Elizabeth Davies

[Elizabeth Davies]

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ELIZABETH DAVIES
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THE CHARACTER

FULL NAME: Elizabeth Davies
NICK NAMES: Tutu, Liz, Effy
PREFERRED NAME: None, but Effy, if any
AGE: 25
GENDER: female
OCCUPATION: worked at a bookstore in LA
HOME REGION: South-west
PREFERRED WEAPONS: Sig Sauer 1911 for defense, knives and daggers for fun!

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Standing at around 5’7” Elizabeth is not extraordinarily tall, nor is she short. She doesn’t have much in the way of anything impressive on her body; a common albeit slightly skinny image is what you see when looking at her. Not only is it fairly unremarkable, but there are not many scars or bruises on her. Not from childhood, not from the apocalypse. The remarkable thing about her is indeed her face. Described by many to be an angelic mask covering up something far more sinister, it is her main feature. Centered by eyes that change colour depending on the light – light green, light grey, and light blue, she is by many considered a good deal of perfection where her face is concerned.

PERSONALITY: Elizabeth is truly difficult to explain. See, she is not known by a lot of people. She is intensely quiet, her piercing eyes always expressing themselves rather than forcing her to use words. Her eyes, previously mentioned, do not, however, express many emotions. Effy’s emotional range is rather dampened compared to others. They express a creepy curiosity most of the time, a curiosity in things that to others might think unseemly and terrifying. To her, those things are things of wonder and joy, amazing and sparkling to her as a 40 carat diamond to any regular person. They may also express anger, frustration, or an intense wish to bash someone’s head in and thus lead herself to the wonder she felt at the aforementioned things. Otherwise, there is not much to know about her. Before the apocalypse she didn’t speak much either, and those who did indeed think they knew her knew her as a person who only spoke when she had something snide, sarcastic, or rude to say.. most people assumed it to be a dark sense of humor, and while they were in part correct, they were wrong in always assuming it.. she enjoys discord and chaos, and her comments are often made to create just that, used to manipulate people her way. This is not just for the discomfort of other people.. one way Effy has been known to invoke some kind of feeling other than those of loathing she has for others is with some degree of self-abuse – she is no stranger to wildly ridiculous drugs, alcohol abuse, and other such frivolities. None of these things have changed since the world ended. One thing that did was her malice. With morals being somewhat wobbly in the time after the apocalypse, she unlocked her enjoyment of seeing others squirm, and fascination with their discomfort.. this made her a rather unpleasant person, not one to naturally have morals without the guidance of consequences.

LIKES

• Blood, pain, and other discomforting things
  
• Drugs and alcohol
  
• Chaos and drama
  
• Causing emotional upheavals in others
  
• the apocalypse
  

DISLIKES

• People attempting to “understand” her, or question her personality or motives
  
• Being wrong
  
• Consequences
  
• Self-ritcheousness
  
• Animals, bugs, plants.. anything remotely alive that isn’t living dead
  

HISTORY BEFORE: Elizabeth was born in Bristol, England. Her parents were a middle-class family, rather ordinary and nice. Father and mother loved one another, they loved Elizabeth and her brother Stephen, who was but two years older than her. Did they love them equally? Yes. Did they take far too much of an interest in their children’s lives? Yes. See, Effy was made to do ballet when she was a child (hence the nickname Tutu), her brother made to play the classical piano. While they never once told their parents that they disliked these things, they grew increasingly tired of them, and her brother soon found an outlet by skipping out on his lessons and going for beers with his friends. This was where Elizabeth’s habits were born. But before we get to that, let us first examine her as a child. She was unusually bright, but never made enough of an effort in school to participate or to excel. She simply was there, knew her course work well enough to pass with decent grades, and rarely spoke a word. She came to have friends despite this.. people seemed to gravitate toward her quiet personality.. it even seemed as though some relished her cruelty and continuously would seek out her approval by doing increasingly stupid things. This, to her, was an amusement, and with her terrible influence grew her popularity. Around the ages of 12 and 13 her encouragement for them to steal, lie, and cheat for her once became such a problem that she for weeks was left with no friends, no one to amuse her – everyone else had been grounded for stealing a crate of beer, getting drunk, and accidentally tipping a smart car onto a fire hydrant. Effy was a terrible influence indeed, and was never once caught doing anything herself. You see, she only coerced people to do her bidding, never setting foot in an illegal situation herself, amusedly watching from the sidelines.

She had never known the effects of drugs and alcohol before her brother used it as an escape. Their parents had begun putting pressure on their piano and ballet training, and while Effy at this point was completely aware of the effects the drink had on her friends, she had never tried it herself. Once she did, all she remembered the next morning was how great of a time she had, and not a name of any of the half-naked people strewn in someone’s apartment. This, she found was now her escape. It was the only time she had felt anything but amusement at other peoples’ misfortune and stupidity, and she did not wish for it to stop. So with that, it only escaladed into drugs, parties, promiscuity, and everything else a teenager normally does, except 10 times worse. Her brother, the one person she might truly have connected with her entire life, the one person she had bonded with, had created a security net for her in which she could sneak out of the house each night, go party, and be back before their parents noticed.


When she was about to start college a series of events unfolded that she had not seen coming. Her parents got a divorce, as her father had apparently been having an affair with his secretary (yes, how cliché!) for several years. This threw her family into chaos, her like-minded brother and herself seemed more or less unaffected by the change in marital status, but living at home was becoming increasingly unbearable. Her mother was now situated in her room crying 24/7, inconsolable (not that anyone was trying), and unable to do much of anything. For that one summer Effy’s life nearly crumpled when her brother moved away and left her alone with her mother. Disgusted, rather than feeling sorry for her eternally depressed mother, she decided that it was not worth it to stay with someone so worthless, she thought. This is when she decided to run away.

She ran to America. LA, to be exact. She did it more for irony than anything else. It was where people normally went to get their dreams fulfilled. But ever the optimist, she thought that since she had no dreams, she could at least go laugh at the heartbreak those who did were suffering. When she first arrived, she literally had nothing but a backpack with her, and no money. It wasn’t that she expected to skate by, it was simply that she didn’t think it through because she just wanted to get the hell out of there, and hell.. she was arrogant enough to believe that someone would be stupid enough to take care of her. She could always manipulate her way around, she thought. Sadly, her thoughts were confirmed when a producer on her very first day in Hollywood told her she had the face of a star, and voila! Started taking care of her. One time, however, her manipulation went too far, and when she lost him something like a billion-dollar contract she was back on the streets. Here, she literally went from party to party every day for about 2 weeks before she finally got a job at a bookstore.

Here, she worked for a couple of mostly uneventful years until the apocalypse hit town.

DURING APOCALYPSE: It was closing time at the bookstore and Effy was doing her usual duties of stacking away the final books people had left in the wrong spots (many of which were on the floor). Expressionless she picked them up one by one and threw them in the cart, until she heard a sound by the entrance. She was not surprised- people walked into the bookstore after hours all the time if she left the door unlocked, thinking it was still open. "We're closed,"[/color] she had said, turning around the corner of a bookshelf, noting a distinctive look of distress on the person's face who had entered. Effy, however, did not notice (if she did she may well have taken advantage of their obviously vulnerable state) and simply stepped toward the person, gave them a rather violent shove back out the door before closing it in their confused-looking face. She spun around, continued her duties, and then began home in a rather nice Aston Martin her previous squeeze had gotten for her. Turning on her television she saw the news of people becoming sick everywhere, but thought it just another N1H1 hysteria. It was not until the next day when she dressed and was on her way to work that she realized something was truly wrong.. the streets were chaotic and buildings were already burning. At this point, she turned her car in the direction of a gun store instead - if this chaos was truly as ridiculous as it seemed she was not above getting a firearm. With the gates down and a man locking up the door, she got out of her car and walked to him. He spun around, staring at her with intense fear (probably thinking she was dead). She simply stared back with equal intensity, though lacking in fear - she didn't know what fear was. When he made no move to speak, she simply pushed past him, taking the keys from his hand and barging in the store. The man followed her into the store, finally beginning to scream incoherently at her about the loss of morality simply because the streets were in chaos, causing her to turn, stare at him, then give him a hideously malicious smile. He lunged at her then, knocking her to the ground. She scrambled to roll over on her stomach and crawl toward the counter, all the while having the man pull her toward him in an epic struggle to keep her from what she was going for: the knives in the glass display counter. With a kick she managed to escape his grasp and reach for a small pocket knife. She spun around, unthinking, and dug the knife into his neck. There was silence in the store now, save the gurgling sound coming from the now dying man. With blood sputtering from his neck you'd think any reasonable person would have a mental break. Effy? no. She simply stared, her eyes wide with surprise for a moment at the scene in front of her, but that soon passed as she removed the knife from his neck and stared intently at the blood-stained blade. She touched the blood dripping off it, studying the stains on her hand as though it were a precious gem. when the man fell to his death in front of her she flipped the lifeless body around and stared at the wound still gushing with blood. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, and as much was evident in her face, as she ran her fingers over the wound and smiled. Smiled. This event was what caused her to stay in the gun store for the next couple of days, happily thinking that this act was a work of art... but she could do better, she thought as she finally decided to pack up and leave, only wishing and hoping that the chaos hadn't subsided, eager to be a big part of it.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

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PLANS: Maybe starts a gang of raiders.. her brother may well show up also. Otherwise, none..

ANYTHING ELSE?: Aside from "I apologize that this sucks, it was super difficult to write, and I lost patience by the time I reached the end of the history"? no

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

GO BY: Thyra
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HOW DID YOU FIND US?: fate? *eyebrow wiggle*
PASSWORD: *****
TIME ZONE: EST

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