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Lizzie

An example character sheet for you to reference-- I'll use her to post.

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a character in “The Deserted Sandbox”, as played by Jynxii

Description




Bellerose Elizabeth Ansel
"I could say it in French, but, you wouldn't understand it then, either."




General Knowledge




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Full Name:
Bellerose Elizabeth Ansel

Nickname:
Lizzie, Liz, Belle, Rose or Bethy... never Bellerose, unless she's in trouble.

Birthday
November 23rd

Age:
Eighteen.

Ethnicity/Race:
French-American.

Sexual Orientation:
Pansexual.

Occupation:
Student and flower shop employee.




Things You Want To Know




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Hair Color: Redish brown.

Eye Color: Chocolate brown.

Height: Five feet, five inches.

Weight: Slightly on the thin side...

Tattoos:
Liz one has one tattoo, and it's just below her bellybutton. It's done in white ink and hardly noticeable unless you're close to her.

Piercings:
Only her ears and only once.

Scars:
Looking at her you wouldn't see many. Maybe a few light scars here or there, you know.. the standard child-hood scars. Her feet are often calloused and her legs are often bruised, her ankles swollen.


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Description: Lizzie is a woman of average height. Literally. She's not tall enough to be considered 'tall', and she's not short enough to be considered 'short'. She's just... average; like pretty much everything else about her appearance. She's never in the latest fashion, but rather can be seen sporting an assortment of different workout outfits and other loose-fitting clothing items, unless she's "going out" somewhere specific. Her hair is a rich auburn and oak-tree brown, with natural red undertones. Her eyes are dark and large, like a frightened doe.




For Better Or For Worse




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Personality:
{Artistic, Dorky, Reserved, Intelligent, Restless, Straightforward, Disciplined}

Lizzie is painfully loyal, to the point that it may even hurt her sometimes. Once she’s decided she’s on your side, she’s by your side to the bitter end. She would do anything for the one she loves, even uproot and leave her entire family behind for her friends (again, being a little too loyal?). Lizzie is a charming young woman, it is very easy for her to make friends, as people just seem to like her despite having no real reason to. She likes to keep to herself, as large crowds make her a little nervous. Not to say that she doesn’t enjoy a night out dancing with friends, because she does, but she’s aware that many things could go wrong when she’s in a crowd (did I mention she is a little over-cautious sometimes?).

Elizabeth has lived most of her life trying to be the 'perfect' daughter for her parents. She has taken piano, ballet, and singing lessons from the time she was four years old to current. In school she often missed out on football games and other activities her friends enjoyed, like movie nights, due to rehearsals and concerts. She was never the 'cool' girl in school, but she was always on honor roll.

Lizzie is wonderful at lying and good at keeping secrets, and while she believes that trust and honesty are the foundations of all stable relationships, she also believes that sometimes people can't handle the full truth.

She loves animals, particularly birds, because her mother used to call he ‘little bird’. Robins and Blue Jays are her favorites. She secretly writes in a diary, religiously, every night. She’s also a huge, huge scardie cat-- Ghost stories and midnight walks are most certainly not for Lizzie. I mean, the girl sleeps with all of her limbs tucked under the covers for fear of a demon grabbing them if one dangles off (she reads a little too much...).

Over-all she is a spunky, soft spoken and driven young woman who loves to let loose every now and again, but basically has to be forced into doing it. Her family thinks she is very well-behaved, but that's only because she's never actually gotten caught sneaking out of the house. Lizzie struggles to maintain her 'perfect' appearance, because she genuinely wants to be the 'whole package'. This strive for perfection has driven her to great lengths, some she is struggling to come back from and some that she can never take back.

While on the whole Lizzie is a composed and proper young woman, once she is convinced to 'let loose' she quickly spirals into a dark place that is hard for her to come back from. She suffers from an addictive personality, and while large groups make her nervous, an audience excites her. She's the friend that gets drunk and goes off on 'adventures' at 3 in the morning on her own, winding up naked by someone's pool. One of these days her bipolar attempts to find who she is without her parent's strict regime around is going to come back around to bite her. Will she lose herself in the big city, or find who she's always wanted to be?

{Lizzie secretly struggles with two secrets.}


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Hobbies:
* Ballet
* Playing piano and singing
* Blog writing on Tumblr.
* Yoga

Habits:
~ Running her palms against the side of her leg.
~ Leaving the lights on in her apartment, even though she says she's an environmentalist.
~ Puts her hair up when she's about to work on something.

Oddities:
? Prefers even numbers.
? Left-handed.
? Mouths off in French when angry or flustered.


Likes/Loves:
  • Green Apple shampoo.
  • Her French heritage.
  • Scalding hot, thirty-minute long, showers.
  • Ballet.
  • The color green.
    Dislikes/Hates:
  • Grape anything.
  • Mice.
  • Excessively muscular guys.
  • Religion.
  • Cigarettes.





Stuff You Shouldn't know...




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Strengths and Weaknesses



Character Skills/Talents:

  • Ballet dancing.
  • Playing piano and singing
  • Pretending everything is fine.


Character Flaws/Weaknesses:

  • Perfectionist.
  • Fear of letting people down.
  • Passive aggressive.
  • Inability to accept her body’s limits.



Fears/Phobias:

! Mice
! Tight spaces
! Heights




Remembering The Past




Biography

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Bellerose Ansel was born in a small country-side house, in an untraditional water-birth via her parent’s bathtub, just outside of Paris, France. She grew up in a quiet life, taking dance lessons by the age of four, singing by the age of five and piano by the age of 6. Her mother was once a semi-famous Russian ballet dancer, and was insistent her daughter would learn the art as well. Her father, a Frenchman, worked for a local theater as a pianist, where he met Lizzie’s mother.

She was just fourteen years old when her parents died in the car accident, leaving Bellerose to their next of kin—her grandparents on her father’s side, who had migrated to America before Bellerose was born. She became a French-American resident under their care. It was her freshman year in high school, and she barely spoke a word of English. She was quick to go by Elizabeth or Lizzie, after being teased by some of the more asshole types at school. She was never going to be the most popular, she was not without friends. She became very close with a group of seven other students, and with no siblings to talk to, and only grandparents back home, they became her family. Her everything.

The day she turned 18 she inherited her parent’s life insurance money. She would never go without, money wise, but if given the choice… she would have given every penny to have her parents back. She has told no one about the large sum of money she’s come into, or how she/her grandparents are affording to pay for the expensive ballet school in New York. At first she wasn’t going to go, but her grandparents were insistent. They convinced her that it would have been her parent’s wishes for her, and so while they were not pleased that she was leaving with a group of people so young… they fully support her decision to go.

With their blessing and promises to call every week, Lizzie set off for New York with her second family. She got a small job at a flower shop on the corner right by the apartment as a means to explain how she's affording her rent, despite her initial lack of floral knowledge. However, as time progresses, she's actually started to fall in love with her job and now works there because she likes to. She's recently acquired a collection of books on flowers and can be found studying them between rehearsals.

She decides to take a trip over to Paris for a week before she makes the move to New York, and on the flight over her plane crashes-- leaving her deserted on an island with only the contents of her carry-on to help her.


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So begins...

Lizzie's Story

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The sun.
Air.
Wet.
Cold.

Alone.

Lizzie slowly opened her eyes, nearly blinded by the ringing in her head. The sound of the ocean.

Where am I?

With a low groan she pulled herself up, noticing first that there was a billow of smoke in the distance. White smoke.

What happened?

Over the distance of the roaring sea at her feet, a large cloud of smoke rolled up from the wreckage of the plane. Off to her right, a deflated lifeboat was caught and tangled upon the rocks. Her white, lacy tanktop was soaked through, revealing her modest granny-style bra. It was comfortable, good for traveling in. Not really meant to be seen, actually. Fuck.

Crossing her arms over her chest, for modest and due to the chill on her skin, she slowly staggered toward the bright yellow boat turned into a sad-looking, deflated balloon. It was more of a tarp now, really. "Damnit." She turns around, looking for any signs of life. A few luggage bags had floated to shore, but otherwise she couldn't see anyone. "Hello?!"Her voice echoed over the beach, sounding smaller than she had hoped. "Hello!"She tries again. Still, no answer.

Cursing under her breath, she trudges through the wet sand, cursing herself for not wearing jeans instead of shorts, or running shoes instead of fashion sandals. She leans down to the luggage washing up nearest to her, pulling them further onto the sand out of the water into a pile. When she had finished, she had gathered a grand total of five suitcases, three bookbags and two packages. None of her things were among the wreckage.

She stood staring at her pile for a long moment before a sob finally bubbled up. Angry, she begins to pace. It only lasts for three laps around her pile before she slips in the sand on her wet sandals and lands ass-first into the sand. Then came the tears.

Little did she know, that just on the other side of the rock formation the bright yellow lifeboat was clinging to... was someone else on the island; another survivor.

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L I Z Z I E

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"Hello? Anyone here?"

The sound of someone else snapped her head up from where it had fallen onto her knees in despair. Red-rimmed eyes searched to the left first, seeing no one. The right, however, revealed the image of a shirtless guy.

Now normally, this could have prompted a number of different reactions from the ballerina, but in this moment, only one: relief.

"Hello?" It's tentative at first, afraid he might be a figment of her imagination. "Hello?!" Stronger now as she scrambles to her feet with the realization that he is, in fact, not in her head, but rather... stealing what was left of the life raft?!

In a tangle of usually graceful limbs, she struggles her way over toward him. "Oh, thank god, you found me! Are you with the search crew? What happened?" As she gets closer, she slows, realizing that his shirt was tied about his head, concealing what looked to be something bleeding. "Oh, fuck. Are you alright? Shit.... SHIT. You're not with the... fuck," she hisses, angry and frustrated all at once.

"L-Listen, um... where... where you on flight 298? Are.... is there anyone else?" There's a strained helplessness in her voice that begs for him to give her anything to cling to, any sort of information that might tell her something other than what her eyes were. She moves a little closer, attempting to look past him in hopes of seeing a beach full of other washed-up random people from the flight. To her dismay, beyond him was only more beach, and more washed up luggage. The disappointment is writ clearly over her face as her features fall.

It only lasts for a moment before she's clearing her throat and turning her gaze back onto him. "They probably washed up... somewhere further down the beach." Yeah... that was it. "Your head looks pretty bad... I pulled some luggage from the water, I... um... let me see if there's anything in there that could help." And without waiting for permission she's turning from him, with the determination of a person that needs to be busy in a time of crisis.

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"Y-yeah...yeah...flight 298. That's what I was on." Lizzie stares at him for a moment, probably longer than she might normally have. Maybe it was taking her an extra moment or so to process things. Is this a dream?

The guy was still talking, but she only zones back in to hear the last bit of what he was saying. "other people on the other side of the beach...like you...like you said." "Okay." Her mind was everywhere, but at the forefront was: stay busy. Don't go into shock. Don't completely lose your shit.

She is mid-search through the luggage when she comes across a cotton dress among the water-soaked items. It's dark red, but she can't tell if that's due to the water or if the dress is usually that color. She grabs the fabric in both hands and attempts to rip it in half, much akin to what she's seen in plenty of tv shows and films. The fabric goes taunt immediately and the force she expends nearly sends her falling over... but the fabric remains intact. You've got to be shitting me..

An exasperated sigh warns of the next response she has; which is to say, she flails the fabric around, pulling with her feet and tugging with her teeth in opposite directions in more desperate attempts to get the cotton to rip. Eventually she gives up with a low groan of annoyance.

Back into the bags she goes, digging for something... anything... that would be sharp enough to give her a start on the fabric so that she could use it to bandage the guy's head.

SPLASH

She turns around, looking over her shoulder. At first she doesn't see him, and when she does, she's cussing like a sailor under her breath and stumble-flailing from her seat in the sand toward him. "Fuck, fuck... shit... SHIT, please... Hey, man... Hey.." she attempts to drag his head up onto her lap so that his nose is away from the water. [color=#E4287C]"It only takes, like, a teaspoon or some shit to drown in, you know.. fuck.. Oh, god, please don't be dead.." She almost sobs as she struggles to get her arms beneath his underarms. If successful, she begins to try and tug him up the beach. It's slow, sloppy, and she sounds like a hog in heat with all her grunting and moaning in her attempts to drag his form along the sand and back up onto the dunes.

Only once she has drug him over to her little pile of wreckage does she lay him down, his head propped up against one of the washed-ashore bookbags. She hovers over him for a moment, making sure he's breathing, before she goes back to searching in the bags.

After ten minutes of searching through the bags..

Lizzie has wrapped Lucas' head in the blue dress- having given up on cutting it into strips. Instead, she's used a belt to secure the entire lumpy-thing to his head. She takes a moment longer to ensure he's still breathing and then she sets off into the treeline. The sun is a warm orange on the horizon, the first warning that night is approaching.

Night has set.

Lizzie comes from the treeline with a canteen strapped to her waist and several thick banana leaves drug behind her. She sets about pulling fallen bamboo poles together to lean them against one of the rocks that sit in the treeline just as the ground turns to sand. Once the poles are in place, she begins the tedious task of moving the luggage from the beach into the small lean-to she's made. Aside from Lucas and the backpack, the deflated, bright-yellow raft is the last thing she grabs. She drags it from the rocks to the lean-to and struggles for a good ten minutes to get the plastic over the bamboo poles. Just in time, it would seem, because no sooner does she get the raft situated than she hears a loud clap of thunder overhead.

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She doesn't have time to get to Lucas before the rain starts coming down, and hard. By whatever strength she has left, she manages to drag his body under the lean, the backpack that was under his head now on her back. The lean is small, not even enough room to sit up in, so she has to drag his body across her own to get him under the make-shift roof. Lightening splits over the water, and seconds later another clap of thunder shakes the treeline. She curls up the lips of the deflated raft, using rocks to make a lip on the bottom so that the water from the rain could catch on the plastic. All shit she'd seen in movies, but never, in a million years, had she expected to have to use herself.



Another bolt of lightening and crack of thunder.

She scampers into the lean, shaking and trembling. It was freezing, between the rain and the wind from the beach. The lean provided shelter from the wind and rain from two sides. The third side was held up by the wall of luggage. Banana leaves would act as their blanket for the night, as Liz draped them over Lucas' legs, waist, and chest. She saves only two for herself, using them over her legs and chest. She falls asleep surprisingly fast, probably due to exhaustion.

At some point in the middle of the night, she rolls over toward Lucas and curls up into him- using his body heat for warmth. She doesn't seem to notice or care that each of them are covered in sand and smell of exhaustion and desperation.

When the sun rises in the morning, there's a few downed trees from the storm but otherwise the beach is unchanged. Birds have the nerve to chirp merrily in the tree-tops, as though all is right in the world. Lizzie is knocked out cold, in a dead sleep as she snores lightly on Lucas' chest, one leg draped over his waist, one arm wrapped over his chest.