ashestofire - characters

Name: Elysiana Hanse

Age/Birthday: April 19th (16 years old)

Gender: Female

District: 1

Family: Foster dad

Brief History: Not actually District 1 born, but that is a fact that is held in secret.She was found outside the gates of the district covered in blood and cuts staring out into the streets as a child, The peacekeeper who passed by had taken pity on the grotesque looking child, and also due to the fact that his wife was unable to be with child he took her in as his own.

Belonging to a financialy stable family Lys had a peaceful childhood, save for the infreuquent fits she entered. As she grew up her fits became more and more frequent till she had to exclude herself even more, at the risk of others. Her father now a older and much crueler man than the young peacekeeper that saved her, takes time to train her, planing to use her fits of rage mold her into the perfect machine, yet refuses to spend anymore time with her due to fear.

Her mother, has now passed away, leaving her and her father alone.-The cause of her mothers death is classified-
Taking up her mothers sketches Lys mostly sketches what she forsees as her life. Her best friend consists of a beautiful doll that strikes a resemblence to her, called Miss Clarie.

She has no memories of her life before District 1.



Dont know if i can post this but why not....

10 years ago...

Quietly Lys stalked her sister between trees, or at least she was pretty sure she was quiet, the as swiftly as a 6 year old could possibly manage she jumped on her sisters back, or at least tried to. Instead she went soaring thru the air and landed at the base of a tree, with a loud humpf. She glared at her older sister while she laughed at her. She pouted her lips in spite, "Nwo fwair, you knwew i was hwere." she said, in a chldish whine.

Your battle cry was kind of a dead giveaway don't you think" rayne replied still laughing, she walked over to Lys and picked her up. "Come on, my big brave munchkin, let's get you home, you shouldn't be wandering alone." Lys pouted, but made no verbal protest.

Lys sighed as she comfortably rested her head on her sisters shoulder, and fell gracefully into a happy dream, one where she could go out on adventures whenever she wanted, and there was no parents and, no rules.

She woke up to her sister shaking her, startled she looked up, even Lys knew that when she woke up, she had to be silent, that rule has to be let unbroken. Her sisters wide eyes told her something was very wrong, she was very perceptive about thing, she knew it was probably because of her missing doll her sister made her out of wood. She had forgotten it at one of her frequent spot she liked to play at. "Lys don't make noise and hide , Mom isn't very well, she's having nightmares. Don't come out until I say so."her sister said, she nodded, afterall, sister always knew best. With that in thought she fell once more to sleep, because her sister would never let anything happen to her.

In the morning she felt her mothers warm embrace and heard her mothers lullaby. She smiled and opened her big eyes. "Hi mommwy." she greeted her mother stoping her melody. Her mother looked down and smiled her white teeth crimson with red rain, and her hair drippind with some kind of goo of the same live color. " Good morning my sweet prodigy, come see, your mother has painted such wonderfull pictures, of course my sweet angel helped, my without her I could never have such a sweet crimson shade to add to my collection." her mother's soft breath tickled her nose as she spoke. "Mommwy where is she now?" Lys asked, wanting to her mother panting with Rayne, how she loved her mother's paintings the were so pretty. "Never mind her my love, you're the one who's important now, how we will make sweet pictures together! The Stars will sing for us my child."her mom repelied with a gazy look to her. Lys was estatic. Her mother never paid any attention to her, it was always about Rayne, she loved her sister very much, but her sister light was so strong it always outshone hers.

Mother and daughter walked hand in bloody hand out of the room
and into the living are of their newest cottage that was hidden away in the depths of the forest sourondin district 1. In the room, the dirt floor was soaked in a warm liquid, the walls were all painted in small intricrate desgns, her father was siting on the floor like he always did before leaving to hunt, he sister with the, each were also painted all in the same deep color. "Why dwon't they mwove mommwy," she asked. Her mother put her hand on her head in response, "they have become art, my love. I've Painted the town red."

9 years ago...

Lys swayed to the non-existent music, painting her beautiful picture, suddenly she frowned, convinced that her brush was not wet enough she ran to her crippled mother at the end of the room and gleefully swiped at her, making a deep incision, her mother groaned in protest, to weak to attempt to escape. Silly mommy, she forgot, Art is pain and sacrifice. After dipping her handmade brush into the flowing fluids she resumed her art. When done her child-like eyes beamed at her masterpiece , I she would say so her self, and she did, it was better that mommys. "look mommy I did it." she said estaticly, Her mother was silient. In a huff she turned around to see her mother unmoving, She was very dpressed at this, seeing as her mother was soon to run out of paint, afterall, not artist liked to work with dead prey. She stared at her mother then at herself. "Oh well,"she told her dead mother," Art is pain". /on that note she began to slice her arms, hissing at the pain and standeing still until her supply began to drop to the floor. No sense on letting it waste, she giggled and resumed her work.

later that week...

She walked in daze around the forest not remembering why she was here. "City on fire," she screamed, after all she must finish... what she didn't remember. Coming up to a gate she stared at the animals moving around in a daze, 'How lovely art would they make,' she thought. She stayed standing there until a young animal stoped in front of her, mumbling uncoherent words then with a frightened look around left, only to come back with others, they pryed open the gate, and grabbed her. she knew she should fight , but she was so tired, and they would make such pretty artwork. 'Why don't they run and escape this cage,' she thought and with a final scream she fainted.

-City on fire-


Physical Appearance: (Must be at least 4 sentences.)

Lys has a small frame, (about 5ft 4in), has a dollish face. She has big round grey eyes, slender curved eyebrows, a small nose, and full red lips. She Has porcelain skin, all adding to her frail-like appearance. Her black silk-like hair goes to her waist and curls at the tips, and she has thin childish bangs cut eyebrow length.

She is mostly found wearing long dresses in dark colors, and a red ruby necklace shaped in teardrop formed. She absolutely adores ballerina slippers, and never leaves home without her drawing pad. She always wear a silver band on her finger as well.She has many scars on he back and sides from forgotten times.

Personality: (Must be at least 4 sentences.)

Locked away in her home most of the time, she is utterly and completely lacking in the social interaction department, though she may be charming and easy to get along with at times, her insane ramblings, and incoherent whispers make most people back away at first conversation, if spoken to, Lys is mostly childish in thought and strategy, and though trained by her parent she is unable to take anything serious,likes playing with her dolls and speaking with inanimate objects.

Though mostly child-like and generally harmless, in her frequent fits Lys becomes bloodthirsty, vicious, and a cold-blooded killer, as she demonstrated when she painted the room red in her own blood (Look mommy, I painted the town red!). In her frequent fits, she will not stop until she has bathed in the blood of her (non-existent) enemies. Her father forbids her from leaving her home, in fear that she loses control in front of his comrades ( her father is a peacekeeper) and friends.

Still, in light of all limitations she is skilled, and excels at every task that is assigned, her father is brutal in her training, despite her mother`s fear at her slipping mentality, she has a photographic mind, though she never finds use in paying attention. Due to her stature she is weak in strength but is fast and nimble, but is easily distracted.

Likes to dance, and throw sharp things at moving things

Flaw: Due to unknown event, Lys has completely lost her mind... in a way that is a hazard to herself and others
Very small,therefore weak.

Pets: Many ranging from dead animals, all the way to stolen babies, the world is her playground.

Rich or Poor?: (Very Rich) Her father's a wealthy Peacekeeper from the upper part of district 1

Weapon of Choice: sharp knives and paintbrushes

Talents: (Must list at least three.0
A prodigy, excels at most tasks, and excellent artist, and a fast and nimble fighter.

Preferred Angles (Innocent, Sexy, Mysterious.. etc..): Angle? Why would I need a angle, Art has no trickery nor deceit. (her position not mine)

Angles this tribute will not do (Max. 3): Must I explain myself again. (Again, her position)

Other
She enjoys tea-parties, and Flowers, and often (during her frequent escapades) brings home pets (ranging from Dead animals to living kid and babies)ignored by most people

I can tell that she is rich but maybe you could make it a bit more clear like, 'She is rich. Her father is a wealthy.....' and so on. For the history, that while piece wasn't needed. However if you want you can make that into a topic about her past. Now for angles and that stuff, say there's a girl why is shy optimistic and brave. Then I would put that in preferred angles. Use the personality piece to help.

Rccheetah wrote:

I can tell that she is rich but maybe you could make it a bit more clear like, 'She is rich. Her father is a wealthy.....' and so on. For the history, that while piece wasn't needed. However if you want you can make that into a topic about her past. Now for angles and that stuff, say there's a girl why is shy optimistic and brave. Then I would put that in preferred angles. Use the personality piece to help.

Fixed the Rich part, As for the the angle, I probably haven`t made it clear, the response is hers not mine, since everything is a game, she feels no need for deceit ( her words not mine rsrsrs) but i will clear that up As for the History, If you feel it is absolutely necessary than I will take off most of her history,( The third person Part ) but I enjoyed writing that very much and feels, it gives a good feel to her personality and why she is who she is, but if necessary I will Delete it.....

Ashes; your history is fine (: No need to take anything out. Although is does say brief xD But I don't even keep mine that brief just instead change 'Brief History' to just 'History'

Elysiana is accepted. I like how detailed your history was though (:

~Sorella

Thankx!

Sorry about that ash, I'm new at this. Sor is more experienced.

it`s okay, thank you though