Glistening Disaster
So, you look new around here! What’s your name?: Elizabeth Cady Lockehart, Lets be friends?
Oh? And what do you do?: I'm a third year this time around!
Hmmm…, you look: I'm not flat chested,Geez! its Obvious that i'm a girl.
Well, how old are you? Just turned 16!
What race might you be?I'm part demon.
And your Affinity: Its wind.. thought it'd be fire didn't you... yeah that's what I thought at first too.
Do you have any skills or abilities? I wish i could say it was pranks but a lot of people tell me i do an amateur's job. Though i'm good with magic concerning wind! I'll use it whenever i want someone to keep their distance or if i want to quicken my speed. When i say speed, I don't just mean my running speed. I mean the speed of my attacks as well since i do use a katana sometimes. Not to mention i'm a god poet and I'm also really good at fixing swords whenever they get damaged!
Hey, maybe we’re in the same Fighting Arts Class: I'm in a Kendo class, I don't know anyone in my class though... hardly talk to any of them. Don't need to.
So, how would you describe yourself?Yo! I would say I have beautiful short hair. Though the only thing i dislike about is that it has a steelblue color in the dark but when revealed to sunlight it takes on a silvery color. Yet my ruby red eyes never change no matter where I'm at. People always tell me it doesn't match me because i seem like such a nice person. They say it contrast with my personality a lot; it gives me a devilish yet playful look. In reality, they don't know that i'm a fan of pranks, simple things like blowing up someones skirt. Though my pranks are amateurish they are a lot of fun! Hm, as for my body I'm pretty slim but its not just from the healthy food intake. I'm not weak people, I exercise a lot even if i show no progress. Though, i hate it when strangers watch me exercise from afar. They always make comments on my pale skin, saying that I might be anorexic but I'm not! A girl standing at 5'6 can't be considered healthy nowadays or what?
What type of person do you think you are? You could say i'm one of those aloof kids. I'm not emo by any means but rather, i'm socially awkward. I know it does me no good to stay in solitude but i just don't know how to start up a conversation. I wish i did. Ever time i try i always get flustered and ultimately fail to find any common interest. Maybe if i find someone who is a great prankster, i may be able to open up more and get some tips on some better pranks! However, for now i will remain that kid in the corner who everyone talks about but never makes an attempt to approach them. Though, when others aren't looking i take on a girly mentality. Especially when it comes to the manga i love so much! I have what some people would like to call spasm attacks. Say what you want about my little squeal moments, I don't care. The things i like are pranks,poems, and running but the things I hate are people who act childish, damage to my Katana, and getting exhausted. When i'm exhausted i can't do anything right.
I’ll keep this a secret..maybe. Tell me three weakness: I don't handle heat so well so those with the affinity of fire have an advantage of me. There have been cases when someone has diffused their flames into the air and caused me to faint from heatstroke like symptoms. Plus my skin is overly sensitive to said flames. Second would have to be white feathers,not just looking at them... if i just put my hands on them the texture will bring back memories. Memories that cause me to fall in a fit of tears. I won't have control of my body then, i just freeze. Lastly, the use of those i love as a hostage. I will do anything, and I mean anything to keep them alive!
What was life like before Nexus Academy…you know…like when life was normal…haha! Just kidding! Elizabeth had grown up with her birth parents up until the age of ten. In the eyes of a child, in Elizabeth's eyes, life was something molded off of sure bliss. But every child has to realize that happiness can't last forever. For Elizabeth, the moment she realized reality was when her parents parents died. She was by their side when the murder occurred. However, she had gone by unnoticed. By sheer luck she was able to run away from the scene of the crime. Having witness a traumatic event, the child had broken down crying. There was nothing else she could do. After all, she had lost the two most important people to her. Her knees had given up on her and forced her to lower to the ground. The impact of that event had caused her to black out. When she woke up she was in the caring arms of Ciara Lynn Lockehart. Gazing down at her had been two twin boys and their little sister. When Ciara asked her where her parents were, Elizabeth shook her head. The traumatic event had been pushed back into the darkest area of her brain. Subconsciously she had been trying to keep the horrid images away. Her eyes, however, had denied her brain's wishes. Tears had run down her pale cheeks for what seemed like hours. With that simple reaction, Ciara had come up with her own conclusion and decided not to pester Elizabeth. Seeing as no one had followed the girl after a few minutes worth of waiting, Ciara had decided to take her in and as the years progressed Elizabeth had begun to slowly pull away from images of that day. In fact, she had acted as if it never happened. She didn't remember the murder scene or the break down. She hadn't even remembered being taken in by this lady. To her, it was as if she had been with Ciara from the day of her birth. It was the same with every other bad event in her life. She blocked each of those memories out. Yet they rested somewhere deep in her mind. The proof was in the way she acted towards the angel paintings her 'mother' would bring into the house. She would smear red paint over their wings and fingertips. While her brothers thought nothing of it, Ciara thought it had something to do with her past. While she couldn't comprehend why she did such a thing she didn't hold it against her. Elizabeth didn't have a clue why she did this at first but later decided that she may have just been pulling a small prank on her mother. To her, it may have been the first prank that led to the countless ones that followed. Once, she had tried to hide one of her mother's swords but had made the mistake of touching the part that had been emerged in flames. She burnt off the skin of three of fingers nearly causing blood to seep out. While her mother tended to her wounds she had asked why she had put it into the flames in the first place. When she found out about her Ciara's talent for fixing swords she took interest in it. Days on end, she would watch her mother at work until she was finally taught how the process worked. She had been a natural at. However, talking to anyone outside of her house was an arduous task. She had to resort to pranks in order to start up a conversation with them. It may have given her bad attention but to her any attention was fine as long as she knew she wasn't alone.
Anything else?: All I have to say is.. those who see black cats as black luck are idiots!
I know who that is peeking behind you! It’s Glistening Disaster
Oh? And what do you do?: I'm a third year this time around!
Hmmm…, you look: I'm not flat chested,Geez! its Obvious that i'm a girl.
Well, how old are you? Just turned 16!
What race might you be?I'm part demon.
And your Affinity: Its wind.. thought it'd be fire didn't you... yeah that's what I thought at first too.
Do you have any skills or abilities? I wish i could say it was pranks but a lot of people tell me i do an amateur's job. Though i'm good with magic concerning wind! I'll use it whenever i want someone to keep their distance or if i want to quicken my speed. When i say speed, I don't just mean my running speed. I mean the speed of my attacks as well since i do use a katana sometimes. Not to mention i'm a god poet and I'm also really good at fixing swords whenever they get damaged!
Hey, maybe we’re in the same Fighting Arts Class: I'm in a Kendo class, I don't know anyone in my class though... hardly talk to any of them. Don't need to.
So, how would you describe yourself?Yo! I would say I have beautiful short hair. Though the only thing i dislike about is that it has a steelblue color in the dark but when revealed to sunlight it takes on a silvery color. Yet my ruby red eyes never change no matter where I'm at. People always tell me it doesn't match me because i seem like such a nice person. They say it contrast with my personality a lot; it gives me a devilish yet playful look. In reality, they don't know that i'm a fan of pranks, simple things like blowing up someones skirt. Though my pranks are amateurish they are a lot of fun! Hm, as for my body I'm pretty slim but its not just from the healthy food intake. I'm not weak people, I exercise a lot even if i show no progress. Though, i hate it when strangers watch me exercise from afar. They always make comments on my pale skin, saying that I might be anorexic but I'm not! A girl standing at 5'6 can't be considered healthy nowadays or what?
What type of person do you think you are? You could say i'm one of those aloof kids. I'm not emo by any means but rather, i'm socially awkward. I know it does me no good to stay in solitude but i just don't know how to start up a conversation. I wish i did. Ever time i try i always get flustered and ultimately fail to find any common interest. Maybe if i find someone who is a great prankster, i may be able to open up more and get some tips on some better pranks! However, for now i will remain that kid in the corner who everyone talks about but never makes an attempt to approach them. Though, when others aren't looking i take on a girly mentality. Especially when it comes to the manga i love so much! I have what some people would like to call spasm attacks. Say what you want about my little squeal moments, I don't care. The things i like are pranks,poems, and running but the things I hate are people who act childish, damage to my Katana, and getting exhausted. When i'm exhausted i can't do anything right.
I’ll keep this a secret..maybe. Tell me three weakness: I don't handle heat so well so those with the affinity of fire have an advantage of me. There have been cases when someone has diffused their flames into the air and caused me to faint from heatstroke like symptoms. Plus my skin is overly sensitive to said flames. Second would have to be white feathers,not just looking at them... if i just put my hands on them the texture will bring back memories. Memories that cause me to fall in a fit of tears. I won't have control of my body then, i just freeze. Lastly, the use of those i love as a hostage. I will do anything, and I mean anything to keep them alive!
What was life like before Nexus Academy…you know…like when life was normal…haha! Just kidding! Elizabeth had grown up with her birth parents up until the age of ten. In the eyes of a child, in Elizabeth's eyes, life was something molded off of sure bliss. But every child has to realize that happiness can't last forever. For Elizabeth, the moment she realized reality was when her parents parents died. She was by their side when the murder occurred. However, she had gone by unnoticed. By sheer luck she was able to run away from the scene of the crime. Having witness a traumatic event, the child had broken down crying. There was nothing else she could do. After all, she had lost the two most important people to her. Her knees had given up on her and forced her to lower to the ground. The impact of that event had caused her to black out. When she woke up she was in the caring arms of Ciara Lynn Lockehart. Gazing down at her had been two twin boys and their little sister. When Ciara asked her where her parents were, Elizabeth shook her head. The traumatic event had been pushed back into the darkest area of her brain. Subconsciously she had been trying to keep the horrid images away. Her eyes, however, had denied her brain's wishes. Tears had run down her pale cheeks for what seemed like hours. With that simple reaction, Ciara had come up with her own conclusion and decided not to pester Elizabeth. Seeing as no one had followed the girl after a few minutes worth of waiting, Ciara had decided to take her in and as the years progressed Elizabeth had begun to slowly pull away from images of that day. In fact, she had acted as if it never happened. She didn't remember the murder scene or the break down. She hadn't even remembered being taken in by this lady. To her, it was as if she had been with Ciara from the day of her birth. It was the same with every other bad event in her life. She blocked each of those memories out. Yet they rested somewhere deep in her mind. The proof was in the way she acted towards the angel paintings her 'mother' would bring into the house. She would smear red paint over their wings and fingertips. While her brothers thought nothing of it, Ciara thought it had something to do with her past. While she couldn't comprehend why she did such a thing she didn't hold it against her. Elizabeth didn't have a clue why she did this at first but later decided that she may have just been pulling a small prank on her mother. To her, it may have been the first prank that led to the countless ones that followed. Once, she had tried to hide one of her mother's swords but had made the mistake of touching the part that had been emerged in flames. She burnt off the skin of three of fingers nearly causing blood to seep out. While her mother tended to her wounds she had asked why she had put it into the flames in the first place. When she found out about her Ciara's talent for fixing swords she took interest in it. Days on end, she would watch her mother at work until she was finally taught how the process worked. She had been a natural at. However, talking to anyone outside of her house was an arduous task. She had to resort to pranks in order to start up a conversation with them. It may have given her bad attention but to her any attention was fine as long as she knew she wasn't alone.
Anything else?: All I have to say is.. those who see black cats as black luck are idiots!
I know who that is peeking behind you! It’s Glistening Disaster
