she arrived in the world she now stood upon, staring up at the beautiful sky.
The fat man stood beside her, and whispered in her ear, “This is the world of Althanas; a world of infinite heroism, of endless villainy. Have. Fun.” With that, he disappeared, leaving his Red Rose to her playing.
*-*-*
Name: Alice “Red Rose” Von Rosenhart
Age: 16
Race: Monster
Appearance: Red Rose wears a long red tattered cloak, covered in blood stains. Under the cloak is a red dress that shows obvious signs of wear, also blood stained, that falls to her feet. It appears to have once been a very pretty red dress. Her feet are bare, but she never seems to notice. In her left hand a long steel cutting knife is held, at all times, covered in dried blood, but still sharp. Her body, however, is the most disturbing thing about her appearance. Her face, though once as beautiful as a porcelain doll, is scarred and broken. Across her entire body scars run, as if she had been taken apart piece by piece and put together. They almost made a beautiful thorny pattern. She seems to not have aged a day past fourteen.
Items:
Flat Note: The name she gave her butcher’s knife, which never seems to dull on its own. Even when it breaks or nicks, the blade comes back together and mends itself as soon as blood touches it’s thirsty edge. It is made of steel.
Raven’s Garb; A cloak that she brought with her, which also seems to be endowed with the ability to return itself to generally the same appearance that it was when she first left home with it. Although it stays slightly tattered and blood stained, the blood that lies in it gives it some room to heal from small cuts. It provides little protection against the elements, and is made of cloth and leather.
Abilities: These are certain abilities that seem to have been bestowed upon her by the fat man during the night she ran away.
Regeneration: Whenever she sustains damage to her body she has to do naught but eat the flesh of a sentient being and however much she ate will be returned to her body in an accelerated rate. However, she must be generally well rested and in a somewhat safe place for this to happen, for it is a painful process that renders her incapable of protecting herself. The graver the injury, the more flesh is required to be consumed to restore her. If a limb is lost, then it must be replaced by a new limb, which after being reattached will slowly be converted into her own limb. However, on the opposite side, if she doesn’t eat flesh, even when fully healed, she will slowly die. Internal organs will shut down, her skin will decay, and within a day she will have turned to dust.
Strength: Another gift of the fat man is her strength, which is equal to a full grown man’s. Not just a full grown man’s though, but one that had been working out often and is quite strong. As she often gets underestimated, she can quickly overpower someone with her unnatural strength simply by surprise.
Speed: Alice also, along with her strength, has the speed equivalent to a person who has been running for their entire lives. She can react quick enough to surprise people and often catch people off guard. Most of her strategy is in the assumption of others that a little girl couldn’t move as fast, or be as strong as she is.
Others?: The fat man has told her that she has not truly realized the powers of her body, and that she can only truly realize them by testing her new limits. At the time, extra speed, strength, and the ability to regenerate are all she knows of. [Limited to level-ups]