DECESSUM, elizabeth evelynn [FINIT!]

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ELIZABETH EVELYNN DECESSUM

WELCOME TO HOGWARTS

WHERE ALL THE MAGIC HAPPENS

NAME;; Elizabeth Evelynn Decessum.
NICKNAME;; Just Elizabeth.
AGE;; Thirty-five.
BIRTHDATE;; 13 October.
GENDER;; Female.
BLOOD;; Pure-blood.
ORIENTATION;; Heterosexual.
YEAR;; Not available.
HOUSE;; Past Slytherin.
WAND;; Eleven-inch willow, demiguise hair.
PETS;; None.

IS GONNA BE TOTALLY AWESOME

WHEN WE USE THE FLOO NETWORK

LIKES;; Power (she's not necessarily power-hungry, but she does enjoy the perks), respect, perseverance, acuity, hard work, patience, dutifulness, honesty, backbone, authority, diligence, green, animals.
DISLIKES;; Rudeness, disrespect, procrastination, effortlessness, ostentation, loudness, interruptions, Ministry-bashing, meat.
STRENGTHS;; Wand-work (namely transfiguration and charms), Wizarding law, willpower, temper, potions, manipulation, finding loopholes.
WEAKNESSES;; Animals (she's quite the animal lover), Ministry (after all, it is her life), perfection (she's not a major perfectionist, but she does prefer things being done properly), things done her way (after all, that's what loopholes are for).
GOALS;; Maintain respect, excel in the Ministry, keep her past respectfully concealed.
ERISED;; Her greatest desire falls within the Ministry. Though she's happy with where she is, she wouldn't mind being the Minister some day -- or at least closely involved with the position.
BOGGART;; Her worst fear would be to lose herself entirely -- not necessarily her wealth or her home, but her position in the Ministry (or working with the Ministry in general), as she considers that her life. Losing any affiliation with the government would tear her apart.
PATRONUS;; Her happiest memory would be when she was promoted to the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. With her strong beliefs in the justice system (and her very personal way of enforcing them, naturally) and her duty to the Ministry, she knows she's worked hard -- and even if she isn't the hardest-working official there, she does know she deserved the title.
DEMENTOR;; Truthfully, her worst memory would be the night she poisoned her parents; she was sane, technically, and had control over actions, but in a sense, she still regrets it and is haunted by it. More than one person was hurt that night.
OVERALL PERSONALITY;; Anybody who knows of Elizabeth Decessum knows that she's one tough woman. At least, that's what quite a few people would say: she snaps at everyone who doesn't do their job properly, is sarcastic to people who get on her nerves (and that's the vast majority of the population), and quite a stickler for the rules. Then again, she tends to find loopholes quickly and manipulate things to her advantage, assuming the conditions permit. That is what the people think of her, and while she doesn't let anyone get near her and doesn't trust anyone, this is exactly the way she wants people to think she is. After all, she worked hard to get where she is now -- would she still be a respected higher-up in the Ministry if she was a goody-goody push-over?

She keeps to herself very well outside of the Ministry, so Elizabeth tends to evade any nosy people. She loves animals, and she would rather safe the life of one than another human being; anyone who knows this would wonder why she didn't pursue a career in the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, or some other place, but that's as "nice" as it gets, really. If she wanted to be, she could be nice or at least a little less up-tight; it just seems to be easier to get along this way. It's not that she's afraid of commitment from a relationship, or anything: she just has no particular interest in it. Though she's very capable, both as a person and as a witch, she never thinks of a back-up plan in case her Ministry duties fail; she thinks often of failing at the Ministry and the impact it would have on her, though, and while she's exactly paranoid about it, this drivers her to work harder and harder. After all, according to her, a woman who can't work for her place in the world doesn't deserve attention or respect.

SOMETHING VERY WICKED

THIS WAY COMES LOVE

PLAY BY;; Liv Tyler.
EYES;; Strikingly green, often watchful and stern but also dark, as if from sleep deprivation or constant worrying.
HAIR;; Long, silken, straight, very black.
HEIGHT;; About 5'11''.
WEIGHT About 150 lbs.
MARKINGS;; None.
OVERALL DESCRIPTION;; The first things someone would more than likely notice is her "neatness," as it were -- her brushed hair, the styling of her clothes, her posture. She always wears a trinket from her childhood -- the necklace her parents gave her the night before they died, and she tends to wear plenty of green (almost every outfit includes visible green somewhere), and a lot of her clothing consists of miniskirts and shot dresses, though she doesn't do it to be "seductive;" it's entirely because she feels comfortable that way. The least she can do is appear neat and, if at all possible, very serious about her work, though that might be difficult at times simply by looking at her.

She is, in fact, very serious about her work. Elizabeth can be found behind her desk scratching away at documents and parchments that need her reviewing during most of her work hours, though she'll do actual field work if it's necessary. Her facial expressions tend to be very solid and serious, though there is the occasional mocking smile or mischievous glint in her eyes -- after all, no one is without their fun! Nice posture and eye-contact: check.

IS THE SAME OLD STORY

WITH A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT ENDING

PARENTS;; Anasasia LaLisse-Decessum, former Ministry employee [deceased]; Edward Jonathon Decessum, former Ministry employee [deceased].
SIBLINGS;; Amelia Angeline Decessum, self-employed artist.
CHILDREN(?);; None.
FRIENDS;; She's not a very friendly individual; she has plenty of acquaintances and colleagues, but she would never call any of them "friends (and the endearment is more than likely mutual).
ENEMIES;; Though she isn't the sweetest ice cream in the freezer, she doesn't consider anyone an enemy.
PERSON OF IMPORTANCE;; Truthfully, her parents; despite her past, Elizabeth knew her parents loved her, and she held a certain fondness for them. They weren't the most important figures, but they had gained respect from their peers in the Ministry, and they were honourable, dutiful people.
HISTORY;; Like most Hogwarts students, Elizabeth was born in the United Kingdom (London, England, to be precise), though her family was quite wealthy. They weren't extraordinarily rich, or any such nonsense, but it was quite a sum from both inheritance and the Decessum parents' jobs at the Ministry of Magic. Anastasia and Edward treated Elizabeth like any girl would want to be treated -- love, devotion, and happiness. Of course, they juggled their time with the Ministry, so it wasn't as though ever waking moment was spent with the girl, but it was certainly enough time to feel like an important part of their lives. She was, as she put it, "an only child for four years;" Elizabeth's younger sister, Amelia, came along at this point, and of course, everything turned around.

Being young, Elizabeth grew accustomed to less and less attention while her parents took care of the new baby; but as the years went on, she felt more and more unimportant, even abandoned to a certain degree. Sure, her parents gave her attention, but it was nothing like it had been before, and Amelia seemed much more important to them. She chose to accept this and move on; she felt nothing ill toward Amelia (it wasn't her fault, after all), and instead decided not to vie for her parents' attention any longer. By the time she entered Hogwarts - where she was Sorted into Slytherin, like a majority of her family - but she did very well in school. She wasn't the most popular student, but she was well known by most of her peers; she excelled in potions, transfiguration, and charms classes, and got along fine in the rest of her classes. She shared this with her parents, but the attempt to win their affections again - her attempt to feel at least a little more loved and accepted - failed.

During the annual Christmas party her parents held, during Elizabeth's third year, she had decided to take action -- desperate, dangerous, and sickly action. With so many people around, it was almost sure to work, and she relied on this piece of information. That very Christmas, she received one object that, now, she holds very dear to her heart, and at the time, she thought nothing of it; after all, adults bought gifts for their children on Christmases. She had persuaded everyone to let her sleep earlier that night; was she sleeping, though? No one considered checking on her -- at least, she had thought no one checked on her. Rather than sleeping and "getting better," she had been brewing a poison. She would slip it in her parents' tea before they retired for the evening, and the deed would be done. At the time, she hadn't thought out the consequences; she planned getting away with it and being done with the whole situation, but she never considered the emotional consequences that would result in this.

As it turned out, Amelia saw at the last moment what Elizabeth was doing -- but she was too shocked, too scared to actually take action. Later that night, as the last few guests were leaving, Elizabeth proclaimed herself better and offered her parents some tea. Needless to say, it had worked; every part of it, from getting away with it to the actual deed, had worked out well. She, however, suddenly felt very guilty, very regretting and unsure of what she had just done. She had just murdered her parents, and before, she had acted as though it was no big deal. She braced this for a few years afterward, falling behind in school and becoming less social; it took her all of those few years to move on with herself. Naturally, everyone else knew that her parents had been killed, and they suspected that was the only reason she acted this way.

Amelia reacted in the same way; she did feel guilty for not doing anything about it, but for whatever reason, she didn't tell the truth. She was depressed about the situation, loathed what happened, but she couldn't bring herself to tell what really happened, whether from shock or fear of getting her sister into trouble. To this day, only the two of them know what happened; Elizabeth spent her life repressing the mere thought of it, and pursued a career in the Ministry immediately after finishing Hogwarts, though whether it was something she wanted to do or if she wanted to follow her parents' footsteps, she wasn't exactly sure. Ironically, she pursued a job in the law enforcement department; never did she give in to hardships or laze about. She soared through the department, it seemed, picking up the "laws of the land" and the tips of the trade, and after much of her hard work, she replaced the previous Head for the Department, who had been killed, though by who, no one knew. Rumour had it that Elizabeth was behind it, considering she was obviously the next candidate for the position, but it was probably a simple joke; she dismissed it, focused on her work, and that is now her soul dedication.

KISS THE PLANET GOODBYE

BECAUSE WE ARE OFF TO MARS

NICKNAME;; Sammius/Sam. Yes, I am a guy.
HOW DID YOU FOUND US;; ProBoards Support.
TIME ROLE PLAYING;; Four years, just about.
HOW DO WE CONTACT YOU;; Private message or AIM, preferably.
EXAMPLE RP;;

Elizabeth wasn't exactly sure who the next Minister was, though one could be dang certain she was working on that information. Regardless of whether she was the next candidate, the Ministry needed a Minister, and that was that. Did this man think he could just barge into the Ministry in the middle of a protest and so soon after the previous Minister had been murdered and actually expect to see the new Minister? He must have been off his rocker! If the Minister was intelligent, he or she would stay in his or her office and avoid the rioting in the atrium and outside the actual building, and getting to his or her office would be hard. At least, that's the way it was supposed to be; evidently, no one was doing their job properly when the previous one failed to live.

Oh, what now? She wasn't going to keep up with this guy forever, and she was getting darn tired of the charades, really. She looked around for a few moments before turning all the way around -- and saw, out of the corner of her eye, the sword suddenly flying into the air. She aimed at Zagan's chest and did a quick charm for good measure to protect him in case the sword collided with him. That enough right there should have been attempted murder; to her, at least, and it was her word against this guy. She caught site of the man and shot a few spells at him - Incarcerous! Petrificus Totalus! Expelliarmus! - though she didn't expect them to hit, considering the distance between them and the upper hand he had. Plus, would an expelliarmus spell work on the mass of a sword? Probably not, though she couldn't be sure. And the next thing she knew, she was covering her eyes as --

"Ugh!" she breathed, angrily, as she waved her wand and cleared away the residual dust. The floor was in ruins now! What a ghastly fiend! "If you care about your reputation with the Ministry," she said to the two strangers who had joined her, "you'll think carefully about your next moves." As Vincent disappeared again, she turned around immediately -- sure enough, she saw him falling into the center of the mob. She remained expressionless, though a determined, angry flicker danced in her eyes. "I'm certain you now know why my wand was aimed at him, yes?" she retorted, glancing at the man with the foreign accent who had asked her about the situation, and then she faced the Scottish man. She couldn't be certain who he was, but it didn't matter right now: if he was even remotely on her side at the moment, that's what mattered. She waved her hands in separate directions in a way that meant "split up," just in case he managed to slip out of the crowd.

He wasn't getting out of this Ministry alive.

Elizabeth moved swiftly forward, gripping her wand carefully at her side and using her empty hand to move people out of the way. Where was he? He couldn't have gotten far...

[.THE SORTING HAT !]

ACCEPTED!