Name: Elizabeth Neal
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Species: Winged turtle
Personality:
When you think of turtles, what do you think of? A steady, slow, hard shelled beast plodding on past the snoozing hare? Elizabeth is a contradiction to her turtle race. She is fiery, her veins filled with the blood of passion. Both her wings and her heart carry her away on whirlwinds of adventure, tears, joy. Even the shell that sticks to her heart is weak and crumbly.
She has her fair share of kindness, loyalty to good friends and brains. Never have you met a girl with a lighter, care free heart. A smile always on that thin beak of hers. Heaven help you if you do get under her skin though.
Ever poked a needle into a fat water balloon? At first a little trickle comes out and sometimes that is all that happens. But if another hole is poked and another, a tear suddenly rips the soft plastic apart and you have a bloody flood on your hands. That is what it is like with Elizabeth. If you push past that outward joy, reach into her and jab her soft heart, then the floodgates of rage, tears and hate open up. Just like...that. Certainly, a passionate turtle.
Description:
She is about sixteen inches long, eighteen when she has her head sticking out of her shell. That is not counting the rather long (seven 1/2 inch) arms and six and a half inch long feet. Her six fingers and toes are spread out wide, with lengthy slits between them. This makes it possible for her to hold small objects with relative ease. The ends of these fingers have a half inch of sharp claw to them, painted crimson no less.
Elizabeth's shell is arguably the most striking feature about her. Without doubt, it is the most noticeable thing about her. It's a shade of eye smarting pink with a white, swirly pattern on it. One large white swirl in the middle and a few streaks of wavy white lines down the side. Following that, her eyes stand out, like horizontal tears, as open as windows to a turquoise ocean. They match her scales, a very pale, soft green. Her underbelly is a ribbed white.
Perhaps the third most pretty thing about her and the second most noticeable is her pure white wings. They grow out from the edges of her shell. Their base is thick with muscle, but spreads out to form quite light, layered feathers. They are what, maybe two and a half feet long. Soft and silky to the touch, though razor sharp on the edges, like a well loved sword.
She has a chocolate brown tote, cut to her size, and slung around her neck so it rests on her right hip, out of the way of her wings. It has a huge zipper, to make it easy to open. Inside, she carries a small dagger, the sheath of it a plain, cracked black leather. Like jagged glass, the blade is thin and silver colored, with a black coated hilt, the very tip of which is clear crystal.
History: I wonder what a wonderful wonder *Wonderland is. Say that five times fast Wonderland is where Elizabeth hails from. Her parents always told her they met an enchantress years and years ago who gave her mother (Saral) wings when she was but a babe. The enchantress, or fairy, or whatever, saw that Saral had no companion like her, she found and then gave Elizabeth's father wings too. Elizabeth has always wanted to know who that enchantress was, but never has she, nor her parents, found an answer.
Elizabeth's parents loved her and her brother, but there is no doubt they were busy, absentminded and a bit flighty. Elizabeth, as the oldest, was actually okay with this. She understood how things worked. But her brother, Laen, never quite got things. He was little, big hearted, open to suggestions and very, very lonely. Perhaps that is why he became a Heartless. Perhaps that is why Elizabeth feels secretly guilty and blames herself for Laen's death. Perhaps that is why she is bound and sure to hunt the Nobodies.
Skills and Powers: She can sing, which is a skill, though not a conventional one; she knows, has been influenced by and loved Chester, the Cheshire Cat. Loving her like a favorite niece, he passed onto her the secret of invisibility. She can become perfectly invisible for up to twenty minutes at a time, though Chester told her that the more she practices, the longer she'll stay transparent.
Character Theme: Longer than three minutes D:
Battle Theme: Liza's Battle Theme
Other:
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Species: Winged turtle
Personality:
When you think of turtles, what do you think of? A steady, slow, hard shelled beast plodding on past the snoozing hare? Elizabeth is a contradiction to her turtle race. She is fiery, her veins filled with the blood of passion. Both her wings and her heart carry her away on whirlwinds of adventure, tears, joy. Even the shell that sticks to her heart is weak and crumbly.
She has her fair share of kindness, loyalty to good friends and brains. Never have you met a girl with a lighter, care free heart. A smile always on that thin beak of hers. Heaven help you if you do get under her skin though.
Ever poked a needle into a fat water balloon? At first a little trickle comes out and sometimes that is all that happens. But if another hole is poked and another, a tear suddenly rips the soft plastic apart and you have a bloody flood on your hands. That is what it is like with Elizabeth. If you push past that outward joy, reach into her and jab her soft heart, then the floodgates of rage, tears and hate open up. Just like...that. Certainly, a passionate turtle.
Description:
She is about sixteen inches long, eighteen when she has her head sticking out of her shell. That is not counting the rather long (seven 1/2 inch) arms and six and a half inch long feet. Her six fingers and toes are spread out wide, with lengthy slits between them. This makes it possible for her to hold small objects with relative ease. The ends of these fingers have a half inch of sharp claw to them, painted crimson no less.
Elizabeth's shell is arguably the most striking feature about her. Without doubt, it is the most noticeable thing about her. It's a shade of eye smarting pink with a white, swirly pattern on it. One large white swirl in the middle and a few streaks of wavy white lines down the side. Following that, her eyes stand out, like horizontal tears, as open as windows to a turquoise ocean. They match her scales, a very pale, soft green. Her underbelly is a ribbed white.
Perhaps the third most pretty thing about her and the second most noticeable is her pure white wings. They grow out from the edges of her shell. Their base is thick with muscle, but spreads out to form quite light, layered feathers. They are what, maybe two and a half feet long. Soft and silky to the touch, though razor sharp on the edges, like a well loved sword.
She has a chocolate brown tote, cut to her size, and slung around her neck so it rests on her right hip, out of the way of her wings. It has a huge zipper, to make it easy to open. Inside, she carries a small dagger, the sheath of it a plain, cracked black leather. Like jagged glass, the blade is thin and silver colored, with a black coated hilt, the very tip of which is clear crystal.
History: I wonder what a wonderful wonder *Wonderland is. Say that five times fast Wonderland is where Elizabeth hails from. Her parents always told her they met an enchantress years and years ago who gave her mother (Saral) wings when she was but a babe. The enchantress, or fairy, or whatever, saw that Saral had no companion like her, she found and then gave Elizabeth's father wings too. Elizabeth has always wanted to know who that enchantress was, but never has she, nor her parents, found an answer.
Elizabeth's parents loved her and her brother, but there is no doubt they were busy, absentminded and a bit flighty. Elizabeth, as the oldest, was actually okay with this. She understood how things worked. But her brother, Laen, never quite got things. He was little, big hearted, open to suggestions and very, very lonely. Perhaps that is why he became a Heartless. Perhaps that is why Elizabeth feels secretly guilty and blames herself for Laen's death. Perhaps that is why she is bound and sure to hunt the Nobodies.
Skills and Powers: She can sing, which is a skill, though not a conventional one; she knows, has been influenced by and loved Chester, the Cheshire Cat. Loving her like a favorite niece, he passed onto her the secret of invisibility. She can become perfectly invisible for up to twenty minutes at a time, though Chester told her that the more she practices, the longer she'll stay transparent.
Character Theme: Longer than three minutes D:
Battle Theme: Liza's Battle Theme
Other: