As promised, here's the bio for my Phantom Blood OC!
Hope you all like her!
Name: Alicia Grace Speedwagon (Was Hughes before she married)
Species: Human
Age at the start of Phantom Blood: The same age as Dio, so I think 13.
Height when she's done growing: 5'3.5
Hair: Dark brown, curly, down to her shoulders. She usually keeps it in a bun when working, but will have it in a half-up style when out on the town.
Eyes: Ocean blue with forest green flecks throughout.
Skin: Somewhat pale, but not terribly so. Freckles over the face and down to the shoulders.
Build: Slender, but fairly strong. Nimble and capable.
Outfits: Alicia wears a maid outfit when working. When not working, she wears a Victorian blouse with a green and brown plaid vest over it as well as a brown skirt with buttons down the front. She has a few other vests and skirts, one set more formal and one more casual set for when she visits Ogre Alley on charity business. When it's cold, she wears a dark blue cloak with brown fur trim. She also typically wears shin-high boots even while working, with a warmer, fur-lined pair for winter.
Abilities: Has some medical knowledge, but not much. No Hamon abilities whatsoever, though she is curious about it. Speedwagon teaches her a little bit of self-defense when she starts going to Ogre Alley.
Personality: Friendly, kind, but not naive. Sharp wit when she wants it. Independent and capable. Would do about anything for her friends and loved ones.
Occupation: Maid for the Joestar family.
Misc: Alicia a great judge of character, similar to Speedwagon. Her father is William Hughes, the Joestar's cook. She was taught by Mrs. Pendleton, going to the Pendleton house every school-day from about 10 years old to 15 years old, then Dr. Pendleton took his family to India and Mr. Joestar offered her a job as a maid and she accepted. She also starts bringing extra food and blankets from the Joestar estate to Ogre Alley every two weeks.
Anyway, now on to the story!
God Bless and Good Day!
I can hardly believe I'm actually allowed to go.
After pleading and arranging things with my father, Mr. Joestar, Master Jonathan, and my cousin, I'm finally allowed to go to Ogre Alley to start my charity work!
Truth be told, I'm rather nervous. I've gotten many lectures on the situation in Ogre Alley, so I know what I'm getting into, but at the same time...I cannot help wanting to help these poor people.
Now...where is my cousin's house again?
I'm so thoroughly distracted, examining the houses, that I failed to see the gentleman in front of me.
As such, I regrettably knock into him and fall backward, landing a bit awkwardly.
I then look up to see who my victim is. He's a tall man with longer blonde hair, a proud set to his figure, and a jagged scar running up the left side of his face. All in all, a roughish but charming figure.
I regret to say I just sat there, feeling rather embarrassed and shy all of a sudden.
He smirks at me and extends a hand to assist me. I take it after a moment's hesitation. "Here now, what's a fine little thing like you doing all the way out here?" He asks coyly, a wolfish grin on his face.
I grab the basket of bread and cheese I'd brought to hand out. The rest of the charity items awaited me at my cousin's house.
"I…" I swallow. "Well, I had arranged to meet my cousin here, but I seem to have lost my way." I reply sheepishly, inching a bit away from this strange man.
He leans down to me a little, that smirk still there as he tilts his head a bit. "What's yer name then, love?"
Would it be wise to give him my name? I don't know him! He could be trying to rob me for all I know!
...Surely my first name alone couldn't hurt, could it? Maybe not, but in the event this man is untrustworthy... "..." I swallow nervously, hoping my refusal to tell him my name wouldn't arouse his anger. "M-my cousin's name is Gregory Hughes. Do you know where he lives?"
"Hmmm...I might." The man replies, straightening, and I swear he seems disappointed I didn't trust him with my first name.
I narrow my eyes a little. What is this man playing at? Surely he doesn't think I am foolish enough to trust him after we have only just met?
"Will you guide me?" I press. Better to stand firm with these types...I think.
He chuckles and leans further toward me. "Perhaps...for a price." I stumble back several paces, my heart hammering in my chest.
"I don't have money on me if that's what you want." I inform him curtly, trying to still my breathing and heartbeat.
He laughs. "No, no, sweet thing." Is his retort, wagging a finger at me as if I were a wayward child as he approaches, and I match his approach with equal steps backward. "All I want is a little of that bread in your basket."
I blink in surprise, my feet stalling out. "That's...that's all?" I manage to ask through my shock. I thought for sure if he wasn't after money...he'd have asked for something far darker.
"Of course. Food's been scarce round these parts lately. Course, I wouldn't refuse a kiss, as a bonus."
That banished my fear. This rogue was toying with me! "You scamp!" I strike him on the shoulder. "That's no way to talk to a lady!"
"Ow! Damn, woman! You got a mean slap and a temper to match!" He protests, rubbing his shoulder in irritation.
"Then mind your manners and I won't have to resort to violence." I retort, as coy as he had been earlier with me, crossing my arms.
"You cheeky little- -" He steps forward, looking rather angry, then suddenly stops and laughs. "You know, I like your spirit, friend. C'mon, then. Let's get yah to this Gregory's place before he worries too much about you."
I blink again. Why would he change attitudes just like that? "...Here." I reach into my basket on instinct and grab the requested loaf.
"What's this?" The man asks, eyeing the bread like it was foreign to him.
"The payment for your guidance." I reply, smiling.
After all, if I fed the man, he'd be more inclined to hold true to our arrangement...wouldn't he?
"Oh, I...I was largely kiddin' about the bread! But if you're genuine, missie…" He licks his lips. "I'll take it."
I let him take it. "Of course you can have it. There's plenty to go round."
"If you're still in a generous mood, miss, why not give me a kiss, too, eh? On the cheek?" He asks, grinning wolfishly again and tapping his cheek.
"Don't push your luck, sir!" I snap back, not meaning the harshness to my tone, playfully raising my hand as if to smack him again.
"Alright, alright, then. Fair's fair." He chuckles, then bites into the loaf hungrily as we walk. "Saints above, it's like it was made by angels!" He praises, mouth full of bread.
I laugh. "My father baked them for me last night and I brought some cheese to go along with it."
"Yer father ain't no slouch in the kitchen, let me tell you!" The loaf is already half gone! This poor man must've truly been hungry...
A thought then occurs to me. I was letting this man guide me, presumably to my cousin's house, as well as eat a loaf of Papa's bread, and yet...I didn't even know this man's name, nor he mine.
"Yes. He makes anything taste divine." I reply, smiling. "Now, forgive my forwardness, but I realize we have yet to introduce ourselves..."
He stops for a moment, both in his assault on the bread and his progress down the street. He then finishes the bread in his mouth before taking off his hat and sweeping into a small bow. "Robert E.O Speedwagon, at yer service!" He replies, grinning happily. He extends a hand. "And who, pray tell, do I have the pleasure of escorting this fine morning?"
Finding this man amusing, I put my hand in his. "Alicia Grace Hughes."
"My my, what a lovely name it is." He replies smoothly, kissing my knuckles and making my cheeks feel rather warm.
This man wasn't anything like what my father described the men of Ogre Alley to be...he was polite and genuine.
He could have easily either robbed me or, well, any number of things might have happened, but instead Robert, though we'd only just met, felt almost familiar to me. It's as if this meeting were fated to happen…
"You charmer." I chuckle, my cheeks still feeling rather warm.
"Only for pretty gals like you." He teases in return, making my cheeks feel aflame. "Now, shall we, madame?" He offers his arm and I slide mine through his, marveling at how well they intertwine.
"We shall."