Post by Elin on Aug 3, 2009 22:51:59 GMT -5
E L I N
S A M A N T H A
B E C K E T T
•Stats•
• Pronunciation:Ehl-in Sah-man-tha Bek-it
• Nickname(s): The Vampire. El.
• Age: 19
• Gender: Female
• Birthday/Sign: June 7th, Gemini
• Sexual Orientation: Straight
• Marital Status: Single
•Appearance•
• Portrayed By: Natalie Dormer
• Hair Color: Blonde
• Eye Color: Blue
• Height: 5'5"
• Stature: Average
• Marks, Scars, Tattoos, Piercings: A rose tattoed with the flower on her neck, the stem extending down past her collarbone. Permanent eyeliner, fairly think. Several knotted scars on the top of her hands, wrists, and arms. A small star tattoed on her right shoulder, opposite the rose.
•• She's not exactly what you'd think of when the word 'vampire' hits your mind, but she's not that far off. her hair is blonde, not black. it spills down in waves from her head down past her shoulders, and lights up her pale face. As far as that goes, she's right on. It looks as if the sun is too disgusted to touch her, and she's drunk all the blood out of her own skin. Elin is however missing one trait of the normal vampire- the fangs. She also can't dress in victorian gothic gowns that are tattered and dirty, so she opts to dress rather normally. One might notice she does have a fair amount of bloodred garments, though. Her blue eyes are always calculating, always judging, discerning. She misses very little, and takes advantage of even less.
•Personality•
•• If you had to pick one of the seven deadly sins to describe Elin, you'd have a hard time choosing between gluttony and lust. Her lust is almost never for boys, though.. More like what runs through them. After all, there's a reason they call her Vampire. She also knows how to manipulate people- how to give them what they want, and get them to give her what she wants. Until her imprisonment, all she made them give up was their life- and more importantly, their blood. For her to maintain this power over her peers, she continually studies everyone around her. She notices their shoe color, what they wear, how they act. She herslef speaks very little, gives less away. Power is her second addiction, after blood- and one feeds the other. In the quack shack, she is truly miserable, because neither are fulfilled.
Likes:
• Blood
• Being in charge
• Crossword puzzles
• Nighttime
• Peanut butter snadwiches
• Smoking
• Predators
Dislikes:
• The Quack Shack
• People that are smarter than her
• Cooked meat
• Small animals
• Playing cards
Talents:
• Manipulating people
• Jump-roping
• Figuring people out
• Playing with fire
Habits:
• Smoking
• Drinking blood
• Noticing everything
• Counting things
Favorites:
• Color: Red
• Animal: Panther
• Snack: Celery with cream cheese. Or blood.
• Fruit: Raspberries
• Piece of clothing: Red hoodie sweatshirt
• Board game: Monopoly
•Records•
• Family: Fairly wealthy mother and father, Wren and Perry Beckett, one brother, Miles Beckett.
• Friends: No friends.
• Spouse: N/A
• Health: Stable
• Conditions: Hemotophagy, OCD.
• Risk: High
• Length of Residency: 2 years
• History: "Don't worry, my pet. It's good for you.. Just like vegetables." He stroked her hair, leaning over the little girl in the dimly-lit kitchen. She sat in an old chair, looking down at the plate. Where was her mother? Where was her father? Where was Miles? And most importantly, what was this? The unidentifiable meat was warm, but not cooked. It oozed with blood, and the smell was sickening. Five years old, she didn't fully understand what was going on. The man above her wasn't her dad, but he had a kind face, and she trusted him, like only a child could.
Gently, he took the knife and fork from her hands, and cut off a small piece of the meat, and extended it out to her. "Come on, pet. Before it gets cold." She obeyed him. The juices were sweet, coppery, delicious. The rest of the meat was tolerable, but it wasn't what she wanted. Since she called her father 'Daddy,' the man had asked her to call him Papa, in that gentle, loving voice of his. "Papa," she asked, "Do I have to eat it? I just want the red stuff." She didn't know there was anything wrong with what she had just asked- she was too young for that. Too protected by her wealthy parents to know that it was blood she wanted to drink, and as such she did not care.
Her Papa looked proud. "Of course, my pet. Just suck on it. But you'll have to eat your vegetables later. We can't have you getting sick, now can we?" Elin shook her head. "No, Papa."
A month later, she started to miss her Mommy and Daddy. She begged her Papa to go home, despite his good treatment of her. Like a good stepfather, he did what was in the best interest of his child, and let her go at the end of the street where she lived. Her parents had almost given up hope on finding their lost daughter, but when they saw her tottering up the driveway, they vowed to care for her forever. It was for that reason that when the neighborhood pets started to show up dead,cuts lacing their bodies and blood missing, they didn't for one second suspect that their daughter was the cause.
It wasn't until she was 16 that the first victim showed up. A young boy- not with two fang marks on his neck, but a vicious cut across his jugular. Elin had been diagnosed with obsessive compulsive disorder long ago, and when the evidence led to her, they plead insanity. After all, with the traumatic events of her early childhood, who could deny it? Teary-eyed, her parents packed up her things and sent her off to the instituion lovingly known as the Quack Shack with an undefined sentence.
•Out of Character•
• Name: Vey
• Other characters: Poe
• How did you find the site? Minkz
• Favorite flavor of pie? correct answer accepted and removed