Post by Deleted on May 13, 2015 23:02:41 GMT -5
Full Name: Elizabeth Agatha Loiuse
Nickname/Alias: N/A
Age/Date Of Birth: Born sometime in the 1860's, no specific date was ever found in her memory
Race: Human
Occupation: Prasad's vessel/used to be a medium
Species Group: Psychic
Play-By: Eva Green
Abilities
Clairaudience:
This is the ability to hear things that are outside the normal hearing range. This can be persons who have passed on or spirits, or even exceptionally high or low tones.
Remote Viewing:
The ability to experience a hyper reality. She can communicate with certain targets, whether they're dead or alive.
Automatic Writing:
Writing while not actually being fully conscious or aware. Often when channeling spirits, she can write out what they want seen.
Astral Projection:
Basically out of body experiences. Her mind can leave her body and move on to observe other things. It's almost a ghost-like feeling. She can only reach this state through meditation. Being in a spirit like state, she can pass through different planes of reality and often move into the dreams of others.
Levitation:
Only when Elizabeth is channeling another spirit/demon/being. She can't just randomly decide to float up in the sky.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Kindness, little acts of it
❤ Being alone
❤ Cats
❤ The night sky
❤ Sunsets
❤ Cherries
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Loud noises
✗ Seances
✗ Feeling guilty - It makes her sick
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Demons controlling her
☬ Accidentally hurting someone she loves
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Just survive, maybe one day be free of Prasad, though she's pretty brain washed at this point
Personality: Elizabeth was incredibly creative and friendly and loving, and she never really understood that the ghosts and things she could see were something to be feared. Growing up as an only child she was used to being doted on and cared for all the time, so she'd often just assumed that some of the adult ghosts she'd see were helpers at the house or something. Her parents bought her this and that and the girl sort of just developed this sense of power, and being, and when she saw all these sick, hurt looking ghosts she'd do her best to help them. Though she didn't really understand the oddness and intensity of what she was seeing.
Before Prasad, even with all the seances and ghosts and demons and supernatural terrifying things, she'd still been the type that would help anyone. She did all those seances, talked to all those dead, because she wanted to help people on this side. When her parents did figure out what she was doing, they never accepted it. And so she felt ashamed of it. All around her, she was told that the occult was something never to explore. But Elizabeth didn't listen and in a way it was a bit of a rebellion against her parents. She was naive and optimistic in her seances and communications and little possessions and then one day it went too far and Prasad took over.
Now she only has fleeting seconds of consciousness, filled with fear.
Traits
✧ Optimistic
✧ Motherly
✧ Compassionate
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Naive
✦ No self control
✦ Easy to manipulate
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Parents: Harriet and Jonathan Louise - Deceased
Siblings: N/A
Other Family: N/A
Important Others: N/A
History: Elizabeth grew up in England, with all sorta of imaginary friends. There were no other children where she lived, in her parents large manor in England. Just her. The servants left her alone, save for her nanny who did everything for her, and her parents that were practically nonexistent. Her father was a man of German decent, and he never let her mother forget that. Always belittling her old Irish ways. Soon her mother took on a lover, and then another, and then there were always men coming and going from the house. Her father was away on business most of the time, so he didn't care. And even if he did, he never said a thing about it.
So, Elizabeth made up friends for herself. But then her friends started making themselves up. Then they were no longer funny, giant fluffy bunnies. They were soured faced skinny little boys with gaping eyes and crooked teeth. They were named Frankie. One day, Elizabeth was idly chatting with her nanny about Frankie, saying that he was always hungry and smelly and he always wanted her to stay with him, whatever that meant. Her nanny nearly fainted, running out of the door, quitting that day. When her father, who'd been having an affair with the nanny, demanded what Elizabeth had done, she'd just mentioned Frankie. That was enough to get a good slap in the face from her father.
Though her mother was absent, she was still kind sometimes. And that night she'd explained to Elizabeth that Frankie had been the nanny' son. He'd died two years ago of some sort of weird bacterial thing that ate away at his stomach and made him hungry and sick all the time. Her mother, ever foolish, had believed that her daughter just overheard some of the other servants talking about it, though that wasn't the case. Things got worse as Elizabeth got older, much worse. Sometimes there would be voices in her head, singing at first, then screaming. They yelled in Latin, told her to do things, and she did her best to push them out, but it was hard. She'd wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, mouth tasting like blood and death.
She'd walk down the halls of the manor at night, holding hands with men and woman that whispered promises in her ears. They told her that she was one of them, that all she had to do was let them in. She'd go to sleep and open her eyes and be sitting at some table in some room in some house with a bunch of men and they'd all look afraid. Elizabeth had begun to lose control of herself, her reality, and her mind. Dubbed a Medium, she could open up her mind an allow another being to channel their thoughts and actions into her body. The other beings were rarely ever good though.
Her curiosity for the paranormal grew, and it didn't go unnoticed. Her parents were concerned, so they took her to the church. The second she stepped in the door she felt an intense pain in her spine and screamed out, falling to the ground. The next day was all a blur. There were men in white, men in black, soft voices, angry tones, her mother singing a lullaby, blood on her hands. When Elizabeth finally woke from her haze, she was naked, blood smeared all over her. In the room, on the ground, there were dead people. Priests, eyes gouged out with their own crosses. Nurses flayed like fish. Elizabeth pulled on a dress, exited her room, and was horrified to see more blood in the hallways of the church. She followed the path only to find her father hanging up on the crucifix, gutted like a pig. Her mother was still alive, on the ground, gasping and spluttering, drenched in blood as well.
When Elizabeth knelt next to her mother, the woman grabbed her tightly, eyes flashing black. She spoke Latin, and Elizabeth understood it. "You belong to us. Don't try to hide, we'll find you. We're already in you." That's her last actual memory, the rest are just fleeting seconds of demonic possession. You play with the occult and it consumes you.
Alias: Rabbit's Foot
How did you find us?: The old site
Experience: Like 6 years
Other Characters: Asmodeus, Amon, Allocer, Bellona Iverson, Cole Abernathy, Hadley Klassen, Solviegh Prevedello, Valentine Haverland, Luna Meechum, Troy Baratheon, Karis Jacobs, Elena Haverland, Arie Rangon, Prasad
RP Sample:
The further he went with his story, the more Hadley felt it. She felt the pain, the heaviness of wanting to fix things and help everyone, and how much it hurt. Cas didn’t look at Hadley as he spoke, and Hadley stopped trying to look at him. She was feeling his pain. She was reliving her memories. She was going home after a long couple of weeks at college, just wanting to see her family, wanting to be loved. She was getting thrown to the floor by her father, but it wasn’t really her father at all. She was staring into those horrible black eyes, her heart sinking as he yelled things at her. Horrible things. She was closing her eyes and grabbing the knife she kept hidden against her back, then jumping up and stabbing her father in the side. In the ribs. In the heart. And it was all a blur from there. The little bits and pieces she remembered sent her into a dizzying pain. There were police at her house and blood on her hands and they were taking her away in cuffs, thinking she was guilty. And she was guilty. But Cole and Rachael were there, crying and holding each other, not even knowing what she’d done. They defended her, said she’d never hurt their parents. They’d loved her. They didn’t know that she was a monster.
It crushed her, made her feel like her lungs were being smothered, and her ribs were breaking. There was nothing Hadley could do to make things right. If she told the truth to her siblings, got them involved in this hunting world, she could never forgive herself. They would hate her even more for what she did to their parents, they would never speak to her again. And so Hadley had to play the game where she decided what she wanted to lose, what she wanted to sacrifice. If she told the truth, she lost everything. The love of her siblings, the trust of the people in the town, her home; everything. But if she kept it a secret and didn’t tell anyone that she’d killed her parents, and that she was a hunter now, she was living a lie. So which path did she choose? Which road did she follow? It became the game of life, and of sacrifice. The Sacrifice Game. Hadley chose herself, and by doing so, hoped that she would be able to save her siblings from the burning betrayal they would sense from her. But nothing was harder than having to turn your back on those you loved, those you tried to protect.
Listening to Cas was difficult. Hadley wanted to pause, to ask questions, maybe just take a breather. She wanted to know everything about him, and this was it. She hadn’t expected it to hit her like this, the feeling of grief. Not for herself, but for Cas. As her green eyes glanced over at his blue ones, Hadley could really see it now. Each thing he’d told her, every fight he’d fought, every time he died, the pain, the betrayal, the consuming guilt; she could see it. Her hand slowly slipped off the wheel and found Cas’, and she held onto his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He wasn’t alone, and it was important that he knew that. She parked the car, but made no movement to get up. “I don’t know how to reply to that,” she whispered, mouth tight. “That’s…That was…Just so much.” Her voice trailed off as her eyes fell to her lap. “So, so much.” For the next few minutes, Hadley was as silent as death. She was thinking about Cas and how he’d suffered and how she’d suffered, except that once she died, she was gone. No one would bring her back, she was sure of it. But Cas couldn’t die, he wasn’t allowed that peace, and so he was continually brought back. For some reason that made her angry. She wanted him to be able to feel peace after a lifetime of war. He deserved that.
Once again he said that he didn’t deserve this, that he didn’t belong here, but this time Hadley wasn’t going to snap out a response. Instead, she quietly examined her legs, pulling a piece of fuzz off of her sweats. She licked her lips, curled her finger around a strand of hair, and sighed. Then, after all of that, she looked to Cas. “You should feel guilty,” Hadley started, but her tone was soft and gentle. “Because feeling guilty means that you can still feel, that you’re human[/] enough to feel. You’re human enough to know when you’ve done wrong and what’s right and you rebelled…” She stopped, taking in a breath. “You fucking rebelled, Cas. You did it to save people. You died numerous times. You fought more battles than I can imagine and probably killed more lives than I can ever imagine.” Her eyes were grave, but turned warm suddenly as she grabbed both of Cas’ hands and pulled them to her. “But you have also probably saved morel ives than I can imagine, Cas. And so yeah, you do deserve to feel a little bad. But there is no going back now. So don’t let it ruin you. Be happy. Know that you did your best.” Gingerly, she reached up and cupped one side of his face with her hand. “You deserve peace.” Hadley looked back over at the restaurant and removed her hand. “Do you wanna go inside?”
It crushed her, made her feel like her lungs were being smothered, and her ribs were breaking. There was nothing Hadley could do to make things right. If she told the truth to her siblings, got them involved in this hunting world, she could never forgive herself. They would hate her even more for what she did to their parents, they would never speak to her again. And so Hadley had to play the game where she decided what she wanted to lose, what she wanted to sacrifice. If she told the truth, she lost everything. The love of her siblings, the trust of the people in the town, her home; everything. But if she kept it a secret and didn’t tell anyone that she’d killed her parents, and that she was a hunter now, she was living a lie. So which path did she choose? Which road did she follow? It became the game of life, and of sacrifice. The Sacrifice Game. Hadley chose herself, and by doing so, hoped that she would be able to save her siblings from the burning betrayal they would sense from her. But nothing was harder than having to turn your back on those you loved, those you tried to protect.
Listening to Cas was difficult. Hadley wanted to pause, to ask questions, maybe just take a breather. She wanted to know everything about him, and this was it. She hadn’t expected it to hit her like this, the feeling of grief. Not for herself, but for Cas. As her green eyes glanced over at his blue ones, Hadley could really see it now. Each thing he’d told her, every fight he’d fought, every time he died, the pain, the betrayal, the consuming guilt; she could see it. Her hand slowly slipped off the wheel and found Cas’, and she held onto his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He wasn’t alone, and it was important that he knew that. She parked the car, but made no movement to get up. “I don’t know how to reply to that,” she whispered, mouth tight. “That’s…That was…Just so much.” Her voice trailed off as her eyes fell to her lap. “So, so much.” For the next few minutes, Hadley was as silent as death. She was thinking about Cas and how he’d suffered and how she’d suffered, except that once she died, she was gone. No one would bring her back, she was sure of it. But Cas couldn’t die, he wasn’t allowed that peace, and so he was continually brought back. For some reason that made her angry. She wanted him to be able to feel peace after a lifetime of war. He deserved that.
Once again he said that he didn’t deserve this, that he didn’t belong here, but this time Hadley wasn’t going to snap out a response. Instead, she quietly examined her legs, pulling a piece of fuzz off of her sweats. She licked her lips, curled her finger around a strand of hair, and sighed. Then, after all of that, she looked to Cas. “You should feel guilty,” Hadley started, but her tone was soft and gentle. “Because feeling guilty means that you can still feel, that you’re human[/] enough to feel. You’re human enough to know when you’ve done wrong and what’s right and you rebelled…” She stopped, taking in a breath. “You fucking rebelled, Cas. You did it to save people. You died numerous times. You fought more battles than I can imagine and probably killed more lives than I can ever imagine.” Her eyes were grave, but turned warm suddenly as she grabbed both of Cas’ hands and pulled them to her. “But you have also probably saved morel ives than I can imagine, Cas. And so yeah, you do deserve to feel a little bad. But there is no going back now. So don’t let it ruin you. Be happy. Know that you did your best.” Gingerly, she reached up and cupped one side of his face with her hand. “You deserve peace.” Hadley looked back over at the restaurant and removed her hand. “Do you wanna go inside?”
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