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Eliza Fran William.

"Blood is such a lovely color, isn't it?"

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a character in “Blood and Chocolate”, as played by TwistedxXxAffairs

Description

~Eliza Fran William~

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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.
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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.
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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.
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So begins...

Eliza Fran William.'s Story

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The bar was filled with music and dancers; men threw money at the girls who where barely dressed- some who where even naked at this point- while they had demanded for alcoholic drinks from the women who where somewhat dressed. The strobe lights that flashed made Eliza's skin just glow a bit more than usual as she strutted across the bar in her tight, small bar-tending uniform the waitresses where required to wear. She held a large and round serving plate that had two or three tall glasses filled with some fruity alcoholic drink; she walked towards a table with a few men, and some girls. Eliza's curves where sharply outlined by her uniform and her legs looked long and lean in her stilettos; her hair was pulled back in a messy, yet sexy bun. She had barely any makeup on, her lips where stained with a red whine color and her eyes where just barely outlined. With a sexy, sly smile, she placed the drinks down, one by one, making sure that her cleavage was in an eye view of the men.

She smiled before slowly standing in an upright posture. "Is there anything else I could do for you?" She had exaggerated on the word, 'anything' and made sure that her attention was on only one of the men. The girls who where seated at the table answered before any of the men.
"No thank you." Her voice was stern and Eliza could tell that the young woman was irritated on how Eliza was acting towards them; this only brought a cocky grin to Eliza's face.
"Alright then. Please enjoy." With that, Eliza turned and walked her way back towards the kitchen to get her next order; she swung her hips back and forth to make sure that the man was watching. Her work had paid off. Within an hour and half, the man she had served came over towards her.
"God, your just so beautiful." Eliza could tell that the man was fishing out pick up lines from the back of his head, which only brought a smile to her lips.
"Why thank you sir." she turned her body so that her front was facing his. His face smiled before he took a step closer to her; placing his hand onto her shoulder.
"What time do you leave?" He asked, rubbing her shoulder. Eliza couldn't help but to force a smile to her lips.
"How about we just caught the chit chat. I get off in ten minutes." She smiled before leaning close to him, placing her lips against his ear. "Promise me that you'll meet me in the front?" Her voice was husky and sexy sounding. All he could do was nodded before watching her walk

With in thirty minutes, Eliza was striding along the streets, having the man's hand intertwined with hers; she was no more in her uniform, but in some jeans and a strapless shirt. He had a grin on his face before Eliza turned the corner to reveal an alley way that was very private. She leaned herself against the wall, grabbing onto his shoulders to pull her closer, his body now leaning against hers. She suddenly planted a deep, empty kiss; he hadn't notice her sharp fangs since every time she had smile, she kept her teeth hidden. His hands trailed up and down her body before she smiled, pricking his bottom lip with her teeth; all he could was smile as she ran her tongue over the small wound she had made on his lip. "So you like biting?"
"You could say that." Eliza said with a bitter smile. She continued to kiss him before she brushed her lips against his neck, running her sharp fangs against his jugular. Even the smell of his blood through his skin made her want to go mad. She hadn't eaten within a few days and she seemed almost starving; she smiled before she reached towards her pocket, pulling out a very small, yet sharp pocket knife.

"I want more~" Her voice sang as she brought up the small knife towards his neck, and resting it against his shoulder so he wouldn't notice. This time, she pushed him against the wall and his hands started to explore her body as they met with another deep, yet meaningless kiss. She flicked out the knife quietly as she pushed her body against his, and without a second warning, she cut the side of his neck. The man stopped and just looked at her, she could tell that he had felt the cold metal go through his skin, and that the hot, sticky blood that started to slightly pour out. Eliza's hands just glided underneath his shirt; she could feel that her warm hands gave him goosebumps. Within a few minutes of her rubbing his chest, he had continued. Stupid human. She thought. Eliza put her mouth against his shoulder, where the blood was now puddling up before she ran her tongue against his neck and to his wound. Around this time, the man seemed a bit panicky, so to help keep him calm, she kept pressing her soft and warm body against his.

Her mouth seemed to wrap around his neck, sucking the blood that just seemed to pour out into her mouth. The blood was thick, and taste as sweet as a honey suckle. The man seemed to get paler and paler, as well as getting weaker as she kept sucking. Soon, he became so weak that he had just passed out; Eliza stopped sucking when the wound started to close up. She went back to her straight up posture, holding the man by the chest as he slid down the wall; she propped him up sideways so it looked like he had just passed out. She wiped her lips with her hand before licking her hand cleaned and turning to walk out of the alley way, leaving the passed out man alone as she started to roam the night streets.

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 Kilana let out a long sigh. She straightened her dress over her slight curves. All she wanted to do now was sleep. That's all she ever really wanted to do when she was done eating. But instead of that, she had a sudden urge to walk around. Not because she wanted to really, mostly because she thought that if she went home her vampire form, no matter how satisfied, would lose control and eat Dracula. So instead she decided to walk it all off. Let the beast get lulled back to sleep.

Kilana re-checked her bike, making sure it was locked. She rubbed her face with her hands making sure her make-up wasn't running. She made a quick glance down the alley, making sure no blood was left, and walked a bit. Letting the air fill her lungs. The warm air was replaced by cold air. A short burst that was rare in a fogged up place like sin city. The tang of blood wafted into her nose, smelling of cinnamon and honey. That way A- blood smelled like. A sudden breath moved into her lungs and she almost felt her eyes shift to a dark red. The way her brown ones did when blood teases her. She shook her head to clear the blurriness of the blood. 

"Just ignore it." She mumbled to herself and continued walking down the path. Kilana messed with her hair for a bit, surprised that the place wasn't crawling with home less and crack heads hanging around the streets. Scratch that... She thought to herself as a guy sat on the side of the street, eyes shot red and gritty yellow teeth when he smiled at Kilana as she walked by. "Whats a sweet li-"                       

Kilana stopped abruptly, swishing her side to face him. "Shut it, ya old perv. Before I rip you a new one." She hissed at him. His face had shock ripped across it. He looked back down at his hands and mumbled something unpleasant that Kilana couldn't quite make out. 

She hated it when people disrupt her daydreaming, she bit her upper lip. A habit that should've died a long time ago. Considering whenever she did hit her lip, blood was instantly drawn. Her disgusting undead blood seeped into her mouth and she almost gagged at the taste. Putrid and unappetizing. Specially Sauria blood. She continued walking down the path, glancing ever so often behind her. In case the guy wanted to follow her. She glanced back in front of her. Was that someone?

A figure moved in the distance slightly. A woman, Kilana could tell by the way the figure carried itself. Tall and lithe as the figure came into view. A specific smell hit Kilana so hard it almost knocked her off her feet. The woman smelled of blood, not on the inside like most humans do, but a faint smell on the outside. Like it had been feasting recently... This woman was a vampire. Kilana didn't know what type, but she figured it would either be a Draco or a Sauria. Considering know that she squinted her eyes, the vampire looked human. Very human at that. Maybe she was just a human... She thought to herself for a moment. Than she remembered herself in the mirror. She looked completely mortal. And with her dress caked in blood, it would be hard for the vampire not to notice. That she herself was a Homo Wampyrus Sauria. 

As the figure passed, Kilana smelt Sauria on her. Most Sauria's are territorial, but considering she didn't really mind if someone hunted on her turf. Or maybe this wa the other vampires turf. Kilana had to make up her mind quick, " Sauria?" She half asked half said to the woman passing her. That way of it as just a woman with Sauria smell, she would think she was being mistakin for someone else. But if it was a Sauria, then the vampire would know what she meant. And if it as a hunter, she'd be damned out of luck. 

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(oh, sorry, I didn't know you post! >o<;)
It was a nice night; as Eliza realized that the night was extremely beautiful, she had just passed by another female. It was only a matter of time before the words that seeped out of the woman's mouth had came across her ears, making her stop into a full halt, spinning on her heals. Her eyes looked at the woman, up and down as if she was examining her; it was a long, and silent stare, but finally, Eliza broke it. "Yes." It was a simple word, and Eliza herself could tell that the woman was no ordinary human- if she was human. She may not have that special blood scent on her, but it was another scent that wavered around her; one Eliza could not just put her finger on.
"Are you a hunter?" It was a blunt question, but her eyes meant business. Eliza didn't want to play tonight, and if it had so happened been a hunter, it would just make everything more difficult than it had to be. Her body leaned towards the right, her hands propped onto her hips as she leaned against a near by lamp post, her reddish-auburn eyes glinted against the dull lights. "Or a vampire?" Her voice was smooth, but dangerous- almost as if she gave the woman a hidden warning only vampires can sense.

(Once again, I'm super sorry, I hadn't realize that you posted. >o<; Also, I'm sorry for it being so short. xO )

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Eliza looked at her before releasing a cold chuckle- loving the nervousness that had built up inside the girl. Her eyes narrowed as she smiled at the girl, the light causing her auburn eyes glow. "Well, that's fine. It's quite alright for you to be confused, and since your obviously nervous, I'll treat you kindly." Her hand waved in the air before she bent downwards, her hair falling along her shoulders. "My name is Eliza. My last name should not concern at the moment." Her hand reached out, and she had an expression on her face that seemed as if she was distrustful. "Nice to meet ya."

Before the girl could grab her hand, she pulled it away quickly, and turned around. "Too slow." She said, her back facing the girl. Eliza waited until the girl responded and introduced herself to Eliza before she turned back around. "Shall we walk together to enjoy the sites?" Her eyes seemed sadistic and she looked almost like a conniving coyote that had sneaked into a group of sheep. "Why don't we enjoy the illusion?" Her words where chose carefully, but had no feeling to them. Eliza's beliefs towards the humans where much deeper than had been first thought. Sure, from someone who didn't know Eliza might point out that she was some sadistic bitch who just liked to torture others, but it wasn't entirely true.

Her ideas was that humans had created society so they could create an illusion, therefore seeing the world to only what they want to see; and shunning those around them. Society was basically a barrier to 'protect' the humans from the outside world; from the real reality they hated so much. Being founded in 1736, she should know more about a human's so called society than anyone else (or so she thinks). Eliza looked at the girl with a slight smile, waiting patiently for her answer.

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"But quick question, his old are you. And I meen actual years?" Eliza turned her head, her auburn eyes examining Kilana as if she herself was the question. Suddenly, Eliza shrugged her shoulders before turning back around; her finger shooting to her lip. "I believe I am 276 years old..." Her finger tapped her lip as if she looked like she was thinking, pondering about her own age that had been lost with numbers. "My oldest memory was when I was on a ship. It was a French ship I believe, and it was heading towards Canada." Her head came back down, along with her hand. "It was so dark, and I could remember I was so hungry- I believe I was near death..." Eliza stopped herself there, keeping her lips shut from rambling on more than she had too.

Her head turned towards Kilana once more; a curious smile crept onto her face. "How about you?" Eliza was indeed curious about this woman, but at the same time, was careful not to let her guard down. Her steps where small, but fast; covering a bit more ground than a normal person would. She would dodge the lights, almost as if Eliza was playing a game of catch with it, but her movements where subtle and very quick.