Post by eliza on Mar 15, 2009 20:40:21 GMT -5
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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Eliza Wittingham[/CENTER]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: ‘Liza
AGE: 29 years old.
D.O.B.: August 21
ALLEGIANCE: The Dark Lord, specifically Bellatrix
PROFESSION: Right hand woman to Bellatrix Black (she’s okayed this).
WAND TYPE: Hazel, 6”, dragon heartstring.
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Brown.
HEIGHT: 5’5” in human form.
WEIGHT: 132 lbs.
BODY TYPE: Eliza’s diminutive size can fool anyone. However, what they are not prepared for when they come into contact with the woman is the sheer power and strength she holds within that little package. Being what she is, she has embraced it and accepted what has come with it, the good and the bad.
VOICE: However feminine and girly she looks, Eliza’s voice is far from it. There is a slight huskiness to her voice. When her temper begins to rise, there is a slight growl that comes out when words are spoken, a result of what she is. Although her size does not demand respect, when she barks an order, her voice does.
PERSONAL STYLE: Before, Eliza could have cared less how she dressed or what she wore, but now it all matters. Being the right hand woman to Bellatrix Black, she is expected to dress to impress, although Bellatrix does understand that Eliza is not the “girly” type and allows her to wear simpler clothing than the dresses that most women who are “higher” up in society are expected to wear. Black slacks and simple button-up shirts are her clothing of choice, and darker clothes are more her style because of their simplicity.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Eliza is the type of woman that most men would dream of marrying because of her looks but soon regret speaking to when she snaps back at them. Dressed in clothing considered casual yet appropriate (and not too flattering for the figure she does have), her tiny form barely demands any respect. However, the moment someone steps out of line, she is sure to put them back in their place. Because of her immersion into what she has become, much like Fenrir Greyback (who she believes to be the one who bit her), Eliza has slightly wolfish features even when not transformed. Her teeth are sharp and her hair is a wild mess that it takes time to tame into something decent.
Due to her unstable nature, very few befriend the woman and very few even consider speaking to her. She is loyal to those she is loyal to and serves them without question. None talk back for fear of her turning on them, and they are right to fear such. She has accepted what she is with her entire being and feels no reason to shun the gift she has been given. For this reason, many believe she was infected by Fenrir Greyback himself, and boy would Fenrir be proud of this protégé.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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CHARACTER DISLIKES: the “good” guys, anyone who tries to “fix” her problem, the full moon being covered up
GOALS:
~To be the best that she can be in whatever she does.
~To figure out just who, exactly, bit her and thank them for it.
~To gain the Dark Mark and prove she is worthy.
BOGGART: Eliza’s greatest fear is being “cured” of what most think of as a disease. Seeing herself as weak and defenseless does not go over well with Eliza, and those feelings nearly drive her insane at times in her already unstable condition. She loves what she has been gifted with and is grateful for it and never, ever wants to lose this gift.
PATRONUS: Her first kill is the one memory that comes to mind every time. The screams of the human as they struggled to escape from the jaws of her werewolf form and the feel of blood soaking her fur as the life slowly drained from the person (she never knew if it was a man, woman, or child) brings a chill to her spine and instantly brightens her mood.
DEMENTOR: Her worst memory has to be the first time that she changed. It was a painful experience for such a young child, and she loathed it even though she was fully accepting of what had happened to her. However, the pain still lingered and she hated that first night with a passion, especially since no one was there to guide her through it and through the insanity of the emotions that drove her nearly wild.
AMORENTIA: Blood. Raw meat. Rain. Death.
BASIC PERSONALITY: Sadistic. Cruel. Evil. Blood-thirsty. Demanding. Loyal. Vicious. Unyielding. Unstable. Devoted.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Patricia Wittingham — Alive.
BROTHER(S): None.
SISTER(S): None.
OTHER: None.
BLOOD STATUS: Impurity, however she comes from a pureblood family.
HOMETOWN: London, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Wherever Bellatrix tells her to be. She is currently residing in a flat in Knockturn Alley.
BIOGRAPHY: Opting out.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: 8 years.
HOW YOU FOUND US: Ad searching.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None.
RP SAMPLE:
“Scream and cry all you want. No one’s going to care.” But someone did care, apparently, and the two were interrupted by the command of some stranger. Eliza’s eyes shot up then to gaze over at the woman as the gun went off, and her hand tightened about the handle of the blade. This woman meant business, and she had no idea who she was up against. Eliza also had no problem with killing someone else in the process. However, when threatened for the next bullet to go through her skull, she hefted the larger woman up in front of her, using her as a human shield. “Gotta go through her to get through me first,” came her remark, and the woman was by now cussing both women out, calling them every name she could think of while struggling only the slightest bit in Eliza’s grip. What kept her from yanking away was the blade pressed into her lower back.
“Oh, Freddie wouldn’t like that.” No, Freddie would not like it at all. He probably was going to be pissed to begin with when he found out someone had stumbled upon Eliza in mid-kill. The woman was not dead yet, though, so perhaps she could salvage herself after all. Another wave of nausea hit, and as she clutched to the clothing of the woman, she bent the slightest bit, letting what few contents were left in her stomach come up. Straightening up as much as possible, she glared over at the woman who had interrupted her, making certain to keep her human shield in check in the process. “Got a problem now, don’t you? If you try to kill me, you kill her in the process. Besides, she started it first, I was only defending myself.” Yes, defending herself. What a good lie. Considering Eliza was much smaller, it was plausible she was, indeed, defending herself with the knife. She stood no chance against the woman’s muscles in a fist-fight.
“And if you put a bullet into my skull, you’ll go to jail for murder. Ever think of that?” This meant that Eliza was not a vampire, at all, and that she was a simple human. A twisted human, yes, but a human nonetheless. By now the other woman had quieted down, planning her escape, if it was going to be possible for her.
“You’re both fucking psycho whores,” she spat, and Eliza’s knee came into contact with her own, causing her to buckle. Still, it did not give Diana a clear shot, because Eliza was much shorter than the woman she now held as a hostage. Again the woman degenerated into cursing and name-calling, and Eliza just ignored it, deciding it was sweet music to her ears. The sickness was rising again, however, and she was attempting to keep it at bay as long as possible. The hospital was only a few feet away, at that. If things had just went smoothly this morning she would not be in this stupid predicament. But no, this behemoth idiot just had to bump into her and be as rude as possible, and ignite that rage that was so hard to calm. If Freddie was there he could do it, but he had went off to do some business of his own, and Eliza had promised to meet up with him later that day for lunch. Now it did not seem like it was going to happen.
Tilting her head to the side, she looked to Diana, smiling. “How about we make a deal, hm?” A deal…right. “You let me go, without trying to kill me, and I’ll let this mean woman go who attacked me first, and I won’t kill her, and we’ll both live happily ever after.” Because if Diana killed Eliza, Freddie would probably be just a little pissed, but she was not going to tell her that just yet. Before she could reply her impatience won over and she tapped her foot in agitation. “Deal or not? I don’t have all day.” The look that crossed her features said as much, and she bit back the urge to vomit once more.
“Oh, Freddie wouldn’t like that.” No, Freddie would not like it at all. He probably was going to be pissed to begin with when he found out someone had stumbled upon Eliza in mid-kill. The woman was not dead yet, though, so perhaps she could salvage herself after all. Another wave of nausea hit, and as she clutched to the clothing of the woman, she bent the slightest bit, letting what few contents were left in her stomach come up. Straightening up as much as possible, she glared over at the woman who had interrupted her, making certain to keep her human shield in check in the process. “Got a problem now, don’t you? If you try to kill me, you kill her in the process. Besides, she started it first, I was only defending myself.” Yes, defending herself. What a good lie. Considering Eliza was much smaller, it was plausible she was, indeed, defending herself with the knife. She stood no chance against the woman’s muscles in a fist-fight.
“And if you put a bullet into my skull, you’ll go to jail for murder. Ever think of that?” This meant that Eliza was not a vampire, at all, and that she was a simple human. A twisted human, yes, but a human nonetheless. By now the other woman had quieted down, planning her escape, if it was going to be possible for her.
“You’re both fucking psycho whores,” she spat, and Eliza’s knee came into contact with her own, causing her to buckle. Still, it did not give Diana a clear shot, because Eliza was much shorter than the woman she now held as a hostage. Again the woman degenerated into cursing and name-calling, and Eliza just ignored it, deciding it was sweet music to her ears. The sickness was rising again, however, and she was attempting to keep it at bay as long as possible. The hospital was only a few feet away, at that. If things had just went smoothly this morning she would not be in this stupid predicament. But no, this behemoth idiot just had to bump into her and be as rude as possible, and ignite that rage that was so hard to calm. If Freddie was there he could do it, but he had went off to do some business of his own, and Eliza had promised to meet up with him later that day for lunch. Now it did not seem like it was going to happen.
Tilting her head to the side, she looked to Diana, smiling. “How about we make a deal, hm?” A deal…right. “You let me go, without trying to kill me, and I’ll let this mean woman go who attacked me first, and I won’t kill her, and we’ll both live happily ever after.” Because if Diana killed Eliza, Freddie would probably be just a little pissed, but she was not going to tell her that just yet. Before she could reply her impatience won over and she tapped her foot in agitation. “Deal or not? I don’t have all day.” The look that crossed her features said as much, and she bit back the urge to vomit once more.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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