E L L i E LOUiSE [Finished at last!]

[Ellie Louise]

“^{what is your name?}
ELLIE TYLER
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“^{who are you, really?}

YOUR NAME -- Elan.
OTHER CHARACTERS -- None!
CONTACT INFO -- [e-mail]

“^{tell me about yourself.}

[/sup][/center] FULL NAME -- Ellie Louise Tyler.
NICKNAMES -- N/A
AGE AND BIRTHDATE -- 22. 1st May.
GENDER -- Female.
AFFILIATION -- Bad to the bone.
ABILITY -- Manipulation of water.
ABILITY LIMITS -- Currently only able to manipulate small volumes of water.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION -- Bisexual.
NATIONALITY -- British.
RELIGION -- None.
BIRTHPLACE -- Windsor.
HOMETOWN -- London.
CURRENT RESIDENCE -- All over America.

“^{what do you look like?}

[/sup][/center] HAIR -- Dark.
EYES -- Ocean blue.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT -- Tall/Average.
BODY TYPE -- Slim, well endowed.
OVERALL HEALTH -- Fit as a fiddle.
OTHER NOTABLE TRAITS -- Many, many burn scars on fingertips, leaving fingerprints almost non existent.

PLAY BY -- Michelle Ryan

“^{how do you perceive yourself?}

[/sup][/center] LIKES -- Water. Oh how I love water. Swimming and diving. I'm an artist, so naturally I love to draw. Nature. The sound of nature is music to my ears. Lastly, I love to sleep, it's my favourite pastime. Oh and I suppose I also like cookies and ice cream.
DISLIKES -- 'The good guys'. They think they're so righteous, trying to fix the world and save it's people. You can't save them all you know. I hate fire too. A bit obvious really, but is the opposite to water after all. Plus I generally don't like being too hot. Lastly, I HATE those thugs who killed Charlie. No power on Earth can save them if I ever find them
WORST FEAR -- The only thing to fear, is fear itself. That and spiders.
BIGGEST SECRET OR REGRET -- When I was little, my parents bought me two rats for Christmas. One day, Spindle, the white one, bit my hand. I was so upset and angry at the rat, that I somehow managed to drown it. I think this was the first time my powers manifested themselves. Poor little Spindle.
GREATEST AMBITION -- I don't have a greatest ambition. To have an ambition opens the possibility to leaving that ambition un-fulfilled. For I know I just live for the moment.
DEFINING QUALITY -- People say I'm able to find humour in any situation. Does that count as a quality or just uncaring?
IDIOSYNCRASIES -- I generally don't say a lot. People find it uncomfortable to talk to someone who isn't really saying much. It's funny. I also ignore people a lot.

PERSONALITY --

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“^{what about your life?}

[/sup][/center] FAMILY

[/color][/b] -- Clara.
FATHER -- Sebastiene.
SIBLINGS -- Older brother Douglas.
OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES -- Cousin Charlie. He was the one who bought me to America. Died protecting me from a mugger my first night here. God bless his brave little heart.
[/ul]BIOGRAPHY -- Born into the heart of Britain, the very same county as the Queen herself resides; Windsor. Lived a sheltered life. Rich parents, snobby relatives, expensive schools. Always felt different. Knew I wasn't the same. The incident with the rats was what started it all. I was only 7 at the time. By the time I reached secondary school I had mild control of my ability. Often used it to make boys think they'd wet themselves. Boy was I childish. It wasn't until I was 15 that my parents began to hate me. I was always in trouble at school. Daddy said it bought a real shame to the family name. But what did they know. I was different. Only cousin Charlie understood. He was like me. Well, not entirely. He could do different things. He could play with fire without being burned. He was only one year older than me. I remember one day, we were playing at a park. I dared him to stand at the end of the slide and try not to get hit as I slid down it. He was such a big girls blouse, didn't want to do it. Said it was dangerous. But I made him do it. So I slid down, and stopped before I hit him, just to scare him. The funny thing was, it was me that ended up more afraid that day. I scared him, he super heated the metal slide, and I burned all my fingertips. We never told anyone what happened that day. But I look back at it and laugh. Good times. It was Charlie that bought me to America. I was 17, I had dropped out of school - to my parents disgrace - and I went with Charlie as he moved to New York. The night we got there, I'll never forget. We had gone out to eat, seeing as there was no food in the apartment. It was very late when we came back, and we were stopped by some thugs. They wanted our wallets. Charlie tried to protect me, because the big guys had guns. He handed over his wallet, the thugs took it, shot him and ran. The same night Charlie died in hospital. I sent his stuff back to his family, kept mine and continued living in that empty apartment. I still own the place to this day, but it brings back too many bad memory's, so I stay away from it. I live alone.

SAMPLE RP

Once more the sun rises. Once more people begin to go about their daily life.Once more Ellie wakes, stiff muscled and yawning. Last night she had walked so far from her apartment, it was easier to just sleep on a bark bench. Not the most comfortable place to spend the night, but better than having to walk all the way back across the city to get home. Of course there was always taxi's, but they were overpriced and Ellie was on a budget. Being employed was great, but it had monetary limits. Maybe it was time to sell of a few paintings. This had kept Ellie afloat for a good year or so now, but it was hard work selling paintings of a dark nature. Most of the canvases cluttering Ellie's apartment depicted death or torture. They were all very black and red, all very thick and heavy. Ellie sighed.

Life was...boring. Ellie hadn't had any fun in a long time. She really needed something to do, and for that, she needed to get back to the heart of the city. At the moment she was in some park or other, she didn't really know which one, since the city had many. Not that it really mattered anyway. As she left the park through it's ornate gates she could already see people being busy in the streets. The smell of fresh food wafted though the air and caught in Ellie's nose. Her belly growled and she decided that it would be a good idea to get some breakfast. She walked for a little while and soon came across a hotdog stand. Not a healthy breakfast, but a tasty one. With food in hand, Ellie checked the street signs to make sure she was headed the right way. This place was huge and it was pretty easy to get lost. Getting lost is a bad idea.

Once Ellie had gathered her bearings she took a shortcut down an alley. The alley was deserted, which was surprising. Usually they were full of bums and stray dogs and cats. As Ellie turned into a second alley connected to the first, she walked right into someone. She took a step back "Hey watch where you're going!" She shouted. The figure grunted and Ellie looked up. He was a biggun. Oh boy. The guy grunted again, and Ellie could see he was not pleased. He reached out a hand to grab Ellie's arm, but she swiftly stepped out the way. "Just get out of my way, jerk." She said, scowling. It was way to early for this sort of thing.

Instead of moving, the guy advanced on Ellie, his thick fingers closed tight on a knife which he slowly raised. Ellie rolled her eyes "Moron" she muttered. Obviously there was only one way to deal with this guy. Stuffing the last piece of her hotdog into her mouth she flexed her fingers. "Alrigh big guy, you affed for it" she said with her mouth full. The thug froze, as Ellie began to work her powers. First his eyes dried out. He blinked and blinked, but no moisture would come. Then Ellie started to work harder. The thug appeared to sweat furiously. This wasn't sweat. It was all the water, leaving his body the easiest way it could. The thug dropped to his knees as he started to dry out. Just like a prune. He groaned and collapsed to the floor, unable to move any longer. Ellie stopped. She kicked him hard on the head. She could see he was still breathing. Oh well. Before she left, Ellie rummaged quickly through the fallen thugs pockets and pulled out several wallets. "Lucky me." Ellie smiled, walking past the thug and out of sight.

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