Elizabetha Dysart
||Age At Time Of Death||
23
||Gender||
Female
||Sexuality||
Heterosexual
||Nicknames||
Beth, or Liza (though she prefers Beth)
||Likes||
- Cold Weather
- Being With Her Family
- Painting
- Sarcasm
- Those Who Will Do Anything For Her
- Sassing Others
- Haunting
||Dislikes||
- Moronic People/PLaying Dumb
- People Who Are Too Friendly
- Hypocrites
- Being Dead
- Sudden Explosive Moments (Anger Issues)
- Tense Atmospheres
- Being Afraid
||Personality||
A sufferer of Intermittent Explosive Disorder, which is defined as having repeated episodes of impulsive, aggressive, violent behavior or angry verbal outbursts in which you react grossly out of proportion to the situation. In her case she does poltergeist like activities. Such as moving things, throwing things, and breaking things. Sometimes she goes as far as to physically attack someone. When she was alive it was milder, but since her emotions are already so unbalanced by being dead its much worse. Despite the IED she can be quite easy to get along with. As long as you can stand her sarcasm and sassy attitude. She doesn't do anything outright mean but can get pretty aggressive at times. She is playful at times and likes to act far younger than she is. She is almost always happy and smiles a lot. When she is friends with someone she is loyal to them and more friendly than if that person were a stranger. Unless she is having an episode she is pretty nice and sweet, but when her emotional balance tips then its best to leave her alone.
||Appearance||
In some ways she resembles her sister, and in others she doesn't at all. Standing at a mere 5'4" she is a fairly small and petite young woman. Her skin is pale and seems to make her blue eyes stand out more. She is very fond of the color gold, and is often wearing it as an accent. Her hair is long, blonde, and curly falling down past her shoulders. She died wearing a dress, which would have been for her birthday party if she were to live just a few months longer. The dress is long and white with gold lace on the sleeves and at the bottom accompanied by a rather unique topaz necklace given to her by her mother.
||History||
She grew up as the youngest in a wealthy family living in Texas. She always enjoyed the finer things in life and was quite spoiled by the time she was old enough to want after things that poorer families could not obtain. She spent much of her time alone as a child as her disorder was much more prominent in that time. Only her family could get close to her during that time. As she grew older however she began to lust for adventure. She wan't to venture away from her home but knew that her parents wished differently of her. They wanted her to marry soon. To a man she didn't know and could already tell she would never come to love. She was going to run away but could not bring herself to do so until after her twenty fourth birthday would come and go. Unfortunately for her that birthday never came. She died before that could ever happen, and in such a strange way. They found her in her birthday dress, laying upon her bed with her throat slit open. Seemingly by her own hand. They thought she must have done it because of her sisters unfortunate death and a mixture of overwhelming emotions. Of course, as time went on Elizabetha knew better than that. She knew that something had killed them, both of them.