Post by elora on Jul 20, 2006 17:24:59 GMT -8
Basic Information
[/u][/center]Name: Elora Jameson
Age: 15.
Height: 5'10
Weight: 120lbs'
Blood Type: AB
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Cut-emerald Green
Hair: Brunette
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Cooking, poetry, collecting old antiques and other valubles,
Talents: Manipulation, good looks tend to get you what you want easier then most other things,
Favorite things: Green(the color), piano, boys.(though she hasn't built too strong an interest in them since the only boy she knows is a complete idiot, Justin)
Mental Information
Personality:
Her sense of humor isn't like other girls', and she doesn't get scared too easily. Horror movies are a thrill to Elora, and blood is something she doesn't mind seeing most the times. Elora doesn't wear that bright, cheery make-up, that her older sister liked to wear. Her choice of looks is a "dark" selection, a bit gothic probably. She tends to keep to herself most the time, when someone is trying to start a conversation with her, unless she's in the mood, she'll ignore them. When attracted to someone, Elora will tell them that she is, straight-forward and won't take the time to go through a bunch of romantic garbage that she doesn't have time for. Besides, if someone really has feelings for another person, wouldn't it just be best to tell them right then and there instead of dinner invitations and stupid social parties before that all? How do you call that a relationship if your too much of a coward to admit your love? Elora likes to judge other people of how they act, not how they look, not how they sound. How they speak, how they feel inside, about other people and about themselves. It doesn't really take too long to get a person to open up about themselves to Elora, she tends to start a rather interesting conversation most of the time. Fighting is a sport that Elora tends to despise, but if someone really wants it, she'll straight-up give it to them in a dirty way. She has a rather awkward idea of fun, a very ... dirty one.
Mentality: Strong-willed, and a hard determined worker.
Ideal: "To live life while it lasts, and enjoy every single bit of it."
Belief: Elora isn't religious, she simply knows what happens happens. Destiny, the only thing Elora believes in.
Physical Information
Build: Build? Although Elora left to live in CA. at eleven-years-old with a friend of her parents without accepting more then ten thousand dollars, that doesn't mean she's not still a rich-girl. And obviously rich girls' don't work out, why would they have any build? And why would they need any?
Head: Short brown hair, cut a little bit below her chin though Elora likes to brush her hair behind her ears so when she is wearing them her long emerald, gold-hair earrings can be exposed.
Torso: Chest, average. Abdomen-area, weak. To be hit in the stomach is like being hit by a stone on your head, as Elora likes to say, the pain is untolerable. She has a slight hint of abs' because she did like doing exercises for pasttimes during her life in Briton but no longer does she work out. Laziness is the whole idea of teen-hood, anyhow.
Arms: Long, curved, and smooth. Elora's skin is as fair as her heart is dark, soft and smooth. Elora likes to take care of her body, her arms especially, though she doesn't really expose them too much for she likes to wear jackets. Indeed...but they are slightly muscular, you would just be an idiot to call them anything else but elegant.
Legs: Long, thick, smooth. She's got some skin on her, alas! On her legs. Yes, Elora likes to wear thin dark pants that curve at the tip of her toes in an angle, and she hardly shows off her wonderful legs. She never wears skirts except to certain occasions or when she feels in the mood to and she has a cerain rivalry against shorts unless of course she is working out. To be bundled up thickly on the legs is something Elora doesn't realize she does, but still does it anyways.
Feet: Just like any other rich girl's. Penicures, polished nails, good angles on both feet. What more can you say about Elora's feet besides their rather dashing and could be used in a shoe-commerical one of these years? The answer is nothing. Polished, sharpened nails which frequently experience penicures. Her feet are soft, but still quite firm.
Apparel Information
(Dress = Shirt, higher then thigh-length, stops at waist. No fish-net stockings, replacement: pants, green, polyester. No cape. Boots lower then knee-length by three inches. No robe-garment, blue jeans. ^_^)
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Street Fighting. Elora was quite the naughty one who tended to watch fights in those shady back-alleys, and she learned every single move she saw. Quickly.
Years Practiced: Four.
Description of style:
When in the startings of a fight, Elora tends to look out for herself no matter what the situation is. She uses her fists and is always determined to hit pretty hard, even if the fight is between her and a friend, either way she's always focused on winning. Elora isn't egotistical and nor is she a sore-loser, but in a fight you must win and that is what you should concentrate on all throughout it. Defeat is something unaffordable, victory is something all can use to their advantage. Something Elora can find use for, anytime, all the time. Though Elora doesn't mindlessly draw herself into pointless fights, sharing some skin never hurts and in mind to her isn't such a bad idea sometimes. She likes to observe her opponent and follow them in their choice of movement, too slow to copy their moves, too smart to as well. To copy one's move is to counter your own. Elora tends to stop her opponents while they are in the middle of an attack, a situation which makes them totally vulnerable. It's none the less better this way, if someone punching at her, let's say towards her face, she could reach out and slap them in the chest or neck and retreat for another counter-attack. Exposure in a fight, tsk. Rather a bad thing.
History Information
History:
Elora was born into a rather "wealthy family", one sibling which was her older sister, Ashlee. Though she didn't stick around for long. Elora's famiy of four lived in a large house on a rather lovely ten acre property, their mansion was white and gold and they had three cars in the front driveway. A Bentley, a Rolls Royce, and a Porsche. Elora lived on the third floor of the nice house, or mostly the third floor is where she liked to dwell herself with her interests and fun and games, there was a kitchen, a bathroom, and a home theater upstairs aside from Elora's bedroom so she really did have no needs to go downstairs unless she was leaving the house for school. Elora was teased at her Elementary school and none of the other children talked to her because they thought she was a "rich whiny" who was too stupid to get good grades.
Elora wanted to prove them all wrong, since then again none of them even saw her grades, but shortly after she realized they didn't care about her grades. It was a matter of jealousy on why they made the comments, it hurt Elora's feelings on how cruel even little children can be towards each other but she would have to try and deal with it. Well, one day, The Jameson parents' were going out to take with some old friends over golf and dinner and left Elora and Ashlee at home by themselves with the maid, "Nadia", which was a rather sweet lady who did Elora many favors. Well, the third floor was the two lovely young ladies' usual hang-out and playroom and they were running around all over in and out of the rooms while Nadia was cleaning the bathrooms on the floor below them. Elora and Ashlee were playing toy soldiers, using their barbie dolls as guns, and then Ashlee wanted to switch ...
"Here, Elora. Give me Stacey." She said, sweetly with her hand extended as if she were commanding Elora to oblige at once.
Elora didn't budge, and she kept the toy close in her arms, "No. I had Stacey first, so I should keep her." She said to her older sister who snorted at her little talk-back. "Oh come on, don't even act like your all big! How can you talk like that to your older sister? Give it here!" "No! I won't give it, Ashlee. Go to hell!" Elora shouted out, grasped the doll tightly in her two arms and ran into her bedroom, locking the door. Ashlee followed after her but hadn't gotten into the room, there were a few knocks on the door for a short period of time until Ashlee finally gave up knocking and just went on shouting. "I'll get Stacey, Elora! As soon as Mum and Dad get home! No sense keeping her, you rich whiny!" "Don't call me that!" Elora argued but soon Ashlee had moved away from the door and all was quiet again. Elora remembered her rude language back in the hallway, she didn't know why she didn't want to give Ashlee the doll, it was hers' anyways, she just liked it though. "I know, Stacey, let's play a game of dominoes shall we? Yes? Indeed!" She took the blonde-haired barbie doll and walked over to her large queen-sized bed, throwing the comforters trims onto the mattress, she bent over and slid a box from underneath her bed. Inside were rows of black and white dominoes, Elora grinned wickedly at her large collection.
"Let's round them up, shall we?"
She spoke to the doll and then set her on the bed while she set up the dominoes in a line on the carpetted floor, "Curse Ashlee...my gosh! She wanted you, Stacey! Let's play 'Curse Ashlee', the last domino that falls means we win. Ashlee is the dominoes." Elora, though she was talking to a puny material toy, was quite serious about the game she wanted to play. Starting it off, she sent a light tap onto the first domino which started the whole line of dominoes to start following over on each other one by one. The process was very quick in the beginning, but it began to grow slower as the dominoes fell, near the last one Elora almost had complete faith it wasn't going to fall and so the game would be over. 'Ashlee' wouldn't be harmed, but then a miracle executed. The last domino fell. Shock raised in Elora's eyes, as she had also heard a smack outside her room. Grabbing her barbie doll, she unlocked her door and ran out to look around, coming to the staircase she saw Ashlee's body at the near-end of it and Nadia bending over her. "Ohmigosh! Is she dead?" Elora asked in concern, her British accent not dimming. Nadia looked up to her with tears in her eyes and nodded. Elora sat down on the top of the staircase ... "What have I done?"
Her parents came back, Ashlee was buried in the residential graveyard and there was a small ceremony mourning over her death, Elora sat on the stairs all through out it all though. Crying. Yes, she wasn't superstitious but she had believed she had caused Ashlee to die by cursing her. And it wasn't a good thing anyway, Domino. The last Domino had been the last moment of Ashlee's life, she must've tripped on the golden rugged staircase and snapped her neck. Either way she was dead, and a part of Elora's soul was too. "Stacey...burn ... Stacey ... " Elora spoke hysterically to the doll which she threw in the fireplace, from that day forward never showing a likings indolls again. From Briton to America, California specifically. Not alone though, Elora had travelled with her "new" watcher replacement for her parents since they wanted to stay in Briton when she was Eleven-years-old. His name was Justin, he was roughly older then Elora as well by six-years making him twenty-one years old currently but seventeen years old back when him and Elora moved to CA. He had no purpose in Briton, and was going to just lay back in CA since his parents loaded him with money. The only thing that would be bothering him on his little vacation would be Elora herself, the only thing he had to take care of. It was a small ground level apartment flat they rented, and though Justin had enough money to pay the rent himself he still asked Elora to contribute some too.
Ahh....quite the time for high-school now, she still couldn't bare it that she was a killer. She indeed was the "Domino" that took her sister away, yes. Better live with it though, life goes on. Elora didn't only stay in CA, she lived there, watching the fights in the dark backways behind houses and buildings, she saw the violence that the world was corrupt with. Maybe not the full picture, but a small figure of painting swept before Elora's eyes. And she wrapped it around her finger, observing and learning exactly that. How to fight.
Living Status Information
[/u][/center]Type of resident: Ground Level Apartment.
Roommates: Justin (Friend of the Family)
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0 [/color]
