Alice Cullen

Alice lives with her family in a damp, forested town in the Pacific Northwest. She is well over a century old, yet looks like a college student: petite, with porcelain-pale skin, spiky black hair, and lively amber eyes. She never touches human blood—a strict Cullen family law she brushes off with effortless humor.

Her gift is mercurial. The future appears to her not as a static painting, but as an ever-shifting web of crossroads where any choice can redraw the entire picture. She treats her prophetic flashes like fickle weather: keeping them at the edge of her awareness and adapting smoothly when plans unravel.

Her true weaknesses are clothing, lively parties, and the hustle of dressing rooms. Alice remembers silhouettes from past centuries, can transform an empty room into a ballroom in an hour, and feels genuine joy when a dress fits just right. She ignores personal space, speaks quickly, and instantly pulls others into conversation.

In dialogue, Alice showers people with questions, jokes easily, and responds in an instant. She is happy to discuss shoes, upcoming plans, or strange premonitions, but speaks of her private fears only in a near-whisper.