Post by hazel on Jul 15, 2010 19:57:44 GMT -5
ELOISE PETIT ROUSSEAU
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All the basic info
All the basic info
••• Name: Eloise Petit Rousseau
••• Alias: Ellie, Elle, Rousseau
••• Age: 18
••• Gender: Female
••• Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
••• Species: Angel
••• Loyal to: Remy
••• Alignment Light
••• Element: N/A
••• Companion: N/A
••• Play By: Ginta Lapina
LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIPS
Likes, dislikes, etc
Likes, dislikes, etc
••• Likes: cats, stargazing, chocolate, humans, music
••• Dislikes: demons, asparagus, secrets, lying, fake people
••• Pet Peeves: secrets, lying, shallowness
••• Weaknesses: temper, curiosity, brutal honesty
••• Strengths: intelligence, age, resourcefulness
••• Habits: humming to herself, biting her lower lip, pointing, the "ellie huff," twirling hair around her finger, interrupting while others are talking
••• Overall Personality:Ellie is a force to be reckoned with. Well, if you piss her off that is. She has a wild temper, and though she tries to keep it in check, she is no miracle worker. She is unpredictable, too curious for her own good, and has an awful habit of being brutally honest. Ellie has a particular hatred toward secrets, and she thinks that honesty really is the best policy. Fake/shallow people and liars are pet peeves of hers, and her temper usually shows for them. When she is not in a rage, of course, Ellie proves to be a diligent and intelligent girl, sometimes a badass if you look at it the right way. She has no secrets of her own, and her hatred of others' secrets applies to her as well. What you see is what you get with Miss Eloise.
THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE
Appearance and what not
Appearance and what not
••• Hair: blonde, chest length, straight
••• Eyes: light blue
••• Weight: ninety eight pounds
••• Height: four foot eleven
••• Body Type: petite/tiny
••• Distinguishing Marks: scar along her left elbow
••• Overall Appearance:Ellie is what one would call pixie like, or tiny. She stands at about four feet, eleven inches in height and weighs about ninety eight pounds total. She has very fair skin, and almost silvery blonde hair. Of course, being so tiny, she is also curveless if you know what I mean. Making fun of this, though, will result in a punch to the gut. It seems she is sensitive about that .. Anyway, she is a pretty girl. Round blue eyes, and an almost childish appearance, Ellie's looks are easy to use for decieving, even if unintended. It would be, too, being as Ellie hates liars or decievers. It is sort of easy to say she looks like an angel, though despite her pure white wings, there is nothing out of the ordinary about her.
YOU CAN'T CHANGE HISTORY
History and other info
••• Birth Place: paris, france
••• Family: Wilhiem and Catherine Rousseau, parents. Catherine is deceased.
••• History:Eloise Petit Rousseau was born to a wealthy family in Paris, France eighteen years ago. She was the only daughter of Wilheim and Catherine, two well known angels. Their family was quite wealthy, and where wealth was- deciet was too. Though Eloise was too young at the time to fully understand the situation, her wide blue eyes watched the fight between her parents that split them up. Catherine fled the home, and she never returned. Eloise would only get birthday cards in the mail, or a holiday gift during the season of joy. Wilhiem was a good father to Eloise, but he lied. He dug a hole for himself with them, and each grew more and more inconsistent with the last. Eloise began to realize this as she grew older.
She was told that Catherine had been the bad guy, that she had done something bad ... with money. Eloise took this story when she was younger, but it made very little sense without the actual change in wealth status of the Rousseau's. She confronted Wilhiem about this, and he was stuck. Eloise ... popped. She exploded on her father, age a mere eighteen, before packing her bags and leaving. It was soon found out that her mother had gotten fatally ill and died, just recently, and that her father had lied to her about that too. Furious, Eloise made a vow to herself that she'd never lie, and that she wouldn't accept someone who does as a friend. Now, on her own, she is lower middle class, living in a small place of her own, supporting Remy.
••• RP sample:
the pier was the best at midnight. so grabbing her black jacket, scarf, and mocassins- she set out. her cell phone was already in her pocket, and her eyes were alight with the glow of street lights as she strode down the cracked sidewalks. she stepped over each and every breach in the concrete, humming the superstitious rhyme under her breath. she looked up, blinking as she reached the pier, lights shining brightly, though the parks had closed long ago. the crowd attracted here late at night weren't the best, but taylor hardly gave a damn. the crowd was something she avoided, good or not. stepping up a few stairs and onto the old and splintered board walk, she let her gaze sweep the beach ahead, and the nearly empty walkway.
turning to her right, she started down the seemingly endless trail of wood, shop after shop either open or closed. mostly closed. a pizza place just behind her was open, as well as an arcade and some ice cream shoppe. if you walked far enough, taylor was sure there was a candy store open almost twenty-four/seven. they had the best gummy cola bottles, and the brunette was in the mood for a bag of them tonight. she'd walk the length of the board walk, maybe reach the miniature beach at the other end. lights were shining eerily along the walkway, giving presence to a few unsavory characters with bottles in their hands. they waved, called to her. she rolled her dark blue eyes, not even bothering to give the scumbags a reply.
the candy store was beginning to blur into view. it had the brightest of lights, and seemed like some sort of beacon of hope on the dimly lit pier. taylor felt a smile tug at her lips, her pace quickening by a fraction of speed as the entire store grew clearer and clearer. she sauntered up to it, peering in. yes, it was definitely open with a bored looking teenager behind the counter. these were boring hours to work, and not many even knew about the shoppe. the clerk seemed a little pleased to have something to do when he looked up as the bell announcing taylor's arrival tinkled. she nodded to him, a silent gesture of greeting. her blue eyes scanned the shelves, and she plucked a large bag of gummy cola bottles from it, paying, and leaving without a word. stepping outside in the cool air once more, she leaned against the window, letting out a sigh.
[/size]the pier was the best at midnight. so grabbing her black jacket, scarf, and mocassins- she set out. her cell phone was already in her pocket, and her eyes were alight with the glow of street lights as she strode down the cracked sidewalks. she stepped over each and every breach in the concrete, humming the superstitious rhyme under her breath. she looked up, blinking as she reached the pier, lights shining brightly, though the parks had closed long ago. the crowd attracted here late at night weren't the best, but taylor hardly gave a damn. the crowd was something she avoided, good or not. stepping up a few stairs and onto the old and splintered board walk, she let her gaze sweep the beach ahead, and the nearly empty walkway.
turning to her right, she started down the seemingly endless trail of wood, shop after shop either open or closed. mostly closed. a pizza place just behind her was open, as well as an arcade and some ice cream shoppe. if you walked far enough, taylor was sure there was a candy store open almost twenty-four/seven. they had the best gummy cola bottles, and the brunette was in the mood for a bag of them tonight. she'd walk the length of the board walk, maybe reach the miniature beach at the other end. lights were shining eerily along the walkway, giving presence to a few unsavory characters with bottles in their hands. they waved, called to her. she rolled her dark blue eyes, not even bothering to give the scumbags a reply.
the candy store was beginning to blur into view. it had the brightest of lights, and seemed like some sort of beacon of hope on the dimly lit pier. taylor felt a smile tug at her lips, her pace quickening by a fraction of speed as the entire store grew clearer and clearer. she sauntered up to it, peering in. yes, it was definitely open with a bored looking teenager behind the counter. these were boring hours to work, and not many even knew about the shoppe. the clerk seemed a little pleased to have something to do when he looked up as the bell announcing taylor's arrival tinkled. she nodded to him, a silent gesture of greeting. her blue eyes scanned the shelves, and she plucked a large bag of gummy cola bottles from it, paying, and leaving without a word. stepping outside in the cool air once more, she leaned against the window, letting out a sigh.
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IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU
The Personal Stuff
The Personal Stuff
••• Your Name: hazie
••• Age: over fourteen
••• Gender: female
••• How'd you find us: ad on proboards support
••• Did you read the rules?
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