Post by elizabeth on Jun 27, 2015 19:39:02 GMT
Elizabeth C. Oswald
Vile Maiden
Female
Sixteen
Pansexual
Artist
Anarchist
Appearance
Elizabeth at first sight show a wide variety of peculiarities just from the physical traits that have been imposed upon her since her birth. Albino's are outcast of society that can remain hidden within the conglomeration of people that gather in the city centers. Due to this unfortunate birth defect as some would call it she has a severe absence of color in her features including her hair eyes and skin. This complete and utter lack of pigment isn’t usually healthy and also made Elizabeth sickly for the majority of her life visible in her weakened immune system and almost habitual visit to her bed.
The physical physique of that of a teenager Elizabeth was once told in a care center that her body probably wouldn’t mature much pass this feeble state. Her body structure shows little in the signs of physical muscle or height making her occupation as a sculptor of sorts quite difficult. Instead she is quite short maxing out at a height of 4’10 depending on the size of her heels that she wore and managed to stay upright in. Among these diminished features includ her breast size that is abysmal and often times mistaken as tomboy if she doesn’t wear such attire that makes it obvious. The only proportions of her body that do show some growth are her legs that do have enough muscle to physically walk as she did have issues where she was forced into a wheelchair for the first half of her childhood.
Due to her albinism, Elizabeth has snow white hair that lofly lays atop her silk skin. To the touch people would believe realize that she hadn’t worked a day in her life and had much pampering as a child as her skin's texture offer little firmness and unblemished from melanoma splotches. If someone has the strange desire of such a woman with little changes then they would absolutely adore Elizabeth.
The second physical aspect she received from this were blood red eyes that soon would grow accustomed to viewing such messy scenes. The crimson orbs gaze upon all viewers of with the same childish manner as her own physique offers up an innocence of those children who would enter the kingdom of heaven back in old christianity.
Unfortunately she normally keeps her upper torso completely covered by a black button up coat that keeps in the warmth as her blood pressure seemingly keeps her in a perpetual state of frigidness that she can’t overcome. This inability to keep warm also explains the long foot long scarf that acts both as a mask from inhaling more germs and a belt where she hangs her watch and daggers. This dark trench like coat contains a total of eighteen golden buttons that she had obtained through illegal means. Beneath this trenchcoat she wears a purple blouse that is quite wholesome and womanly for that of a young lady who had intended to attend mass on a Sunday morning.
Streaming up her legs are black seethrough stockings that further play upon this silky illusion to her touch and keeping the dreadful sun and its beating rays upon her body. A loli vibe shrouds the poor girl as she is quite emotional and less than approving of such remarks. If she ever were to become a serial killer it would be obvious that those who called her such would be the first victims. Overtop of the ebony stockings are matching boots that slip up well past her ankles almost high up to her knees.
Her online presence is almost no difference to her real life form as her imagination for changing herself to the usual childish appearances that others use is limited. So instead she merely does a wardrobe change and increased the size of some the feminine physique realizing that it would boost the her numbers with the male following. Along with this she realized that many of them had a strange attraction toward the submissive maid persona which she tried to personify through the apparel that she would wear.
The physical physique of that of a teenager Elizabeth was once told in a care center that her body probably wouldn’t mature much pass this feeble state. Her body structure shows little in the signs of physical muscle or height making her occupation as a sculptor of sorts quite difficult. Instead she is quite short maxing out at a height of 4’10 depending on the size of her heels that she wore and managed to stay upright in. Among these diminished features includ her breast size that is abysmal and often times mistaken as tomboy if she doesn’t wear such attire that makes it obvious. The only proportions of her body that do show some growth are her legs that do have enough muscle to physically walk as she did have issues where she was forced into a wheelchair for the first half of her childhood.
Due to her albinism, Elizabeth has snow white hair that lofly lays atop her silk skin. To the touch people would believe realize that she hadn’t worked a day in her life and had much pampering as a child as her skin's texture offer little firmness and unblemished from melanoma splotches. If someone has the strange desire of such a woman with little changes then they would absolutely adore Elizabeth.
The second physical aspect she received from this were blood red eyes that soon would grow accustomed to viewing such messy scenes. The crimson orbs gaze upon all viewers of with the same childish manner as her own physique offers up an innocence of those children who would enter the kingdom of heaven back in old christianity.
Unfortunately she normally keeps her upper torso completely covered by a black button up coat that keeps in the warmth as her blood pressure seemingly keeps her in a perpetual state of frigidness that she can’t overcome. This inability to keep warm also explains the long foot long scarf that acts both as a mask from inhaling more germs and a belt where she hangs her watch and daggers. This dark trench like coat contains a total of eighteen golden buttons that she had obtained through illegal means. Beneath this trenchcoat she wears a purple blouse that is quite wholesome and womanly for that of a young lady who had intended to attend mass on a Sunday morning.
Streaming up her legs are black seethrough stockings that further play upon this silky illusion to her touch and keeping the dreadful sun and its beating rays upon her body. A loli vibe shrouds the poor girl as she is quite emotional and less than approving of such remarks. If she ever were to become a serial killer it would be obvious that those who called her such would be the first victims. Overtop of the ebony stockings are matching boots that slip up well past her ankles almost high up to her knees.
Her online presence is almost no difference to her real life form as her imagination for changing herself to the usual childish appearances that others use is limited. So instead she merely does a wardrobe change and increased the size of some the feminine physique realizing that it would boost the her numbers with the male following. Along with this she realized that many of them had a strange attraction toward the submissive maid persona which she tried to personify through the apparel that she would wear.
Personality
As a whole her albinism has caused her to be outcast on a distant island from the rest of the children her her generation. This inability to converse with both people of her age and most importantly younger made her quite a lonesome soul offering her plenty of time to hone her skills as a true artist. All aspiring artists tend to be misunderstood in some way although her early works were adored by many art enthusiasts as they were quite realistic and simple. Oppose to her newly fashioned sense of living art that scares the majority of society.
Although she is genuinely incapable of conversing with those about her she does catch the eye much like her chiseled statues as her general perception as a personality is quite adorable too the boys. And her flatchested loli depiction just adds to their lust for her. Realizing this hormonal attraction to her she is quite deceptive and plays off of it like a siren to draw them in.
As maturity began to catch up with her so did her strange attraction to the human body and the feel of skin upon her fingers. This gruesome new hobby started at the turn of her sixteenth birthday when she poisoned both of her parents meals. This plan however had to be performed with an expertise that had been elaborately sutured together. This plan only became viable after she had been taken in through various routine check ups on her hue which seemingly kept its low state. Some believe those who are indifferent are able to swap through these emotions with quick changes no matter how drastic the experience. On top of this she had to make sure there was no physical evidence that she partook of this.
Elizabeth’s mindset is quite obvious as she is a full hearted artist who believes that her pieces bring joy and pleasure to the pieces observers. This dedication is a trait that only shows itself within her art as she doesn’t have any desire in anything but her art and a few people she knows. As this young sculptor is still knew to this world and has grown primarily in the sibyl system constantly surveying her, she is quite ignorant of the surveillance that they in fact have. This also means that she hasn’t been able to grow out of her child ways making her prodigy of sorts when it comes to how dedicated she was. This ignorance however is only in understanding the emotions of those poor victims that she has drawn out the designs for. A formidable path for those who lack any sense of imagination. Thankfully her imagination is as vibrant as the toddlers that paddle about between your legs playing games of make believe.
Each piece she works upon is filled with a passion that she has to the concept which all artists have thought of. Not surprisingly her knew concepts of art were denied as they appeared too morbid by the majority of her online viewers. A sadist at heart didn’t help the morbidity of these concepts as she devised manners that both would cause pain for those victims that would be used for such sculptors while in the process and while they were also the living statues. The part that makes this art strenuous for her though is the amount of blood that spills out from a human body as she is in fact a neat freak with the obsessive compulsive disorder confirmed by the doctors.
Background
Elizabeth Oswald was born just six years before the sibyl system was put into effect in the United States which unfortunately meant that she was most likely going to live out ninety percent of her life under this sense of justice. Her parents were both lucky as they lived ordinary lives till the institution of the sibyl system and always managed to maintain a hue that was tolerable to the local authorities. Her father was a newspaper editor which was still quite viable and he married quite well for himself as her mother was neurosurgeon who would help teach much anatomy and medicines to their young girl. They were the most typical of parents as the father woo’d and gawked at how adorable she was to the rest of the office and asked as far as to post a baby pic in his section which they thankfully for her sake declined.
Despite her albinism they treated her like a goddess even when she fell ill at a young age. Most parents would have been quite worried but the mother knew with the proper rehabilitation she would be able to walk and live like any other young princess. As the years progressed she continued to stay grounded at best pulling herself along on the ground with her arms. Instead her father carried her about including to the office which livened the atmosphere with all the musty and depressing news about people going bananas and crimes. As the sibyl system was instituted his job became less and less moody while Elizabeth’s health continued to run as a roller coaster. The first few years she could process and recall events with a full vocabulary she felt quite ill and lied in bed for what felt like months trying to recuperate.
As she began to find the strength to move about again she started off her journey through this crude life finding herself enjoying the feel of clay between her fingers as she began to make amaeture statues. At first it started as intricate marble designs swirls dots stripes and then she felt fully dedicated to this. Slowly there was nothing anyone could do to take her away from the stuff her hands always working their magic upon the lumps. Over the next few years her parents were told about her ability and began to buy her supplies her skill slowly making a statue of each one of them as a sorta family memorial. Accurate depictions no less as she seemed to be able to take one look at something and bringing it to life three dimensionally. The other students that she now was with also noticed this amazing artwork asking if they could ask for her to make such amazing statues of themselves. A bit overworked she began spending every waking moment upon these projects. Lack of sleep and food intake caused her to grow sickly again.
It felt like half a year for her recovery but even in bed she was finishing off the numerous pieces that were requested of her. Her attention to detail and ability to design the human body fully clothed was quite spectacular despite the lack of physical models.
The pocket watch was a gift she obtained from her parents upon her sixteenth birthday when she received it. It is two inches in diameter giving it a large visible face for the girl to view the time, if it worked that is. As she turned this family heirloom became quite messy when her parents life were tragically inhumed by a killer who somehow managed to keep off the radar of the MWPSB. When they arrived though Elizabeth had fled as she knew that the stories could have read artist murdered her parents or was taken forcibly offering up a sign that she may have been kidnapped and the amount of detail she put into the scene to offer such a thought was quite brilliant.
Despite her albinism they treated her like a goddess even when she fell ill at a young age. Most parents would have been quite worried but the mother knew with the proper rehabilitation she would be able to walk and live like any other young princess. As the years progressed she continued to stay grounded at best pulling herself along on the ground with her arms. Instead her father carried her about including to the office which livened the atmosphere with all the musty and depressing news about people going bananas and crimes. As the sibyl system was instituted his job became less and less moody while Elizabeth’s health continued to run as a roller coaster. The first few years she could process and recall events with a full vocabulary she felt quite ill and lied in bed for what felt like months trying to recuperate.
As she began to find the strength to move about again she started off her journey through this crude life finding herself enjoying the feel of clay between her fingers as she began to make amaeture statues. At first it started as intricate marble designs swirls dots stripes and then she felt fully dedicated to this. Slowly there was nothing anyone could do to take her away from the stuff her hands always working their magic upon the lumps. Over the next few years her parents were told about her ability and began to buy her supplies her skill slowly making a statue of each one of them as a sorta family memorial. Accurate depictions no less as she seemed to be able to take one look at something and bringing it to life three dimensionally. The other students that she now was with also noticed this amazing artwork asking if they could ask for her to make such amazing statues of themselves. A bit overworked she began spending every waking moment upon these projects. Lack of sleep and food intake caused her to grow sickly again.
It felt like half a year for her recovery but even in bed she was finishing off the numerous pieces that were requested of her. Her attention to detail and ability to design the human body fully clothed was quite spectacular despite the lack of physical models.
The pocket watch was a gift she obtained from her parents upon her sixteenth birthday when she received it. It is two inches in diameter giving it a large visible face for the girl to view the time, if it worked that is. As she turned this family heirloom became quite messy when her parents life were tragically inhumed by a killer who somehow managed to keep off the radar of the MWPSB. When they arrived though Elizabeth had fled as she knew that the stories could have read artist murdered her parents or was taken forcibly offering up a sign that she may have been kidnapped and the amount of detail she put into the scene to offer such a thought was quite brilliant.
Erin
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