Elsie
| Full Name: | Elizabeth Clara Graham |
| Position: | Some Dreamer of the Golden Dream |
| Legacy: | Courtier and Peacock |
| Sphere: | Changeling |
| Kith: | Autumn Sidhe |
| Court: | Seelie |
| House: | Beaumayne (Former) |
| Height: | 5'0" |
| Weight: | Girl |
| Hair: | Brown |
| Apparent Age: | Twenties |
Biography
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
The most interesting thing about Elizabeth Graham is the head-on collision that orphaned her. And though this may be a cruel thing to say about a living creature, that cruelty is at the expense of truth. It was this sudden violence -- and three panes of shatterproof glass -- that altered the trajectory of her life forever. When Elsie awoke, she found herself in the hospital. Fate had been kind to her, you see. How could it be that her little body had been shoved through all of that glass and fire and metal, only to be found with minor scrapes and bruises thirty feet away? And so Elsie did what any child would do. She called out for her mother.
But life is unfair, and fate is fickle. Elizabeth Graham lost her mother, father, and older brother in that crash, and would spend the rest of her life in and out of foster care within Los Angeles. On paper, Elsie was an ideal candidate. Quiet. Sweet. Deeply traumatized, but the wealthiest of LA love bit of pathos. And owing to her upbringing, she even had a charming little accent. And yet, in and out of foster homes she bounced, always chasing a forever that would never come. Everyone likes damaged goods until they're cut by bits of broken glass.
And all this is to say nothing of the more... unusual aspects of the young girl. The voices in the dark. The flicking shadows against the wall. Those haunting, twitching things she could always see, right there in the corner of her eye. The ambling sense of directionless that led her to a beautiful woman with sky blue eyes, and the second head-on collision that came when the woman taught her to see for the very first time. Nobody wants to be in a car crash. We just seldom have any choice in these things.
Roleplay Hooks
| Changeling | It's getting dark. Let's light a spark. |
| Story Slam! | Elsie Graham hosts a monthly story slam on UCLA campus! Or wherever she can, really. Each Story Slam has its own theme, and Elsie will typically kick off each event with a story of her own. It's a great way to meet people, have some fun, and dare I say... spread a little creativity? |
| Touched By Death | In her mortal life, she was an Unwilling Medium (3pt Medium Merit) who would often see and hear the dead. These nights, Elsie can still hear whispers and sometimes sees the occasional flicking shadow, but the lines that separate the real from the fantastic have grown a tad... nonexistant. |
| Living Legend | Have you heard the story of the wicked Princess who sat on her throne of ice? Of her kingdom of eternal winter, where summer never came. Of a heart as cold as bitter ice and frozen ryme; of a heart untouched by love or light. Oh? You haven't heard this one? Well, I'm not surprised. It's a story so easily forgotten, but one we would all do well to remember. Let me... remind you. |
| Mortals! | Are you a mortal? If you are, you might *love* Elsie. No, I mean it. You might be very, very, very drawn to her. It's actually a bit of a problem. Maybe it's because, when you look at her, it's as if she sees something special inside of you. Something precious, that glistens and glamours. (Autumn Sidhe frailty) |
| Night at the Museum | Elsie's more... mortal-self spends a good deal of time in the Natural History Museum at USC. It must be tough commutting from UCLA to USC, especially given she's an unpaid intern. But you know, the best things in life are hard. Or something! |
| Dream A Little Dream Of Me? | In the mood for something a bit... weirder? I run Dreamy PRPs for folks who express the interest in them. Let me in them dreams! Inquire within. |
Contacts
| Niamh Connelly | My second head-on collision. |
| Hauk Kaine | A cautionary tale if there ever was one. |
| Cricket | Just what sort of name is Cricket, anyway? |
| Cat and Mouse | What fun little games we play together! |
| Sir Lydia Laflamme ap Fiona | My noble knight, and such a mouthful, too. Your name, I mean! |
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