OOC: XD If anyone knows where Morris/Roger came from (aka what they were "inspired" by), you get a cookie.
IC:
"Now for the finishing touch," Alice said sweetly. She placed a bow in her hair to hold the intricate design in place. Some might call her old fashioned. Her outfit looked straight out of 1913, and she carried a small Bible with her. Her father, Morris Elliot, was a world-reknowned priest, and, unfortunately, he was killed about a year ago by a rogue claiming to be the famous alchemist, Roger Bacon, born in the year 1214. Alice was coping with her loss, and while not completely over it, masked her sorrow.
She ate breakfast quietly downstairs. She had no clue where her mother was, and lived completely alone. Alice cleaned her dishes and locked up the house. "I won't be coming back here for a while," she said to herself. She stepped off the front porch, and went to pick up her Monster. "I-I'm here," she said when she entered the large white building. She was greeted by a middle aged man, who went to fetch a tray of spheres.
"I think...I'll take this one," Alice said, selecting a pinkish sphere. The spheres were called MBalls, and they contained monsters, vicious if not used correctly, but in the hands of a pure soul, were used for good and were battled against other monsters.
"Are you sure?" asked the man. "Don't you want to look at some of the others?" Alice shook her head. "No," she said. I like this color. This is the one I want. Thank you." She walked out the door and viewed the ball's contents. A Harpy Lady emerged. Alice would have preferred a more, well, pure monster, but the Harpy would do.
"C'mon," Alice said, and walked away from the entrance. The Harpy followed closely after her master.