1.  don't  be  gross ( homophobic, transphobic, racist, antisemitic, ableist, pedophilic, someone who fetishizes someone for their race. )  basic  rp  rules  apply,  but  please  don't  be  rude  or  mean.  that  kinda  negativity  im  not  into.  keep  the  drama  to  yourself,  im  just  here  to  write.  if  you  wanna  be  friends  that's  great  and  we  can,  but  i  don't  wanna  be  pulled  into  any  kind  of  drama.

2.  this  blog  is  heavily  nsfw.  when  i  say  heavily  i  do  mean  it  literally.  it  touches  on  uncomfortable  topics  for  most,  drug  abuse,  murder,  cannibalism  (mentioned  not  written  out),  sexual  conduct,  sacrilegious  topics  and  or  behavior,  cosmic  monsters  verses  human  monster.  its  not  for  the  faint  at  heart.  i  wont  write  rape,  incest,  dd/lg,  or  anything  gross  like  that.  if  you  write  that,  stay  away.  thank  you.  i  also  wont  write  smut  on  tumblr.  if  we  are  close  enough  and  have  developed  a  stable  friendship  /  plotting  /  chemistry,  we  can  write  it  on  discord. 

3.  im  simple.  easy  as  that,  i  used  to  write  real  flowery  prose  and  such  --  but  i  cant  seem  to  do  it  anymore.  my  writing  has  shifted  more  into  a  novel  format  rather  than  a  Shakespeare  play.  if  you  write  that  way  awesome,  i  love  to  see  it  and  read  it.  i  just  cant  do  it.  that  being  said  i  don't  expect  you  to  match  my  length,  writing  style,  or  anything  like  that.  i do have vision issues so i don't use icons or tiny font.

4. shipping is fun. its cool and great and i love it. im not afraid to admit ships are one of the fun aspects of rp-ing. i enjoy all forms of connections, romance, platonic, hateship, etc. i just like chemistry is all. its easier that way yknow? so please don't for anything on me. i don't consider memes sent force shipping its testing the waters. if you have an idea or see anyone that strikes your interest just let me know and we can chemistry test. easy as that.

5.  i  love  ocs.  i  love  some  canon  characters,  but  im  skeptical  of  some  fandoms.  forgive  me  if  i  don't  follow  you  for  my  own  comfort.  if  i  followed  you  first  though  that  means  im  interested  in  writing.  i  try  to  keep  my  list  pretty  slim,  so  if  we  follow  each  other  and  i  send  memes  with  no  real  response  or  there  isn't  any  pulse  on  the  other  end  of  our  plotting  i'll  unfollow.  i  just  don't  see  the  point  in  following  someone  if  we  aren't  going  to  actually  try  to  write  together

that's  the  end  gang.  hope  those  rules  weren't  too  harsh,  i  don't  see  the  point  in  kinda  beating  around  the  bush.  im  pretty  sporadic  and  this  is  a  low  activity  blog;  i  work  and  have  a  family  im  pretty  dedicated  too.  any  questions  please  shoot  them  my  way.  

𝙴𝙻𝙸𝚉𝙰𝙱𝙴𝚃𝙷 𝙴𝙳𝙴𝙽 𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙳𝙴𝙻 ___ was born during the month of february; the 14th to be exact. born to natasha and jonah woodel, she was the youngest of five. surpassed by her elder brother matthew and her elder sisters amelia, katherine, and diana -- she was the end. now we find her ruling the upper class of Haven Heights. She has culivated this throne she sits on and has hand selected those she shares the spot light with, of course in order to maintain such a crown requires blood and dirt. Elizabeth is talented in dealing with both and still remaining spotless for the masses.

AGE: late twenties - early thirties. NICKNAMES: eli, liz, blondie, goldie locks. BIRTHDATE: february 14th, _. SPECIES: human / VD . GENDER: CIS-female. SEXUALITY: bisexual. STATUS: single. BIRTHPLACE: Haven Heights. RESIDENCE: Haven Heights. OCCUPATION: dabbles in working the social presence of her brothers business, nothing too serious. / VD.

HEIGHT: 5'9". WEIGHT: 178lbs. BODY TYPE: healthily (exceptional), faint curves with muscle definition. SKIN TONE: fair, sun kissed. HAIR STYLE: long and worn down the center of her back, on occasion it is cute into a spiked pixie cut or a short tomboy cut. HAIR COLOR. its varies from pale blonde to a strawberry tone. EYE COLOR: black. not brown, black -- barley an iris visible. SCARS: one from when she and andrea killed their friend Charlotte, a thin stretched scar that runs along her left knee. MODIFICATIONS: pierced ears, pierced nipples, formerly a pierced nose. no tattoos. FACECLAIM: primarily faceless, references are Jessica Alexander, and willa fitzgerald.

BIRTHSTONE: amethyst. SUN SIGN: aquarius. MENTAL: pstd, seasonal depression. ALIGNMENT: Chaotic neutral. AESTHETIC: she walks like god, the prettiest faces hide evil, even lucifer was an angel, queen bee on a throne, my mothers worst fear, my fathers greatest pride, the shark in the pond.

PERSONALITY: Loyal, Impatient, Hard working, White liar, Fair.

FATHER: jonah luke woodel. MOTHER: natasha leigh woodel nee carlson. BROTHER: matthew george woodel. ELDEST SISTER: amelia joy woodel. THE IRISH TWIN: katherine leigh woodel. THE THIRD SISTER: diana marie woodel. GRANDMOTHER: jean opal woodel. FRIENDS: Andrea Lombardi (BFF), Courtney Riley, Charlotte Dement ✞ . PETS: julius ( a white persian ).

SOUNDTRACK: to be updated as we go.

SYNOPSIS: Elizabeth Woodel was born into money. With her birth came status and connections, things any little girl could dream of having in their world. It was picture perfect, at least until she realized her mommy didn't love her like she loved the rest of her siblings. It was fine, she would manage she'd just prove to her mother that she was more than worthy of her love and attention. From a young age Elizabeth was perfect, hair never out of place -- the people ate out of her palms and she was loved by everyone . . . except her mother.

This would consume her in many ways, that even as she delivered time and time again her mother would ignore her. Simply smile at her in public but shut her doors when they were home, at some point a switch begins to trigger when she feels the need to impress her mother. It jumps and finally sticks that she does not crave her mothers love, but to be better than her mother and beyond what her mother could hope to become. She would replace her in social status, in wealth and power.

Fate is funny how it plays into the wishes of those who crave something so badly, and at a tender age did Elizabeth and her three best friends witness a life altering moment. Where some saw horror Liz saw change and opportunity, a metaphor for her metamorphosis. She along with her friends witnessed one of the long standing mysteries of Haven Heights, the murder of Wallace Van Buren.

The four girls swore to never speak of the event again, after all who wants to relive such a horror like that? All that blood and mess, all that thrill and terror bundled together like a gift basket. They'd managed to keep their silence for several years until their junior year of high school, when Charlotte Dement lost her resolve. What softened her will Elizabeth couldn't pin point, but hearing what she intended -- she couldn't let that go.

They were accessories, they'd never reported the crime and they knew where the body was. It would be more than enough to destroy everything she'd worked for, everything her best friends had clawed and fought for -- she couldn't let it go. A verdict had been reached in such a brief moment, where they tried to speak and reason with her but reason wasn't in her cards. Liz lost her favorite tennis skirt that night, and she spent the next several hours in her bathroom at home scrubbing the blood from under her nails.

Charlotte was dead. They'd killed her, they just wanted to frighten her truly -- but when she called them crazy there was no point in arguing. What Elizabeth didn't realize was they were now being watched, taken in by the very killer who'd put a show on for them all those years back. It wasn't long after that texts, calls and letters appeared with threats -- with obscure and vague warnings.

He didn't realize who he was dealing with of course, that with Andrea's connections and her own they were able to discover the killers identity all those years back. The two keeping that secret between just them, and when he called and made his threats and demands for money -- calling his name put a stretch of silence between them that was deadly. They knew who he was, knew where he kept the body, and after all with such a strong social standing who would the public believe? There wasn't much of a argument in this case -- but there was a deal to be made.

Every queen needs a knight, a killer willing to use their blade to further their leaders path. Silence for silence, blood for pay and security -- a very well thought out deal. It was made, sealed with bloody palms exchanging a firm shake. He stayed to the shadows, and as time went on the girls began to succeed even more with a shadow watching over them. Feed the beast and it will do as you bid it, keep it fat and happy and it will come to love you -- and in a way he did.