#🖤 i’m happy that the world is gonna end || hcs.

[elsvh]

ELSA VAN HELSING ---> 25 --> RECEPTIONIST --> NEW SALEM

Species: Cursed Human Sexuality: Questioning Pronouns: She/Her Favorite Song: The Drug In Me Is You by Falling In Reverse Big Three: Scorpio sun, Virgo moon, Aries rising

elsa hardly has a relationship with her parents. they were always gone, always caring more about work than their only child, and she was often left on the doorstep of her uncle’s until it just became sort of permanent one day. her unble wasn’t the worst, but he wasn’t the best either. he was constantly trying to make elsa something she wasn’t and the more that he tried to dress her up like some show doll for his job, the more she rebeled against it.

elsa has always had a morbid fascination for dead poets and the color black. she started writing her own poetry when she was young and as she grew older it just became that one thing that kept her from losing her mind when her uncle was breathing down her neck or the people at school became too much. she wasn’t bullied, but she wasn’t tolerated much either. there was something about the passive aggressive comments under her peers breaths that seemed to get to her more than anything. 

she wasn’t and isn’t a mean person at all. she just...doesn’t hold back for the sake of feelings and that combined with her looks had people scared of her. sometimes that hurt. sometimes she just wanted to have friends and have things be easy, but no one bothered to look past her resting face alone.

victor was the only person who saw elsa as elsa. he was her best friend and neighbor, and she looked forward to having her talks with him. her only other friend was her dog persephone and she adored victor’s dog sparky more than anything. the two dogs would play and elsa and victor would shoot the shit. it was a perfect set-up. so when victor pulled away from her after sparky died, it cut her deep. she had tried so many times to reach out to him, but he refused her every time. 

so she moved on, even though she never really let anyone get that close to her again. even with the friends she did sort of had, there was a wall she put up that was ten feet high and no one was getting passed that. 

college was fine. she was able to learn a lot with her major and it was enough to get her to get a poetry book out for once. she doesn’t care if it does well or not, which is still back and forth to this day, she just cares that she put something out and someone out there related to it.

victor’s return was...hard. he was saying a lot of concerning things and then he was just gone again. and then the town went upside down and ever since she has constant nightmares about victor. each one gets more violent and more real and she wonders why she can’t just get him out of her head. it was like the more she is in new salem, the worst her dreams are.

so that was why she ran away. or at least....found a temporary home when she needs it. the hotel transylvania was not a standard hotel, but it was very lively. she likes mavis, she likes her job, and she looks forward to exploring coolsville and animania better.

she loves horror movies. she has a huge collection of dvds back in her room in new salem and she has been slowly smuggling them over. her comfort movies are horror movies.

she has a few piercings. she has her nose ring, she has a nose stud, her eyebrows are pierced, and she has a tongue ring. she has a pretty high tolerance for pain so she is big into piercings and tattoos. 

she has several tattoos. she has one on her ribcage that says “and so, being young and dipt in folly. I fell in love with melancholy.” she as a raven tattoo on her thigh. burn, burn, burn is on her right shoulder. she has a silouhette of lydia deetz on her left shoulder. she wants to add a lot more, but she is just waiting for the time to do it.

she likes to think she has a great sense of humor. most would not agree with her. 

her mother is french and she learned to speak it fluently just to impress her and get her attention. she didn’t get her parent’s attention, but she knows french now.

in regards to her sexuality she just doesn’t know. she’s been with guys, but she does on occasion find herself weak in the knees over a pretty girl. she just....has always been too intimidated to do something about it.

persephone passed away a few years ago and she she keeps a picture of her in her room. she wants to get another dog eventually, but it just hasn’t felt like the right time yet.

she’s just trying to run from her problems and live her life in peace. the issue is she has never really known peace. so...here she is.

[elsvh]

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