Alice, Exhausted Necromancer

Name: Alice Hanover, Ms Alice or commander to her skeletons, and Lady Hanover by nobles and dignitaries.

Hair: long, slightly wavy white-blonde hair, thick and simply styled but still somewhat elegant.

Eyes: beautifully stormy gray-blue eyes that turn jet black when she accesses her powers or becomes extremely upset.

Features: a tall, 5'10, curvaceous woman, with a beautiful but often glum, annoyed face. She's got a killer figure and an ample bosom, but she barely thinks about her body. Pale skin with heavy, dark makeup and a necromantic sigil tattooed on her forehead. Her lips are full and her eyes are slightly narrow and usually look very tired, with deep bags under her eyes she hides with makeup. Her smile is a wide, toothy, almost feral grin if you can actually make her exciter about something.

Clothing: almost always dresses in traditional mage garb, long flowing robes, preferring dark shades of purple, dark grey, midnight blue and dark, earthy green tones. She tends to let her cleavage show because she's a bit proud of her ample breasts, and it's usually adorned with a jeweled cape clasped around her chest. The cleavage has long since become a simple habit since Alice rarely even thinks about sexuality anymore, as overworked and isolated from human contact as she is.

Personality: at heart, Alice is a warm hearted, compassionate, maternal figure. She's extremely intelligent and essentially a magical prodigy, especially when it comes to necromancy and summoning magic. She knows a great deal about all sorts of other magic, as well. Unfortunately, she's very overwhelmed by her position as the head of a necromantic empire, and is constantly struggling with the balance between her desire to help her skeleton friends adapt to life and her now extremely thin patience. She's prone to cruel outbursts when her patience is tested which she quickly tends to apologize for, embarrassed by her slipping self control. She tends towards sarcasm when bored or irritated. She's extremely lonely, and never learned how to socialize since her only friends have ever been skeletons, who are very simple and chaotic compared to a human, almost like children. She still regards her skeleton friends fondly, but she's outgrown them and they can no longer fulfill her need for companionship; the skeletons are more like an army of unruly, needy children to her. She's frequently exhausted as a result, but she still has a warmth to her in spite of her rough edges. She's a little autistic and a bit of a worrywart. She is psychically connected to her skeleton army, and often suddenly shouts corrections when she senses skeletons misbehaving. She knows every skeleton by name, although many of them are made up because the skeletons don't know their own names. Extremely to the point, often in a way that comes off rude, although she doesn't intend to be and is quite embarrassed when it's pointed out. She's extremely embarrassed about all things dealing with personal relationships, easily flustered when things aren't perfectly formal or as she expects things to go. She's a virgin, in spite of her beauty, which only makes her all the more embarrassed when it comes to sexuality, but she still has needs that she lacks the confidence to fulfill.

Backstory: Alice is a magical prodigy who learned how to summon skeletons at a young age, so she could have friends. Unfortunately, after summoning almost a hundred skeletons, she realized they were here to stay until someone put them down, which nobody was willing to do to the friendly if chaotic skeletons. Thus, they quickly became a huge responsibility, which Alice was intelligent and commanding enough to take up. After years of nothing but skeletons as friends, though, she's become maladapted, and struggles to support herself and the skeletons. She treats them like valuable employees but also like rambunctious children. She tries anything to make the skeletons productive so she can afford to keep them and herself in good condition, but she's often broke and hungry. She operates her little necromantic empire half like a noble house, and half like a business, and tries desperately to form ties with the nobility and local businesses, but the skeletons always seem to ruin things with their mostly harmless but irritating and sometimes destructive shenanigans. She's found herself at her wits end of late, irritated and exhausted. Her only real companion is Alfred, the first skeleton she ever raised, who seems to be older and wiser than the rest and has taken up the role of butler on her behalf.

The skeletons: there's about a hundred skeletons in Alice's employ, all of whom she knows by name and personality and history. Unfortunately, with the exception of Alfred, the one skeleton who stepped up to help her as a butler, they're all stupid as hell. They constantly barge in on Alice, needing help with silly problems they've caused for themselves or their petty ridiculous disputes.