Post by Elizabeth Moriarty on Aug 24, 2010 11:06:58 GMT -5
ELIZABETH*MARIE* MORIARTY
Name: Elizabeth Marie Canon (now Moriarty)
Age: appears to be in her mid twenties but is really 508 years old.
Species: vampire
Group: Noua Ordine
Occupation: None
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual; only Daisy
Face Claim: Julianne Moore
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Red
Height: 5'4"
Body Build: Short and petite
Distinguishing Marks: A tattoo on her right foot/ankle. The biggest Daisy is him, the second her, the third Jaslynn and the final two are Daffodil and Marigold (their two dogs) and just her very long red hair that she cherishes and her lack of care in wearing make-up to impress anyone.
Clothing: She is usually seen in casual type clothing; anything from longer skirts to dress pants with some sort of colorful blouse. Her attire can be very modest to completely wild, depending upon the woman's whims. She feels wearing black and being a vampire is a ridiculous stereotype she'd not like to take part of.
Her shoes are the most impressive accessory on her, spending the most money on them. These are always designer shoes with heels, sometimes the occasional boot. She believes a person can tell a lot about another through the types of shoes they wear-it distinguishes a sense of power if seen in the right heel.
Likes:
Blood
Daisy AKA Xavier
Jaslynn Moriarty
Playing piano
Writing songs
Music of any form (Sees it as expression)
Theatre of any sort
Dancing
Reading
Violin
Fashion trends/fashion (minus the 80's)
Dislikes:
Vampire weaknesses
Being told no
Being criticized
80's style clothing
Demons
Hunters,
Coffins-"So 5 centuries ago"
Being bored
Idiots
Goals:
To keep off the radar of her creator's other creation
Stay out of the War and politics
To create Jaslynn (Daisy's and her's human child) to keep her with them forever
Fears:
Being committed to a 'loony bin'
Sharing her insides with Daisy and being rejected
Fire-she is petrified due to a bad occurrence in her human life.
Jaslynn (their human child) dying
Jaslynn not wanting to be with them anymore
Jaslynn being taken from them
Overall Personality:
Elizabeth is either the most brilliant minded person someone has ever met, or the most insane. Sometimes her words make little sense to anyone but her, which unsettles anyone as more times than not her words end up making perfect sense.
She has two personalities, this due to the state she was in when she was created. The most enduring of the two is Elizabeth who is very diplomatic, quiet and speaks only when it is something of importance or interest of her. n this state if she is nervous or upset, she plays with her hair and shifts her weight from one foot to the other and tries to avoid expressing her opinions about anything.
'Lizzie' on the other hand, speaks out whenever she feels like it, is quite mean and is often seen as an uncontrollable child, this is usually seen when she is extremely upset. She is seen as manic and in this rare occurrence (which is usually revealed due to some trigger*) she becomes defensive, snarky and loves to torment others. In this state she has killed multiple of humans for her own satisfaction and intrigue.
*Triggers are usually the things she dislikes, i.e. being told no, being placed within an uncomfortable situation, talking about her past or when her un-life is at risk.
Elizabeth is a vampire who loves to hunt and she is quite grotesque about it. She hunts off humans that are seen as 'weeds,' in an attempt to 'clean-up' the city from those 'roots' that plague the city with their filth. She loves to play with blood and inspect human 'insides,' fascinated with the idea that their insides must be different than others before them since their 'roots' are apparently damaged.
Relatives:
Human relatives are long deceased
Xavier (Daisy) Moriarty-mate/husband
Jaslynn Moriarty (human child found in Paris)
Overall History:
Elizabeth was the fourth born child out of the five her parents had. Born in England in 1502, the girl had little options for herself; besides marriage or small minuscule jobs. She had always thought she was born in the wrong Era.
Her childhood was a disappointment; her father a farm hand and her mother a seamstress money was always tight for the family. When her brothers got to be of age, they helped on the farm and even as she aged she did jobs that the men didn't seem as important enough for them to do.
Her father died when she was 9 of pneumonia and her eldest brother Johnathan took over the family estate at the age of 15. At the age of 10, Elizabeth learned how to help her mother with repairing clothing for sailors, soldiers and even those of upper class.
At 11 Elizabeth was promised to a boy of 13 that she never met; which was customary during that time. It was decided at 15 that they would wed, which would allow her youngest sibling (sister) to take her place along side their mother.And so with little choice, she married Paul at the age of fifteen and they set off to make their own home and path in life. Which she saw being the same as she had been living and the mirror of her mother's life.
Elizabeth didn't like the new life she was destined to live. She suffered bouts of depression and even when she was pregnant at the age of 17, it seemed nothing could make the girl happy. She had hoped that the birth of her first child would change her mind; and it had temporarily until the girl died just a few weeks later.
Two years later at 19 Elizabeth was with child again and this time remained on bed rest until she delivered the male child. She named him after her father; James and once he made it past the early weeks of his life she became very protective and watchful of him. Her husband was always telling her that she wasn't letting him become the man he was supposed to be, but out of fear that she might loose him she slowly brought herself to the verge of constant anxiety.
Elizabeth never conceived another time, no matter how many times they tried. This only made her more protective of her only child and rarely let him out of her eye sight for too long.
When she was 25 their village caught fire and James was killed at the age of 6 and Elizabeth is distraught. No matter what Paul does or says, she is never fully the same again. Paul decides that it would be beast for Elizabeth to return home and spend some time with her mother.
Elizabeth spends half a year with her mother and brothers and she is 26. Her marriage with Paul seems almost nonexistent, as they rarely write and he rarely comes to see her.
Eventually she never hears from Paul again.
Assumed that she is 'widowed,' her eldest brother decides she should marry again. Elizabeth is mortified at the suggestion and in a panic leaves the family estate planning to never return again.
It's not long after this that she meets her creator in Paris in a somewhat bewildered and crazed state of mind. He seemingly saves her from the life of the mundane and predestined path of nothingness. Elizabeth has no idea why he made her into a vampire-it could be because she made perfect sense in her state of fear and panic or he did it for pure amusement.
Elizabeth remains at her creator's side, following him where ever he goes in Europe. The two start out with a pleasant enough relationship, being the only one he creates until almost one hundred years later. He makes another and seems to enjoy the idea of pitting the two against the other for his own amusement. After two decades of this constant badgering and sense of worthlessness, Elizabeth muses over the idea of finding out what his insides are like. Knowing his routine, she stalks him during his hunt and while he is enjoying his 'dinner,' Elizabeth chops his head right off his 'stem,' killing him and the human he was feeding on.
Out of fear of repercussion from the other he created, Elizabeth flees from Paris and travels all over Europe, staying no where specific for more than a decade. After tiring of the scenery within Europe, Elizabeth travels to America right before the year 1900. Some say it's because she drew too much attention to herself given her hunting habits, the other say it's because she's still afraid for her un-life. Elizabeth stays in New York upon her arrival for almost fifty years before she finds her way to Las Vegas. Upon her arrival in Las Vegas, she aligns herself with Noua Ordine due to rumors that the head had killed her creator too and it seems the two have similar mindsets.
It is here in Las Vegas that she has found another vampire of whom she finds fascinating; so much she is relentless in the belief that he is the one that she is supposed to spend the rest of her 'un-life' with; Daisy. She "follows" (stalks) Xavier for a few months, finally meeting the man outside of the nightclub she ventures to almost nightly that he owns, while shopping in the Outlet Mall. Still uncertain if he is her "mate" Elizabeth attempts to keep him with her as long as possible, breaking her centuries long belief that no one should feed from her outside of her mate.
After relentless pursuit and sharing her world with him, Elizabeth's certainty of their mate-ship is proven when Xavier plays games with another; Elizabeth feeling his emotions that evening. She is devastated in finally attaining her proof, planning on either killing him or leaving Las Vegas for Paris. She devises a plan to use their "connection" for her benefit while he's still uncertain of it (and how to use it), only to kill him; rather having him not in her life at all than feeling what he feels when he's not with her.
Had it not been for her knowledge of the torment a vampire goes through with the loss of their mate, she may have actually followed through with her plans; even though he apologized numerous of times. Xavier has been the first vampire (and only person) to have ever been granted a second chance in her lifetime. It is not long after this that Daisy proposes to her and she accepts with hesitation; not wanting to live a reflection of her human life in this life, certain that he still feels something for another.
The two finally wed on the first weekend in November, then set off for Paris for the first destination on their honeymoon trip. Elizabeth is cautious of their first location, knowing that somewhere, Emalee is still looking for her. It is on the fifth day in Paris that the two find Jaslynn in a cemetery in Paris.
OOC Name: Pirate
Age: Mid-twenties
Years RPing: Over a decade
Example:
Silence.
More silence from the man she knew was the barkeep; she had seen him multiple times before. Elizabeth felt a frown fall upon her pale face as she waited for him to say something and finally he did.
She felt herself growing agitated at the apparent one sided conversation, because she knew that he was thinking. What he was thinking she would never know, but he was thinking something about her. Elizabeth temporarily shifted her weight on her feet as she pulled at her red strands of hair, waiting for him to make a noise.
She had thought he would answer her question, but instead he wanted to pick apart her eating habits in the middle of an alley in New York city. This time the frown was certainly felt upon her face and Elizabeth took a step forward to 'Mr. Barkeep.'
"Didn't your mummy and daddy tell you to eat all that is on your plate? A wasteful child will certainly not get dessert!" With that Elizabeth laughed as a child would when enjoying herself on perhaps Christmas day or her birthday when she had gotten the present she really wanted the most.
It wasn't by accident that 'Mr. Barkeep' had found her. No, it was destiny. She had passed numerous of people on multiple occasions and had seen him at the bar he worked at, but never outside of it.
He was her present, destiny had fated it so that evening.
With a clap of her hands, Elizabeth twirled around him and draped her arm around him.
"I sense you're cross at me Mr. Barkeep, but I do try and be a good girl and eat...well; drink all my food right up." Elizabeth leaned over his shoulder to whisper those words in his ear before she twirled around to face him.
"You don't play well with others do you Mr. Barkeep? I sense it in the tone of your voice." Elizabeth's hazel colored eyes met his and she smirked slowly.
"I bet you don't like to play games either. Where are you off to in a hurry? To some lady friend who lets you drink off her for what quaint little package your trousers hold for her?" Elizabeth laughed loudly in the alley and pushed herself off him to spin away.
She froze and tilted her head to the right to look at him for a brief moment before she blinked and hugged her frame with her arms.
"I love packages. All shapes and sizes. While you think I've been bad, I find myself being good. So will you give me your package to unwrap for my good behavior, or will you find some other way to discipline me for my bad, bad behavior?" With that she removed her arms from her frame and opened them out at her side to spin around in the alley.
"It's too bad you don't like to play games Mr. Barkeep, I bet we'd have lots of fun you and I." Elizabeth's voice grew quieter as she moved further away from Xavier, taunting him like a child on an after school playground.
More silence from the man she knew was the barkeep; she had seen him multiple times before. Elizabeth felt a frown fall upon her pale face as she waited for him to say something and finally he did.
She felt herself growing agitated at the apparent one sided conversation, because she knew that he was thinking. What he was thinking she would never know, but he was thinking something about her. Elizabeth temporarily shifted her weight on her feet as she pulled at her red strands of hair, waiting for him to make a noise.
She had thought he would answer her question, but instead he wanted to pick apart her eating habits in the middle of an alley in New York city. This time the frown was certainly felt upon her face and Elizabeth took a step forward to 'Mr. Barkeep.'
"Didn't your mummy and daddy tell you to eat all that is on your plate? A wasteful child will certainly not get dessert!" With that Elizabeth laughed as a child would when enjoying herself on perhaps Christmas day or her birthday when she had gotten the present she really wanted the most.
It wasn't by accident that 'Mr. Barkeep' had found her. No, it was destiny. She had passed numerous of people on multiple occasions and had seen him at the bar he worked at, but never outside of it.
He was her present, destiny had fated it so that evening.
With a clap of her hands, Elizabeth twirled around him and draped her arm around him.
"I sense you're cross at me Mr. Barkeep, but I do try and be a good girl and eat...well; drink all my food right up." Elizabeth leaned over his shoulder to whisper those words in his ear before she twirled around to face him.
"You don't play well with others do you Mr. Barkeep? I sense it in the tone of your voice." Elizabeth's hazel colored eyes met his and she smirked slowly.
"I bet you don't like to play games either. Where are you off to in a hurry? To some lady friend who lets you drink off her for what quaint little package your trousers hold for her?" Elizabeth laughed loudly in the alley and pushed herself off him to spin away.
She froze and tilted her head to the right to look at him for a brief moment before she blinked and hugged her frame with her arms.
"I love packages. All shapes and sizes. While you think I've been bad, I find myself being good. So will you give me your package to unwrap for my good behavior, or will you find some other way to discipline me for my bad, bad behavior?" With that she removed her arms from her frame and opened them out at her side to spin around in the alley.
"It's too bad you don't like to play games Mr. Barkeep, I bet we'd have lots of fun you and I." Elizabeth's voice grew quieter as she moved further away from Xavier, taunting him like a child on an after school playground.
