Name: Telly Deathridge [ Tel ]
Age: 84 going on 85
D.o.b: September 7 1927
Race: Human Immortal [b*****d]
Family Relations: Grandmother Lola Age: 90
Mother: Claire- dead
Father: Hannibal- Dead
Grand father: Tony age: 102
Aunt: Fleur –dead
Sister: Tanya –Presuming Dead
Outlook On Life: It’s never to be wasted, but if she could she’d die rather then Live forever knowing it’s harder to kill her then she’d like.
[iu]Personality: Rather blunt, outgoing intelligent, kind, respectful, Like most human-temperamental.
Faults in personality: anger Management issues, bored with most life, bluntness tends to get her into trouble, likes to argue or have ‘heated conversation’.
Imperfections: Scars around her body, slight Vision issues, bad habits like chewing her lips and inside of her mouth, Is a Masochistic ‘whore’, Hospitalized a few times for behavior, and wounds alike. Tattooed back.
Story:
When Telly was a small child she learned what pain was and liked it. Worked to get past acting like a freak. At Ten Telly found great interest in Culinary literature and the medical world including the criminally insane. Profiling was her favorite thing to work on. At fifteen Telly was deported to ready her mind in all three fields and excelled very quickly because her interests. Found great joy in classical music and symphonies though she can’t play anything worth herself. At 18 she was studied on and at twenty she was captured by federal against of the enemy side at the time, and tortured. To test her limits mostly. She was eventually pushed into Silent insanity and a harsh numbness to pain. Three or four years later she was released and rescued by people she didn’t know and slowly nursed her body back to health. In that time she learned her mother and sister where killed and that shortly after her father, Hannibal killed himself at loss of his family thinking she was dead as well. For a while Telly was in-dispose, seven years passing making her thirty she still holds the nineteen year old looks just as she always had. Training herself she became strong and at fifty she killed who she thought was her enemy and soon died into darkness long forgotten she stumbled across River, side, old wanting to know more she took silent interest and eventually quarreled with the dark woman losing horrible. In return for her new found respect She was hired as a Babysitter and guard for River’s two children.
Appearance::
Scars: On her face; Starting from the corner of her lips going out to her jaw bone and behind the ears [Like the black dahlias face]. Another formed from right cheek bone, over the bridge of her nose and to the left cheek bone.
Arms: She doesn’t really have many, on her right arm about five inches from her wrist she has a scar that runs all the way around making a circle of her upper arm to signalized where it was amputated and sown back onto her body. And one down her chest.
Height: Five feet six inches
Weight: 103lbs
Hair/color: Stringy long dark read hair, reaches her lower back and is layered strangely to accommodate her.
Skin tone: Lightly tanned all over a small sun burn usually on her shoulder tops.
Build: Slight muscle, four pack on her stomach [though she wont admit this]
Eye color: Soft/light green, sea foam almost
Tattoos: On her back she has a fish bone affect, tattooed there, and a ravens shadow in the ‘rib-cage’ part of it.
Others:
Favorite food- Red bean dango with warm sake
Color- Tan and Charcoal
Habits:
Singing, reading, listening to people talking, chewing her lips, wringing her fingers, drawing shapes with her fingers
Dislikes:
As most a lot of trivial things
Facts:
Is embarrassed of her face, hates when people stare at her.
Sees everyone as perfect, because she has some part of low self esteem that stops her from seeing how great she is.
Skin is perfect looking small freckles here and there on her shoulders.
Enjoys tea over coffee any day, would rather be Immortal then mortal because at least she can live to tell some cool stories despite this being hypocritical to her thinking most of the time.
