Elizabeth Frankenstein

[Elizabeth Frankenstein]

Elizabeth Frankenstein

FACTS

Playby Name: Jessica De Gouw
Full Name: Elizabeth Mary Frankenstein (Formerly Lavenza)
Nicknames: Lizzie – In hiding under the name Elizabeth Wollstonecraft
Physical Age: 23
Real Age: 23
Gender: Female
Species: Formerly human, now…she’s not quite sure.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

CHARACTERISTICS

Face Claim: Jessica De Gouw
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Distinguishing Features: She has scars running the length of her body, where she was sewn back together and given a second life for which she did not ask.
Height: 5”6
Body Type: Curved from years of corsetry, deceptively slender given her strength.
Piercings, Tattoos, Scars, etc?: Resurrection scars, particularly beneath her hairline, down her ribcage and along joints such as wrists and ankles. Her ears are pierced.

PERSONAL

Likes:

• Warm, sunny days – they bring back long gone memories of Milan and those precious few years she had with her parents.
  
• Sunflowers, they were rampant on the Frankenstein estate during the summer months.
  
• Acquiring new knowledge. A possible side effect of growing up alongside a budding doctor, Elizabeth snatched at new knowledge wherever it was to be found.
  
• Dancing. She loved nothing more than a twirl on the dancefloor, be it at a ball or merely around her own home.
  
• Her husband, Victor. Despite everything, she loves him deeply.
  

Dislikes:

• Again -her husband, Victor. His lack of trust in her led to the monstrous creation that would take everything away from them – including Elizabeth’s own life. He brought her back, of course, but her horror outweighed any gratitude once she discovered what he had done.
  
• The monster that stole her family, and her life, away from her.
  
• Snow. She simply can’t stand it. It’s cold, it’s wet and it hurts when it hits you.
  
• Dull conversations. While very polite outwardly, there’s little that will drain Elizabeth’s energy more than somebody who simply won’t stop talking about tax rates.
  
• Cruelty – be they animals or people…or something else entirely, Elizabeth cannot stand those who treat others with outright cruelty. One can never trust the man who smiles at you and strikes another.
  

Strengths:

• Her resurrection had a curious effect on her strength, leaving her far stronger than she was – and capable of doing serious physical harm to those around her.
  
• Similarly to Victor’s first creation, the process used to imbue her with life left her senses heightened and acute. Never assume that just because she isn’t nearby, she cannot hear and see everything that you do.
  
• The ability to move both quickly and silently is a newly acquired one, and is certainly easier when not wearing gowns, but it is one she can put to good use when fleeing and/or attempting to acquire information.
  
• Wit – A quick thinker my nature, Elizabeth’s wit has cleared her of a few awkward situations in the past and is allowing her to live her life on the run without too much suspicion being thrown upon her…yet.
  
• Elizabeth has a strength of character that has kept her going this long. Through the loss of two families and the trauma of her resurrection, it is this strength that stops her going completely mad with grief.
  
• Extreme weather conditions have little effect on her. Yes there is a certain level of discomfort involved, but it’s primarily mental.
  

Weaknesses:

• Fear – the new life she is leading is one of which she is constantly afraid, which could lead to slip-ups and suspicion.
  
• She can still tire, and needs to eat and drink like any other.
  
• She has absolutely no idea where she is, who all of the strange creatures around her are or what to do on Yalanze…
  
• Background - she was raised by nobles in Victorian Geneva...she's not entirely set up for the modern world. 
• Elizabeth can still be wounded and killed, and she doubts she'll come back again after that. 

Goals:

• To determine exactly what it is that has happened to her, and find a place in any world that will accept her as she is now – monstrous in her own eyes, and alone.
  
• To build a life for herself in this strange her world.
  
• Perhaps, in time, to reconnect with the husband she left so suddenly…if she can find him. Then again, perhaps not.
  
• To search for others like herself, given a second life they did not ask for, in the hopes of finding an understanding companion.
  
• To take full advantage of the opportunities this life offers her, whilst not forgetting the lessons offered by the last one.
  

Fears:

• That she will be hunted all of her life, if one may call it that.
  
• Elizabeth fears that her resurrection may have cost her soul, and what that may mean for her future.
  
• Her biggest fear is that she will die alone, as many of those she loved have done. 
• Darkness, utter pitch blackness, terrifies her. It reminds her of death. 

Secrets:

• The knowledge of Victor’s creations, and what they have done.
  
• Her own status as a ‘formerly living, then dead, then living again with a few new organs and a bolt or two of lightning’ person.
  
• Her true identity, she’s currently on the run after fleeing her home and her husband, and fleeing from all she knows…and right into an open portal.
  

Personality Traits:

• Intelligent – Adopted at a young age by a wealthy family, young Elizabeth grasped at all the opportunities for betterment that she was given, and thus has acquired an arsenal of knowledge of which she is very proud.
  
• Quick wit – an aforementioned strength of hers is Elizabeth’s ability to think on her feet, her witty intelligence a primary characteristic to which her husband was drawn.
  
• Impeccably tidy – Elizabeth has always taken great care with her belongings, and her appearance. While not quite in the realm of intense vanity, Elizabeth is very particular about certain things.
  
• Mistrustful – she was once very trusting, but recent years have tainted her worldview and Elizabeth now watches the world about her with suspicion.
  
• Stubborn – Latching onto her worldviews and opinions like a limpet, if Elizabeth is anything in an argument it is incredibly stubborn.
  

HISTORY

Mother's Name: Maria Lavenza (Deceased)
Father's Name: Giovanni Lavenza (Deceased)
Siblings: None.
Significant Other: Victor Frankenstein.
Other Family: She is a ward of the Frankenstein family – Alphonse Frankenstein (Deceased) and his wife Caroline (Deceased), and their sons William (Murdered) and Victor (Later her husband).
Birthplace: Milan
Hometown: Geneva
History: Born into an impoverished noble family, Elizabeth lived with her parents for the first four years of her life before they succumbed to influenza during the winter months and passed shortly before her fifth birthday. Temporarily homed by a nearby family, Elizabeth caught the eye of Alphonse and Caroline Frankenstein while they were travelling. Caroline Frankenstein was a kind hearted woman, who upon hearing of the death of Elizabeth’s parents insisted to her husband that they take care of her.
It was from Caroline Frankenstein that Elizabeth learned to be stubborn.
Taken back to Geneva, Elizabeth was introduced to the Frankenstein’s ten year old son Victor – whom Caroline hoped Elizabeth would eventually marry – and became a member of the household. William was born several years later, as Elizabeth grew into a young woman, and the three children lived happily on the estate. It was their own little world in which nothing could ever harm them, and within which she grew to love the sombre boy who had sworn as a child always to protect her. Shortly before Victor’s departure to medical school in Ingolstadt, Elizabeth fell ill with Scarlet Fever and – while nursed back to health – it was from her that Caroline Frankenstein caught the sickness. She died just before her son’s departure, urging Elizabeth not to blame herself, but to seek joy in those still living.
Victor left for Ingoldstadt and Elizabeth wrote to him often. His letters became sporadic and, after a short while, stopped entirely. Hearing from Victor’s friend Henry that he had fallen sick, Elizabeth urged him to return home and recover. Before his return, little William was found strangled by the lakeside on the estate – and though she tried to defend her servant, Justine, against the charges, the evidence was too strong to deny and Victor returned in time to see Justine hanged.
It would be years until Elizabeth would discover the truth. Of how Justine died afraid, alone and wrongly accused and Victor’s own creation watched from the shadows as they buried his brother.
Whilst he was home, Victor proposed to Elizabeth – swearing that upon his return once more, he would remain, taking her as his wife and providing for her the life they had wanted together for years. While saddened by his departure and grieving still for William, Elizabeth felt joy for the first time in what seemed like years and waited anxiously for his return.

And return he did. Henry was dead, she was told, and Victor acquitted of murder charges. He stated that they would travel away, far from the home of so much grief, and they were married that night.

Elizabeth’s death was a lonely one. She stood in the bridal suite of Geneva’s finest hotel, giddy and distracted, and did not see the monster approach until it had a hand about her neck. She screamed, one last cry of her husband’s name and then…she died.

This should be where the story ends. It is not.

She awakened in the bright lights of an operating room, her body tingling with the pulse of something that was not blood, and it wasn’t until she looked down at her chest – marred as it was by ugly red lines and blackened stitches – that she remembered dying at all. Victor tried to explain, to justify what he had done with his love for her, but he could not explain how the sight of the scars beneath her clothing made her sick. He had been careful, so careful that her face was all but intact, but she could still feel the bumps of stitches beneath the curls of her hair, see the lines of dissection held shut over a dead heart.

She stayed with him, and he cared for her, but day by day Elizabeth grew more and more despondent as Victor spoke of hunting her murderer down, of the bride he had wanted and the murders he had committed. And so, rising from her bed early one morning, Elizabeth donned a cloak and bag and left.

She could not tell you how she’d found the portal, only that she had felt no fear of what lay in wait on the other side.

She was living in hell. What lay in wait could never be worse than where she stood.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE

Roleplay Sample:

Victor…
My darling…
Doctor Frankenstein…

Elizabeth threw the crumpled paper to the floor and stared despondently at the mirror before her. She looked sick. Her hair was lank and filthy from lack of washing, the bruises under her eyes making her pale skin look like waxed parchment in the lamplight. There, in front of her ear, was a thin line of stitching – subtle, he’d called it, barely noticeable – and she ached to rip the stitches out one by one. Picking up her pen, she dipped it once more into the inkwell and began again.

Victor.
I cannot stay here, in the home you built for us. It is a home for those long gone. The people we were are dead, and no galvanism can bring them back to this world. There is no home for the people we are in these stranger’s halls. I cannot sleep. For when I sleep, I dream and when I dream I see Him. Does he have a name? Did you care for him as you do for me? Did he, too, leave out of shame of what he had become?
I do not know, you did not tell me, and so I must go. I said once that life makes monsters of us all, but it was not life that did this to me. It was you. Perhaps I too will die, and you will find another wife. Some vibrant, happy child of the world who does not know to fear shadows, and be wary of handsome men who make promises of paradise.

Goodbye, my darling.
Your monstrous bride.

It would do, she supposed, as a farewell. It was a mangled mixture of love and hatred, tired and smudged – the truest representation of her mind that could ever be written down. So she left it on the bed, changed from her nightgown, and walked out into the briskness of the night as it became the next day. Her boots left small, neat indentations in the frosty grass, and she kicked to clear her path so that he would not follow her. He would, she knew, and he would promise her a world he could not create. And she would be a fool, and would follow him home.

The portal was unassuming, she could only assume it was not meant to be there or else it might have been presented to her with more pomp and grandeur. As it was, the rippling shimmer of it appeared little more than the wavering of hot air on the breeze.

Except that it was midwinter, and that the air stood still about her as though it was afraid.

She stared at it, attempting to peer around only to find that she could not. It was impossibly wide and deep and seemed to stretch itself to the horizons of her view, and when she reached a hand towards it the air felt warmer on her fingertips. Noises of life could be heard if she inclined her head towards it and Elizabeth wondered for an instant if she was going mad after all. Her fingers brushed the surface, then dipped beneath – vanishing, it seemed, before her. And then she was falling, and she might have fought against it, but instead she closed her eyes and let go.

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