SMITH, ellie lauren

[ELLIE LAUREN SMITH]

ELLIE LAUREN SMITH !



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FULL NAME; elizabeth lauren smith
NICKNAMES; ellie
AGE; 17
GENDER; female
JOB; naah
SEXUALITY; hetero
MEMBER GROUP; hybrid
POSITION; leader
POWERS; nature clairvoyent (more comfortable in the wild, can't talk to animals, but has good animal skills, people have an unnatural attraction to her, especially nymphs and elves)
FACE CLAIM; charla vail effron

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LIKES;
- rainy days
- foresty areas
- ocean
- photography
- coffee
- s'mores
- dominance
- cats
- wolves
- horses
- dangly jewelry
- sunburns
- late nights
- late mornings
- running
- singing (other people...)
- dead flowers
- fires

DISLIKES; - cigarettes
- snobs
- loud noises
- screaming
- inadequate words
- lovers
- people (in general)
- being cornered
- country music
- going to bed early
- early mornings
- abuse (or any sort)
- mexican food

POSITIVE TRAITS;
- quiet
- gentle
- confident
- outspoken (when speaking)
- thoughtful
- charismatic
- clever
- dedicated

NEGATIVE TRAITS; - decisive
- manipulative
- easily angered
- not too sociable
- difficulty communicating
- gossip

GOALS;
- to figure it all out
- to understand what love is
- figure out why she doesn't have the aforementioned

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HOMETOWN; Las Vegas
PARENTS; Mother, Cathrine(ageless)[deceased]; Father, Mike(55yrs)
SIBLINGS; none
OTHER FAMILY; nope.
HISTORY; It was never very good PR for an angel to bed with anything but. But that's what Dell's mom did. Delaney's father was a writer, and he lived basically as a recluse in the forest, locked up in this desolate peice of patch work firs. He didn't understand at the time what his gift was; it wasn't a flashy gift, like some other gifted humans'. It worked in mysterious ways, the way his pen hit the paper, the way a blue jay would sit in a window and watch him work, or the way a deer would feel perfectly at home in his study. Granted, he saw the suspicion.

Especially the day the lady in white came to his door.

She must've been a fallen angel by now; Catherine was tired of all the strain of being an angel. Her purity was fading fast from years and years of living in watching. She had fine greek features that she passed on to Dell, large doe eyes, full lips and delicate cheeks. Some say she'd been alive long enough to let you know if there really was such a thing as greek gods and goddesses.

Her father always wondered why the lady in white stayed with him, and gave him a daughter. He found out quickly why. It was her last resort. A few years after Delaney was born (she was around five or six) Catherine died.

The girl had led a pretty charmed life up until that point. Her parents had doted on her incessantly, and she had never even stopped to wonder why. She was perfect, nearly; she would have had to have been a full-fledged angel to be any better than she was.

But when her mother died, things changed. She watched as she floated down the river, the angel's last wish, dark rivulets of hair cascading through the small currents. It was sunny that day. Delaney grew to hate the sun quickly after.

Her father moved them into the city, from the rocky forests of southern Utah to the bustling suburbs of Las Vegas. Dell couldn't handle it. Her father locked himself in a small room and wrote hundreds of beginings, but never an ending. And if he ever pulled and ending out, it was chopped, gruesome and dower. Delaney grew to ignore him in the years that went past.

She made friends with stray animals easily, and they followed her around. People would have labeled her as a freak for her lack of social skills if it wasn't for the fact that they were so attracted to her, like bugs to a lantern. But Dell really wasn't ever one for people, it was much easier for her to escape back out to Utah for a while, and sit in the trees were her mother braided her hair.

But all things change.
Lack of attention made her wary.

HEY AS FAR AS THAT HISTORY WENT I COPIED AND PASTED FROM DELL ON LTFB, AND THEN CHANGED HER NAME AND WAS LAZY. SO.

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ALIAS; seren.
GENDER; chick.
TIME ZONE; est.
CONTACT; aim = imgabesaportax
EXPERIENCE; almost three years
RPING SAMPLE;

No one could have fathomed the huge irritation that Annie had with herself when she head him just say "Sure". No one could have imagined the level of the conflict that was bubbling in her brain. She was in a huge battle with herself at that moment, and scrubbed at that one spot on this dish a little harder, because she suddenly had this huge urge to just kiss him, and she was pretty sure if she acknowledged it or turned to look at him she would just be overwhelmed by this desire. She bit her lip like that would keep it all in, she shifted her weight like he could tell that she was kind of going crazy on the inside. And she was just struck stiff at how suddenly it had appeared and how strong it was. It left her flailing mentally, in a very un-Annie like way. Because this was something that was so unlike her. Usually she was grounded, even, sarcastic, bitter. She wasn't sure how to react to this new feeling, and it left her lost and confused, and reeling, because there was no experience to back this up. And it made her a little angrier knowing that this kind of thing had been lurking all along, like cancer in remission, and now it was reeling it's ugly head. She didn't know how to react to it, she just... didn't know. So she just concentrated more on what she was doing in an attempt to thwart such a thing because she wasn't even sure that she could admit something as treacherous to her nature as love.

She put things in the dish washer, keeping on keen ear on Denver and another on her heart because this was not her territory, and she knew that she had to tread carefully, and honestly it scared her to hell and back. "Yeah, sure." she mumbled in acceptance to whatever joke he was trying on her, but she was still kind of lost. Only half of her really minded it, the other half was kind of smirking because they knew this was gonna happen all along, that she'd fallen too hard, too fast for him. Although, it really wasn't fast at all, but for someone as sluggish and slow moving, emotionally, as Annie, it was just going way too fast. He came over to the sink next to her, rolling up on the balls of her feet and again she was hit with just a huge wave of how much she loved him. But was she in love with him? What the fuck! Why was she even asking herself that question? She couldn't be because that messed up the order of things, and Annabelle very much liked her current state of affairs. But after she finally caught her breath and he moved away (thank god, she thought her fingers were going to shake; and again she was struck with the stupidity of Annie Windosr being stuck on some guy) she started to wonder if that was really true. She doubted it.

She followed him idly into the next room, but while he jumped on her bed just throwing things everywhere she stopped for a second to brush her hair because it was just bothering her a bit. Small things like that, and being inside and ectera could just get to her more than post people could really believe. When it came to Annie's little quirks you just kind of had to take them in stride because that was the only way not to get caught up in her weird ways. Most shifters pulled off being human pretty well, but if someone were to take the time to study Annie she would be revealed shortly because she was just too anamalistic. She didn't really fit in anywhere, she was a reject among people, a freak among people her own age, a slacker and hermit in the medical world, an oddity among shifters and a sore thumb in her own shifter class; what kind of canine would rather be alone than have a pack mentality? What kind of wolf would spend their time with a vulture? That was the thing; people tended to forget that Annie was mainly a kalak among all things which was more or less a glorified fox with a worse reputation. It was, in short, the vulture of the dog world. It even ate dead things and looked like the reaper himself. And so she fit no where. But here, she fit here. She fit perfectly fine with Denver, and maybe that was why she was feeling so weird about him. Because if he was the only person that she could enjoy, she might as well get all she could instead of just be his friend because then they would both be stuck on that friend field seeing as both wanted more but were unsure how to get it. That would change, she decided. When she turned and say him lounged across her bed (a-fucking-dorably, she might shamefully add) she knew that such a thing had to change. She wasn't quite sure why but her life suddenly felt very fast and out of her hands, like she was going to die at the end of the year and this was one of the things that she had to fix, and soon. And so she would.

She walked over and picked up a pillow that had fallen to the floor in his wake and acted innocent about getting it, like she was just being a good citizen to her bed, or something like that, and then turned and smacked him across the head. Fairly hard. "Pshh, that's what you get for messing up my bed, hoe." She plopped the pillow down and then hopped on the bed, not-so-gracefully rolling across him so she was laying on his other side, kind of smashed up against him. She laughed a little at the idiocy of it, but completely enjoyed it, even if it produced some not-so-attractive sounds. She just liked being so close to him. She laid staring up at the ceiling. "Besides, you sound sort of idiotic." she murmured. And turned her head to kind of study him, even if he wasn't focusing on her. Just memorizing that particular side of his face, like she was setting some goal at that point to somehow get to build an entire map of it in her head, slowly, piece by piece. See him smiling from every angle, laughing, and maybe even crying, just watching in that silent, discerning why she had about her. It made the atmosphere change kind of and made her hyper aware of the feelings she had about him again, and it busted her rips up like all her organs were swelling so big, and, honestly, she would be okay dying at that moment. She had two parts that were stuck in one body, the Annie that she was and the Annie that he made her. The Annie she was wasn't too sure of what was even happening right now. Denny's version just kept repeating this silly mantra to herself, Please kiss me. kissmekissmekissme.

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