Williams, ellyse marie

[ELLYSE MARIE WILLIAMS]

ellysemariewilliams

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testing, testing, one two three. alright, here we go.
i'm Elly but i guess you might've already
known that little bit. or maybe not, who knows. i've been
roleplaying for about 2.75 years. more or less.
so yeah, i'm pretty human. i also own no one.
you can reach me through pm/chat so yeah. have a good day!

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tonight we lie awake, remember how the coffee made us shake

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( T H E B A S I C S )

( F U L L N A M E )[/color] Ellyse Marie Williams
( N I C K N A M E )[/color] Elly
( A G E )[/color] Eighteen
( B I R T H D A Y )[/color] Twenty-second of April
( G R A D E )[/color] Senior
( S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N )[/color] Heterosexual
( J O B )[/color] As if she needs one
( S U B J E C T)[/color] Yeah, no

i've got your picture, i'm coming with you, dear maria count me in

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( A P P E A R A N C E )

( H A I R )[/color] Red, wavy/curly
( E Y E CO L O R )[/color] Cool green
( H E I G H T )[/color] 5'5
( W E I G H T )[/b][/color] 110
( T A T T O O S )[/color] A gryffin right above the left bum cheek
( P I E R C I N G S )[/color] Just the ears
( C L O T H I N G S T Y L E )[/color] Nothing but designer
( F A C E C L A I M )[/color] Holland Roden

manage me, i'm a mess, turn a page, i'm a book half unread

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( P E R S O N A L I T Y )

( L I K E S )[/color] Writing, reading, anything French, complicated problems, tests (not the paper ones), boys, hot boys, clothes, music, school, competitions, dogs, cats, and apples.
( D I S L I K E S )[/b][/color] Idiots, jack arses, bad literature, wrong forms of there, spiders, underground, crying, bananas, peaches, and basketball.
( S T R E N G T H S )[/color] Reading, writing, French, brains, cunning, confidence, and beauty.
( W E A K N E S S E S )[/b][/color] Coldness, stubbornness, impatience, underground, and dislike.
( H O B B I E S / H A B I T S )[/color] Humming while writing, tapping her foot and crossing arms when impatient, and winding French words into her speech while talking.
( F E A R S )[/color] Spiders and being underground.
( S E C R E T S )[/color] Had sex at the age of fourteen and she is an atheist.
( O V E R A L L )[/color]
To the outside world she's cold, hard, sex, and courageous. Courageous, you may wonder why. The answer? Her hair, it's red. Redheads are courageous people, so that's why. Good thing she actually is. They know she's smart, but just not how much. Those on the outside are just that, the outsiders, they know nothing of the real her. To then she's just perviously mentioned as well as snobby and rich.

To the people she actually cares about she's nice and friendly. She may not be all cuddly, but she's fun and enjoyable. She has money to spare and will use it to buy alcohol and such. Is she necessarily mean? Not really, though she can put people down without realizing it.

Would Elly be labeled as forgiving? Not particularly. Forgive and forget isn't really her type. Will she get revenge? No more than necessary. While she may possibly never forgive you, she is fair. If you take another go at her then she'll use those brains of hers to make sure you'll never do anything like that again.

Writing has taken over her life. She wants nothing else then to be an author. She wants to be like those people who write books that brings tears to your eyes because of how good it was. You know those movies that reduce you to tears in the end because it's over? The ones based off of the best of books? That's what she wants.

Another part of her is speaking French. While she may not have an drop of French blood in her, she does love the language and everything else about. She is fluent in the language and actually helps students with it. Odd, I know, but she actually enjoys it.

leaning now into the breeze, remembering sunday he falls to his knees.

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( H I S T O R Y )

( M O M )[/color] Anjelica. 38. Actress.
( D A D )[/b][/color] Robert. 40. Actor.
( S I S T E R S )[/b][/color] Jess. 2. Mother's little angel.
( B R O T H E R S )[/b][/color] N/A
( O T H E R )[/b][/color] Randy. 43. Uncle. Musician.
( P E T S )[/b][/color] Iris. Cat. Calico. 6.
Reba. Dog. Vizsla. 3.
Ike. Dog. Jack Russel. 8.
( O V E R A L L )[/b][/color]
One: Cheers! It's a baby girl! Damn, that hair was red and damn, those eyes were huge. Yep, your average redheaded newborn. Ellyse was born at exactly 3:00pm and was 15 inches while weighing in at 8 pounds to the ounce. So began her first her of life. Not to mention she was in a movie with her mother.
Two: Ah, the terrible twos! Apparently she had tried to ride the dog...multiple times. Her mother swore she could see stains from cereal being thrown on the wall as well as various other edibles and drinkables. That was...nice. At least she wasn't like some who smeared poop on walls.
Three: So this is when she started speaking in ill formed sentences, yet sentences they were. She was progressing faster than normal children, she was going to be a smart one. Oh, would you look at that, another movie.
Four: Cooperative? Hell no. It was daycare for little old Elly now. How fun, she hated it. Naps. No. Sharing. No. The other kids... Don't even get her started. This just so happened to be the year she started reading.
Five: Elly's first trip to the zoo, how utterly boring. Just kidding! She lived it, a bit too much if you ask me. She was everywhere at once, one animal after another. As you can guess, she learned a lot that day. Her sentences also have improved by a lot as had her reading. First year of school as well.
Six: Uncle Randy came over from America, he's a semi famous musician over there. Oh how she loved him! Whenever he comes or they visit he gives her presents! Awesome, right? They may not always be big and expensive, but each and every one of them are amazing. America doesn't seem too bad with him there.
Seven: Chloe, the lab, died. Elly cried for hours. Chloe was her special friend, the one who put up with Elly riding her, her protector, her shoulder to cry on, everything. Even Randy's visit could cheer her up.
Eight: She had been reading books that should have been a bit too advanced for her age. She understood them just fine. Even though she missed her best friend, she was still progressing mentally. She also discovered Harry Potter this year, her room is now equivalent to a Gryffindir dormitory. Wonderful.
Nine: Uncle Randy wrote a song for her, it was funny, though she didn't understand all the words. He said something about making it with Stephen Lynch, whoever that was. For some reason her mother was furious when they heard her singing it.
Ten: Ike. This was her new dog. He was a jack russel and very hyper. He barked at everything and never seemed to settle down except at night. He was mostly white except for brown ears, a brown spot on his side, and a brown heart on his butt. Hehehe..
Eleven: The Harry Potter movies were now the books. She also discovered this thing called fanfiction. Guess who wrote their first short story? Elly here, obviously. Did it fail? Surprisingly, no. She was smarter than the normal student, it was a bit uncanny. What's this? French? She had to learn it!
Tweleve: Uncle Randy did something amazing, he got her a kitten! It was small and fluffy. Her fur was mostly white with a few spots. Her left ear was black with brown surrounding the bottom, the other ear was the same except it was white, not black. Her back was bare (of spots, not fur) except for a large black spot near the base of her tail. Her tail had a black spot near the base then another above that with some brown too. One eye was a bright blue and the other changed from yellow to green. She was named Iris. It was almost Hedwig.
Thirteen: Is God real? I mean, science seemed much more factual. There was actual proof and theories to how the earth formed and evolution. There wasn't a word about dinosaurs in the Bible, yet there were fossils that clearly said there were. She didn't share this with anyone..
Fourteen: She did something that she wasn't entirely proud of. She had sex. With a sixteen year old. Sick, I know. She never mentioned it to anyone and never will. Elly also switched her religious views, without anyone knowing, she became an atheist. (I would just like to point out that I, myself am not atheist. I do believe in God.)
Fifteen: This is Reba! (This is Sparta! Haha get it? Yeah, I don't think it's that funny either) Another dog, yes. Reba is a russet colored beauty with big, brown eyes. Honestly, that dog was beautiful. She was that russet all over with a small white dash on her chest. Elly also learned basically the entire French language and could speak quite fluently in it.
Sixteen: Eh, just like every other year, got smarter, blah blah blah, nothing new.
Seventeen: She got a car! A yellow Porsche in case you were wondering. Pretty nice,huh? Well, she was estatic!
Eighteen/Now: Need I explain? Well, she's been writing more and had a beer for the first time on her birthday, shagged a guy, blah blah blah. She's now eighteen and writing more, living life, and trying to deal with all the Americans. Have fun with the rest of your story, dear Elly.


( T H E W O R D )[/b][/color] ADMIN EDIT
( S A M P L E P O S T )[/b][/color]

"Twas the night before Christmas when all through the store, poor Fabian was working, all tired and sore. The stockings he hung from the counter with care care in hopes to give costumers a very good scare. He wished he was nestled, all snug in bed while visions of naked women danced through his head. The wife in her kerchief and his boss in his bag had just just settled down for a long winter's shag. Then down isle three there rose such a clatter, Fabian rushed off the stool to see what was the matter. Away to the trouble, he flew like a flash, pushing things over as if looking for cash. On the carpet there rose such a fire, he knew in a minute the situation was dire. When, to what his wondering eyes should appear, but a minutere fire and fireworks, oh dear."

Fabian finished his oh so wonderful poetry for two reasons. One, the fire was spreading, and two, he couldn't remember how the rest of it went. He took out his wand and hissed out the incantation for water. The flames were quenched, thank Merlin, but the fireworks were still hissing and spitting out sparks, so much for 'no heat'. Fabian shook his red mop he called hair in confusion then uttered the spell to end the fireworks. They only dimmed. Cautiously, he put his palm near one. It was as warm, or cool, as the air around him. He said the spell again, this toke they sputtered out then died. Now that was meat was, oh Merlin.

"Well, why don't I just gift wrap the store and put the bow right here. 'Merry Christmas, boss' he'll just love that. If only Old Zonko was still here, what a laugh he'd have. Oh, bloody hell!" Fabian shouted the last part. It was 20 minutes to Christmas and he was sick here. 20 minutes until opening and he had to clean up this mess. The store was doing a last minute Christmas sale thing, everything fifty percent off from midnight to six in the morning, Christmas Day. Fabian took a deep breath, he needed to calm down and fix this. A large portion on the lower shelves were burned and an even larger dripping with water. Thankfully the only supplies there were the malfunctioned fireworks, all the others had been sold.

The red head sighed, at least he didn't have to try and repair firewor- wait, he'd have to go over the fireworks in the back before he left and tell his boss. Great. Gideon probably had some busty bird back at the flat, that put him in an even better mood. He had gone five months without a bird. FIVE. Well, no Christmas cheer for him. He pointed his wand at the blackened wood and said, "Scourgify!" The ash and soot immediately dissapered leaving behindthe still black wood. He had always been rubish at cleaning spells. Normally he'd just use a glammo- that's it! He'd use a glammor. And so he did.

With all of this Fabian hadn't realized that it was twelve o' clock now and the charmed 'OPEN, 50% OFF LAST MINUTE SALE' sign had turned on. Well, that is, at least not until a shrill bell rang as the door opened. He whipped around, charred boxed of fireworks now in his arms. "Just a minute!" He called over his should as he entered the back room. Fabian dumped the boxes on the counter and came out again. The stockings were still on the counter. "Great." Well, there's always New Year's Day to look forward to.

you were fake, i was great--nothing personal

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( C R E D I T S )

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