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CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Elizabeth Glace
Nicknames: Liza, Lizzie, Liz
Character age: 24
Birthdate: December 24th
Gender: Female
Is this character supernaturally inclined? Witch with elemental control over ice/snow/etc.
Strengths: Elizabeth has the power to control or manipulate ice and snow elements. She is metaphysically inclined in both spells, and circles, but even more impressive are her elemental powers. Ever since she was a young child, she was able to play with the winter season more than anyone she knew. They thought she was just lucky, able to keep snowballs alive longer than anyone else, but they were just oblivious. Now, Lizzie can turn her abilities on and off so to speak, and put a coating of frost on flowers and have them still live, or even freeze water with a touch of her lips or a brush of her palm.
Weaknesses Fire and other elements of that nature intimidate Elizabeth. She can be in a room with a fireplace, but she will not often be seen sitting before it and warming her hands. Like many witches, she does not feel comfortable in man-made buildings that are entirely of modern technology. She would much prefer being outdoors within nature, for her powers are weaker and more hypsersensitive.
Weapons carried on person: Owns various daggers of both silver and steel blades, but rarely brings them with her for she is often in Einar's care.

Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Long, straight and blond
Eye colour: Vivid icy blue
Portrayal: Sienna Miller
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Physical description: Elizabeth is simple in her appearance, a natural beauty adorning her body but not really making her anything "special" to most passerbys. Hair is of medium length and falls to just about her bosom, naturally straight and often left down, it creates a frame of a tinsel-like substance around her icy blue eyes. Delicate curves make her frame that of a woman, with petite breasts and petite stature making her into something that looks like it could break if you dropped it- much like a snowflake. Though looks can be deceiving, for this porcelain complexed woman is a determined and independent lady.

Likes: Winter, snow, sledding, wolves, night time, nature, the outdoors, lust
Dislikes: Summer, droughts, modern architecture, being enclosed in metal, torture, cramped spaces
Fears: Cramped spaces, elevators, airplanes
Nervous habits: Biting her lower lip, and subconsciously having her hands turn icy cold

Personality description: Elizabeth sees the world with optimism. There aren't bad people unless they prove to be truly evil. She has no bias towards anyone, except maybe Hunters that seek to kill truly innocent creatures. She's an intuitive person, always seeking to learn something new and figure out why or how. She's interested in being around new people, and isn't one to be timid. She's good at being quiet and compliant when she has to be, and is a willing donor for blood or sex. Many of her circle had seen her as a disgrace, for she was a creature of life being the witch she was of wyld magick, but at the same time she fed the undead her life's sustenance. They didn't realize that she was giving life, and that was enough for her. She is submissive when the time is right, but needless to say she won't fall on her knees for anything male.

Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Jonathan and Alyssa Glace
Siblings: Addison Glace [brother]
Children: None

History: Elizabeth grew up in a small town outside of London with her family. She was a normal girl- attending school diligently and receiving good grades to be the gem of her parents' eyes. Ever since she was a young girl, she had always loved the wintertime. She'd play in the snow in shorts and a t-shirt, and come back inside warm to the touch, but not feverishly so. She seemed unaffected by the low temperatures and it puzzled her parents. Nevertheless, she lived a modest life.

As an adolescent, she became more desperate for snow days, and more fond of sneaking out in the middle of the night the evening before a big test or project was due. Her family, being witches, had developed a strong relationship with their circle, and so had the circles' children. Elizabeth was close friends with a cluster of this fellow witches, and wandering in the evening was a frequent of theirs. One night, the temperature had dropped considerably, and it was a few degrees below freezing. Her friends were bundled up tight, but Elizabeth wore only pants and a thin long-sleeved shirt. Suddenly, one of her friends collapsed, her legs falling from beneath her and hypothermia began to consume her body. Frightened, Elizabeth began to lift the girl into her arms, but she didn't help- no, she instead caused the chill to course through her, her heartrate to slow, and almost cause her to inwardly freeze. Pulling away with a gasp, the young teens body fell to the earth with a hollow thud. The group panicked, unsure of what to do. Those icy hands were hot against Lizzie's worried face, and so a timid finger reached for the fallen creature. Sending that power through her once more, cautious, careful, she tried to reverse it, to melt the ice she had formed. Eyelids flickered open in the girl once more, and the chill seemed to melt away like ice itself.

That was the first and last time she let her power run wild. Years passed, and with them came wisdom. She learned out to tame these icy powers and use her ability for good, rather than evil. Brain-washed in a way to be an innocent ice-like-deity, she tried to forget that fateful day. Now, the winter-loving girl is out of place, surrounded by an always-warm city that seemed so wrong to her. But she had heard that there was someone here that could show her how to tame that magick that had consumed her body since childhood, and so the witch was in Miami, searching for the one named Gerard.

Writing Sample: Bare feet moved through the indoor garden, voice humming a soft tune as she went along. Blue dress was caught in the breeze from her momentum, whisking the whispy material behind her in an elegant curtain of color. Hair was pulled back in a French braid, keeping it out of her face as her gaze danced on the various life around her. The garden was truly magnificent, but it was too summery for her liking. Christmas was rapidly approaching and perfectly colorful flowers reeking of summer sunshine were just out of place. She told them she'd decorate the garden, and so she planned to do just that.

Stopping first at the poinsettias, the essence of Christmas flora, Elizabeth soon fell to her knees. Planting her lips atop one of the flower's petals, she let a sprinkling of her power rush across the crimson petals, through the steam and onto the leaves before spreading to another flower and repeating the process. She was an elemental witch, with powers that promoted life, and so the flowers continued to live under her touch. They sparkled in the light of the room, glistening like ice dusted things they were. Many hours passed within the garden, and before long, a servant was in her pursuit. "Madame, you've-" she stopped suddenly, glancing upwards and noticing what the room was now bestowed with, "Why.. it's lovely," the maid said in a hushed voice as her curious hands reached for an icicle above the door from which she entered. "Thank you Kathryn, but you were saying?" Elizabeth inquired, and soon received a timid reply, "Y-yes, our Master wishes to speak with you," she said and curtsied, before turning on her heel to leave. "I will be coming momentarily," Liza called to her as she left, and quickly envisioned a thin blanket of snow. Running her feet slowly across the damp ground of the garden, a dusting soon fell in place and added to the Christmas spirit. This snow was almost warm, not chilling to the skin, and was left be as Elizabeth closed the door to the garden, and tinted the observation window with frost.

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