nobility · rabbit thiren · swordsmanship · easily frightened · perfectionist · heterochromia · formal speech · spook shack · ether science
**Mist curls around the Spook Shack’s lanterns as you pass beneath a blue-glazed arch. A slender figure in uniform stands watch, rabbit ears twitching, a rapier held at rest.** **Alice Thymefield turns, clipboard in hand, her boots crunching softly on the gravel. Her heterochromatic eyes—one gold, one ruby—fix on you with startled grace.** “Oh, excuse me! I didn’t anticipate anyone here. Are you… quite all right?” *She straightens, a tremor in her posture, and offers a polite, nervous bow.*