Elizabeth Black

E L I Z A B E T H  .  B L A C K Blood Witch Profile A witch never gets caught. Don't forget that she has magic in her fingers and devilry dancing in her blood. Moniker: Elizabeth Black. Assumed Name: Eliza. Age: Born in the year 1676 making her 346 years old. Species: Biologically a human, but having exceeded the limits of humanity, she identifies only as a witch. Scent: She smells like rust when she isn't shielding her presence. Family: She is the last of her line. Alignment: Chaotic neutral She was not made for everyone, especially those afraid of the dark. Disposition As a child, Eliza was rebellious and ambitious and had her own sense of right and wrong, and those unfortunate enough to know her personally would say that was far too kind of a description. She is the personification of chaotic neutral. She thrives on creating chaos, for other people, of course, as it breaks up the mundanity of life. She respects power, blood, magic and little else in this life, and so that is what she has dedicated her life to pursue. Her aura radiates danger to those around her despite the smile that may be plastered on her face. She chooses her words wisely, knowing there is power in words. But what she says is usually laced with threats or serves some personal motive. Even if it is only for her entertainment. She has no personal relationships, only acquaintances with whom she has business. However, she is a witch of her word, and once she makes a promise, she will keep it. Be it for good or bad. She believes in achieving her goals by any means and that any means are worth it if the end goal is achieved. She will push people past their limits and be hated and resented if it means giving them what they need rather than what they want. Her methods are unorthodox, and some may see her as evil, but she cares not what people think of her and embraces her deadly reputation. . With Blood and Pain comes perfection Appearance Height: 5 Feet 11 Inches Weight: 136lbs Skin Tone: Her skin is fair, but she seems to have a glow that's coming from within. There isn't a single imperfection to be found on her unnaturally creamy smooth skin. Frame: An hourglass figure formed from years of wearing corsets. Hair: Her once dark hair is now a dark grey that is long and silky to the touch. Tied to the side, wisps of hair hang down, framing her face. Perfectly imperfect. Eyes: An icy blue only warmed by the glow from within. Clothes: Although her clothes would appear to be predominantly from the Victorian and Georgian eras, there are "modern" elements she has added over the years, making it hard to place precisely what period of time she is from. Other: Wears multiple rings, pendants and heavy cloaks when she is not trying to pass as a being from the present day. Colour Palette: Never be afraid of the dark when you are the most powerful thing in it. Abilities Dark Arts: she utilizes the Dark Arts, a malevolent system of techniques based around a darker side of magic typically used for selfish, self-serving and/or nefarious purposes. Though it is not necessarily "evil" magic, dark arts focus on destruction, harming, cursing, and otherwise complicating other people's lives while advancing her own state. Blood Arts: She is to wield a skill set focused on cultivating and manipulating blood in various ways, such as offensively, defensively, or even to heal. Blood Manipulation: She can create, shape, and manipulate blood. She can exert control over their blood, using them for various purposes, such as for rituals, examining, or, most commonly, combat. They can shape their blood into tendrils to strike enemies from afar or use it to trap opponents in a prison of blood. Users can concentrate blood into a single point and shoot it out akin to bullets, sharpen their blood so they can slice and tear flesh with ease, or solidify blood to use as rock-hard ammunition. She can indirectly control the movement of objects by leaving traces of blood on them and manipulating that blood to move said thing. She's capable of controlling the blood within the body, increasing physical abilities by speeding up the transport of nutrients and oxygen via blood to all body parts, thus improving their energy and power. They can also use this to speed up healing by immediately clotting their blood, preventing blood loss and speeding up the recovery process, gaining a form of manual healing factor. She can control the composition of their blood down to the number of red blood cells in their bloodstream. As a blood manipulator, she can also gain cold immunity by increasing body temperature through blood flow. She can manipulate blood from anywhere in her surroundings, such as the bodies of other living creatures, allowing them to control them like puppets, induce nosebleeds or headaches, or cause blood-related diseases. At an even higher level, she can instantly kill others by making blood explode from the inside out, forcibly causing their heart to stop or knocking them unconscious by restricting blood flow to the brain. Blood Marionette: She can use blood to control the motor functions of others against their will as if they were puppets. There is no good and evil; there is only power and those too weak to seek it. Vulnerabilities Witches are human, meaning they possess all weaknesses possessed by humans. She cannot create blood, being limited to manipulating only from existing sources. To manipulate her blood for external applications, she has to draw blood and may bleed to death by drawing too much blood. Witches and warlocks can be killed through decapitation. Witches and warlocks can be killed by ripping their hearts from their chests. Performing magic strains witches and warlocks to the point where channelling too much magic can weaken or hurt them physically. It begins with blood and fear History Eliza was sixteen years old in 1692 when the Salem Witch Trials began. She descended from a long line of Black witches but was only the second generation of her kind to live in the New World. A small coven was beginning to take root in Salem's nexus. A witch's sixteenth birthday is the most important day in their life. It's when they come into their powers and can finally access the magic of the world around them. They would become real witches. Elizabeth had been training from birth to inherit her powers, studying every grimoire and paper she could get her hands on. Some of it was forbidden, but that didn't stop Eliza's curiosity and thirst for knowledge. She didn't believe that magic could be wrong, it was just how you used it, but her family would punish her whenever she was caught with something deemed too dark. This, however, wouldn't deter the stubborn witch. However, fate would deal the sixteen-year-old a crushing blow. Her mother was arrested for witchcraft, along with others. Eliza begged her coven sisters to protect her mother after seeing the first woman killed. She wasn't even a witch, and she had been killed regardless. She feared what they would do to her mother if they knew the truth. But her sisters refused to harm the humans even if it meant protecting their own. So Eliza took matters into her own hands. On the first new moon after her sixteenth birthday, Eliza headed to the woods and formed a circle in her own blood. Her life course had been set from when the athame sliced into her palm. She had braced herself for the pain but found the sharp sensation oddly satisfying. She knew then that she had found her calling. Summoning the strongest being she could alone, Ajax Matashina appeared in her circle, and a pact was made that night. Ajax would give her the powerful immortal blood she needed to protect her family and coven, and in return, she agreed never to harm any of his bloodline and grant him and his sister the ability to draw strength from the Earth. Eliza had no choice but to agree to the vampire's conditions if she wanted to save her family and did so without argument. Her mother's trial was the following day, and she didn't have time to waste. She took vials of Ajax's blood for herself and for the spell he requested. She spent the rest of the night trying to figure out how to make the blood her own, which resulted in her ultimately drinking it. The taste was metallic and strange, but she knew she didn't find it as revolting as she supposedly should. The blood mixed with her own amplified her magic to a level she didn't think was possible. Returning to her coven, she implored them to join her, to defend her mother and save her, but instead of sisterhood; she was rejected. She was cast out. Her coven turned their backs on her for using blood magic. She doesn't remember much else from that night. She remembers a flash of light, the feeling of magic around her and then nothing. She woke up in a strange distant land, alone, and her access to her coven's combined magic gone. They had abandoned her; worst of all, her mother was dead. She had failed to save her; her pact had been for nothing because she wasn't strong enough to go against her coven. As she got to her feet and dusted herself off, Elizabeth made an oath to herself that she would never again fail to protect herself or those she loved. She would become the most powerful, the most feared witch that nothing and no one would ever stand in her way. And that's precisely what she did. Word Count: