Post by zzz - Elle Willows on Dec 21, 2011 15:33:15 GMT -5
Elle Appleblossom Willows
---- THE BASICS
Character's Full Name: Elle Appleblossom Willows (her name is pronounced 'L' )
Nicknames and Aliases: Elle, though sometimes she'll tell you her name is something else just because shes strange. She's also been called a 'hippie' a time or two; a name she quites likes.
Age: 24
Species: witch
Played By: Amanda Seyfried
Appearance: Elle is just a wisp of a girl. She is lithe, tall, and very pale with large green-blue eyes that tell the story of her emotions. Her hair is usually long and wild, and will vary in color depending on her mood. She also has dimples! Several hoops crawling up her left ear; belly button piercing, three small tattooed stars behind her right ear traveling down to the bottom of her lobe, and a celtic knot on her inner arm just below the elbow.
Elle’s ‘style’ can be best described as non-existent. She wears what is comfortable; usually airy fabrics like linen and cotton and long gauzy broomstick skirts, but she will not turn down a comfy pair of jeans if she finds them at the thrift store. Her clothing is typically miss-matched and colorful, and her shoes, when forced to wear them tend to be sandals or flip-flops.
She wears eccentric jewelry, and a lot of it, from numerous bangles on her arms to odd items hanging from her ears, to strange (and often hideous charms) around her neck.
One accessory which is a constant is a set of delicate eye jewels, which she wears starting at the outer corner, to just under the lower lid. They are 3 very small ‘gems’ which seem to change color with her mood.
Elle also doesn’t mind being in her birthday suit, and is altogether unconcerned when others see her naked.
Personality: Elle is a truly honest, kind individual. A free spirit.
She loves whole-heartedly, believes in the impossible, and is wholly immune to what others might think of her.
She is brilliant, though easily distracted, and often lives inside her head more than outside of it.
Random in the best possible way, Elle says what she thinks (usually the first thing that comes to mind) and is truly sincere. She is unwavering about things she believes in; passionate; intense. Elle is usually cheerful, believing fully in the power of positivity. (Yes, she even thinks it is contagious)
Most think her strange for her eccentric style, quirky habits and sometimes nonsensical mumblings, but being an individual has always been important to the pixie.
Utterly fearless, Elle tends to jump into things head first and with out thinking, no matter what the consequence.
Powers and Strengths:
• Self reliance
• Fearlessness
• determination
• extensive knowledge about the natural world around her; ie, healing plants and herbs, lalala
-Elle is an expert at flipping pancakes!
(powers)
* Channeling: The act of channeling or drawing other forms of energy and power by focusing on celestial events.
* Conjuration: The act of calling, commanding, or summoning an element, object, person, or spirit already in existence.
* Elemental Control: The act of controlling and manipulating the elements of air, Earth, fire, water, and weather.
* Mind Control: The act of controlling and manipulating the minds of Humans. (Similar to Compulsion)
* Mind Stunning: The act of bemusing and rendering someone unconscious.
* Pain Infliction: The act of creating and inflicting excruciating pain.
* Precognition: The act of foreseeing future events and happenings.
* Spell Casting: The act of changing and controlling events by magical influence.
* Telekinesis: The act of controlling and manipulating the movements of objects and persons.
* Potions, spells and rituals.
Vulnerabilities and Weaknesses:
• Fearlessness (yes both a strength and a weakess as it generally will land her into situations far beyond her capability
• Very little physical strenth
• her flightiness makes it difficult to be taken seriously
• too gullible and trusting
• She is magically as well as physically clumsy.
• Her emotions seriously influence her ability to use magic.
• She must make blood offerings often to maintain her abilities.
• She is a serious germophobe!
---- HISTORY
Salem, Massachusetts.
A place where endless innocents were bathed in fire, hanged, beaten; accused of witchcraft. But our story begins 294 years after that tragic tale; with a babe called Elle Willows.
If ever there was a happy child, Elle was one. Though a disastrous accident took her parents when she was an infant, Elle was sent to live with her grandmother; who showed the baby love and kindness as if from her own womb.
They lived in an airy cottage on the outskirts of the city; a home straight out of a fairy tale with gables and a large garden and a glittering stream running not far from the backyard. As a child Elle loved to spend time outdoors; which she was able to do as often as she liked; for her Gran homeschooled her. She also loved fairytales and everything whimsical and natural. There was never a story or fantasy creature the young woman did not wholly believe in.
In addition to her normal lessons, the grandmother taught Elle a kind of natural magic which all of the women in their family had been blessed with as far back as the first stretching branches of their family tree.
Elle had a natural capacity for the simple magic; connecting with the earth and all its creatures almost immediately.
By the time she was 7 she was practiced in potion making and the like; able to perform small enchantments, such as blowing on an unlit candle and causing it to glow with a small flame, or scrying for a certain herb she needed for a charm.
This was also around the same time Elle began missing out on the social aspects of being in a normal school among kids her age.
The little witch practiced her magic and cared for her garden and made friends with the wild life (which seemed oddly attracted to her) but none of these took the place of having real friends.
Finally when she was ten Elle begged her caregiver to allow her attendance at a real school, and much to the dismay of her Gran, she was registered at a small, but reputable school nearby.
As soon as Elle started there, it was clear she was not like the other kids. She was much more advanced in her studies, was far more in tune with the natural world around her, and was much less concerned about her miss-matched clothes than the other children were.
The taunting got much worse when the kids found out who Elle’s grandmother was. You see, around those parts the woman was rumored to be a witch; shunned by the community for her non-traditional ways. Most of the townsfolk thought she was crazy and dangerous. Even those few brave souls that would come to the elderly witch for help (the occasional love potion or spell) would make her out to be a loony hag.
It was rough on Elle when she could not make friends; and even tougher when the kids learned that she had a penchant towards witchcraft. The young girl was labeled a freak; rejected by her classmates.
Through it all however, Elle remained positive. Instead of doing ‘normal’ things youngsters her age did; she became adept at wild and wonderful magic, and caring for the things that mattered most to her. Her best friend became what her Gran lovingly called her familiar, a black cat named Jinx that followed her everywhere; her little shadow.
By Elle’s graduation she was not only bright and brilliant and top of her class, but she was an exceptionally gifted with knowledge of the natural world and all its diverse wonders.
For all her abilities, it was still very simple enchantments; for the magic that came naturally from her bloodlines had lost strength through the years, but this was soon to change.
Elle’s grandmother became very ill, but refused any sort of modern medicines. She relied on the healing elements of Mother Earth, but it was not enough. Elle tried charm after charm; different spells; anything she could find in the abundant library of magic books her grandmother had acquired; but none of it worked. Elle was heart-broken. What good was it to have magic in your fingertips when you could not use it to help one that you loved?
Elle became possessed with finding a way to gain more power, was consumed by it, and after hunting for nearly in year in spell books and parchments, found a black leather bound tome which held knowledge of the ways of black magic, and channeling power from the earth gods and goddesses through a form of trade.
Finding the necessary components and an ancient tree from which to call her; Elle called upon the spirit of the goddess Morrigan, offering the gift of her own blood in exchange for more power. The dark magic surged within Elle’s veins like a disease, but it was what had to be done to help her only family.
Still, it was not enough. Elle’s grandmother passed into the Fade, leaving the girl alone in a world she was far separated from. The young woman was forlorn; and after a time found she could no longer do the simple magics she had grown up with since childhood unless she presented her blood gift to Morrigan every few months. She felt she was utterly cursed. Using dark magic infected your soul, and stayed with you for good.
The only living relative of her Grans, Elle took ownership of the cottage; but has found she cannot stay there, less the misery swallow her whole. With the little money they had tucked away in jars and drawers, she has set out to travel the states, until she can find a place that she belongs. She must still sacrifice her blood in exchange for magic, so Elle must travel back to the ancient tree every few months, (or sooner, depending on how much magic she ‘uses up’).
- Eventually, I'd like to break this curse for her-
Something has drawn her to Mystic Falls, almost like the wind has whispered to her about it during her journey.
---- ROLE PLAY SAMPLE
It was her favorite time of the day; twilight.
The sun had just sunk into the ocean; the pastel colors of dusk casting a brilliant reflection over the rolling waves. Elle made a frame with her hands and looked through them; imaging the scene hanging in a museum. It was breath-taking.
She giggled, tugging up the hem of her soaking wet linen skirt. She had been chasing the retreating tide back to the sea; bending low to watch the tiny fish that braved the shallow waters to snack on the burrowing sand fleas that appeared as the waves fled the shore.
It was an amazing feeling; being in a place so pure and free. As she stared out across the ocean it seemed endless; a never-ending story.
Turning her attention to the left, just in the distance Elle saw the twinkling glow of the busy boardwalk. The lights flickered like happy stars, and the smell of carnival food licked at her nostrils like the sweetest kind of invitation.
The witch breathed deeply; taking in as much of the salty ocean air as she could. The taste of an on coming thunderstorm was rich like chocolate on her tongue. Elle gazed into the darkening heavens just in time to see a streak of white split the sky. How wonderful. They would be blessed with a shower soon.
Gathering up her worn Birkenstock sandals in one hand, Elle lifted up her skirt and walked across the damp sand to the boardwalk. A corndog sounded just about right.
Elle was fairly skipping towards it when a noise caught her attention. It was an odd scuffling sound coming from the dense dunes.
Her breath caught in her throat when a snarl escaped the thick brush, quickly followed by a massive black wolf with truly beautiful golden eyes.
She gasped at the amazing sight; a hand lifting to her slightly parted lips and then dropping down to the messenger bag slung across her torso.
Her nimble fingers found the smooth planes of a small vial within and anticipation sprung in her chest. She hoped it was the sleeping potion she had spelled ‘just in case’. If this wasn’t the perfect ‘case’, she didn’t know what was.
Elle took a slow, cautious step to the side, hoping the movement would spook the creature; but not such luck. It mirrored her actions with a cunning gleam in its amber eyes. The witch was struck by something in its gaze then; a certain comprehension in the wolf’s expression. It bared its sharp white teeth an almost mocking glare when the witch’s stare drifted to a pair of torn jeans from whence the beast had come.
This was no regular wolf; it was a Loup Garoux. Elle was fairly certain of this when she returned her attention to his achingly beautiful ochre eyes.
“Please be good Mr. Wolf.” The witch chided in a sing-song voice; her hand tightening around the vial in her bag. “If you want a corndog, all you have to do is ask...”
The werewolf growled and Elle’s breath hitched again. The animal took a step to her and she stumbled back; a scowl crossing her usually blithe face as she pulled the purple potion from the purse.
“Baaaaaaad Dog.” Elle waved to the creature hoping it would just go away. “Shooo!”
Oh, if this wasn’t that sleeping potion, she was in trouble. The Big Bad Wolf looked hungry, and not for a corndog.
---- THE PLAYER
Alias: Miz
RP Experience: 9 years or so?
Contact: The crack box or PM
