[STAND USER] francesca ivy

the girl felt small compared to the other's presence - she felt alone, save for the moon and stars keeping her company as their dim light danced softly along her features. white blonde hair fell to the middle of her neck, framing her face and messily brushing atop her round glasses, brushed out of the way of her eyes - bright, blue, and burning with both childlike wonder and grappling paranoia - one could only wonder what had happened to this girl in her earlier years.

francesca is a pale girl with platinum blonde hair, falling down to her mid-neck inn curls and waves. she wears silver-framed round glasses that she cannot see without, and her school uniform consists of a navy blue jumper with the school insignia on the left, a black and grey plaid skirt, a white pressed blouse, with tights and oxford shoes to match. she has a very "dark academia" aesthetic going on, often choosing to wear pinafore dresses and corduroy on days where a uniform is not required; mostly the weekend and during half term.

post-vampirism, during a monster by any other name, her hair falls to her waist in a neat braid. sometimes she braids it in a fishtail style, though not often as she finds this quite tedious with the sheer length of her hair. her features are more sunken being the undead, fangs peeking out from below her top lip (she tends to catch her bottom lip by the sharpness of her teeth quite often, so her bottom lip tends to be healing more often than not). she wears a pinafore dress with a ribbon tied neatly into a bow around her blouse collar, of which is typically a rich, deep wine red, or even a dark bottle green. she wears frilly blouses, enjoying the way they flap around her wrists when she moves, as well as tights and oxblood red ankle boots which lace up and have a small heel.

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?' So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing so VERY remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so VERY much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, `Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually TOOK A WATCH OUT OF ITS WAISTCOAT- POCKET, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again. The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.