Post by ELIZABETH SWANN on Aug 14, 2010 1:25:31 GMT -5
ELIZABETH SWANN
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[/b]: Elizabeth.
SURNAME: Swann.
ALIAS: Lizzie.
TITLE: Miss.
AGE: Twenty.
AFFILIATION: Commoner
BRANDED?: No.
RANK: N/A
SHIP: N/A
࿂ DESCRIBE YESELF![/color]
I'm neither beautiful nor ugly, I'm quite average by my own words. Though I do hear many compliments from the maids, and lady-in-waitings, and even from James, or William. Flattery is all. That's how I take it. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind it one bit. But if ever there was a competition for beauty, I wouldn't be entering. Give me one for wits and brains, and you can bet I'd take home the prize. But enough about that. I have long curly hair that reaches to just above my waist. A combination of blonds and browns that match well with my dark brown eyes. My skin is quite pale for a women who spends as much time in the sun as I do, soft to the touch, and free from blemishes of any kind. I'm tall for my gender, though not tall enough to scare men away, but I can hold my own well enough against even the sternest of men. I'm light, just above a hundred pounds, I'm quite proud of my figure, though I don't care much about it, it's just how I was made. And I wear dresses. Thick heavy ones of English build, that drag and slow me down. Petticoats and undergarments galore that itch incessantly and make me want to rip my hair out. And corsets. Oh, those bloody things are like hell. Honestly, how do women breathe with those things tied so damn tightly around their stomachs?
࿂ WHAT GIVES YE PLEASURE?
I rather like the life I have. I love being pampered and having cooks and maids, and perhaps I'm a bit spoiled, and take advantage of it. But it is the way I've been raised, so, can you really blame me for enjoying it? I find pirates absolutely fascinating. Really, I do. Ever since I was a young girl, I was intrigued by them. I'd read every book I could grasp about pirates, how cut throat and ruthless they were. How absolutely dreadful they were to others, and how much I wanted to meet one and see them for what they really were. Whatever that may be. My father is a big part of my life. He's the only one I can truly trust in this world, and I love him more then I do myself. With my mother gone, he's all I really have left, and I would do anything to make him happy, and keep him well. And Will, I've grown rather fond of Will since we first met those eight years ago. I had quite the crush on him, and well, marrying him will be the greatest joy of my life. Though, that seems rather impossible now. And the sea. I love the sea, every wave and hidden treasure it holds. I grew up near the port, and when I could go sailing, I did. Every chance I get, I go to the sea. It's like some mystic pull the water has over me.
࿂ WHAT MAKES YE ANGRY?[/color]
First and foremost, Mr. Beckett. That... man completely ruined everything the day he stepped into Port Royal. He has a knack, with his stuck up nose, and royal air, to just annoy and completely anger anyone who comes in contact with him. I can honestly say I hate that man. He ruined my wedding, robbed me of my wedding night, arrested me! And sent Will out to find Mr. Sparrow. I fear that Beckett has some ulterior motive with everything. And I hate it. Prison, these small cells are dank and most uncomfortable. I plan on doing whatever it takes to keep out of these things in the future. Rain is a most trifling thing. It blinds even the most attentive of people, causes storms and capsizes ships. To someone who fears for the safety of others, rain is an awful thing. Men in general are annoying things. With their ego's, and selfish pride, and odd order of priorities. They are always out for themselves, never thinking of others. Also rum. The most vile of all drinks.
࿂ WHAT DO YE HIDE?[/color]
I fear the loss of a loved one, either my father or Will. Losing one of them would be a great blow to my heart, possibly something I would never be able to come back from. Secrets are something I will always have, though I hope ones I'll never have to keep from Will, or even my father. Though, in these days some secrets should stay secret. But I've gotten off topic, I have very little secrets, perhaps one would be my true feelings for Jack Sparrow. Ones not even I am willing to hear. As for regrets, I'm not sure where to start. Taking Will's necklace all those years ago is something I could take back, but after the events that happened, I think that taking it was better then leaving it with him.
࿂ WHAT SKILLS DO YE POSSES?[/color]
I'm quite witty, smart, a mind of my own that I'm not afraid to use. I speak my mind and stand up to even the most intimidating of men. I'm a strong woman, and quite proud of that fact, my mother was a woman such as I am, and I'm proud to follow in her footsteps. As for weapons, well, I'm not terrible with a sword, I'm slowly learning how to better handle them. Will was even teaching me a bit before... Well, before all this.
࿂ HOW DO YE ACT?[/color]
I feel I'm quite refined. Mostly from my raising, always needing to act like a woman, drink tea with a raised pinky, eat with a knife and fork, drink wine in a satisfactory manner, never converse with pirates, wear the biggest, poofiest dresses my father could possibly find. Which is all fine and dandy, I don't mind it much, I just wish I didn't have to act like this. I'm rather adventurous when you get down to it, I like going out on a limb, exploring, harassing pirates, feeling the adrenaline within me go over board. I rather enjoy it really. I'm soft spoken but with a fiery side that people rarely see unless the situation calls for it. I walk with a straight back, proud, but humble all the same. And I never make assumptions about others, classes do not bother me, and besides the fact of hating Beckett
࿂ WOULD YE BE MISSED?[/color]
My relationships are rather limited. I've only ever lived with my father, my mother died when I was quite young, and I have no siblings to call my own. I didn't grow up with other children, so the only friends I really had were the maids and butlers that watched over me. Then there was James, and I like him well enough, but I didn't, and I still don't reciprocate the feelings that he has for me. And Will. Well, he's the one person I'd do absolutely anything for.
࿂ YER STORY![/color]
My childhood was like any others, other children of priviliege that is. I didn't play much with other children, but my parents made sure I was never bored. I played piano, painted, watched my mother sew and sing. She was always sickly from what I remembered, but my father loved and doted on her until her death. It was a harsh blow and soon after I made the crossing from England to Port Royal with my father. He figured that a new setting was exactly what we needed, and I was rather excited to sail so far away from home for the simple fact that I might meet a pirate.
And I did. Sort of.
On that crossing we came across a battle scarred ship, and I spotted a boy in the water, we brought him aboard, and I was put in charge of caring for him. Around his neck was an odd, gold medallion and at first a rush of excitement soared through me. A pirate! A real pirate, and then, at the sound of James' voice, I panicked and hid the trinket on my person. I never mentioned it to Will. He was barely awake the rest of the journey, and he never seemed to miss it.
In Port Royal Will and I became good friends, I slowly grew a soft crush on him, but I never pushed it. Will was always sweet, and... Well-mannered to my father's delight but my own annoyance. My father only wants the best for me, and I understand that he believes James is the best candidate. But honestly, I could do without his pompous... Ego. Eight years in Port Royal and a few pirate raids later, enter Hector Barbossa and his band of merry skeletons. Well, before that was James' coronation into Commodore. And my rather distasteful meeting with a Mr. Sparrow. But the real fun didn't happen until the next night, when I was taken, under the misconception that I was in fact Miss Turner, away from my home.
Only later did I find out about their little... Problem, and the fact that my blood, wasn't the blood they needed to break their curse. It was Will's. Who showed up rather promptly to save me. My heart nearly exploded at the mere sight of him. Of course, then I found out in was working with Jack, which unnerved me a bit, I gave him back his medallion, our ship was run aground by Hector, I was stranded on an Island full of rum with a stinky, cocky, Jack Sparrow. Saved once more by Norrington, and promised my hand to him if he went to save Will.
And after a fight, and lies, and a final defeat, we returned home to Port Royal, where we freed Mr. Sparrow from the gallows a second time, and my father finally realized Will and my love for each other. We were set to be married as soon as possible. But the wedding kept getting postponed because of kidnappings, old enemies, a hurricane, and countless other tales.
Until at last! We had the date set, and I was in my wedding gown, and ready... And then those white sails entered our horizon, and the rain continued to pour. And I was arrested by none other then Lord Cutler Beckett. And now here I sit, in a dank jail cell, awaiting to either be hung, or by some miracle escape.
While Will is out there searching for Jack. Or is he?
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TWENTY-ONE ࿂ KEIRA KNIGHTLEY ࿂ FIVE YURRS
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RP SAMPLE. <3
I dun need one. <3
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