Elenore Wickham

[Elenore Wickham]

Name: Elenore 'Ellie' Wickham
Gender: Female
Age:

17

Job: Student
Job Description:

Physical Discription:

Ellie is pretty tall. Her hair is long and reaches down to her mid back, but that's only if she doesn't curl or crimp her hair. She likes putting colored streaks in her hair, but it's usually just dark brown. She pretty thin, and it's almost a wonder how she can hold such a heavy camera up without getting tired.

Physical Discription:

Ellie is pretty tall. Her hair is long and reaches down to her mid back, but that's only if she doesn't curl or crimp her hair. She likes putting colored streaks in her hair, but it's usually just dark brown. She pretty thin, and it's almost a wonder how she can hold such a heavy camera up without getting tired.

Personality:

Ellie is one of those people to stand out in the croud. She isn't one for relationships, and she certainly is not one for expanding to thousands of friendships. She's a small town American who spent her entire life on the computer and the very small world she created with her video camera that almost often seems permenently attached to her hand. She is one to look for something new, like an adventure, but she likes to do it alone.

Character's History:

Ellie grew up in a small town in Montana. She lived in the depths of a forest and was home schooled by a professional for the many years before Talbots. There, because she was basically alone and was an only child, she found her passion with the love of a camera and being able to film and or capture everything grand and every happy moment that the world had to share with the small lens.

Her mother was a lawyer, her buisness right within the closest town, and she wasn't home very often. She would miss a lot of things that went on in Ellie's growing up, which didn't help with El's constant need to be in the shadows and apart from everyone else. Her mother did not notice this lack of social life, nor did she really care. Her job was everything, and having a child only slowed it down.

Ellie's father passed away when she was younger. She doesn't remember him, but she does know that he was also a lawyer and that he and his wife would get into fights a lot. Her mother told her the story only once, and she remembers that, the last time her mother saw her father, her parents were fighting. Her mother had never forgotten it.

Post Sample:

--I took the Kloucie post to Shiloh, but I'm pretty sure you know how I post =P--

He spread himself against the concrete floor, the chilly fumes protruding into his skin. The icey cold feeling made him shiver, his entre body tingle, as rows of small bumps appeared on his skin. He breathed out roughly, his body completely in shakes, but he could not stop them. It was either deal with this or die, but it was times like these where he wished he did just die. Just like that. He could kill for a fireplace.

The door opened to the dungeons. A hosile voice screamed down the stairs. He jumped up, alarming himself, and reporting himself able for work. He listened to them pick and scream about things he forgot to do and what a useless mudblood he was. They threatened to leave him here for days until he learned his lesson, but, even as young as he was, he felt like if he stayed here any longer then he'd die.

He slumped back down to the wall, just to hear the staff member scream at him again. He stood back up, she beckoned him forward, and he let out a small sigh of relief, making sure she didn't hear it. Sure, he would be working, but he would not be an ice cube. He stared at her as he ascended the stairs, his rainy eyes looking at her for an answer. How did the world go so wrong?

She stared at him, giving him a job to do, but she told him that if he interacted with anyone on the way to, from, or durring his job then he would be punished, along with the student that spoke to him. He rolled his eyes as he walked away from her. His body was weak, he was weak, he was frozen, and he had eaten barely anything. He managed to pull strength to walk all the way up to the very floor of Hogwarts, though.

He set his hand upon the door, pushing it open, and when he entered he stared at the girl who was freely looking into the scopes. He knew her, but she had forgotten him, and he had no buisness talking with her anymore. He followed directions, no talking to anyone. He went about his buisness, scrubbing the cement on the floor where children had placed graffitti for no reason at all. From the corner of his eye he watched her, wondering what it was she was thinking about and if she would reguard him as a simple 'mudblood.'

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