Post by zaach1 on Mar 7, 2010 11:04:51 GMT -7
† Elizabeth - Lucia - Franklin †
†Effy†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Elizabeth Lucia Franklin
Nicknames: Eliza, Effy, Beth, Eli.
Gender: Female.
Race: Vampire.
Age: One hundred and ninety six (Shh, I like pushing limits).
Age they appear: 18.
Occupation: Assasain.
Orientation: What she likes to call 'bi-sexy'
Health Problems: None.
† Personality †
Basic Personality:
"if you really want to get to know the person you all now know as 'elizabeth', you would first have to find yourself an english dictionary and look up the word 'the' (not the old english version, please). once you've found that word go ahead and find the word 'very' (it's not that hard, i promise), then 'epitome', 'of' - there be no need for you to find 'the' again, unless you're completely dull and boring and really, really want too - 'word', 'weird' (you're almost there, i promise, just one last thing). now, under 'weird' you should find 'elizabeth lucia franklin'. if it's not there, i sugges that you try looking under the word; 'bizzare', or even 'strange'. however, on the off-chance that it's not under either of those words, i suggest you get yourself a new pair of reading glasses (as they used to say, 'you should have gone to specsavers'), or find yourself a new dictionary that does. though, if it's there, it's all cleared up and you'll know, pretty much, what to except from me; 'elizabeth'.
... but not really.
i'm eccentric in the sense of 'going overboard' and i certainly don't know when to stop. you could say that my personality needs to be modified to a certain extent, whereby i'm not floundering around the place with an air of suspicion hanging around me - like a 'vampire cloak' (haha, that made me laugh), or invisibilty cloak, whichever floats your harry potter obssessed boats. i'm definitely a trouble maker - have been for the past... lot of years - a fighter, and a person that will not let down ever after i've had my share. coincidentally... speaking of sharing; i dislike doing that (sharing) with anything, though i'm definitely the type of girl to go up to you and possibly steal a couple of your fries, or even ask to borrow your lighter and not give it back until you were to, say, get mad at me? oh, and just so you know, if that does happen and i do have your lighter, you won't get it back nicely, i will throw it.
now, although i've mentioned that i'm a fighter; i don't really like the concept of violence, i'd always thought of it as an act of... well, violence. i've also, always found it prude, crude, rude and petty (which isn't saying much about myself, to be honest with you). though this is possibly the reason as to why and how i ended up getting into a lot of fights with mortals and vampires alike. oh, yeah this might also be due to the fact that i'm the one to start most of the fights by provoking and winding up the people i get into these fights with. when i'm in my 'zone' there is no way of getting me out of it (unless you stick a pretty boy or girl under my nose), i will not back down. i will stand my ground and use every ounce of my vampire strength and moral vampiric fibre to get the other person, or people, to quit before it turns out even ugler than what it was beforehand. then again, if it were a mortal i could always... bite them.
another thing that i feel i should mention about myself is the fact that, althought i'm attractive and i know this, and i can be percieved as a 'manmanizer' (which is actually kind of fun), i'm not. funnily enough. no; this is more than likely due to the fact that 'my girl'; charlotte, practically had me wrapped around her little finger. whatever whimsical wish or desire that she may have had, you could always guarentee that i would be there to fulfill this for her, no matter the cost. could i be a hopeless romantic, secretly?! why yes, yes i could be, or am.
if you haven't already noticed/guessed by now, i, elizabeth, am a rather complex creature (and i mean that in two senses, of course); i study psychology and people, and i use this to the advantage. i'm able to analyse people and manipulate them into showing their emotions; which i, more often than not, will use for my own personal gain... and pleasure. kicking a person whilst they are already down is a lot of fun, wouldn't you agree? wait, what? are you calling me a coward? ... ah, but alas, i can not deny it. i concur that i am a slight coward.
myself, elizabeth lucia franklin am nothing more than a hopelessly romantic (slight) coward, with nothing to live for except my pride; shallow-ness; conceited-ness; big-headed-ness and whimsical desires of myself, woman and charlotte (well, when she was alive anyway... ) - although, i do admit that i am a rather excellent musician and artist."
Likes:
† Pissing people off.
† Glow sticks.
† The thrill of a chase.
† Adrenaline rushes.
† Watching people suffer.
† 3D glasses.
Hates:
† Rust.
† Humans not co-operating.
† Snow.
† Being alone.
† Churches.
† Travelling endlessly.
Talents:
† Pissing people off.
† Chasing humans.
† Music.
† Making people suffer.
† Breaking hearts.
Habits:
† Licks her fingers after every meal.
† Staring at people to make them nervous.
† Bounces around when overly sarcastic.
† Chews her hair.
† Coughs to cover up words.
† Appearance †
Skin Color: Pale.
Hair Color: Red, orange, yellow, blonde.
Eye Color: Mysterious green/grey.
Build: Small an d slim.
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: Ears pierced; two tattoo's.
Choice of Clothing: Jeans and t-shirts with overly sized hoodies, or a skirt or a dress.
Other: She likes big sunglasses.
† History †
History:
"I was born, would you believe it or not, on December twenty fift some one hundred and ninety six years ago ( I appear to be just eighteen, or slightly younger ), my parents names were Alexandré and Mya, and I was a twin; the youngest, and a girl. My sibling was a boy and they named him Alexandré - like we wouldn't get confused. I, however, was named Elizabeth. According to the parents I was ill and it looked like I wasn't going to get any better, but I certainly proved them right, didn't I? Otherwise I wouldn't be here right now. Yeah, anyway.. Alexandré was allowed home before I was - spending several weeks in the care of a midwife at the hospital. Had some heart trouble I did, wasn't expected to live through the night. However, once I started to get better and showed excellent signs of improving I was allowed back home to Bordeaux. As a young child I was a loon - I was quiet, not fussy and I refused to eat; my lack of current height and weight will negotiate. At the age of five we were moved out of Bordeaux and into America (not quite sure why this was). Alexandré and I were placed into this kind of day school thing with scary look ladies and ugly looking babies. We looked very out of place with our brilliant blonde hair and dazzling blue and green eyes. Haha, I remember this one time where Alexandré decided to paint me and I was the one to get in trouble over it... wait, that's not funny.
Our lives were pretty darn normal if I'm honest with you. Both Alexandré and myself grew up learning how to respect older people - unfortunately when I was seven I ended up in the hospital place... again, but don't fear! I got better in no time, and when I turned eleven I came to learn that daddy owed an awful lot of money to dirty people, who... I hate talking about this part. These 'dirty people' came to our house in the middle of the night and claimed the life of my mother; they would have claimed my life too if my daddy hadn't used his brains and got myself, Alexandré and himself out of the house before it could happen. He took us 'out of harms way' back to Bordeaux. After that night I never went anywhere without Alexandré... well, except to the bathroom of course, 'cause that would be.. odd. Yeah, it would be odd. Anyway! After we spent one agonising year in Bordeaux missing everyone that was near and dear to me, I started to develop a change in my personality, but it was only slightly and I began to wonder if those men would ever find me and carry out their word. I hated being back in Bordeaux, it reminded me too much of my mothere - which brought on the nightmares and migraines, which eventually turned into a big problem. Daddy wouldn't take me to get checked out, so Alexandré and I went, and got in trouble for doing so.
When the year of 'laying low' was finally up we returned to Manhattan, but alas... daddy started to change, and I wound up getting the blame for mother's death. He used to beat me black and blue, whilst I had a couple of 'accidental suicide attempts'. There was one particular night that struck me so hard I actually ran away from home. Only to be found be a complete stranger who turned out to be a vampire... fuck my life, seriously. I had no strength to fight him off as he choose to bite me, draining all my blood and taking me back to his.. wherever he lived. A few hours; I was out for a few hours, and on my third hour I was up and walking and this guy decided that it would be a good idea to explain to me that he'd 'sired' me, because it looked as though my 'life was ending but beginning at the same time'. Yes, this confused me greatly, but you know what? I didn't really give two monkey's about it. I felt considerably lighter and powerful. He offered me pennance in the form of food and shelter and guided me in the 'vampire ways' until I was strong enough to get on with my own life. However, one particular night drove me insane, and in the heat of the moment I did something both terribly disturbing and horrifying. I snuck into the house, and in a fit of rage I bared my teeth on him; whispered something malicious into his ear and sank my teeth into his neck; killing him. I didn't feel one ounce of regret. I did, however, flee the house and the country, going back to Bordeaux for a little reminising time. I started to wander, doomed to a life of endless wandering, which is exactly how I ended up here; in England."
Mother/Father: Mya & Alexandré Franklin.
Siblings: Alexandré Franklin II.
Offspring: None.
Other: Pet dog called Rocket.
† RP example †
morning. or rather just another word for the original word 'sunset'. the part of the day that typically precedes midday, afternoon, evening and night - unless you're that much of an idiot and don't really know the difference between morning and night. kind of like honoré.. well, at this particular moment in time anyway. it would have been a rather personal sense after having woken up, but it was an irrespective response to the current time of day. having absolutely no idea what the time was or even where he was situated. at the moment the only thing he knew was the fact that it was still dark and he was comfortable. the comfort didn't last very long though; he turned in his position and made a rather unfortunate acquaintence with something very hard (which he would later find out was actually the floor of the room he had shared with the other members of the part from last night). bleary eyed and slightly confused; the unusually proportioned male climbed to his feet, using whatever he could get his hands on as an accomplice to the proceedings. sure it took around two minutes, maybe more. but eventually he was in an upright position and his hands were all over his face. there was stubble on his chin, along with some, unidentified, sticky substance; his eyes were probably all blotchy and red and his clothe-- wait... honoré patted his body down, making sure that he was still wearing his clothes. he was. close call there. imagine how embarassing it would have been to be stark naked!
shaking his head to clear the sleep out of his eyes - which is, between me and you, a rather pointles exercise - honoré then attempted to adjust his eyes to the new surroundings, or old surroundings, but was, unfortunately, unsuccessful in that department. it was still pretty dark inside the room and probably outside the...wherever he was too. he had no idea what time it was and was now going to correct his earlier summary of the time of day being morning, and say that it was night - the period of time where the sun is below the horizon. yeah, that would do. bringing a hand to his head, honoré went to run his fingers through his hair but only felt a bush - oh yeah, he'd cut off most of his hair a couple of weeks or so ago. damn. he was still not used to having short hair. maybe he'd grow it back again, maybe. just maybe. actually, come to think of it. he had rather liked the longer hair; it took a lot to get used to the short hair. then again... having long hair sometimes came with consequences, did it not? that and the fact that it took more care than short hair. oh, but he did like using the straighteners - when he could be bothered, of course. damnit. he'd decide later.
a loud yawn escaped his lips as he started to move towards the bathroom; as noisey as he was, honoré did try to keep quiet, but there was times like these where he had no idea what he was doing and usually ended up standing on squeaky things, or stubbing his toe/stepping on something and yelling out in pain. however, after miraculously getting to the bathroom without being so noisey. sliding his hand down the back of his pyjama bottoms, honoré scratched his ass; at the same time he brought his other hand up to his head and scratched the top of it. for a moment he looked like evolution gone wrong. an ape!? no, really. and it was probably d-evolution with that scene. how comical that would have been to a passerby - great picture for the paparazzi! unfortunately, it probably wouldn't have been a very appropriate action if a girl had been around. honoré did try to keep his manliness hidden away, but sometimes it overruled him at the best - and most unappropriate of times. one would have thought that he'd be used to keeping it away by now, yes?
removing his hand from the back of his pjyama bottoms, honoré entered the bathroom and had a quick wash and a half hearted shave. there was still stubble on his face, but not as much as there had been earlier. checking himself in the mirror quickly, he then bounced out of the bathroom and moved back to the room; locating his clothes under jeremy's and grabbing the first set of socks he laid his hands on. black skinny jeans (no, they were not jeremy's); a white shirt that was covered in fake blood and a pair of black converse. changing into these clothes was a task. especially considering the fact that he was still half asleep (nope; the wash hadn't done him any good at all), and that one leg of the jeans was inside out. surely getting dressed used to be such a simple task! ten, possibly thirty minutes later, honoré was finally dressed and in the kitchen area hunting through the cupboards for something to eat. locating cereal, cereal and more cereal, he decided that a combination of all three boxes would be the best idea, since he couldn't decide. grabbing a red dixie cup from the side and smelling it to make sure it was clean. honoré emptied some of the contents from each of the cereal boxes into the cup and put everything away. not adding milk to the contents, honoré exited the strange house with a yawn and looked up at the sky - yes, it was still dark.
shrugging his shoulders and putting the dixie cup in his mouth for a moment; honoré did the buttons up on his shirt and started to walk. occasionally tipping the cup to his mouth for the cereal and crunching on it for several moments. he had no idea where he was going - that's what you get when you let your feet do the walking and don't concentrate on where you're going. honoré arrived at the beach some fourty minutes later. he was still tired and since (well, he gathered this information) it was still quite so early in the morning, or night, or whatever; he figured that it was inevitable. scratching the side of his nose and emptying some more of the cereal into his mouth, the assistant director settled himself against some rocks next to the shoreline and hugged his knees. some..however many minutes later; he'd fallen sideways, fast asleep. the red dixie cup clentched firmly in his hands and the hat (which was actually taylor's) over his eyes. honoré was snoring lightly and fidgeting.
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