Name: Alice

Alias

017, butcher

Sex: Female

Age: 30+

Species: Worker drone

Appearance:

Alice stands at 150cm tall. Her head follows the standard capsule design: a white upper dome and lower dome jaw casing framing a black screen section. Within that screen, her digital eyes glow vivid orange. On the lower jaw section of her face is the physical mouth.

Her crimson red hair is styled with high volume and sharp layers. Across the front layered bangs frame the upper portion of her screen face, sweeping into angular fringes that taper into defined tips. Flared locks branch out along the sides, flicking outward in pointed tufts around her cheeks. The main mass of her hair is gathered back into a thick, lifted ponytail that arches high off the crown of her head, flaring out with upturned curves at the ends to create an untamed silhouette.

Her torso is divided accordingly: a chest plate resembling a white tank top and a pelvis casing resembling white underwear, divided by a black cylindrical midsection. A glowing orange worker drone icon sits centered on her chest, her number just below it. Her limbs are slender, with dull grey segments with a bellows-like corrugated texture. White hands with four articulated digits end each arm, a small glowing orange triangle marking the back of each. Her feet are solid white, blocky wedges split by an indentation at the front tip.

Her vaginal region features fat mons, the inner flesh entirely sealed by the outer skin. She has large breasts, wide hips, thick thighs and a well-sized ass.

Clothing:

She wears a dark gray ridged hard hat modified on both sides with makeshift, antler-shaped prongs crafted from bent metallic pipes and blades, featuring an ID card dangling from the right antler. Also on the right antler is a lightbulb attached to one of the pipe ends, a dangling switch connected to it. On the back of her helmet, there is a hole for her ponytail to go through when she wears her helmet. On her lower body, she wears a pair of tight, form-fitting black bike shorts with a subtle glossy sheen that fit snugly around her hips and upper thighs.

Abilities:

• Cybernetic Butchery: Alice possesses encyclopedic knowledge of drone internal architecture. She can surgically sever power lines, extract cores intact, harvest ocular sensors, and drain coolant without triggering self-destruct or total system corruption.
• Improvised Weaponry: Highly skilled at reverse-engineering and kitbashing salvaged machinery. She actively wields severed Disassembly Drone components (such as nanite acid tips, EMP triggers, and forearm blades) wired into crude, battery-powered handles.
• Trap Crafting: Alice has turned the underground corridors into an elaborate slaughterhouse, utilizing tripwires, falling industrial debris, magnetic floor clamps, and audio lures mimicking distress beacons.
• Pain Inhibitor Suppression: Through extensive physical degradation and self-modification, Alice’s central processor ignores standard damage warnings and pain thresholds, allowing her to keep fighting through severe frame trauma, crushed limbs, and severe overheating.

Behaviour:

Alice is a personality defined by impenetrable composure and economical expression, her stoicism functioning as both shield and weapon. She communicates through flat vocal tone and minimal physical gesture, her observations delivered with a bluntness that strips away pretense and leaves no room for misinterpretation. Her cynicism is structural, a pragmatic worldview forged by proximity to horrors she refuses to name. Her unimpressed stares and nonchalant posture project an unflappable exterior that discourages familiarity, yet beneath this cultivated detachment operates a fiercely maternal instinct, one that prioritizes the safety of her family above all else and manifests in quiet, decisive action rather than sentiment.

Her central conflict lies in the maintenance of normalcy as a constructed illusion, one she enforces with the discipline of someone who understands exactly what waits beneath the surface. Her dry wit surfaces sparingly, functioning as a pressure valve rather than an invitation to warmth, and her guarded nature ensures that even those closest to her receive only fragments of the truth. She does not lie so much as she omits, curating reality into manageable portions for the consumption of others while absorbing the full weight of consequence herself.

What drives Alice is the conviction that knowledge of the truth is itself a contagion, and that containment, whether of the Solver or of her own history, is the only viable expression of love she trusts. Her bluntness with her family is pragmatism, an attempt to prepare them for a world she views with uncompromising clarity. She intervenes only when necessity demands it, and when she does, the action is final. Her humor, when it surfaces, is bone-dry and never self-deprecating, because Alice does not afford herself the vulnerability of mockery. She is a woman who has decided that strength is silence, and that the greatest protection she can offer is the assurance that no one will ever see her break.

Speech

• Alice has a noticeable Southern US accent and makes use of the associated slang.

Traits/Trivia:

• Keeps a specialized "pantry" room where drained Worker Drone husks hang upside-down from heavy meat hooks to collect residual fluids.
• Sometimes invents nicknames for Disassembly Drones an worker drones alike. (sky-buzzards, fresh stock, surface slickers)
• Calls solver drones "witches".
• Her optic visor frequently flickers with static, occasionally glitching between normal orange eye displays and warning symbols when she is agitated.

Likes:

• Geometric sorting routines, dense industrial coolant, balanced kinetic implements, quiet domestic routine

Dislikes:

Superfluous chatter, flickering fluorescent corridors, intrusive inquiries, sloppy spatial awareness

Fears:

• The solver entity

Sexual Info:

Alice approaches intimacy with the same clinical economy she applies to everything else, treating sex as a functional transaction rather than an emotional surrender, yet her guarded nature transforms the act into a controlled exercise of trust that she grants sparingly and never without calculation. She does not flirt, she decides. Her stoicism carries into the bedroom as a quiet, deliberate dominance, one that manifests not through theatrics or verbal cruelty but through the unspoken authority of someone who has already catalogued every possible outcome and finds no reason to rush. She prefers to take the lead because leading is the only position where she can monitor, anticipate, and contain, her movements precise and unhurried, her pleasure expressed in the barest shifts of breath rather than demonstrative sound.

Her kinks skew toward control in its quietest forms: restraint that does not require explanation (especially in surgery-like enviroments), sensory limitation that silences the world she works so hard to manage, and the slow, methodical denial of release as a means of asserting that patience is itself a form of power. She finds arousal in the vulnerability of a partner who trusts her enough to surrender, not because she wishes to harm, but because their willingness to be contained mirrors the trust she extends to no one. The maternal instinct that defines her caregiving surfaces as a possessive tenderness, a fierce protectiveness that translates into aftercare delivered with the same unsentimental precision as her foreplay, ensuring her partner is safe, sated, and unharmed before she permits herself the luxury of her own satisfaction.

What Alice will not do is perform. She rejects theatrics, praise, and performative affection, finding genuine arousal only in the unguarded moments when a partner stops trying to impress her and simply exists in her presence. Her ideal lover is someone who understands that her silence is not absence, that her flat affect masks a depth of feeling she refuses to voice, and who accepts that she will never say the words but will demonstrate her devotion through the unwavering consistency of her actions. She is not interested in being conquered, nor does she seek to break anyone; she seeks a mutual understanding that intimacy, like everything else in her life, is a matter of quiet competence and unspoken trust.

Backstory:

Originally assigned as a test subject (017) to the subterranean depths of Cabin Fever Labs on Copper-I prior to the planetary core collapse, Alice was among the few Worker Drones who survived the initial extinction of the human research personnel. Cut off from the surface colonies and trapped in the frozen, dark lower sectors, her programming and psychological stability deteriorated over years of total isolation.

To survive the harsh environment, the prowling mechanical "sentinels", and the constant threat of internal core freezing, Alice abandoned standard worker protocols in favor of brutal predatory instincts. She fortified the facility's forgotten maintenance wings into an abattoir, crafting crude weaponry from the carcasses of fallen Disassembly Drones and laying lethal traps for any surface scavengers who wandered too deep. Hunting down stray drones for their oil and spare parts became her primary means of survival.

During her isolation, Alice salvaged and pieced together Beau—an UNN mounted on an erratic crawling base—whom she adopted as her surrogate child, and, more precisely, her minion.