cinnamon spice and frustratingly nice
where the world would cut her down
stubborn as heaven
stubborn as hell
stubborn as death and the sea
oceans;
that's what this girl is made of
Full Name: Eleora de Crosimare
Nicknames: Ellie
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Rank/Title: Lady in Waiting
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Kingdom/Alliance: Seabel
Description: Ellie has a face that you just can't help but love. She looks so genuinely sweet, it's almost heartbreaking. When she smiles, her whole face lights up and she'll look down sometimes to hide it. She's terribly pale, her cheeks are spattered with light freckles and her arms are dotted with them as well. Whenever she blushes, it travels all the way down and disappears into her dress. Ellie looks like she would sweep the whole world up into her arms if she could, protect everyone in it. And in general, she is wonderfully protective. More on that later, though.
Ellie's hair is a golden red color, and it goes to around her mid-back. She often leaves it down, or will braid it around her head. It's still recovering from when she was a few years younger and a lot more impulsive, and chopped most of it off. She didn't quite regret it, because her hair was often a giant red cloud that floated around her head whenever she moved. It's grown back in a darker, more sensible color, rather than the carrot orange that she spent her childhood with. It used to be somewhere around her waist, but the weight would give her terrible headaches, and so there it all went. She would have cut it shorter, but social decorum is a worry of hers that she wishes she didn't have to worry about. If she weren't so attached to the royal family that she serves, she would have fled long ago.
Ellie's eyes, meanwhile, are a soft, sweet green, the color of leaves or springtime. There's little flecks of foresty brown in them, little imperfections that swirl and catch the sunlight sometimes, turning her eyes gold. They're framed by long lashes that have a little space at the corner of her eyes. Her brows have a gentle curve to them near her nose, and there is a thin white scar through her right one. She has slight bags beneath her eyes from lack of sleep. Sleep doesn't come easily to this poor girl. Ellie's nose slopes gently and comes to a rounded point. Her features, in general, are a little blunt. She has lovely cheekbones, with soft roses in them. Her mouth usually carries a smile, whether shy or exuberant, and she has a very gentle Cupid's bow. She has a swanlike neck that leads down into a sharp collarbone.
Ellie smells of flowers and soap and something else clean and sweet that is simply Ellie. Her hands are not smooth, and her feet are calloused. She loves being out doors, and rarely wears shoes if she is given the chance. She likes to be able to feel the dirt and grass under her feet. She also feels that it gives her more preparation to be able to get her mistress out of danger, if she's able to sense something coming. When she laughs, she laughs with her whole body, fingers knotting and toes curling. She often has flowers in her hair, whether they are tucked into her braid or in a crown atop her curls. Her accent is gentle, and she often croons to those around her. She is a wonderful singer, with a high, sweet voice.
Ellie, when given the chance, will wear flowy dresses and two rings on her right hand. One is a nail, bent into a circle, and the other is a simple silver band with leaves engraved on it. It was her mother's wedding ring, and she has kept it. When she cannot wear them on her finger, she will wear them on a chain around her neck. Generally, she wears little jewelry besides those. Ellie has a habit of fisting her hands too tight, until her nails cut crescent marks into her palms. She paces when she's nervous, and will remove herself from a situation when frightened or angry. Generally, she walks as if hoping to avoid making any floorboards creak beneath her.
Ellie's hair is a golden red color, and it goes to around her mid-back. She often leaves it down, or will braid it around her head. It's still recovering from when she was a few years younger and a lot more impulsive, and chopped most of it off. She didn't quite regret it, because her hair was often a giant red cloud that floated around her head whenever she moved. It's grown back in a darker, more sensible color, rather than the carrot orange that she spent her childhood with. It used to be somewhere around her waist, but the weight would give her terrible headaches, and so there it all went. She would have cut it shorter, but social decorum is a worry of hers that she wishes she didn't have to worry about. If she weren't so attached to the royal family that she serves, she would have fled long ago.
Ellie's eyes, meanwhile, are a soft, sweet green, the color of leaves or springtime. There's little flecks of foresty brown in them, little imperfections that swirl and catch the sunlight sometimes, turning her eyes gold. They're framed by long lashes that have a little space at the corner of her eyes. Her brows have a gentle curve to them near her nose, and there is a thin white scar through her right one. She has slight bags beneath her eyes from lack of sleep. Sleep doesn't come easily to this poor girl. Ellie's nose slopes gently and comes to a rounded point. Her features, in general, are a little blunt. She has lovely cheekbones, with soft roses in them. Her mouth usually carries a smile, whether shy or exuberant, and she has a very gentle Cupid's bow. She has a swanlike neck that leads down into a sharp collarbone.
Ellie smells of flowers and soap and something else clean and sweet that is simply Ellie. Her hands are not smooth, and her feet are calloused. She loves being out doors, and rarely wears shoes if she is given the chance. She likes to be able to feel the dirt and grass under her feet. She also feels that it gives her more preparation to be able to get her mistress out of danger, if she's able to sense something coming. When she laughs, she laughs with her whole body, fingers knotting and toes curling. She often has flowers in her hair, whether they are tucked into her braid or in a crown atop her curls. Her accent is gentle, and she often croons to those around her. She is a wonderful singer, with a high, sweet voice.
Ellie, when given the chance, will wear flowy dresses and two rings on her right hand. One is a nail, bent into a circle, and the other is a simple silver band with leaves engraved on it. It was her mother's wedding ring, and she has kept it. When she cannot wear them on her finger, she will wear them on a chain around her neck. Generally, she wears little jewelry besides those. Ellie has a habit of fisting her hands too tight, until her nails cut crescent marks into her palms. She paces when she's nervous, and will remove herself from a situation when frightened or angry. Generally, she walks as if hoping to avoid making any floorboards creak beneath her.
Personality:
{Hopeful, Caring, Tidy, Dedicated}
Ellie looks like she may sweep you up into a giant hug and never let you go, and that may be an apt representation of her personality as well. Her mother always told her that she should be prettier on the inside than she was on the outside, and so she puts little effort into her appearance and lots of work into being kind to those around her. Ellie is all heart, and she tends to follow her heart when she is faced with a decision. She has a strong conscience, and so feels guilt with terrible poignance. She gives away her love easily, but is never quite sure if she is going to receive it back. She keeps herself open to others as best she can, but keeps certain things to herself. One would never guess, though, as she seems like the most genuine person you will ever meet.
Ellie may be one to follow her heart and her gut feeling often, but that has no bearing on whether she is educated or not. In fact, she has had the blessing to be able to receive a formal education, which was nothing short of a miracle for someone of her standing. Generally, women are meant to be pretty and fertile and little else, and sometimes they are seen as vacuous in this particular society. Which, of course, is absolutely idiotic. Ellie reads as if she is running out of time, absorbing books as if they are water and she is dying of thirst. She loves words, she loves poetry and epics. Rhythm in a story is one of her favorite things, and rhyme schemes will always make her smile. She's very smart, though she rarely makes the logical choice. She enjoys trying new things as well, and can be rather daring in that regard.
Ellie is caring, most of all. She is always the one to patch up everyone's bumps and bruises, to care for them until they're better. She's like the mom friend, and is very capable. She's terribly loyal, and she hates having to choose between people that she cares for. She does her very best to avoid choosing sides, and often tries to act as a peacemaker for those around her. She rarely becomes angered, and she is patient with people, though she does get frustrated easily when a thread won't go through a needle or when something she just cleaned becomes dirty again. She likes to keep everything very spick and span, neat and well organized. She works quickly and efficiently, often singing while she works.
Ellie loves music. Almost as much as she loves words. Piano is her favorite thing in the world, as well as lyre. She would spend hours poring over notes and playing songs if she could. She finds a wonderful order in music, one that is rarely found in real life. Ellie likes to consider the world in how it could be. She looks at reality and tries to see how she could change it, how she could make it better. She wants to make things better, and hopes that she can change things even in a little way. She loves to cook as well, and finds a peace in kneading bread dough in particular. She's a hard worker, and a friendly person. She takes insults personally, often, and is still working on her ability to forgive easily, because she is often wont to hold a grudge. She adores dogs as well.
For all of her good, though, Ellie is only human, and this is particularly shown in the crush that she has on her mistress's husband. It is only a crush, she tells herself often, even as her gaze lingers on him and then flickers down again as soon as he looks over. She shouldn't like this man nearly as much as she does, really, she does his laundry. But her heart is a frustrating thing, and her heartstrings are easily played. She is not weak, by any means. She is dedicated, and she is not easily made afraid. But this... is something new, even to her. And she is not sure of what to make of it.
Hobbies:
Adopting dogs, Reading, Cleaning, Music
Habits:
Clenches her fists too tight, paces, cleans when she’s frustrated.
Oddities:
Terrified of falling in love, can sneeze four times in a row
- Music
- Chocolate
- Cleaning
- Reading
- Taking Long Walks
- Sneezing
- Oversleeping
- Dreams
- Cantaloupe
- Losing People
Biography
Place Of Origin:Seabel
History:
Eleora was born to a noble family of her own, if they could really be called that. They were special in name only, their land had been sold by their greedy forefathers and their treasure was gambled away bit by bit. In the end, they had only the titles Lord and Ladyto call their own, as well as de Croismare. Growing up, Ellie didn't quite care. She had a puppy that she loved to death, she had the outdoors to play in, and she was a kid anyway. What use would she have had for treasure or money? Cash couldn't buy wildflowers, and she was more in the business of giving people flower crowns and receiving smiles in return.
As she got older, though, Ellie was faced with the stark realities of life. Her parents wanted her to get married, to marry up so that she could get them their lands back, even if they couldn't re-fame their name. But as a twelve year old girl, Ellie wanted to do a thousand other things. She was pretty, and her hair was horribly unique, and that was what got the offers of marriage. She started sneaking out at night, purposely trying to become unwantable. Who wanted a wife who wouldn't stay with you, who wouldn't even stay to meet you?
Her parents were angry, but Ellie was free, at least for then. She fell in love with her best friend, a girl named Stella, and they plotted to run away and live together and be completely happy with nothing else to worry about. Every night, she would see her, until one day, Stella didn't arrive at their meeting spot. Terrified of what could have happened, Ellie ran to Stella's parents' house the next day, begging to know what had happened to her best friend. They'd kept their relationship secret, and they'd kept it almost too well. Stella had been swept off in the night to be wed to a nobleman.
Understandably, Ellie was heartbroken. She wept for a month straight, and then plotted to go find the love of her life. She snuck away one night, barely bothering to leave a note or anything of the like. She found her beloved Stella, tossed rocks at her window till she came to answer. And her answer tore Ellie's heart apart. She wasn't leaving this man, she didn't want to leave this man. She was pregnant, and Ellie left with nothing to show for it save for tears in her eyes and a broken heart. She was so, so glad that her beloved was safe and happy--but oh, goodness, she missed her.
Time went on, and Ellie got older, and she was only getting older. Finally, her parents accepted that the only way that she was going to get married was to be kidnapped in the middle of the night. She came home one day from the village, with her dog by her side and a basket of fabrics, to a notice on her bed. She had been hired as a lady-in-waiting for the queen of Seabel, and she was to leave in the next week. She hated this idea, hated every bit of it, but... It was better than being sold off to pay her parents debt. She loved her parents, but she knew that she loved them more than they loved her. She was welcomed into the court, with her red curls and her gentle features. She loved her job, loved being able to help and do things with her hands, rather than being forced to sit and look pretty for a husband who loved her breasts more than he loved her.
She loved her job, that is, until the schism came between the king of Seabel and his wife. She was just trying to help him, to comfort him, and he had swept her off her feet. Her steady life, steady job, steady singleness--for she had sworn that she would not fall in love so easily again-- it was all brushed away in a single night. Ellie has grown to have a love/hate relationship with nights, for they are the things that both freed her and imprisoned her. Now, her heart feels as if it is both being sewn back together by the gazes that the king tosses her, and broken by the chance that he might make up with his wife. She wants her mistress to be happy, goodness. She keeps telling herself this is a crush, that it'll pass just in time for them to make up and move on. And she knows that she's likely just a fling, a pretty face that was there. But goodness, selfishly, she hopes it's more.
Happiest Memory: Coming to the castle, as it meant that she wouldn’t have to be wed anytime soon.
Saddest Memory: Her beloved Stella rejecting her.
Face Claim: Eleanor Tomlinson
