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Hello, my name is Elizabeth Mary Stone.
I’m lucky to be Eighteen...
Isn't it obvious by my picture that I'm a beautiful, wondeful woman?
I am The Weaver of Flames.
My skills include many things, since I am just so spectacular! I am a rather artistic person. Mainly, I paint and draw. I am pretty good with languages as well, my forte just happening to be the lovely language of Spanish. I love music as well, and I am pretty good at playing the piano.
By the way I’m an Actress, like my dear departed mum.
I am me and there’s NOTHING you can do about it! Hmm...why would anyone want to know about me? Well, I am pretty complicated, but if you really want to know...
I am pretty decent, I suppose. I am quite a quiet person and at times, I tend to keep to myself. Don't get me wrong of course, I love being around others.
A rather bad trait about myself is that I am quick to anger. Yes, I am quite the tempermental. Though I ususally just try to shut up, I tend to "over heat" as people would say, and just blow at people. I am a bit egotisitcal at times, but when people usually point this out, I just laugh and say, "No, I just have high confidence than everyone else." Of course, it just makes them mad when I say this, but I never really felt anything about it.
I can be quite rude and arguementive. I rarely ever loose an arguement, perhaps because I ususally argue in style, always trying to loops holes and what not. Of course, I have said many unpleasent things to people which includes my nasty habit of saying unwomenly words, something I don't have to try hard to do. Sometimes it just comes out before I even get the chance to think about what I am saying.
Despite my sometimes unpleasant, demeanor, I can actually be very nice. I like to be happy, though I have learned not to wear my emotions on my sleeves, so I tend to appear indifferent to most people. I like to make people happy though, and I am usually good at making people happy when they are down and putting a bid ol' smile on their faces. I am quite the intellectual, as well. I love writing and learning history and just pretty much knowing things. I know it isn't that good to try an cram my brain with so many facts, but hey? What can I say, I love knowledge. My fath on the other had, believes that I should consentrate on more womanly matters, such as getting married or learning how to cook. Of course, I ususally just tend to ignore this and my father has never really stopped me from my studies, so all is well.
I am rather independent, as you might have figured out. I do not like being told what to do, though, I ususally tend to find myself in situations where I am obeying others. I don't like it very much either, but I suppose I do it for my father, so I don't disappoint him. I carry my self with class, grace, elegance and with dignity. It was something I mimicked from my mother when she was still alive. She was always independent and seemed acted as if she were a queen.
What? My life story? Hmm...once again, not that interesting, but if you insist...
I was born in the heart of London to two of the most beautiful people alive, or so everyone told me. They were rather wealthy and of course, were one of the most popular aristocrats in town.
Being the daughter of two of the most wealthiest persons around, I got everything I wanted. Toys, horses, and what not. I was content, but material things weren't that important to me.
I grew like a regular aristocrats girl. I grew up, I learned, and I lived. My mother spent most of her times, when not helping the poor, teaching me herself. She new many things, considering she was a woman. I learned loads from her, and not only that, but I enjoyed being with her. I cherished these moments, more than anything. Good thing I did, because little did I know that those memories would be the only ones I'd have with her.
Things went horribly wrong when after I had turned 12. My mother had caught an unknown illness. Medics from all parts of England were summond by my father to help cure my ailing mother. But none, not even he best of the best, knew what was wrong with my mother. I sat there helpless, watching her die, weak and frail. Soon after I turned 13, my mother pasted away. At least she would find peace.
I was terribly hurt of course for the first few months. I was too sad to attend her funeral, but watched her being burried from my chamber window. Everything had changd dramtically. I soon found myself now the women of the house, since my mother was dead. Since I was 13, I was considered old enough to take on certain responsabilites. It frightened me at first, but I found that thye wereonly simples task that I could easily handle.
The years went by, pretty uneventful. I lived with my father and all the servents in the big mansion. I continued to study, at first for my mother's sake, but then soon found that I loved learning.
Though, my life was pretty normal, I felt like I was missing something. There were times when I felt like I was forgeting something, but would then soon brush it off. Often times I would find myslef looking from the corner of my eye, to find that some odd person was staring at me weridly. I learned to live with the awkwardness, but there were still times when I felt uneasy and had those dreams...
My specialty is the maipulation of fire. Yes indeed, I can control the sometimes dangerous, element of fire. Considering that lightening is a form of fire, I can manipulate that as well, but that is something that is quite difficult to master. I can also heat things up and take away heat as well.
Oh! Did I mention I like is someone that I am not going to tell you, even though I don't have one... ? Shhh…
The person who pulls my strings is Sabaku_No_Gaara_22
 Sabaku_No_Gaara_22 · Thu Feb 12, 2009 @ 12:47am · 0 Comments |
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