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<a href="http://someurl.com">Elizabeth</a>


Full Name: Elizabeth Michelle Grayson
Nickname: Eli.
Birthdate: 12/20/1995
Astrological Sign: Sagittarius
Age: 16
Gender: Female.
Class: Gifted/Art - Photography
Gift:

Photokinesis(Light Manipulation):

The ability manipulate light particles. A photokinetic can control the action of light particles in order to change the way light looks and behaves; for instance, he or she could change the color of light, create 'light orbs' of varied shapes, or intensify existing light. A photokinetic can only, however, manipulate existing light, and cannot create their own. Light particles are also attracted to photokinetics, who can use them to 'glow.' Adult photokinetics can dim light to the point of near-imperceptibility, but are unable to completely extinguish light.

Personality

Favorites
Color: Navy blue.
Music: Soul and classic rock.
Food: Any vegetarian dish, but favors spring salads.
Expression: "Sweet d**k picnic."
Book: Fallen by Lauren Kate.

Personality: Eli was the starving artist, from the baggy clothes she wore most of the time to the camera bag that was always slung over her shoulder. The camera itself never inside; always in her hand. A plain Jane, but bubbly in personality. She was always eager to snatch up any opportunity to snap a shot of her classmates, friends, or any stranger she crossed paths with. Each new photograph a new friend in her book. Always can be found smiling, giggling, or just in a very happy, cheerful mood.

Equipment

Clothing Style: Eli's clothing style wasn't anything lavishing, or even in style most of the time. During the warmer months she could be caught wearing simpl t-shirt, tank tops, and a pair of jeans that looked as if they had gone through the wash one too many times. During the cooler months she could easily be found wearing the same black hoodie, one with a small white cat sewn into the pocket, and jeans. Anytime of the year her feet would be covered in a pair of black chucks with black and white laces stuffed into the shoe.
Prized Possession: Eli was never ever without the canon DSLR camera. It was her child, her life. Always at arms length ready for the perfect moment to freeze time.
Other: Eli always has her camera back slung over her shoulder, like a diaper bag. A photographer must have their lenses on them, right?

History

First Memory: The first memory Eli has ever had would be that of her grandmother scolding her, when she was around three years of age, for making mud-pies in the good china. As if she had enough mud to fill China with.
Favorite Sport: Soccer.
How does your character feel about love: Eli isn't one for love. She never believed that love at first sight could exist, or that unrequited love was something that was romantic. It was foolish in her eyes, as was love itself.
Parents: Katherine and Loyal Grayson.
Siblings: Older brother: Aaron Michael Grayson (18) and a baby sister Lilly-Ann Rose Grayson (7 months.)
Short Background:

Elizabeth was born in upper New York, a second honey-moon baby is what her parents often whispered and giggled about in her presence. Her family life was your normal, suburban setting. Nice house, decent cars, neighbors through block parties and all were invited. She bickered with her older brother, a few times a few punches were thrown. She always got grounded. On her twelfth birthday her Grandparents presented her with an old Polaroid camera. Immediately she was addicted. Like most kids and their dogs, she took her camera everywhere. Taking pictures of bugs as they nestled against a blade of grass, or taking pictures of her grandmother as she scolded her for tracking dirt in on the freshly cleaned carpet. The people she annoyed, the souls she has stole.

Nearing her fifteenth birthday she managed to set up her first actual photo-shoot with the family down the street. Her first paid gig, and she wasn't even that great yet. As the family strolled in and settled down, she fumbled with her new computer, a few lamps she had stolen from the living-room, and a laptop to quickly show the pictures off to the people. Sweaty palms were battling with the lamp shade as she cursed in whispers under her breath. The light wouldn't get bright enough. Frustrated she moved to sit the lamp back down, accidentally running her hand across the bulb itself... All of a sudden it had gotten bright. She blinked, confused. Instinct told her to just forget about it, a mere electrical jolt in the lamp, but her curiosity wasn't satiated. Again, but with concentration she swept her hand across the surface of the bulb, ignoring the slight pain the heat had caused her palm, and it grew just a bit brighter. That was the first day of her discovery. Since then she had been studying constantly of what this talent could be. Always in the back of her head though, she thought this was insane, it was just the electricity in her body causing it.