Post by elise miranda morgan on Apr 16, 2012 8:39:13 GMT -6
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 the basics FULL NAME elise miranda morgan AGE & DOB twenty one | july 31 HOMETOWN valkyrie, ca ETHNICITY spanish-albanian-irish LANGUAGES SPOKEN english, spanish, french, conversational italian SEXUAL ORIENTATION bisexual HAIR COLOR brown EYE COLOR brown HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5' 5 | 110lbs DISTINGUISHING MARKS has dimples, right side more prominent than left. Also has a tattoo on her ribcage that says, "Pain demands to be felt." LIKES/DISLIKES I love chocolate cake, and apple pie, food in general makes me happy, I also like computers, duh, I love old hollywood glamour, old sitcoms, british tv, popcorn, crayons, classical music, candy. What I hate, well, that's a list that can go on for miles. I hate dreadlocks, so gross, I hate birds, and butterscotch pudding, clowns, llamas, being itchy, when people say things wrong, flash, dreamweaver, plastic wrapped couches and I guess being broke sucks too. STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES I love people too much, I know, that sounds like some pathetic tumblr post, but it's true. Whether the person is good for me or not, I love people too much, and usually get hurt. I can't help it, that's just me. I also have this great ability to hide my true feelings and don't speak up as much as I should around the boys. I just can't get a word in, they're all big personalities and it isn't like it matters what I say. As long as everything is technologically sound, I might as well be wallpaper sometimes. Strengths? I'm decent at computer systems and have a knack for disabling intricate security systems many places have nowadays. Camera system mysteriously had a power outage? you're welcome. Thought you secured your house but came home to find the system disabled? You're welcome. Meticulously surveying the area and inside the banks/jewelry stores for any possible threats? you're welcome boys, no really, no need to thank the hacker or anything. I'm also really kind, I like to think in this world and lifestyle, it's a nice change. I have no need to be mean spirited, but if you get me mad, I'll eat you up. SECRETS I couldn't tell time until I was ten. that was embarrassing. But then I got a digital watch, so it didn't matter anyhow. This isn't really a heavy duty secret, well I guess it is to everyone outside of the boys and myself, but I'm a criminal. Yep, I do the hacking of the mainframes to dismantle all the security procedures put in place to protect the banks and other establishments. I know it should be frowned upon, but the pay is outstanding which helps foot the bill for school and my general living expenses. I'm also bisexual, but then again, that isn't really a secret either, just something a lot of people don't know, I suppose. | in depth |
PERSONALITY
"I'm pretty awkward sometimes, I'm just going to say that first. But I find myself endearing to be honest, and I'm sweet and kind to boot. I dunno, I just don't have the energy to be a bitch, I'm too laid back for that I guess. I get excited a lot, and I start hugging people, well, mostly the boys. I'm a hugger and a cheek kisser, I just can't contain myself. I like to think I'm funny, the boys think I'm funny, and that's all that really matters to me. I'm pretty temperamental on top of that, I let my emotions dictate me.I also have this thing where if I get overshadowed or something when I have something to say, I just don't say it. I know that sounds weird considering I let my emotions get the best of me, but when I feel really hurt, it takes a lot for be to verbally admit it and eventually I have panic attacks, but that's okay, right? I pretty much have to stay between a 3-7 or else I get way too excited, or I might start crying, never know which... All in all, I seem like a walking contradiction. whoops."
FAMILY LIFE
"I like to think my family life was pretty nice, very sweet and tight knit. It's just my mum, my three brothers and myself. My dad died when I was five, I don't really remember him anymore. I'm really close to my mum and brothers, and my cousins in the Tyler family, especially Will. He's one of my boys and one of my best friends, what can I say?"
PARENTS/SIBLINGS
"My Dad was David James Morgan, would have been fifty eight now, and he died many years ago. My mum is Selena Maria Morgan, fifty-five, works at the family restaurant, the Gatsby. I have three brothers, so bear with me here. Leo David Morgan, he's thirty four, married with three kids and fourth on the way. He's a professor at UCLA along with his mrs. James Adam Morgan and Dean Alexander Morgan are both thirty, Jay is a TV writer for a show on the CW and Dean is a pilot, living the high life flying for Virgin Airlines. Jay's engaged to his boyfriend and Dean will never settle down. ever.
Like I said earlier, I don't really remember my dad, I was too young when the accident happened, but I heard he was a good guy. I'm close with my mother and my brothers, but I'm closest with the twins more than Leo."
Like I said earlier, I don't really remember my dad, I was too young when the accident happened, but I heard he was a good guy. I'm close with my mother and my brothers, but I'm closest with the twins more than Leo."
HISTORY
"Oh you know, born and raised and probably will die in Valkyrie."
what her future parole officer will know if they get caught:"I was a mistake. I don’t mean to sound depressing or anything, it’s just that I know my parents did not have a conscious decision making process when my mum wound up pregnant with me. I wasn’t planned like my brothers, well, the twins were planned, and my eldest brother was not. Who has kids at 21? Wait, that doesn’t seem very young unless you’re deathly afraid of miniature humans like I am. Currently I’m twenty-one, and the mere thought of pushing a human out of my lady bits makes me nauseous. But I digress. I was born in the middle of summer, July 31, to Selena and David Morgan. I came into the family when the older children were thirteen and ten, healthy spacing I suppose, and the only girl which was nice I guess. That didn’t stop my mother from dressing me in old baby clothing from my brothers. Or their old toys. Or bikes. But boy stuff was so much cooler than the pink junk the girls would get anyhow, so now that I think of it, I’m not completely mad, just it would have been nice if there was some effort given. I was the girl in the tutu with rainboots, sitting in the mud and making things. Needless to say, I was kind of a tomboy, still am a little. My childhood wasn’t painful or bleak, I was born and raised here in Valkyrie, but I never went to the academy. That was a scary thought, going to the academy with all the Valk kids, and their constant drama. I just wouldn’t have the energy to keep up. Sure it would have been easier to get into special colleges, but I like to think I did just fine regardless. Anyway, I went to public school and lived in the shaks with my mum and three brothers. My dad died when I was five, heart attack got him good. It’s not anything I dwell on anymore, as bad as it sounds, I don’t remember him very well anymore. I remember his face, but it’s a face he made in a picture from when he was holding me and I threw up on his head. I don’t remember the sound of his voice, or any of his funny jokes asides from when my brothers and my mum tell me. I guess I never knew the guy well enough so I hijack my family’s memories of him.
Life went on like it always does. All in all, my childhood was decent, it was when I was ten when my mum bought and took over ‘The Gatsby’ from the previous owners and changed everything about it. It was all about home cooked meals and comfy atmosphere. I’ve been working there since I was twelve; going from waitressing to now cooking when I get the chance, help my mum out, as my brothers are off to do their things. I think I was around twelve or thirteen when Will went to jail, and I was devastated, but I mean, the kid beat up my cousin’s ex pretty badly, I’m surprised he only had a couple months. I visited him everyday, actually, right after school. At this point I wasn’t really close my brothers, they were off somewhere, doing their thing, remember? I had Will though, I get along far better with Will than with his sister, hell, than even my brothers at times. Nothing real interesting happened until I was twelve actually; you could say that was the age in which I first began tinkering with computers. I was at a friend’s house at the time, since we didn’t get a computer until a few months later, and we were just fooling around when I managed to get my way into her older brother’s computer’s main frame and realized the amount of porn on it. Needless to say, Kyle, the brother, was totally grounded for a month. Whoops. I want to say it was exhilarating, but that makes computers sound so amazing and relatable and frankly I don’t want them to be. I like being able to work a computer better than most, code faster and understand said code. It’s like an exclusive club, you know? Not everyone gets in and those who do are rewarded with this certain kind of power. From then on, when we got our own computer, I went back to it, trying to break my way into other main frames, feeling like god since everyone and their mother has their lives on machines. I have to admit though, I was sloppy; I was arrogant even. I didn’t think to cover my tracks until I got caught one day.
I was fifteen and at Roosevelt, the public high school, when I was staying behind at school, trying to do this one history assignment. God, I hated history. Art history is different, I actually enjoy art history, but world history is not my friend. And I was tired of my teacher always giving me a hard time, like it was my fault her classes were a fricken bore and I’d much rather rebuild my motherboard. Anyway, so as soon as the halls died down of any activity, I diligently went back to typing my essay until I got sidetracked. This is why I do all my assignments in my notebook now, in order to get them done and out of the way before I go to type them. I was distracted and absent-mindedly began to chip away at the school’s mainframe, surfing around the firewall and eventually came out the school’s grading system for each individual student. This was far too easy, and I’m far too easily tempted.
Looking back on the whole thing, I should have known the school would have been more heavily guarded, and I should have been a little slicker with my attack. But like I said, I was a self-taught teen who wanted to pass world history with a better mark than a C+. I didn’t just change my grade though, I would like it said, I changed everyone’s in the class, and make the curve a little more bearable. And I didn’t even give myself an A+ or anything of that sort. I just bumped myself up to a B+, because that was believable. But nooo, the school had to get the cops involved and I had to go to court over this little thing. Yeah, that was totally not a good thing to tell my mum. You should have seen her, angrily talking and swearing in Spanish, never had I seen her so mad and say the phrase, “I was ready for James to do something like this, not you Leese.” My mum didn’t waste any time, telling the whole family how humiliating I was, getting community service, I think the only person to not completely judge me was my cousin Will who actually gave me a high five and called me a champ. Asides from the constant disappointment streaming from my mum, I got off pretty easy from the misdemeanor and got community service. That wasn’t even the worst part though, I had to clean garbage from the highways in this disgusting orange vest in the middle of summer and I could only go on the computer if I was supervised, for a year. It was so gross. The supervision, I mean. However, after a few weeks, my mum got tired of standing over my shoulder and just supervised from afar, making sure I was just doing my school work. I got clever though; in that space of time I became super sneaky with my actions, covering my tracks a hell of a lot better. I didn’t want to go back to court, but I didn’t want to relinquish my power either, who does?
I began to stay up longer, sleep didn’t matter when I was brushing up on my skills, learning and re-learning, entering and re-entering a mainframe, disabling a firewall, altering a security system. I was essentially a ghost. Trojan horses couldn’t sway me from my path, although removing them is and always will be a bitch. However, after trying to change my history grade, I never did try to do it again, every grade I have gotten was and is well earned. I graduated from Roosevelt with the highest average at school, it helps not really having much friends other than family, and I was even offered to go to a little old school in the east, Massachusetts institute of technology, yeah, MIT. That was such a shock, since I only did the application on a whim, never expecting to actually be accepted. But I turned it down. I know, sound so stupid, turning down such a good school, a school I’ve wanted to go to since I was indeed fifteen. But the thing was though; I didn’t want to leave my mum or the rest of my family so fast. Yeah, call me sweet or whatever, but at seventeen, I wasn’t ready. I want to get my masters degree from MIT though, and hopefully since I want to get in this time around I will. But anyway, I decided to go to Valkyrie university, to get my degree in Physics and Computer Sciences, that way I have more options, since I like both of those subjects.
It was around the time when I just finished a semester of school when Will and I were hanging out at the house when, out of the blue, he asked me if I was still hacking. I responded a little meekly, I didn’t want my mum to hear and I was surprised that Will still remembered such a fact about me. I never stopped hacking, to be fairly honest. But what he proposed was nearly ludicrous; he, with his other buddies, wanted to rob a bank and they needed my help getting them past the security and computer systems. I thought he was joking, I thought he was high or drunk or both. Rob a bank? That’s heavy duty. That’s dangerous, and that definitely meant jail time if we got caught, ‘if’ being the key word here. I don’t know what it was, the mere fact that I was playing a part in this fantastical scheme, the way I was needed was nice. Of course I agreed. I wasn’t scared of going to jail if this thing blew up, well, I was a little, I like to think I’m too pretty for jail, but hey, it’ll be a grand story to tell my parole officer. A few days later, I met the boys and at first I’m sure they thought I was a handful, always happy and quirky, always hugging them. But hey, three years later, all of them are my best friends; I’d take a bullet for each and every single one. Except for Sanders, I hate that bitch. Haha, kidding. A little. So we began in Santa Monica, spent a week for logistics, and I spent about that time working and reworking the bank’s security system. It was so easy, I’ve dealt with hard-drives with better firewalls and mainframes, and this was a bank we’re talking about. The day of the heist, the boys, except for EJ, went in with masks, and I was positioned across the street, with three computers, one to monitor the surveillance cameras on the inside, causing them to ‘black out’ specific events and also timing their execution down to the millisecond, one for the surveillance cameras on the outside of the bank and one to crack into the security system. Everything went fairly smoothly, we came out with a cool 2 million dollars, forty grand to each man, er, person. But Jack wanted things to be better, slicker. That was when Sanders came into the picture, the decoy, to maintain control over the crowds. From then on, it was the six of us, hitting up banks and other highly profitable locales, and haven’t been caught yet, god bless."
[/td][/tr]what her future parole officer will know if they get caught:"I was a mistake. I don’t mean to sound depressing or anything, it’s just that I know my parents did not have a conscious decision making process when my mum wound up pregnant with me. I wasn’t planned like my brothers, well, the twins were planned, and my eldest brother was not. Who has kids at 21? Wait, that doesn’t seem very young unless you’re deathly afraid of miniature humans like I am. Currently I’m twenty-one, and the mere thought of pushing a human out of my lady bits makes me nauseous. But I digress. I was born in the middle of summer, July 31, to Selena and David Morgan. I came into the family when the older children were thirteen and ten, healthy spacing I suppose, and the only girl which was nice I guess. That didn’t stop my mother from dressing me in old baby clothing from my brothers. Or their old toys. Or bikes. But boy stuff was so much cooler than the pink junk the girls would get anyhow, so now that I think of it, I’m not completely mad, just it would have been nice if there was some effort given. I was the girl in the tutu with rainboots, sitting in the mud and making things. Needless to say, I was kind of a tomboy, still am a little. My childhood wasn’t painful or bleak, I was born and raised here in Valkyrie, but I never went to the academy. That was a scary thought, going to the academy with all the Valk kids, and their constant drama. I just wouldn’t have the energy to keep up. Sure it would have been easier to get into special colleges, but I like to think I did just fine regardless. Anyway, I went to public school and lived in the shaks with my mum and three brothers. My dad died when I was five, heart attack got him good. It’s not anything I dwell on anymore, as bad as it sounds, I don’t remember him very well anymore. I remember his face, but it’s a face he made in a picture from when he was holding me and I threw up on his head. I don’t remember the sound of his voice, or any of his funny jokes asides from when my brothers and my mum tell me. I guess I never knew the guy well enough so I hijack my family’s memories of him.
Life went on like it always does. All in all, my childhood was decent, it was when I was ten when my mum bought and took over ‘The Gatsby’ from the previous owners and changed everything about it. It was all about home cooked meals and comfy atmosphere. I’ve been working there since I was twelve; going from waitressing to now cooking when I get the chance, help my mum out, as my brothers are off to do their things. I think I was around twelve or thirteen when Will went to jail, and I was devastated, but I mean, the kid beat up my cousin’s ex pretty badly, I’m surprised he only had a couple months. I visited him everyday, actually, right after school. At this point I wasn’t really close my brothers, they were off somewhere, doing their thing, remember? I had Will though, I get along far better with Will than with his sister, hell, than even my brothers at times. Nothing real interesting happened until I was twelve actually; you could say that was the age in which I first began tinkering with computers. I was at a friend’s house at the time, since we didn’t get a computer until a few months later, and we were just fooling around when I managed to get my way into her older brother’s computer’s main frame and realized the amount of porn on it. Needless to say, Kyle, the brother, was totally grounded for a month. Whoops. I want to say it was exhilarating, but that makes computers sound so amazing and relatable and frankly I don’t want them to be. I like being able to work a computer better than most, code faster and understand said code. It’s like an exclusive club, you know? Not everyone gets in and those who do are rewarded with this certain kind of power. From then on, when we got our own computer, I went back to it, trying to break my way into other main frames, feeling like god since everyone and their mother has their lives on machines. I have to admit though, I was sloppy; I was arrogant even. I didn’t think to cover my tracks until I got caught one day.
I was fifteen and at Roosevelt, the public high school, when I was staying behind at school, trying to do this one history assignment. God, I hated history. Art history is different, I actually enjoy art history, but world history is not my friend. And I was tired of my teacher always giving me a hard time, like it was my fault her classes were a fricken bore and I’d much rather rebuild my motherboard. Anyway, so as soon as the halls died down of any activity, I diligently went back to typing my essay until I got sidetracked. This is why I do all my assignments in my notebook now, in order to get them done and out of the way before I go to type them. I was distracted and absent-mindedly began to chip away at the school’s mainframe, surfing around the firewall and eventually came out the school’s grading system for each individual student. This was far too easy, and I’m far too easily tempted.
Looking back on the whole thing, I should have known the school would have been more heavily guarded, and I should have been a little slicker with my attack. But like I said, I was a self-taught teen who wanted to pass world history with a better mark than a C+. I didn’t just change my grade though, I would like it said, I changed everyone’s in the class, and make the curve a little more bearable. And I didn’t even give myself an A+ or anything of that sort. I just bumped myself up to a B+, because that was believable. But nooo, the school had to get the cops involved and I had to go to court over this little thing. Yeah, that was totally not a good thing to tell my mum. You should have seen her, angrily talking and swearing in Spanish, never had I seen her so mad and say the phrase, “I was ready for James to do something like this, not you Leese.” My mum didn’t waste any time, telling the whole family how humiliating I was, getting community service, I think the only person to not completely judge me was my cousin Will who actually gave me a high five and called me a champ. Asides from the constant disappointment streaming from my mum, I got off pretty easy from the misdemeanor and got community service. That wasn’t even the worst part though, I had to clean garbage from the highways in this disgusting orange vest in the middle of summer and I could only go on the computer if I was supervised, for a year. It was so gross. The supervision, I mean. However, after a few weeks, my mum got tired of standing over my shoulder and just supervised from afar, making sure I was just doing my school work. I got clever though; in that space of time I became super sneaky with my actions, covering my tracks a hell of a lot better. I didn’t want to go back to court, but I didn’t want to relinquish my power either, who does?
I began to stay up longer, sleep didn’t matter when I was brushing up on my skills, learning and re-learning, entering and re-entering a mainframe, disabling a firewall, altering a security system. I was essentially a ghost. Trojan horses couldn’t sway me from my path, although removing them is and always will be a bitch. However, after trying to change my history grade, I never did try to do it again, every grade I have gotten was and is well earned. I graduated from Roosevelt with the highest average at school, it helps not really having much friends other than family, and I was even offered to go to a little old school in the east, Massachusetts institute of technology, yeah, MIT. That was such a shock, since I only did the application on a whim, never expecting to actually be accepted. But I turned it down. I know, sound so stupid, turning down such a good school, a school I’ve wanted to go to since I was indeed fifteen. But the thing was though; I didn’t want to leave my mum or the rest of my family so fast. Yeah, call me sweet or whatever, but at seventeen, I wasn’t ready. I want to get my masters degree from MIT though, and hopefully since I want to get in this time around I will. But anyway, I decided to go to Valkyrie university, to get my degree in Physics and Computer Sciences, that way I have more options, since I like both of those subjects.
It was around the time when I just finished a semester of school when Will and I were hanging out at the house when, out of the blue, he asked me if I was still hacking. I responded a little meekly, I didn’t want my mum to hear and I was surprised that Will still remembered such a fact about me. I never stopped hacking, to be fairly honest. But what he proposed was nearly ludicrous; he, with his other buddies, wanted to rob a bank and they needed my help getting them past the security and computer systems. I thought he was joking, I thought he was high or drunk or both. Rob a bank? That’s heavy duty. That’s dangerous, and that definitely meant jail time if we got caught, ‘if’ being the key word here. I don’t know what it was, the mere fact that I was playing a part in this fantastical scheme, the way I was needed was nice. Of course I agreed. I wasn’t scared of going to jail if this thing blew up, well, I was a little, I like to think I’m too pretty for jail, but hey, it’ll be a grand story to tell my parole officer. A few days later, I met the boys and at first I’m sure they thought I was a handful, always happy and quirky, always hugging them. But hey, three years later, all of them are my best friends; I’d take a bullet for each and every single one. Except for Sanders, I hate that bitch. Haha, kidding. A little. So we began in Santa Monica, spent a week for logistics, and I spent about that time working and reworking the bank’s security system. It was so easy, I’ve dealt with hard-drives with better firewalls and mainframes, and this was a bank we’re talking about. The day of the heist, the boys, except for EJ, went in with masks, and I was positioned across the street, with three computers, one to monitor the surveillance cameras on the inside, causing them to ‘black out’ specific events and also timing their execution down to the millisecond, one for the surveillance cameras on the outside of the bank and one to crack into the security system. Everything went fairly smoothly, we came out with a cool 2 million dollars, forty grand to each man, er, person. But Jack wanted things to be better, slicker. That was when Sanders came into the picture, the decoy, to maintain control over the crowds. From then on, it was the six of us, hitting up banks and other highly profitable locales, and haven’t been caught yet, god bless."
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ALIAS g to the urms
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE seven years, babycakes.
OTHER CHARACTERS the brood
HOW'D YOU FIND US? seriously?
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YEARS OF EXPERIENCE seven years, babycakes.
OTHER CHARACTERS the brood
HOW'D YOU FIND US? seriously?
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"we can be functional adults and still think pizza lunchables are the shit."
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