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Gender: Female

Age: 27
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11/24/2021 12:09 PM 

Shipping Rules

Shipping Rules.

Let's get one thing straight, asking me to ship isn't the way to ship with me. Neither are photo comments or even banter. There is like one way to get me to ship so quickly and that is to take the role I give out. Which would either be from the show supernatural or something original. Another thing. It isn't just me who will work on this. Should you ask for something supernatural - I would be happy if you had a perfect idea for one. Even then, there is one face I would take and that will be said if you ask in messages or comments.

*There is over one ship folks, not just romance - relationships that didn't work out happen. I will go all out for connections - just keep in mind that the main ship is selective.

* I will not ship with someone I don't know or don't like the look of personally. Chances are the supernatural verse or show is your best bet - then again, the face could change all that.

* Original characters will need to work more for shipping, sorry. I go through the same thing.

*Chemistry is the best way to change my mind for everything and you're welcome to the challenge, just don't get your hopes up.

11/24/2021 11:48 PM 

Outfit/Inspiration/request.

Inspired.
Comfortable Work.


Requested.
Naughty Is Nice.

11/24/2021 10:34 PM 

Rules.

Welcome!

I know these guidelines can be really annoying, but for me, this is really something I have to put out there. Otherwise, certain people are going to annoy me left and right. At least then, when I tell anyone off, they can’t complain. I warned you; these are not something you HAVE to read or follow. Just a simple guide, you know?

No need to sign!

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- I have a life. We all have a life away from this website. I don’t come here so someone can create drama or force me to write back to them. I understand it being a close connection or something - and when the time comes that person will get some extra treatment from me, but that has never happened and to do that we have to actually write. As for the rest of you? I do what I can when I can. I really don’t like being pressured into anything. We all have our issues, but mine is being pressured and frustrated and then being upset because of that alone. Please. Do. Not. Rush. Me.

- My time isn’t so limited like some on here. I try to even out what I can do and can’t do. If possible, you will wait maybe a week or two - then I might bring out a message or comment of reassurance if not a reply on that day. You will either have to be happy with that or be unhappy and move on.

- I don’t take well to bad vibes, when you’re clear on the stream and cussing people out, it can leave a terrible impression on people. For one, you don’t know if they’re being lazy or if something happened in their life. I think we should all respect each other and just give them that time and space to do what they can. If they don’t want to write with you, it will come up or their account will vanish. Simple as that, right? Either way, it is your choice on how long you can give it to them. Should they try to add you back, be open to it one more time. I can’t tell you to do this, but it is my suggestion.

- I have this big pet peeve about people sending gifs just so they can flirt. Even then, just the flirting puts me in an uncomfortable place. To be clear, even if I was in character. I would NOT flirt back and it would be a greeting to get this moving on. Trying to flirt before the story will get you nowhere and I would only do that with her main ship, anyway. Sorry!

- I started writing when people actually felt eager to discuss with everyone, so doing random starters without asking is very... Odd. I could do it myself, but I guess I prefer keeping things perfect or even just knowing what someone wanted or didn’t want. Just so I don’t have to back and fix it. I won’t ask to do that, but for the love of god at least answer the f***ing greeting. I can’t stand not at least greeting everyone first. It just seems so... Disrespectful to not say something.

- I won’t delete a soul. Unless you’ve hurt me on here, then you can kiss your ass goodbye. I believe we are all writers and should accept each other — if not for writing, then just being there for the drabbles and sharing. If you don’t think like that, then fine, but I do.

-I don’t go below paragraph, but I do have a love for more when I can. The novella is a dream to me, but just a multi-paragraph is fine.

-I have a horrible memory, so if I show I can’t remember something or get it wrong. Please correct me in the nicest way possible. No need to be rude.

- She is a single ship, but this isn’t first come first serve. First, we write and then we see where it goes, otherwise, it will just end up going badly. I love Moira, but on her profile, she only will go with someone from the show and I have certain choices that I think would fit. You can ask for all you want. Or even inquire about the role. Just don’t think I will hand it to you on a silver platter.

- Not a fan of blank profiles, it is very hard to work with them without having the information on both sides. I also don’t enjoy being put on the spot when they ask for help. That shouldn’t be up to me unless I know you or have a need for a role. My roles are usually on another face anyway, sorry. But don’t ask me for help unless it’s a full role change. Also, this doesn’t count from show-related characters — I mean being blank is fine in that case.

- Not looking for perfection, just enough to read. I know mine isn’t perfect, no need to point that out. If you can’t handle that, well... No one is forcing you to write with me.

- That being said, I don’t mind anyone doing character greetings or anything, I just think it is easier to be outside of character when greeting and discussion? If you haven’t noticed, Moira is a bitch, so I don’t think you want to talk to that for the entire time. I could dial it down, but where is the fun in that...? Point is, you should never assume. These are here to help.

- Now sex-based writing... I realize some people take pride in that sort of thing. I just don’t think Eliza is going to fit in something always based on that. No offense, but her relationships are seeing them sleeping, and sneaking out. That isn’t fitting for the usual girl who falls for every blasted boy on the f***ing street - again no offense. Not Eliza, sorry!

- I also can write it if I wanted to, but to be truthful. If the character isn’t Eliza type, then you ain’t getting sh*t. Again, so sorry, not sorry, maybe a little? But yeah. That’s how it goes for her in the end.

- I can be a bitch myself and blunt. The chances are of you hearing me do this is fifty, trust me. All I ask is that you tell me when I go too far instead of running away with a tail between your f***ing legs. I understand, but it pisses me off to no end because I don’t know what I said wrong. Being blunt online is pretty easy for me.

-Onto genres, what I do is basically away from killing off my character. I can do a thriller, hell I can do horror, but that must not KILL the girl I have to write. I still have yet to understand why you would even do that. I much prefer to keep the story going, you know, unless I can bring her back. Then, by all means, kill her, but things like that should be discussed. I enjoy dark themes. After all, Eliza has a slight evil streak that could become more depending on where the story goes. I also imagine she is a great victim for certain people out there - I have certain triggers though, so you have to be clear on the dark and mature side of things.

11/24/2021 10:18 PM 

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โ Dancing.

โ Guns.

โ Rock Music.

โCountry Music.

Eliza is a wary hunter with a hint of sarcastic flare. She finds that too many people would look down on her if she let them, so she forced herself to grow up quicker. With her life she was also a loner and liked it that way. Rarely will anyone comment on her kindness, but if someone is close enough she can be kind. The question is, would she want to be? Her honest intentions can sometimes come out even if the truth is sometimes more harsh than the lie. Eliza hates games and will not take part in it. She is honest with good intentions. Her pub is her life and joy, sometimes a royal pain in the ass... But it is her life. She is very hard working contrary to what people think. It’s pretty rare, but she can be curious about things she doesn’t know about. She isn’t as judgmental as people assume and has a strong love for music or musicals.

Character Traits.

Traits: Wary. Sarcastic. Loner. Kind if she wants to be. Honest. Brutal. Hard working. Curious. Non-Judgmental. Musical.

Quirks: Bitting lip, tapping fingers.

Habits: Wine, Chocolate.

Please do NOT come here seeking only sex from my character. I understand who she is, but quite frankly you should be able to read the information on this profile and then seeing that this is NOTHING like that you would already know nothing would happen. I plan to only allow someone that close through chemistry and even then I don’t show much love for it. Anyone trying to do this will be blocked. Do not say I didn’t warn you.

Full Name: Eliza Genevieve Mckenna.

Nicknames: Elle. Gene. Eve. Liza. Liz.

Aliases: Miss Mckenna. Miss Eliza.

Date Of Birth: N/A.

Place Of Birth: New York.

Current Residence: America, New York - Pub outside of the city or her house inside.

Age: 20-30.

Ethnicity: American, Scottish, French, Spanish, English.

Hair Color: Natural brown - Dyed to others, Which will be up with time.

Eye Color: Blue eyes, with hazel rings around it. Sometimes the opposite.

Height: N/A.

Weight: N/A.

Birthmarks/Scars: Behind Ear - Two small butterflies. Collar Bone - Roses on her collar bone on both sides. Back - Eagle on her back. Ankle - Rose on her ankle. Right Leg - Rose on her leg.

Mother: N/A.

Adopted Mother.: Isabell May Mckenna.

Sister(S): N/A

Brother(S): N/A

Other Family: N/A

Sexual Orientation: Straight.

Relationship Status: Single.

Current Relationship(s): --

Past Relationship(s): Nothing Serious.

Scent: Mint and Vanilla.

Hobbies/Interests: Dancing. Pole Dancing. Singing. Rock songs. Country songs. Making cocktails. Painting in her spare time. Photography.

Vice: Envy.

Virtue: Charity.

Languages Spoken: English. French. Spanish.

Occupation: Waitress. Pub Owner. Bartender. Dancer. Part-Time hunter.

Equipment: Handgun. Bullets. Combat Knife.

Employer: Anyone.

Verses.

โ Supernatural.

โ Romance/Drama.

โ Horor/Conflict.

โ Open/Crossovers.

Writing Style.

โ Multi-Para/Para.

โ Novella

<p>Eliza Genevieve Mckenna. Born October, New York. Eliza is the only daughter of her drunk parents. Taken into foster care at an early age as a baby, she found a caring mother who took her in and raised her to be the best person. Isabell May Mckenna was a young woman who worked three jobs at night to take care of herself and her baby girl. She was born into the middle class and found herself unable to have her own child so she adopted a young baby. The less drama the better, babies usually didn’t remember who their previous parents are, and if Eliza didn’t find out... Perfect.

She wasn’t a bad mother, but a little wrong but never horrible. At age one, Isabell brought her baby into her small apartment. She spent years trying to build a better life for her eventually settling into a better house for herself and owning a pub not far off. When Eliza turned thirteen her happy-go-lucky attitude rubbed off on everyone she knew, much to the amusement of the adoptive mother. Young Eliza had a habit of getting back up no matter the fall. She had this natural gift to guide people to her and make friends with them. Well, that was what the teacher said in school anyway.

Everything went well for them. In fact the pub was pulling in money they needed. Until she became a teenager, and as everyone knows teenagers are especially temperamental. Eliza started to realize she wasn’t like her mother at all and began questioning her about the differences. Isabella noticed the early stages of depression and watched her daughter panic at the smallest things over the years. When she finally turned seventeen eventually she had to let her adoptive daughter know the truth. Both of them sat down and talked over everything and whatever Isabell knew about her mother. It wasn’t much, and even though Eliza should be angry with her she felt more relieved to know about her mother and how she didn’t have to deal with her. Imagine what would have happened? It was clear her mother didn’t care about her at all. At this point, she was ready to finish high school and live her own life.

Eliza grew into the Anti-Social butterfly over time. She didn’t just notice, other children noticed how different she was too and besides. Being the loner she was who liked leather, bikes - And rock music. - her gift for guiding people to her seemed to work badly and good. The others like herself enjoyed her company but others found her annoying. She planned on going to college in Scotland for some reason. Something about her wanting to learn about another place, so when a week passed after finishing school she left and spent time in Scotland. At that time she also made a visit to an old house. It was empty, but her mother didn’t live that far away from her mother. In the two years she spent studying, she came back but took a detour before checking her mother’s house.

She found a diary about her mother’s life, only to find out her mother was some type of hunter who... Hunted the supernatural? What kind of job was that? She didn’t understand but she did take whatever was leftover back with herself. Finding her mother at home two days later, only to find out her mother was sick and bedridden. Isabella asked her daughter to take over the pub-like she planned. Now that Eliza had the experience from working and studying in college, how can you say no to someone on there deathbed?

Her mother passed away in the night and gave the house to her to do as she pleased. Another two years made Eliza a hunter meeting place and safe housing with the pub she had now. Her mother’s diary detailing in everything she did. For once she couldn’t blame someone for drinking after everything she went through... Hunters came from around the world for guns, supplies and drink - Sometimes a place to hide or to stay. Eliza accepted everyone unless they caused trouble.

Eliza Genevieve Mckenna.

11/24/2021 07:18 PM 

Drabble/Sample/Prompt: Adoption.

Theme/Prompt.
Adoption.

The dark-haired loner continued to get ready for a new day of work. The digital clock ticking away on her bedside table only revealed the time being 6 am. It was clear from whatever job she took over that she had to work more in the morning than nighttime. On a good day, Eliza would say that was true - in this case, she was planning on working from six to whatever time her last customer left. It was the best of both worlds. Sometimes you get the nasty people with the good or just one of them.

Her own apartment was within her own workplace, which left her with easy access. Someone might say this whole early morning timetable was unnecessary. She would tell them to f*** off and mind their own business instead. The small loft apartment was more basic than the pub owner showed in her daily appearance. Eliza looked like some rich snob, ready to spend everything she had in her handbag. It might have been true, if not for her own peace of mind.

Eliza swung a black and white hand back over her arm. Lifting her mobile phone in the other, too busy staring to notice the time itself. She was on time. Her two-floor building was easy to move around, with it being one floor. Her bedroom in the back with a small bedside and dresser with her wardrobe. Small but simple, from there a small hallway moved her to a bright white-walled kitchen and living room. A sort of bar and stool set up behind the counter was her dining room. Eliza believed she would not be inviting people soon. She stood by that fact. Behind was a kitchen of silver and wooden cupboards on the wall. Her living room was to the left of it, two steps down, with a small couch and coffee table and somehow a wide-screen television. Behind that, an open space for her office, and bathroom.

Strolling by her long mirror by the door to her home. She paused and straightened the white blazer on her person. A slight glimpse of a black lacy bralette. Her tight leather pants and white high heel pumps only improved this. Eliza leaned forward and narrowed her eyes, checking the make-up in the reflection. Brown and gold eye shadow complimented her blue-hazel eyes, while her lips were painted red. Pressing her lips together, she leaned back and walked outside the house, locking the door behind her before going down a set of stairs for the bottom floor.

By this time, it’s empty. Her pub was a combination of a restaurant; bar and dance floor with some fun karaoke. At the start, her adoptive more only had the first two. Then Eliza took over and, well... She needed the money and will put in the work. Years later, it paid off well enough. She was helping with workers learning the ropes and pulling their own weight when she took time off or had to leave town.

Eliza looked around her bar when she walked inside, marveling that this was all about her and not her mother. It was sad. She loved her even with her not being her actual mother. No doubt she was the one who loved her the most. Blood was strong, but she found that family was nothing but a waste of time. Especially when you just trust them with no idea of who they are. She didn’t want to go into a relationship like that and preferred her peace.

Eliza stepped back into the stairway and switch on the lights on the box behind the stairs. Purple lights switch-on in combination with the round roof above the bar. A set of stool tables sat behind them, with her bar filled with drinks from the latest orders. The restaurant was further past the bar where a set of red boots sat against the walls with small tables with normal seats with red cushions. Her dance floor was in the center of the room, with a stage and karaoke station ready to be used.

Once the lights were on, she walked back in and sat on a stool where some paperwork was scattered in two piles. Eliza puffed her cheeks out and sighed. “Bills, bills...” she muttered in annoyance, her hazel eyes taking in the information. A morning filled with signing her money away. What could go wrong?

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