Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2012 1:17:00 GMT -5
Lisbeth Annelise Winther
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Name: Lisbeth Annelise Winther
Nickname: Lis, Beth, Lissy
Gender: Female
Age: 17 going on 18
Sexuality: Bisexual
Fairytale: The Snow Queen
Year: Year 7
Face Claim: Evan Rachel Wood
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Personality: Lisbeth is typical rebellious teenager. She will be manipulative to get her way, refuse to think that anyone is superior to her, and will not, under any circumstances, listen to an adult. Really, there's no logic to her way of thinking, but she's a stubborn one. Lis tends to be on the more dominant side, superior to anyone she befriends or sleeps with. Honestly, she doesn't care too much about her sexual partners. She's practically incapable of love, and her only concerns are herself, though her pride only appears physically rather than verbally. Naturally, Lisbeth has a soft side, but anyone'll be lucky if they see it. Lisbeth portrays strength, and never lets anyone see her vulnerable side. But despite the fact that Lis may seem to be careless and apathetic to the world around her, she has some strong opinions about certain things, and knows when to fight for something.
Appearance: It's easy to spot Lisbeth in a crowd. She's usually the one with the pale skin, the long blonde hair, and the pale blue eyes. She stands at about 5'7", and almost always will wear heels to make herself appear superior to everyone. No doubt about it that Lis will be wearing some heavy makeup, almost as if to hide her true self. A bored expression will often be on her face, but every once in a while, a smudge of a smile will show.
Lisbeth's wardrobe really varies. Sometimes, it'll depend upon her mood, and other times, upon the people she'll see. Most of the time, Lisbeth will pull on a dress with pumps, and she'll be all set, but other days, when she feels she's got nobody to impress, jeans and any one of her tops will do just fine. White is her favorite color, and will always have something white on her outfit.
History: Lisbeth's actually got quite a history to tell. Though she may only have lived seventeen years altogether, nobody in all of Europe has ever been as mischievous as Lisebth has been in the past five years. As a child, Lis was okay. Normal. She found herself pulling glasses of water on her when she could hardly reach the table, and burning every last one of her fingers on a boiling kettle pot, but nothing a toddler wouldn't normally do. As she got older, Lisbeth only got smarter and slyer. She quickly learned where her mother hid the cookie jar, and often had to lie to get her way, during all of which most adults saw her as an angel.
The one thing her parents always made sure Lisbeth never knew was that she had been adopted as a little baby. Technically, Lisbeth has three biological sisters, and all four girls were scattered among various parts of the world, adopted by other families. Nothing is known about the biological parents (though it is heavily implied that Lisbeth's biological mother was a witch of some sort).
By the age of twelve, Lisbeth began realizing that she had these kind of...powers that gave her a bit of control over the weather. Nothing major, like controlling the weather, make it do as she wanted, but she was able to bring in a gust of wind here, an extra inch of snowfall over there...It usually had to do with the snow and with ice. But this was her secret, and Lis only used these powers when she was certain she was alone. This interferred with her personal life, when she almost killed an ex-boyfriend after kissing him a third time, nearly freezing him to death. Ever since then, she stayed away from lip-lock (or at least, a third kiss with the same person).
Her studies were never a problem, Lis being one of the smartest students in her class, but when she didn't feel up to going to school, she would ditch and find others to hang out with. Once Lis entered high school, she knew that was it. It was going to be her four years to shine and to show everyone just what she had in her. She started by piercing her own ears one day after school, in front of an audience. And then getting a tattoo under her left breast which said 'breathe', and a lighting bolt heart on her right pelvis. She began to pull stunts at school, that which teachers didn't approve of, and yet, kept up her grades, just to give the staff something to talk about.
Despite the fact that Lisbeth was rebellious and refused to do as told until in her own time, she was also a saint when she wanted to be, usually when she wanted to annoy her parents of her teachers. Nobody could do anything to punish her, because nobody had any proof of whatever wrong she did, and nobody wanted to deal with her. She became nearly impossible with which to deal. Still, Lisbeth kept her head high, her chin up, and her dignity well-preserved. It was really only when the twins were born, her brother and sister, that Lisbeth began to keep away from her family, realizing that she'd rather liked her solitude and undivided attention, and became jealous. Now, she has become estranged to her family, more particularly to her seven-year-old siblings, Heidi and Jakob.
Because of her attitude and actions, Lisbeth's parents sent her off to Trenale, where she was to study at Tintagel, unbeknownst to the close approaching of war. But Lisbeth couldn't be more delighted about this fact. One war hit, she was ready. She was always ready. Unfortunately, the stupid portal she'd used had given her limited powers.
Other: Dreams do come true!
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Lisbeth couldn't remember the last time she'd enjoyed a snowfall like one. Of course, it always snowed in Scandinavia, but this time, the little white wonders were perfectly magical. It was almost as if Lisbeth could communicate with them, tell them how much she took pleasure in their arrival this time. The six-cornered beauties continued falling gently around Lis as she stared up at the sky, watching as her world turned white all over again.
Smiling to herself, Lis wondered why this was the only thing that could give her the ultimate pleasure. Sex was nice, but it hardly made her happy enough to smile about it, or think about it the next day. Snow, on the other hand, made Lis feel like she could breathe again, experience life all over. An inexplicable wonder. Maybe things in life should be considered gifts, but snow was...it was her best friend.
If Lisbeth had a choice, she would choose to live up high on a mountain, in a castle made of snow and ice, where she would guide weather's hand. It would always snow, of course, eternally so. And she would make sure others enjoyed this as much as she did.
Nobody paid much attention to Lisbeth's desires, however. They were always too busy dealing with her flaws and her mischief. Really, why should anyone bother give her a punishment, when all they had to do was to stick her outside during a snowstorm to keep her from getting into any more trouble?
Pulling the fox fur closer to her chin, Lisbeth found herself smirking now. The snow just gave her more and better ideas with what to do when she was bored. A slight gesture made by Lisbeth's hand caused the wind to start blowing around the area in which she was standing. These little powers were proving to be quite fantastic.
