Scars, Piercings and/or Tattoos:
She has tragus piercings on both ears, as well as her left cartilage ear pierced; a small tattoo of a bloody rose resides on her lower back.
Height:
5'8ft
Weight:
125lbs
Eyes:
A Rust Color.
Body Type:
A lean, yet curvy body. Her hips are a bit wide, just barely matching her C cup breasts; her legs are long, as well as her arms, making her look like an elegant dancer.
Nickname:
Liz, Lizzy, Francie.
Age:
She looks about 19 years old, but is really 276 years old. Her birth founding date is August 2, of 1736 (no one really knows where she was, who she was or what she was doing before that).
Vampire Type:
Homo Wampyrus Sauria
Sexuality:
Bisexual.
Personality:
A girl who is stubborn and sly, its no wonder why in her past 276 years of living, she couldn't find someone to stay with her. She cannot be trusted, only aiming for what she wants, what only benefits her and what will only satisfy her; she is a selfish girl whom does what she wants, when she wants. She is extremely philosophical and believes that society is nothing but an illusion humans trap themselves in so they do not have to deal with the real world; at the same time, she also believes that the humans' illusion is also a playground for her kind to roam and take advantage of. She has no respect of humans, and unlike most vampires, she takes advantage of them; she lures them in, captures them and takes their blood. It may sound cruel, but she doesn't kill them, more like she sleeps with them and during climax, takes as much blood as she hold in her mouth at the time. Its no fun when someone wants to just offer their blood towards you, now is it? Her attention span is short, yet something that never wears out her attention is chaos. It excites her more than anything, so the conflict within the vampire 'world' is just making her tremble with anticipation.
Despite her bitter personality, there is times when she is, well, semi-sweet. She does give mercy, which might be one of her future down falls; despite her having that need for chaos, she cannot kill. She does not care of what people/vampires think of her, preferring to be the one to just sit and watch. She is witty and clever, perhaps her biggest talent is to lie and trick, which in some cases, isn't all that good. She trusts no one but herself and makes sure that she doesn't get close to those which she feels threaten by; because of that, many describe her as a cold-hearted woman. While her heart may be cold, it doesn't sit well, so she doesn't spend more than a year in one place, feeling that those around her getting to know her bother her greatly.
Dislikes:
~The Sun (If outside during the day, she usually has coats and coats of sunscreen on, applying it constantly carrying a sun umbrella).
~Killing.
~Big Bodies Water (She cannot swim).
~Vampire Stories.
~Humans.
Likes: (At least five)
+Strawberries (They have no significance besides the fact that they are wonderful tasting).
+Night.
+Animals (She cannot even feed off of them).
+Blood.
+Partying.
+Getting her Way.
History:
A girl with over 200 years under her belt has a lot of history. She was originally 'founded' in 1736, on a small French ship, headed towards Canada to set up a new colony. She was a stow away, but yet, she was a beautiful young lady who had sustained on barely enough food to feed the rats; confused on what to do, the crew was completely oblivious to the fact that she was a starving vampire. Placing the skinny, starving girl in the bed, they left her to rest, hoping she'd survive through the night; but hell had unleashed before they could even react. The smell of fresh air, living beings besides rats and crumbs had awoken the beast within her. That night, she had went on a horrible blood feast, leaving no survivors; she tore through flesh, ate even the vital organs, all was left was bones and left over innereds that hadn't been devoured. Once morning had arrived, she was and the ship was gone.
After a few fifty years, she had returned in sight, on March 3rd, 1861, the day before Lincoln's Inauguration, and before the Attack on Fort Sumter; she could smell chaos in the air, and she couldn't wait. Eliza hated killing, but she loved to see humans killing each other for what she had thought, was a trivial matter. Later on down the road, she had decided to become a nurse for those who where injured; she had cut her hair then, so it had remained short and straight. The blood almost overwhelmed her and chaos gave her goose bumps; yet, despite her personality, a young solider had manage to sway her heart. His name was Phillip Woods; he had gotten injured in the leg by a bullet along with having a slight case of Gangrene. She was responsible of taking care of him; the friendly boy had always started conversations with her and asked about herself. You could say it was her, 'first love'; but like the saying goes, first loves don't last. She had promise the boy that she would marry him if he came out of the war alive; somehow, she had hoped for him to survive, but the other small part of her knew he wasn't. She was right; before the war had ended, before the cure for gangrene had came along, the you boy died in his sleep.
Going in a slight depression, like before she had disappeared. Once again, she came out of hiding when Pearl Harbor was hit 1941 and once again, becoming a nurse to feel the excitement rush through her veins. With all that blood spilling, she couldn't help herself but to take a few bits and pieces here and there; but, she had only picked off of those who had freshly died, or those who had barely any life in them. After some years, she packed up her bags and headed for Vegas, getting her tattoo, piercings and her job as a Bar Waitress.
Close to the Real Picture if you are not comfortable with anime.