|
||||||||||
| User: | no_propriety (232373) Yo Ho, Yo Ho
A Pirate's Life For Me |
|||||||||
| Name: | 'Lizabeth | |||||||||
| Bio: |  Name: Elizabeth Swann Nickname(s): Liz, Lizzie, ‘Lizabeth Gender: Female Age and date of birth: 21 years old, born August 27th in the year of our lord, 1706. 6. Sexuality: Heterosexual Elizabeth Swann is, or rather, was the definition of England’s high society from her natural beauty to her attire. Born in London she was given the best care and schooling available to her, teaching her to become a proper lady from her perfect posture down to every little mannerism. Her golden brown locks have a natural curl about them and although she wears it in an up-do most of the time, there are always those rebellious strands that find themselves caressing neck or outlining her delicate features. Standing at 5’3” she is what you would call short, but then what kind of proper lady towers over her male counterparts? Her eyes are the color of honey, and shine as brightly as her golden tresses in the right lighting. The young girl also has a smile that could stop even the most dutiful sentry. Given her young age and her general distaste of large consumption of tea, she’s been able to maintain her pearly whites. Elizabeth’s wardrobe is constantly being updating, her father ordering the latest fashion trends from London. Although some of the articles of clothing she finds foolish, she dons them to both keep up her family’s appearance and so that her father will be content. A regal blood may flow through Elizabeth’s veins but she has taken a liking to the simple garb of a seafaring man. Personality: Strong and determined with a thirst for adventure, Elizabeth minds her Ps and Qs but throws caution to the wind when the wind blows her in an adventurous direction. Because of her station in life Elizabeth is a spoiled young woman whose impulsiveness makes her seem inconsiderate of others. Elizabeth can be ruthless to get what she wants. While completely capable of surviving—even thriving—in the teeming underworld of 18th century crime, Elizabeth has a set of very aristocratic morals that she’ll cling stubbornly to: no excessive drinking, no disregard for the law unless entirely necessary, no cruelty without due cause, always do The Right Thing. These are her own personal rules that she holds herself accountable for—no holds barred. She’s also been spoiled and pampered and fussed over for as long as she’s been alive, and thereupon possesses the belief that nothing is out of her reach, that she can do anything. Because of her station in society, this may partly be true. Yet young Miss Swann fails to realize that this is not integrally true, that she does not have all the authority, power, and invincibility that she likes to think she does. And when life’s circumstances force her to acknowledge this vital point, she grows bitter and resentful—positively melancholy. Background: Her mother having died in childbirth, Elizabeth had no female figure to learn from, to imitate. Perhaps this was really what visitors wished to complain to Weatherby about, but thankfully they were decent enough not to mention it. Elizabeth, at the tender young age that she was, didn’t much seem to care that her father raised her alone. He loved her, and she loved him. She was still too young to understand the strain it sometimes put on him; that he worried she may after all grow into a very undesirable woman, and that he might actually miss her mother. Elizabeth didn’t understand mothers. When she was seven, Weatherby finally caved in and moved them to London. Naturally she was upset to be leaving everything that “home” meant to her, but at the same time…London was an adventure. And her father compensated for her loss by showering her with new gifts everyday: fashionable little girls’ dresses from Paris (“…but you must act like a lady in them, please Elizabeth…”), new shoes, a fan, porcelain dolls with a complete change of wardrobe, a house for her dolls to live in, and—best of all—a new house for Elizabeth and her father to live in—right next to Saint James’s Park! Things were fine and dandy, no hard feelings, right? Well maybe a few, but you see, Elizabeth soon became enchanted with the city because there was so much to see and do! The house was much grander, with rooms paneled in scented Javanese mahogany, furnished with parquet floors, cushions of emerald satin and Persian carpets of softest velvet. She spent a full week exploring her new lodgings before she was ready to move on to the surrounding area. Elizabeth also had lessons to take, now that she was growing older, her father said. Lessons in French, dance, reading and writing, drawing, needlework, etiquette, and music, with a different instructor for each. This was all just fine at first; some of it was even interesting. But everything became dull and repetitive all too soon, and Elizabeth began seeking out new forms of enlightenment. It was in London that she first heard the term “pirate”, and soon enough pirates took their place among the other things that made up her fantasy world. She began asking her teachers about them, pleading for books and articles on the subject of piracy and famous buccaneers, squeezing every bit of information from anyone who proved to know something on the subject. When she could, she would go down to the docks on the river Thames and wait for a pirate ship to make berth. None ever came. No magic skull and crossbones. The world was unfair to her. But she did learn a song. One of the little urchins who made mischief on the wharfs taught it to her. His name was Johnny. Even today, Elizabeth remembers his name. He would have been pleased to learn that she eventually taught his song to a real pirate. Two years passed in London before Weatherby was offered a position in the Caribbean as Governor of Port Royal—granted by the king himself. Elizabeth was nine by then. She hoped to meet pirates on the crossing. Instead she met—nay, rescued Will Turner, which turned out to be, well, just fantastic. First, because she thought he was a pirate. The belief in itself was both thrilling and scary. The medallion said it all, and she took it from him in a moment of sheer panic; honestly, after hearing Lieutenant Norrington’s speech she couldn’t bear to think what would happen to young Will Turner should the navy discover his occupation. And later, in Port Royal, because he proved to be the best playmate she ever had—never mind the fact that he didn’t say much. He never asked about the medallion, and that in itself was a blessing—Elizabeth was afraid to think about it. And last, because he loved her, she loved him, and he really was a pirate. In Port Royal her father, feeling it was his duty as governor, invited Turner to stay at their new house as a guest until other arrangements for his keep could be made; thus Elizabeth and Will began a surprisingly strong friendship that would last until her thirteenth birthday, when her father suddenly became obsessed with turning her into a lady. Once again, she was pulled from everything normal and familiar to her into a world of frippery and consolation gifts from her father. Mister Turner became a bittersweet memory that plagued her at night—usually right before sleep. Over the next few years she caught glimpses of him in town here and there, but her role as the governor’s daughter forbade her to acknowledge him. Elizabeth tried to pretend that it wasn’t as hard to ignore him as it really was.  Family and Friends: Father – Weatherby Swann // Mother – Clarissa Swann (deceased) // Friends – William Turner, James Norrington, Captain Jack Sparrow (deceased – or so she thinks) | |||||||||
| Interests: | 7: captain jack sparrow, fencing, james norrington, pirates, port royal, roleplaying, william turner | |||||||||
| Schools: | None listed | |||||||||
| Friends: | ||||||||||
| Friend of: | 15: big_red, come_what_may, felinefelicia, hattermadness, jun_ofthecafe, kumichousouji, lestat_00, luthor_power, maxxie_oliver, no_propriety, searchandestroy, the_almighty_me, timevigilante, tw_gwen, yeah_baby_yeah | |||||||||
| Account type: | Free Patient | |||||||||
