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Elizabeth Swann
the electronic journal of a woman lost at sea
Created on 2008-11-04 03:32:54 (#17051679), last updated 2008-11-20
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Bio| ELIZABETH SWANN | |
| Series + Disney’s Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest, Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End, Kingdom Hearts II Version + Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl Age + 20 Gender + Female Sexuality + Heterosexual |
Pink + Player 18 + Age Female + Gender pinkrapid + AIM radiocakes + LiveJournal Elizbeth Swann (damncorsets), Megara (isadamsel) + Characters |
| APPEARANCE Elizabeth Swann is an acceptable weight for a woman of her standing. She has ambitions to school herself in swordplay, hoping to add muscle to her frail frame as she currently has very little. Her weeks at sea, held hostage by Barbossa and his crew, and her refusal to eat have whittled her down to a slightly gaunt thinness. Her skin, once paper white and flawless, is now peppered with freckles and deepened to a sun-soaked tan. Dark blonde hair has grown out of its fashionable style; no longer restricted by pins and twists, it falls down over her shoulders to be whipped by the wind, coarsened by the salty sea air. Before she was abducted, Elizabeth often wore beautiful but restricting gowns. She abhors corsets and finds comfort in simple fabrics, like cotton. She prefers to wear pants rather than dresses or skirts, as people (men especially) tend to take more heed of her when her breasts are not on display. | |
| PERSONALITY Elizabeth is headstrong and stubborn in a society that demands women be obedient waifs. As such, she often feels frustrated and oppressed by her life in Port Royal, but has no way of voicing her feelings. Despite being resilient, she lacks the opportunity to defy her father and the conventions of eighteenth century society. Though she cares deeply for her father, she has always been ambitious beyond her means. At a very young age, she became fascinated with pirates despite the discouragement of her father and the then Lieutenant James Norrington. She would sing “A Pirate’s Life For Me,” vexed by a life at sea, where she could be free of responsibility, obligations, oppression – and, above all, corsets. Clever and quick to adapt to any situation, Elizabeth can play coy as needed, or confront those who threaten her and those she loves. When captured by Hector Barbossa, she bargains for her life and the safety of Port Royal, and even demonstrates her bravery by attempting to escape (which she might have succeeded in, were her enemies not the living dead). It would seem being aboard the commandeered Black Pearl is a facet of Elizabeth’s fantasy realized, but she has no respect for bloodthirsty and godless brigands. She is still, after all, a lady of her time – the way she speaks and carries herself would have you dare to question otherwise. Elizabeth takes no enjoyment in ruthlessness and vile deeds. She believes in justice and liberty, and values life and relationships. Elizabeth is closer than ever before to realizing her freedom, but she still has much to learn about the world outside her manor. Others may try to restrain her, but Elizabeth will do anything to defend herself, her loved ones, and her ideals. | |
| ABILITIES/WEAPONS/STRENGTHS Elizabeth is adaptable and fast thinking. Her ideals are strong, but she is more often than not able to put them aside for a good disguise. She is willing to sacrifice her beliefs temporarily, if it will mean winning in the end. A venomous combination of convincing lies and feminine allure are usually enough to deceive her enemies and earn her the opening she requires – whether it is an opening in the throat, made by a butter knife, or simple a chance for escape. Elizabeth carries no weapons, but can usually find or fashion one when needed. Anything from unsuspecting silverware to a bottle of rum. She manipulates the environment well, thanks to her quick wits. | |
| WEAKNESSES Though brave and headstrong, Elizabeth is not extremely strategic. She can be blinded by her emotions and is more likely to charge in, swords drawn, than draw up an elaborate plan of attack – though she will follow someone else’s plan if she thinks it will work. She will to whatever it takes to do what she believes is right, even if means hurting those she cares about, or sacrificing herself and her ideals. Her curiosity sometimes gets her into trouble and she often finds herself in the company of the wrong people. She has little respect for authority and the propriety of her time. | |
| HISTORY Elizabeth Swann was born and, for the first twelve years of her life, raised in England. Her parents had a marriage of convenience, with her mother, Beatrice, being much younger than her father, Weatherby. Not a year after they were married, Elizabeth was born. Beatrice, however, was infamous for her poor health, and Elizabeth’s birth carried with it complications. Neither Beatrice nor Weatherby wanted to attempt having a second child. As Beatrice was the daughter of a nobleman and Weatherby the latest in a long line of sons involved in Parliament and the political workings of the British Empire, they lived in a large manor with many servants to attend to them and their daughter. Beatrice, however, took pride in raising her daughter herself, and it was clear she loved Elizabeth very much. As Elizabeth aged, she realized more and more that the love her mother gave to her was never similarly directed at her father. Though Weatherby loved both his wife and daughter very much, Beatrice was only warm to Elizabeth, and neutral to her husband. When Elizabeth was eleven, Beatrice fell ill. The best doctors attended to her, but her condition only worsened. Weatherby stayed at her bedside when he could, but most of her final hours were spent with Elizabeth’s small hand cradled in hers. Once, as Beatrice lay sleeping, Elizabeth asked softly why she did not love her husband. Beatrice opened her eyes, apparently awake, and smiled. She told her that though Weatherby was kind and affectionate and a fine husband, he was not the man she fell in love with. Elizabeth, confused by her mother’s answer as marriage, to her, was a union made for love and nothing else, did not inquire again. Beatrice died shortly after. Weatherby comforted his daughter and assigned her a nanny for when he was away, but Elizabeth felt almost no connection to the well-meaning woman – in fact, she hated her, under the impression that she was trying to fill the void her mother had left. Weatherby was soon offered the position of Governor of Port Royal, a British colony in the Caribbean Islands. Initially hesitant to leave the country he’d loved for so long, he could no longer bear to watch Elizabeth curl up in her mother’s empty bed with sad eyes and wet cheeks. Elizabeth made no qualms about leaving – since Beatrice’s passing, she had become increasingly quiet, spending most of her time in the study reading books about pirates and sea tales. Despite Weatherby’s disapproval of such unladylike and troubling interests, he hadn’t the heart to take away her only source of happiness. That she showed an interest in anything was relief enough to him. Elizabeth’s obsession became more troubling during the voyage to Port Royal, as she gazed wistfully over the waters and curtains of silky fog, humming the tune of brigands. Her song foreshadowed the grimness they would encounter: a sunken merchant ship, bodies bobbing between charred planks of wood. Elizabeth was the one to spot the sole survivor: a boy, presumably her own age, unconscious in the water. He was pulled aboard, his lips blue and his skin reeking of salt. Elizabeth feared the worst, her chest tightening painfully and a dry lump growing in her throat. In the past months, the sea was what kept her from falling into despair – all its fantastic tales and adventures, where possibility was born… not destroyed. She couldn’t face another death. Then the boy began to cough, and relieved breath came swilling out of her. She felt some sort of connection between them in that instant – her, Will, and the curious gold medallion she plucked from his neck. She kept the medallion through the years, to remind her that the sea had brought her something, whereas the land only took things away. Her mother, her freedom. Her father informed her that she would marry Commodore James Norrington – a man she respected immensely, but did not love. Elizabeth understood her mother’s words now, though she did not understand her own feelings. In her years as a teenager, she had fleeting crushes – and one she retained on William Turner, now a blacksmith. They had been close friends for years, until it was beyond appropriate now that she was “a proper young woman” and he “a working young man.” Weatherby felt more willing to discourage her whimsical notions of swordfights with sticks and the thought of becoming a blacksmith, while Elizabeth was still young. But she kept her dreams of the sea, poisoned and embittered by the irony that it was right outside her window, but she could not touch it. At times she dreamed of strange sails coming over the horizon to take her away – but her dreams were more ambitious than she was. She could not leave her father, no matter how stifled she felt. On nights when she was particularly frustrated, she took the medallion from its hiding place and hung it around her neck. It cooled her skin and her temper, until a chill wracked her. On one such night, its long held promise of destiny finally came to fruition. All at once, the peaceful night of Port Royal erupted into frothing, teeming chaos. Pirates were raiding the port, but they were not the lovable knaves of Elizabeth’s books. They were filthy, murderous strangers – and they were looking for her. Elizabeth felt a sickening thrill, even through the fear, as she fought for her life – but she was inexperience and outnumbered, and soon found herself on the deck of the Black Pearl. To protect her life, she offered a false name: Elizabeth Turner. She wasn’t sure why she chose Will’s name, or even if it would save her. Thankfully it did, though Hector Barbossa and his crew did not release her. Elizabeth made attempts to escape, soon discovering her captors’ ghostly disease. The crew of the Black Pearl had doomed themselves to eternal purgatory, and the only way to break the curse was to offer her blood to the heathen gods and replace the medallion William’s father had stolen. She feared for her life more than ever, but had no chance to flee before she was taken to Ilsa de Muerta, where Barbossa delivered on his promise to spill her blood and free the curse. However, upon unearthing her lie – that she was not a Turner, and that her blood was worthless – he struck her across the face in a rage. She was awoken by Will, who took her aboard the HMS Interceptor, where she learned of his escapades with Jack Sparrow and returned the medallion to him. However, she and the rest of the crew were quickly overrun by the Black Pearl. Following their defeat and Barbossa’s reclamation of the medallion, she was marooned on a deserted island with Jack. Elizabeth had read the amazing accounts of Jack Sparrow’s adventures and implored him to act upon the intellect and cunning which made him a legend, and lead them off the island. She was disappointed to find that Jack had secured his prior escape not with skill, but with luck: rumrunners had been using the island has a cache for their stock, and Jack bartered with them for an escape. Unfortunately, having located the cache once again, it was obvious they had not been to the island in many years – though the rum had been untouched. Jack and Elizabeth built a bonfire and drank to freedom, though Elizabeth feigned her intoxication and waited from Jack to fall asleep. As he slumbered on, completely undisturbed, Elizabeth spent the night building a fire from empty barrels and using the alcohol as accelerant. The fire grew high, white smoke climbing in a writhing, pulsing column. Soon the Royal Navy would be there, and she would be reunited with Will. Eyelids heavy and muscles aching from exhaustion, Elizabeth sat down for a moment to close her eyes, before continuing to build the fire. Flames glimmering likes stars in her darkening vision, Elizabeth slipped from consciousness on the sunny beaches of a lost island. Where she awakes, however, could be an entirely different matter… | |
| THIS IS A CHARACTER JOURNAL FOR ELIZABETH SWANN AT PAIXAO. SHE IS PLAYED BY RADIOCAKES. PROFILE LAYOUT CODE THANKS TO REVERSESCOLLIDE, HEAVILY MODIFIED BY RADIOCAKES. JOURNAL LAYOUT CODE THANKS TO TOYHOUSE, MODIFIED BY RADIOCAKES. BANNER THANKS TO BLOOMYICONS. | |
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