Abilities: Elizabeth has the ability to open up tears in reality. She can see them, and pull items through. When she was younger, she could CREATE them, but since she's grown up, this ability has been lost, and she can only open tears that already exist. Given the nature of Ruby City, Elizabeth is not able to open them up to other realities, other universes, and step through into another universe. She can see tears here, but cannot open them, no matter how hard she tries (and she will try). If anything, she'd be able to pull a small item through, but only an item that would already exist within the confines of Ruby City (for example: she could not pull a car through, but she could pull a book, so long as it is a book within the city). This, however, is up to mod discretion.
Elizabeth has spent most of her life trapped in a tower, and as such, has a tremendous library of abilities. To name a few: she's an accomplished lock picker, singer, painter, speaks English, Chinese, and French, and is extremely well-read. She also has a great throwing arm.
First Person: [There's a bit of fumbling coming from the watch, a frustrated growl, and then-] Oh! Gotcha! [The face of a young woman appears, bright blue eyes and dark brown hair. Smiling, she inspects the watch.] Well this is something I've never seen before. How do you work? Are you running on Shock Jockey? Or is this some new quantum physics thing?
Don't be stupid, Elizabeth, [She tells herself.] Quantum physics doesn't belong in a watch. It's gotta be some kinda… Well, I don't know what it is, but we're going to find out. We are also going to find out why this tear sucked us in, and where we are. Because this doesn't look like the Columbia I know.
[She frowns to herself, looking up into the distance.] Though I really don't even know Columbia that well.
Third Person: "Hello?" Elizabeth's voice echoed through the nearly empty cathedral. Her voice returned back to her, echoing off the vaulted ceilings and stained glass windows. This place was… well, to be fair, everything was completely new to her. She'd lived in a tower for the past 19 years, with no human contact to speak of. So the idea of actually getting out and breathing fresh air was new and exciting. Everything was, in a way, getting to see the things she'd only read about in books! Still, this place… It wasn't Columbia. There was no mention of the Prophet Comstock, or the Lamb, or Daisy Fitzroy or anything. Nothing at all. It was as if, in this reality, she didn't exist.
Or, well, she wasn't the Seed of the Prophet. Which suited her just fine, thank you very much. Comstock had another thing coming if he still thought he could convince her to follow in his footsteps. No way, no how.
"Hello? I'm-- look, if anyone's out there, listening? I'm looking for a man named Booker DeWitt? Has anyone--" The only sound was her voice bouncing back to her. Frowning, she wrinkled her nose. "Fine then. I'll just sit here." She said to herself, taking a seat in the nearest pew, crossing her arms over her chest like a dejected child. "I will sit here. And I will wait. For, uh… something." She had yet to think that much through.
[CANON] ELIZABETH || Bioshock: Infinite || no reserve || 3 of 3
Elizabeth has spent most of her life trapped in a tower, and as such, has a tremendous library of abilities. To name a few: she's an accomplished lock picker, singer, painter, speaks English, Chinese, and French, and is extremely well-read. She also has a great throwing arm.
First Person: [There's a bit of fumbling coming from the watch, a frustrated growl, and then-] Oh! Gotcha! [The face of a young woman appears, bright blue eyes and dark brown hair. Smiling, she inspects the watch.] Well this is something I've never seen before. How do you work? Are you running on Shock Jockey? Or is this some new quantum physics thing?
Don't be stupid, Elizabeth, [She tells herself.] Quantum physics doesn't belong in a watch. It's gotta be some kinda… Well, I don't know what it is, but we're going to find out. We are also going to find out why this tear sucked us in, and where we are. Because this doesn't look like the Columbia I know.
[She frowns to herself, looking up into the distance.] Though I really don't even know Columbia that well.
Third Person: "Hello?" Elizabeth's voice echoed through the nearly empty cathedral. Her voice returned back to her, echoing off the vaulted ceilings and stained glass windows. This place was… well, to be fair, everything was completely new to her. She'd lived in a tower for the past 19 years, with no human contact to speak of. So the idea of actually getting out and breathing fresh air was new and exciting. Everything was, in a way, getting to see the things she'd only read about in books! Still, this place… It wasn't Columbia. There was no mention of the Prophet Comstock, or the Lamb, or Daisy Fitzroy or anything. Nothing at all. It was as if, in this reality, she didn't exist.
Or, well, she wasn't the Seed of the Prophet. Which suited her just fine, thank you very much. Comstock had another thing coming if he still thought he could convince her to follow in his footsteps. No way, no how.
"Hello? I'm-- look, if anyone's out there, listening? I'm looking for a man named Booker DeWitt? Has anyone--" The only sound was her voice bouncing back to her. Frowning, she wrinkled her nose. "Fine then. I'll just sit here." She said to herself, taking a seat in the nearest pew, crossing her arms over her chest like a dejected child. "I will sit here. And I will wait. For, uh… something." She had yet to think that much through.