Post by Elizabeth Poe on Feb 2, 2007 0:57:52 GMT -5
Personal::
Name- Cierra
Age--------
Forms of contact apart from PM-....pm
RPing experience- 1 1/2 years
How often will you be able to come on?- Most everyday, when I'm not too busy with school
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Charrie info::
Name- Elizabeth Poe
Appearance- Long wavy brown hair, hazel eyes, and a slim body figure. Her skin is lightly tanned, but her skins easily grows pink and blistery from the sun.
Personality- A kind girl in her heart, ever since her mother's accident, she hasn't ever quite been the same. You could easily strike up a decent conversation with her, but if you mention her father's addiction to gambling or mother's death, she'll throw a temper tantrum and throw you across the room. As a quote from her father in the old days, " Aye, my daughter the cobra. She has the venom and wits of it, I tell ye'. Yet the loyalty and kindness of a wee lil' pup. "
Type of Magical Being- Witch
History-
She had lived a good, simple life in a small house in San Francisco. Wait, did I say simple? Silly me. Her parents were far more than decent. Or maybe that was just her mother. Liz's father, who had very little power, both wealth wise and physically/mental wise, was a passionate gambler. And he had a tendency for gambling with dangerous people.
So one day, a mob that he had once gambled with, set his house on fire. They appeared to have beat him at several at several games of Poker, and wanted their money NOW. But he didn't have it. Luckily for Liz, her father and her managed to escape.
One could've never said the same for her poor old dear mother, though. The eerie screams still haunt her to this very day, whispering through her ears with words as cold as frostbite. Her father later abandoned her to live on her own.
RPing example ((Don't use any powers!!))-
Dear Elizabeth,
I am most displeased to inform you that my mind is half gone. I am writing these words with much pain and guilt in my heart for what I will write. You need to survive on your own. I'm not good for you. Ever since your mother has gone, I've been good for nothing. I simply fear that you shall not ponder in the past about this, or the mob. That you will carry a lust for revenge in your soul. But alas, that is not for me to control!
Signed,
Your Dearest Father
Liz threw the letter on the floor, then burst into to tears. Why did he have to leave her NOW? In her time of need? Liz felt like screaming at him and ripping him apart, but decided against it. No, she would have to find a different method for his death. All of their deaths.
One day, Her mothers ghastly voice whispered in her ear, You'll understand. Your need for revenge will soon pass, Elizabeth. Don't dwell in the past. I will always be with you...
" No! No you won't! " Liz found herself screaming, " Get out of m head! You're not even real! You're dead! Get out! Get out! "
Warm salty tears ran down her face, her eyes red, puffy, and bloodshot. She was crazy. She was insane. She was mad. Liz had convinced herself immediatley since her mother's death. But truely, Liz was making herself loony.
Name- Cierra
Age--------
Forms of contact apart from PM-....pm
RPing experience- 1 1/2 years
How often will you be able to come on?- Most everyday, when I'm not too busy with school
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Charrie info::
Name- Elizabeth Poe
Appearance- Long wavy brown hair, hazel eyes, and a slim body figure. Her skin is lightly tanned, but her skins easily grows pink and blistery from the sun.
Personality- A kind girl in her heart, ever since her mother's accident, she hasn't ever quite been the same. You could easily strike up a decent conversation with her, but if you mention her father's addiction to gambling or mother's death, she'll throw a temper tantrum and throw you across the room. As a quote from her father in the old days, " Aye, my daughter the cobra. She has the venom and wits of it, I tell ye'. Yet the loyalty and kindness of a wee lil' pup. "
Type of Magical Being- Witch
History-
She had lived a good, simple life in a small house in San Francisco. Wait, did I say simple? Silly me. Her parents were far more than decent. Or maybe that was just her mother. Liz's father, who had very little power, both wealth wise and physically/mental wise, was a passionate gambler. And he had a tendency for gambling with dangerous people.
So one day, a mob that he had once gambled with, set his house on fire. They appeared to have beat him at several at several games of Poker, and wanted their money NOW. But he didn't have it. Luckily for Liz, her father and her managed to escape.
One could've never said the same for her poor old dear mother, though. The eerie screams still haunt her to this very day, whispering through her ears with words as cold as frostbite. Her father later abandoned her to live on her own.
RPing example ((Don't use any powers!!))-
Dear Elizabeth,
I am most displeased to inform you that my mind is half gone. I am writing these words with much pain and guilt in my heart for what I will write. You need to survive on your own. I'm not good for you. Ever since your mother has gone, I've been good for nothing. I simply fear that you shall not ponder in the past about this, or the mob. That you will carry a lust for revenge in your soul. But alas, that is not for me to control!
Signed,
Your Dearest Father
Liz threw the letter on the floor, then burst into to tears. Why did he have to leave her NOW? In her time of need? Liz felt like screaming at him and ripping him apart, but decided against it. No, she would have to find a different method for his death. All of their deaths.
One day, Her mothers ghastly voice whispered in her ear, You'll understand. Your need for revenge will soon pass, Elizabeth. Don't dwell in the past. I will always be with you...
" No! No you won't! " Liz found herself screaming, " Get out of m head! You're not even real! You're dead! Get out! Get out! "
Warm salty tears ran down her face, her eyes red, puffy, and bloodshot. She was crazy. She was insane. She was mad. Liz had convinced herself immediatley since her mother's death. But truely, Liz was making herself loony.