Post by elise on Mar 31, 2010 16:06:51 GMT -5
Elise Yvonne Suarez
Heart breaker, soul shaker
Ive been told about you
Steamroller, midnight stroller
What they've been saying must be true
Red hot mama
Velvet charmer
Times come to pay your dues
Full Name: Elise Yvonne Suarez
Nicknames: Firecracker, Ms. Sassy and bitch on more than one occasion.
Physical Age: 25
Date of Birth: 4/18/1985
Hometown: New Orleans, LA
Current Residence: New Orleans, LA
Occupation: On again off again Bartender when she can find the work, Personal trainer, Freelance practitioner if you know the right channels to find her.
Relationship Status: Swingin' Single!
Character Type: Fire Witch
Affiliations: Neutral but mostly Good if a bit selfish. She not out there kicking puppies or anything.
Gender: Female
Hair: Flaming red
Eyes: Aquamarine
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125
Body Type: Very fit and curvy
Best Feature: Her silky long hair
Worst Feature: Chewed down fingernails
Sexuality: Straight but not above acting otherwise for attention or just to make people uncomfortable.
Personal Style: If it's black and tight she likes it. A lot of her wardrobe is made up of leather, fishnet clothing, and barely there tops.
Face Claim: Maria Kanellis
Abilities: Some people grow up and like to rebel and dabble in witchcraft as a fad. But then there are people like Elise that are born into it. According to family legend there was a fire elemental that mixed his blood with a woman of their bloodline. Ever since there has been in each generation a person born with the gift to control and summon fire, immune to it's effects. It is another part of her as much as her sense of sight and smell. She can conjure fireballs at will, cause things to combust (variable depending on the material targeted as to effectiveness), and even take the form of an elemental for a time, a corona of fire surrounding her body and making her a shield that burns anything that touches her. Magic takes energy of course, the more she has the greater she can perform which makes her gift variable as well.
But there is more to witchcraft than that. Spells, potions, curses, scrying, poppets, etc... She's been practicing under her grandmother since she was a toddler, not knowing what it was at first but over the years learning the ins and outs of the craft. Being in New Orleans there was never a lack of mysticism in the area. The town rife with magical currents and practitioners. Being surrounded by such energy it was an easy thing to take to magic like a duck to water.
But a girl can't survive on conning tourists and reading palms and making hex bags, poppets (voodoo dolls), and reading the cards alone. Since she was twenty one she's moonlighted here and there as a bartender and can put Tom Cruise to shame with her bottle flipping abilities. Shame she can't seem to hold a steady job at it. Being a hothead she tends to get into fights with the customers.
After high school she didn't go to college but being a little gym rat and needing to work out her aggression she started going to the local gym working out and continuing her martial arts training and over the years got a job with them as a trainer. No drill sergeant could be more motivating. She teaches kick boxing, regular boxing as well, and Krav Maga. She is not traditionally trained with firearms but she understands the basics; take it off safety if there is one, point and squeeze. How hard can it be? Of course when it runs out of bullets well then it's a good bludgeoning weapon. She has blade skills through her martial arts training as well.
Personality: Ever heard the Buck Cherry song Crazy Bitch? Yeah that sums up this gal pretty well. She's a hot head with a quick fuse but also quick to get over things. The only persons she's ever been loyal to were herself and her grandmother. She has no qualms about conning people out of their money or insulting someone that may (or may not) need it. Often her mouth gets ahead of her brain and gets her into trouble more often than not. Luckily her mouth doesn't write too many checks that her ass can't cash. She's put down guys twice her size without ever dabbling into her bag of magic tricks.
She's cocky and even when she's scared she doesn't back down, her bravado getting stronger when she feels threatened. To her problems are simply dealt with. You punch the asshole and that's that. She's a flirt and has no problems letting those she's interested in know about it, regardless of whether they already have girlfriends or wives or not. In her opinion life should be a party. Live fast, die young, leave a good lookin' corpse.
She'll never admit it but her direct and offensive personality is a direct result of the social stigma of being a witch's grand daughter in the poor little area she grew up in. People are awfully superstitious in New Orleans where voodoo abounds. It didn't even matter that what her family practiced wasn't voodoo.
Likes:
• Fights
• Hot Men
• Causing trouble
• lizards and reptiles
Dislikes:
• Girly shit
• Wimps
• Vegetables
• Tourists
Strengths:
• Physically strong
• Fire affinity and powers
• Bag of Magic tricks
• Intimidating
Weaknesses:
• Cold temperatures
• Unable to resist a good time
• Flighty
• Hot tempered
Mother: Sorcha O'Shea
Father: Paulo Suarez
Siblings: none that she knows of
Others: Nana - Alyssa O'Shea
Bio: Life is tough when your teen aged mom gets knocked up by some Spanish sailor that came into port for a weekend but not as tough as it is for the kid that is born and abandoned by that teen that took off one night and never came home.
Such was her life. She grew up with her grandmother in the poor area of town. It wasn't much of a life as far as material things go. She didn't have the best clothes or the name brand shoes but she had something better, she was learning her grandmother's trade. Witchcraft.
Herbs, stones, spirits, incantations and Latin, that's what she was learning when other kids were throwing their creamed peas and scribbling on the walls. But her Nana had seen the mark on her, the mark of the firebringer that was known in their family line. She knew she had to teach the girl some self control. Already little sparks and small fires would react to her toddler tantrums and the hearth fire reacted every time she went near it.
Kids can be cruel and when you're already a social outcast they just get worse. She was in many fist fights in school from second grade on. That temper could be dangerous, especially when the other kid got burned. Knowing that she needed even more discipline she was enrolled in martial arts. It was a good way to work out the aggression in a healthy way and teach her a modicum of self control.
Teen years weren't any better but she learned that she could get even with those snotty rich bitches another way. With her curves developing and her looks going from awkward and skinny to teen temptress she had no problems using their boyfriends as revenge tools. Not to mention those rich boys liked to buy you things. She never had a friend other than her Nana. But that suited her just as well.
By the time she graduated college wasn't an option. But the gym where she had her lessons was there and after hanging around as a member for about a year she had enough people she'd helped that others started hiring her as a trainer. She picked up enough clients to be solvent, supplementing her income bartending when she was old enough.
She never stayed at any one place too long. Some asshole would make a pass and grope her or say something t piss her off or some chick would get mouthy and that would be it. The bosses frowned on you beating up the customers.
She helped her Nana with clients, mixing potions and making juju bags, doing readings. Eventually she got clients of her own here and there. It was all word of mouth and some of her clients were old classmates that remembered her threatening to hex other kids and how people would avoid crossing her like the plague. It was good for the occasional purse boost.
Things were going well enough for her until a year ago when her Nana had a heart attack. It was sudden and fatal. Something just wasn't right about it but she couldn't ever prove anything. She'd known that her Nana had been on some Council but never paid much attention to it, thinking for the longest time that it was just another coven in the area but later in life she found out what it was really about.
Since then others among the witch community had come to her, expecting her to take over her grandmother's seat on the Council. It was hers by right of birth. She was of the Firebringer line. It was her duty. But she was never one to care about what others thought she should do or about responsibilities.
So now she is trying to run from her fate and live her life as wild and recklessly as she has so far, answering to no one and nothing with that big chip still on her shoulder.
RP Sample:
The loser in the alley really didn't know what he was getting himself into. He was babbling something about her duty and what she had to do. Of course his tone was a lot less cocky and commanding as he looked up at her from the ground among the glass and old cardboard and other littered debris.
She bounced the fireball in the palm of her hand, doing it just to scare the shit outta the guy as she stared down at him. He'd tried to throw a curse at her. Of course that was before she punched him in the mouth and had him spitting blood and some teeth.
"Now you listen to me you pansy little maggot. I have zero interest being your token poster girl on some dumbass Council with a bunch of uptight assholes that make Washington look like a student council alright? You got the wrong girl. I don't wanna see any more of you or your lackies coming around here and the only reason I'm not turning you into a twelve piece bucket of Popeye's is because I want you to spread the word and tell the rest...leave me the hell alone.I have my own life to lead. I could care less about politics. So fuck off."
Lifting her hand she hurled the fireball at the dumpster behind the man, the paper and booze and other rubbish flaring to life as it went up in a whoosh! of flames.
Turning she walked away and didn't look back, her thigh high boots clicking on the asphalt as she left the man in the alley with a little smirk, blowing a tendril of smoke off the tip of her finger.
