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Post by ellen on Jul 13, 2010 23:19:20 GMT -5
 "I don't like being called 'a girl' and 'this girl' as if I didn't have a name at all. It's like having your head put in a sack." - Eilonwy
NAME: Ellen Selene Llyr
NICKNAMES: El, Chatterbox
AGE: twenty-one
BIRTHDAY: February 29th
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
NATIONALITY: Welsh
OCUPATION: card dealer at Wonderland Casino, and a tour guide in Sherwood Park
PLAYED BY: Blake Lively
DISNEY: Eilonwy (The Black Cauldron)
USER GROUP: Royalty
PERSONALITY !
TALKATIVE! Perhaps the first thing noticeable about Ellen is how much she talks. From the time she learned how to speak she has been a chatterbox, talking to pretty much whoever will listen for as long as they can stand to listen to her. It seems fitting, therefore, that in college she was a communications major, and since then has actually learned to tone down her talking a bit, though she still strikes up conversation with pretty much anyone. She has a knack for weaving odd little similes and analogies into her conversations, and it's really not a concern to her if people understand the similes--they ought to, you know, because it's quite plain, but if they don't, there really isn't anything she can do about that. However, just because she's a better talker than a listener does not at all mean that Ellen is self-centered or that she doesn't care about her friends. She does, truly, and she would be there for them in an instant. She just...tends to be the friend you go to when you want advice or a lecture, not the one you go to when you just want to rant and have a shoulder to cry on.
STUBBORN! If there's one thing Ellen hates, it's being told she can't do something. (Though a close second is when people say "I told you so".) When someone points out that she can't do something--whether she actually can't or whether it was an offhand remark or whether they were just being spiteful--proving them wrong becomes her top priority. She won't settle for being second best, and when she wants something, she truly gives it her all. Ellen positively hates loosing an argument or being proven wrong, so she tends to continue to insist she's right until proven wrong beyond all possible sliver of doubt, and she doesn't take 'no' for an answer.
PROTECTIVE! Her outgoing nature makes Ellen someone who much prefers friends to enemies, and she doesn't go around picking fights, but heaven help you if you hurt her friends. Ellen is fiercely protective of anyone she holds dear, and would absolutely not be shy of throwing the first punch over an insult aimed at a friend. She tends to give everyone the benefit of the doubt at first, but if someone breaks her trust, it is incredibly difficult to earn back.
SENSITIVE! Despite her outward appearance of being impenetrable and her bold behavior, Ellen is actually much more sensitive than she'd like to let on. While she has no problems brushing off teasing criticism, any genuine stab at her person or a false accusation upsets her, and hurts her deeply. She tries to keep it to herself when she's hurt, though, except for when she feels that the appropriate response is to give the offender the cold shoulder (her favorite method of punishment for someone who's wronged her), in which case she flatly refuses to speak with them--except, of course, to remind them (several times) that she isn't speaking to them. (In case they forgot, obviously, since the punishment wouldn't work if they forgot that she was irritated at them and not speaking to them.)
CLEVER! Though she has a tendency to act before she thinks, when she does let her brain and common sense do the work, Ellen is really quite intelligent. She's like a sponge in that she tends to pick things up pretty quickly by immersing herself in something, and she has a talent for remembering things she reads or hears. Probably at least in part because she loves being out of doors, Ellen has long since developed an ability to study quickly and efficiently, occasionally making her seem smarter than she is, since she doesn't look like a typical 'nerd', carrying around a book or spending all hours studying or reading. No, she's the type to read something, study it quickly, then store it away so she won't have to ever spend time studying it again. Her quick wit matches her sharp tongue, and she is forever coming up with witty retorts or clever comebacks in conversation.
QUIRKS: collects antique lamps. always carries around a flashlight. enjoys using similes and metaphors in everyday speech. bites her nails when nervous. tends to prattle when she gets nervous. actually finds dish washing to be quite therapeutic.
LIKES: flashlights, lamps, or any other sort of light source, talking, hiking, exploring, going places she isn't supposed to, being outdoors, jeans, sneakers, talking, being right, winning an argument, talking, using similes and metaphors while talking, animals, iced tea, black coffee, playing scrabble,
DISLIKES: being told what to do, loosing an argument, being underestimated, being labeled or objectified, being ignored, being wrong, wet socks, soggy pizza, rude people, extremely bossy people, getting lost, unnecessarily girly girls, wearing uncomfortable long dresses or heels, excessive amounts of feather pillows, her aunt, being told "I told you so"
HISTORY !
Erin Llyr was the daughter of a wealthy businessman. She was the typical rich girl: perfectly highlighted hair, private prep school, and just about every material item she could possibly wish for. That is, until she decided to sneak out with a group of friends to see some band perform. Seventeen at the time, Erin was a rebellious teenager, like most, and so didn't care that she ought to have been studying her SAT prep books instead of claiming to spend the night at a friend's house, and really go see some new rock band's show. She ended up hooking up with the bass player, and found herself pregnant a few weeks later. Though her parents were furious with her, they didn't kick her out, and agreed to help her. Nine months later, Erin gave birth to a baby girl, who she named Ellen Selene Llyr.
It was there in the hospital when Ellen's story veered sharply off course: she vanished. The baby had been taken to the nursery with the other babies, but when Erin went to go see her, the confused nurses told Erin that Ellen had been taken by her aunt, and that everything had seemed to check out. Devastated, Erin blamed her father, suspecting that he'd had something to do with the disappearance of her child (Erin was an only child--Ellen didn't have any aunts), but she never saw the baby again. Deeply depressed and angry, Erin committed suicide just a year later.
Ellen, as it turned out, had been taken by a woman by the name of Vesper Achren, who raised the girl as though she were her aunt. Ellen was told that her parents had died and so she had been sent to live with Vesper, who was her legal guardian, and the only family that she had. Vesper was a stage magician, and brought Ellen up in hotel rooms in Las Vegas. As soon as she was old enough, Ellen began learning magic tricks, and started assisting Vesper in her shows once she was about five years old (she really brought the cuteness factor). Also enrolled in public school around that time, Ellen thrived in an environment of her peers, quickly becoming labeled as the chatterbox of the classroom. When she wasn't helping Vesper with magic, she was studying her homework. Not because she was a nerd, and not even because she was thoroughly fascinated with the material. Why? Simply so that she could have as many excuses as possible to answer the questions in rather long-winded responses, because she hated sitting quietly in class, and she would get in trouble with her teachers if she just started talking about things that had nothing to do with the subject material.
As Ellen grew older, she grew more rebellious, and began thinking for herself, not just accepting what adults told her, and started questioning her relation to Vesper. The two were very different, and Ellen started doubting whether or not Vesper was really her aunt. Vesper was a spiteful, mean-spirited person (though she wasn't strictly 'abusive' to Ellen), who enjoyed nothing more than swindling people out of their money for her magic shows, and she was cruel to her animals (the doves and rabbits who were part of her magic acts). Mischievous Ellen began intentionally vexing her aunt, 'accidently' releasing doves, or giving away fluffy white rabbits to tourist children who were enthralled by the beautiful, fluffy 'magic' creatures. Vesper responded by becoming more irritable and bad tempered, to which Ellen, of course, responded by vexing her even more. It was a vicious cycle that only ended when Ellen was thirteen years old, and decided to run away.
Packing all of her things into a backpack, Ellen waited until the middle of one of Vesper's shows (just to irritate her one last time), when she had 'disappeared' in the magic box, and ran away before she was supposed to 'reappear'. She caught a bus with money she'd stolen from Vesper, and left Las Vegas with no intention of ever returning. The runaway earned money here and there by doing little magic shows, winning card games, or doing odd jobs for people, using all of her money for two purposes: food, or bus/train tickets, to travel from place to place, looking for somewhere far, far away to settle down. She lived on the streets, usually sleeping in wooded parks, hidden in train stations, or hiding in barns when she was in rural areas.
It was in one such barn, just outside of the city of Fantasia, when Ellen was discovered by the elderly farmer who lived there. She had overslept, and he found her just after dawn, curled up in the hay of his pig's stall in the barn, using the little white pig for a pillow. Though Ellen had immediately tried to run off, he caught her by the collar of her shirt, and said it would be horribly inhospitable of him not to invite her in for breakfast. Over dinner, Ellen insisted on doing something to make up for her breaking and entering, so he gave her some chores around the farm. By the time she had finished, it had gotten quite late, so he insisted she stay another night. They continued in this manner for about a week, until he asked if she just wanted to stay and live with him. She would go to school at the local public school, and could help him around the farm when she wasn't at school or studying. Knowing she had no where else to go, and wouldn't get a better offer, and also knowing that she liked this nice old farmer, Ellen accepted his invitation, and stayed there.
She went to the local Fantasia school in the fall, and, despite being "the new kid," made friends pretty easily, due to her friendly nature. When she was sixteen, Ellen got a part time job working in Sherwood Park to start setting aside money for college, since she knew that the farmer really wanted her to go, and would help pay for her to go, but that he didn't have excessive amounts of money, and she didn't want him to feel obligated to pay for her education.
After graduating from high school, Ellen managed to get a scholarship to Lounsbery College, where she majored in communications (a fitting major for one who loved to talk as much as she). It was at college that she learned to tone down her chattering a little, and learned good communication skills, not just how to talk and prattle on and on. And of course, magic tricks and slight-of-hand card tricks made college dormitory life just that much more interesting. Ellen found college both to be interesting, and boring. She didn't like having to take boring required classes that she had no interest in, and she couldn't stand learning 'nonsense' from arrogant teachers. But, she loved taking practical classes and subjects that she found interesting, with good teachers. So, unable to avoid taking the boring classes, Ellen decided to just pile on the classes, and applied each semester for an academic overload, letting her take more classes than the average student. In that way, she managed to graduate early, therefore getting herself out of being cooped up and having to learn things she didn't want to waste time learning.
After graduation, Ellen stayed with the farmer until her twenty-first birthday, at which point she moved out and into her own apartment in the city, and got a job as a card dealer at the Wonderland Casino. Her knowledge of slight-of-hand tricks and card games made her pretty talented at spotting cheaters and card counters, and her own abilities at magic made it possible for her to foil particularly obnoxious cheaters by simply switching the cards around herself, without it being seen. (Though obviously, she keeps that last part to herself and doesn't broadcast it to her employer.) So, working there, and still working part time at the park, Ellen has a pretty good set-up in Fantasia. She still visits the farmer on the weekends and whenever he needs help, and she enjoys both of her jobs. Ellen isn't entirely sure what she wants to do for the rest of her life, but she's content for the time being, and is working on deciding what to do.
SAMPLE !
Note to self: don't get distracted in gym class while supposedly playing softball. Softballs aren't actually soft. At least, not when they come flying into your face, as Rose had just discovered. She hadn't been focused on the game at all, and up until then she'd managed to still look somewhat like she was paying attention and deserved participation points. It wasn't her fault, really, she just had other, more important things on her mind. She'd gotten in a fight with her mother the night before, and had yet to speak to each other, and on top of that, she had a geography test later in the day that she was freaking out about. Easily her worst subject, geography was one of those things that Rose just hated, and didn't really want to learn--in what alternate universe would she need to know what the capital of Somalia was? (It was Mogadishu, according to her flash cards) And who really cared whether the Nile flowed north or south? Rose certainly didn't. Besides that, she was pretty sure she couldn't name a single person who actually did care--and yes, that included her teacher.
But at the moment when the softball had collided with Rose, she hadn't been thinking about geography, she'd been replaying the fight with her mother over and over in her head, debating how to apologize. The whole thing had been her fault, Rose knew, even though she'd tried desperately to pin the blame on her mom. It had been a stupid fight, and at the moment, Rose couldn't actually remember why exactly it had started. But some low blows had been dealt on both accounts, and it had ended in doors slamming and tears. Rose and her mother had proceeded to ignore each other all morning as they went about their business in the kitchen before Rose left for school, not even looking at each other, and there was another door slam as Rose left to catch the bus. For about half the morning she had been of the mind that she shouldn't have to say anything first--she was the kid, not the adult, the adult should be an adult about it and stop ignoring her first. But then about halfway through lunch she'd broken down and decided that since she'd started the fight it was her job to end it. Ugh. She hated having to be the first one to say something after a fight...It was just so awkward...
With that decided, Rose had trotted off to gym class, and had stood around second base for several minutes aimlessly, trying to figure out what to do about her mom (should she send a text saying she was sorry? Call her between classes just to say "I love you"? Wait until she got home and pick up some cake at the grocery store on the way home?) and every once in a while tagging someone out. As previously stated, though, she hadn't really been paying attention, and therefore hadn't heard the calls of warning until suddenly she was on her back in the dirt with her nose bleeding profusely and her right elbow feeling like she'd scraped all the skin right off of it. The gym teacher, the guy who'd hit the ball, and a few other people were on top of her in seconds, pulling her off the ground and asking if she was ok (the gym teacher added a few 'head injury' questions like what her name was--Stella Rosalind, got that one right; what day it was--Thursday?; how old was she--eighteen; and what time was it--how should she know, she wasn't wearing a watch). A wad of toilet paper and tissue paper was shoved in her face to stop her nose from bleeding, and she was unceremoniously sent off to the nurse's office to make sure her nose wasn't broken (well that was reassuring) and bandage her elbow (yes, please).
Ow, ow, ow, ow... Please let it not be broken... She didn't think her nose was broken, but she certainly wasn't going to complain about being sent somewhere where she could get cleaned up and stop hurting. As she walked, Rose chanced a look at her elbow. That was it? It wasn't actually gushing blood like she'd thought....Well dang, it hurt enough to be gushing blood.... In reality there was only a little scrape from the gravel, and an ugly bruise forming around the scrape from hitting the ground so hard. She really should have been paying attention. Ow, ow... What if the blood in her nose clotted in her air way and she suffocated? That paranoid thought alone made her walk a little faster, and she was in the nurse's office within moments.
"Be with you in a minute" The nurse said calmly as Rose walked in, pinching her nose through the wad of now-red tissue paper. "Bud my dose..." The brunette protested, sounding a little ridiculous considering how hard she had clamped her nostrils together. She was given a short, critical glance-over, and handed a box of tissue "Have a seat, I don't think its broken. And stop pinching so hard." Rose took the box of tissues meekly and sat down next to a very familiar, tall, blonde girl. Removing the bloody wad of tissues from her face and replacing them with fresh ones, Rose recognized the other unfortunate occupant of the nurse's room instantly. She and Annaliese were good friends, though Anna was a junior and Rose was a senior. Since Rose had moved to the school her sophomore year, the two had spent the same amount of time at the school, and had been pretty close since they met. "Are you ok? Whad's wrong?" Rose asked her friend in concern, still sounding like she was pinching her nose (which she was).
ABOUT YOU!
OHHAITHUR, I'M ELLEN AND I'M A PRETTY NICE PERSON. I'M NINETEEN, BUT DON'T FRET YO, I THINK THIS PLACE IS AMAZING. I'M SO GLAD I FOUND IT THROUGH ALICE TOLD ME. OH, AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE IS TOO MANY TO CHOOSE!
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