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Eleanor Isis Roden

"It's funny how my biggest mistake is the only thing I've ever done right."

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a character in “A Handful of Dust”, as played by MissBrightside_


"I hate my name, call me Isis."


Role: Female One "Number one, naturally."
Age: 22 "Let's keep that between us, yes?"
Occupation: Isis works at the local tavern "It's much, much better than my old job."

+Her daughter, Lily-Mae. "She's my daughter - My only family, of course I love her."
+Painting "It's practically impossible to describe the wondrous feeling I get when I paint."
+Dancing "It's easy to forget yourself and your life when the rhythm takes you - I love that."
+Pay-day "It's the only day I can actually feel like a good mother; I am able to provide for my daughter."
+Spoiling Lily-Mae "She's my baby and I'm going to do whatever I can to make things better for us."
+Her daughters hugs "It's the best feeling in the world to know that you've done something right."

-Her first name "It's so common - I just want my name to stand out."
-Having her daughter so young "Nineteen is an age I wanted to be working and finding my way in the world, not spending it tied down with a daughter."
-Not having a father figure for her daughter "It's such a shame, she doesn't have any male role-models."
-Not being able to provide properly for her daughter "It's horrible - The feeling of knowing you can't do anything about it."
-The dark "Terrible, terrible things happen in the dark.."
-Love "Love is fake, soul-mates are a lie."
-Fickle people "Oh, you love me do you? What happened to the girl you said the same thing to not a week ago."
-The cold "Does anyone, really?"
-Her daughter being ill "I worry so much."


~Finding out who Lily-Mae's father is. "I-I just don't want to know, not now."
~People (especially her daughter) finding out about her past. "I don't want to see that disappointed, pitying look, not again."
~People knowing where she went for a year, when she came back with Lily-Mae. "Nobody is going to ever know, least of all Lily-Mae."

~To become a famous painter. "It's an amazing release, a perfect way to express myself when no words can."
~To be able to provide for Lily-Mae, properly. I-I just want to make her proud."
~To have a normal life. "I don't want problems, I just want a normal life. I think I at least deserve that."

Isis isn't like most of the people where she lives.
She isn't content with the way things are, and shall never be; this is partly the reason she ran off.
At first Eleanor comes across as a very cold and closed off person and sure, she can be but the only reason she's truly like that is because she doesn't want to let anyone in enough to hurt her - Not again.
Her love for her daughter is immense as she feels as if little Lily is the only good thing that has ever happened to her, even though she is probably her biggest mistake.
Becoming a mother made her think about life in a completely different way, that now she was a mother being constantly on the road and never having a place to call 'home' is bad, she needed some stability if not for this baby growing inside of her then at least for her own sanity. This was why she returned to the town she just didn't fit into.

Although she wasn't always such a train wreck, in fact, before she left the town, although she was on occasion referred to as 'the odd-ball' Isis was still well liked, having made a name for herself as the 'charmer'.
Catching the eye of many men, she still doesn't know who the father is and quite frankly - doesn't want to, she doesn't want to upset her 'darling daughter's' serenity she has now worked so hard for and so throwing men into the mix would only make it a lot harder.


This summer baby opened her eyes for the first time on June 13th, she was one of five.
Living a normal life, not much worried this young girl, she had friends, a loving family and they weren't too bad off either.
Although all good things have to end.
At the age of nineteen, even though she had already been established as the 'odd girl', her life got much, much worse.
The whole of her family were wiped out in the epidemic, rendering her homeless and an orphan, many still wonder how she survived, living in a house with the sick and dying.
Attempting to re-kindle her life after that, she took up a small job in the local tavern, to earn just enough so as to get by, but nothing was the same, even after two years passed.
She was broken and could only think of one thing that would stop the horrid feeling she kept getting in the pit of her stomach, the depression and loneliness was getting to her and she needed an escape - She would run away.

Although that plan could never work and she returned within the year, after finding herself

So begins...

Eleanor Isis Roden's Story

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Eleanor rolled over in her sleep, murmuring the unknown softly as she does so.
Whoa, I managed to sleep the whole night without Lily-Mae waking me up, She thinks, her mind still in a subconscious state.
That is, until she bolts up in bed.
"Wait, why did I manage to sleep the whole night?" She says out loud, standing up and rushing over to where her Lily's little, old, wooden cot was softly swinging - It had been hers and now it was her precious little bundles.
And yet, why was she not in there?
Maternal instincts taking over, Eleanor scans the whole room for traces of where the one year old toddler could have gotten to and finally turfed up her small little home, tears prickling at the back of her eyes.
"No," She whispers, clenching her eyes tightly shut.
Once again, she had ruined everything, once again she was a failure; she would never change.

But then, a faint gurgle is heard from just outside their small, only window and Eleanor rushes over, peering out.
Sure enough, her little child is sitting there, on the dirty ground, in only her nappy - Playing in the mud.
Eleanor's sigh of relief is quickly followed by a frown as she goes to retrieve her lost child.

"Lil!" She scolds, although her voice is still soft and sweet, never managing to be properly mad at the little girl, "look at you, you're filthy."
Just picking up Lily-Mae covered Eleanor in mud and she bit her lip as she walked inside their unlock-able door.
They had gained new neighbors, her and Lily, the new people in town. Well, they were new to Dust but not her, no, she new them fairly well and yet had not spoken to them at all, since they arrived.

She wasn't sure whether is was the shame that drove her away from their house - even smaller than her own - or possibly the fact that there was nothing she could do for them.
If it were possible, she would give them some money, help them on their way but as of now, she could barely feed and cloth herself and daughter, let alone give some of her precious money away.
And so, the best thing she could do was to bag some of the cloth Lily had quickly outgrown up and give it to them as she doubted they had time to get any, well, if the rumor that they had a massive fire were true, anyway.

Taking a deep breath, the young mother steps out of her house, a child strapped to her chest by a odd little contraption she had bought from the 'market' - if that's what you could call a couple old woman and strange young men selling all sorts of odds and ends - and knocks on her neighbor's door.
Was it bad that she hoped they wouldn't answer?
Was it bad for her to want to sell the babies clothes instead of giving them away to a family in dire need?
Probably but she couldn't help it, she desperately needed the money but nevertheless would go through with this, knowing what it's like to be a mother with nothing.
And even though Jack & Hannah were being threatened about being kicked out of down, sent to the shanty houses and made to live in almost isolation, they still had each other and for that, Eleanor was insanely jealous. She had, had no one. She will never have anyone, especially now that she is a single mother - Who would want her?

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Peter was awake. He couldn't sleep, not since they're arrive in the small town. instead, he just laid there, facing his back to the rest of his room. The young man was deep in thought when Jack creeped in. He almost didn't notice the door open behind him if it wasn't for the slight squeak the hinges made.

Peter's muscles tensed up as he turned to grab bowie knife only to stop once he recognized the intruder as his sister's husband, Jack. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Peter has working on be more respectful to the man Hannah loved, but Jack could be so optimistic and naive sometimes. It was annoying. Still. Jack has his redeemable moments, though nothing specific could come the younger man at the moment.

It wasn't long before Jack was hovering over Hannah, and being all lovey-dovey. Nope. Peter thought as he grabbed his duster hat from the corner of the bed and covered his face. Peter didn't want to hear the two exchange sweet nothings, and lately it seems like Hannah has been easily irritated with her younger brother though it was probably just the pregnancy. Still The young man didn't want to upset his pregnant sister by storming off like a child.

Suddenly Hannah guided her husband out of the house to leave Peter alone. Peter looked at the door as it closed behind them. Every since his sister got married, Peter felt like he was not needed as much. Not that Jack and Hannah were trying to push him away, on the contrary, they went out of their way to make him feel welcomed in their new home; or rather, their old home before it was burned to the ground. Peter didn't want to think about the fire as a feeling of guilt began to tug at him. He needed something to distract him from his past.

Just then he heard a knocking at the door. What the hell. He thought as got up. It wasn't like they could lock themselves out of this pile of sticks. Peter walked over to the door, knocking over a few things and cussing as he arrived. The young man opened door, blinded for a split-second as the sunlight invaded his eyes. It didn't take long for Peter to realize who it was. "Elle." He glanced down at the baby she was holding. "It's been awhile." He looked behind the mother to see if Hanna and Jack were safe, a slight worry pulled on the young man before turning his attention back to the woman and baby in front of him. "What brings you here?" he asked, trying not to stare at the baby she was holding.

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Jack nodded his head while she spoke, to show he was listening to the reply and had not simply asked the question to give her something to talk about so he didn't have to, like some men she knew did, Hannah thought, casting her mind back to her brother. He pulled her closer to him gently, frowning a little.

“Everything will as it should be,” Jack promised confidently. But the words did nothing for Hannah. They were bland an emotionless, lacking the feeling and depth she so desperately needed from him. But Hannah didn't say anything. She knew a cocktail of hormones and physical exhaustion was probably causing her to be unreasonable and pushing him for something more was likely to lead to him shutting down even further.

Hannah sighed, dropping one of the hands she'd wrapped round Jack to her baby, altering her position slightly to make the extra weight sit a little more comfortably on her hips.

Thankfully, Jack's next words reassured Hannah slightly more than his last, and offered some of the depth she needed, “I will make everything right.” There was more emotion to this than his last statement, more of the Jack she'd come to love. “It’s merely political, dear,” he added, glancing towards town.

Hannah supposed he was probably right. Though she already knew Eleanor and Marley, and she hoped they would vote in her favour to help Hannah and her family stay, but she was unfamiliar with the rest of the townspeople. Though they'd arrived days ago, she and Jack had rarely ventured out of their little house. She'd spent most of the first three days in bed, trying to stay off her feet after the long, tiring journey. She hadn't wanted to, but she knew in her heart that it was what was best for her and her baby, especially if she didn't want to end up delivering early. But since then they'd only been into town a couple of times, and even then people hadn't really wanted to speak to them, preferring to regard them with suspicion from a distance. Any she's spoken with had been polite, but apprehensive. Hannah knew Jack was right though. They had to become a presence in town. Hannah had to speak with the women and share her story. Surely they couldn't help but feel sympathy for her, especially the ones with children of their own.

“Let’s head to town. Get to know some of the residents. Are you feeling up to that?” Jack said, echoing her own thoughts. She pulled back from his embrace so she could see his face, letting him take her hands. He smiled down at her.

She rolled her eyes playfully at him, sighing in a mock irate fashion. "Of course I'm 'up to that'," she told him, raising her eyebrows as her tone slowed and simpered to exaggeratedly mimic his when he said 'up to that'. "I'm not completely useless, Jack," she explained to him, tutting. "Let's go," she said, taking his hand in hers.

She carefully transferred her weight from the wall to her feet, making sure to take it slowly so she didn't stumble or become dizzy. In the past months, the changes in the way she did things were all very gradual and subtle, but crafted to make allowance for they way her body had changed. In the past few months, Hannah's whole outlook on life had changed. Suddenly it was no longer about her but about her baby. Whatever she chose to put herself through, whatever danger she got herself into, her baby would be forced to be part of it too. Though she didn't want to be treated like an invalid, her own view of herself changed, and with that, other's attitudes to her had changed too.

Hannah rested her hand in Jack's, walking with him to the front of the house, in order to reach town. It was there she saw Eleanor and Peter by the door, talking. In Eleanor's arms, she cradled her daughter, and for a second, Hannah's heart leapt. In just a week, that could be her. But the scene could also be very different too.

"Morning, Eleanor," Hannah smiled as the reached the front of the house. Then she looked at her brother. "Peter, Jack and I are just going into town. Send out a search party if we're not back before dark," she joking, making light of the town's hostility towards them.

With that, Hannah turned away to begin the short walk into town with Jack.

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Character Portrait: Marley Larson Character Portrait: Hannah Lake Character Portrait: Maisy Cartwright Character Portrait: Sophia Hope Character Portrait: Eleanor Isis Roden Character Portrait: Aaron "Sullivan" Character Portrait: Wesley Hodge Character Portrait: Peter Cross Character Portrait: Jack Lake Character Portrait: William Hodge
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A soft chuckle came out of Jack when Hannah became playful with him. There was the girl he adored, he knew that sarcastic piece of her was still in there. Pregnancy couldn’t have changed her that much. Jack had her smooth hand in his as they walked around the house to inform peter of their plans. It was always safe to tell others where you were going in this world. It was too often that people got lost, or dehydrated, or mugged. The sight of Eleanor made Jack smile, she had been one of those ragtag travelers they'd taken in once, and unlike Marley, Jack actually liked Elle.

While Hannah spoke frankly with her brother, Jack nodded toward Eleanor, taking particular notice in the very young girl in her arms. It was almost as if Jack and Hannah’s minds worked in tandem. He immediately thought of how he and Hannah could be bundling a precious child of their own.

Feelings of frustration and excitement ran over him. Excitement for parenthood, for the life they could be living. Children were always something he wanted, and even more so with Hannah. Frustration for the way that the town was treating them. Dust was the only thing in the way of their dreams of a family.

With that, Jack and Hannah left toward the center of town. He had only been here once before, he was a child and his family was only passing through, and thankfully they were easily forgotten. He really knew nothing about the town, beside their private club attitude. He both envied and pitied the people who lived here.

Soon the two were in what one might call downtown. There were a small collection of shops, a cafe, and a saloon. Two strangers, a man and woman were heading away from the cafe as they were closing in on it. Outside there was a group of townsfolk sitting around a couple of tables, chowing on some pastries. Would it be too forward to just introduce themselves? Marley was there, he could see that much. That was comforting... Kind of. Will was also there, maybe he could get to talking to the man.

With a gentle squeeze Jack led his wife toward the cafe. They could kill two birds with one stone; they could both eat and socialize. Boldly, Jack approached the table and casually greeted the group. “Good morning.”

Hopefully no one would be offended, or find it awkward that they joined the people.

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Eleanor smiles at Peter, she had known he'd be here, of course she had but still, it was like the ghost from her past coming back to haunt her - Maybe she should have come?
Shaking her head, she realizes that, that was out of the question, eventhough she couldn't give them much she had some things and hopefully they'd be grateful.

"Hello Peter," She smiles, looking at where he was staring at her baby, she almost burst out laughing at the next thing he says:
"It's been awhile."
Eleanor shrugs and smiles a little, patting her precious baby on the head "Yeah, it really has." She mutters, looking to see if there were any signs of Jack or Hannah.

Before she had the time to ask Peter if he knew where they were, Hannah appeared from around the corner and greeted her.
Eleanor allowed herself to take in the size of Hannah, she really was almost ready to have this baby.
"Whoa Hannah, you look fit to burst." She jokes and smiles at the girl, knowing that she must be so excited.

"Peter, Jack and I are just going into town. Send out a search party if we're not back before dark." Eleanor laughed, of only to make the fact that the place she lived in, was so cruel they wouldn't help a heavily pregnant woman.
She also smiles at Jack, he was a very kind husband and Elle wishes more than anything she'd had someone like him around when she was with child - Making it all OK and telling her she still looked beautiful even with fat beads of sweat and weighing twice her usual weight.

Suddenly Eleanor remembers why she came here, the baby clothes! but by that time, Hannah had already gotten to the road and Elle didn't want to have to call her back, especially not in the condition she is.
Instead, she turns back to Peter and holds up the bag "Baby clothes," She says, "It's not much but it's all I can give at this time." She tells him, knowing or hoping he'll understand.
Pulling Lily-Mae out of her holder, she passes her to Peter and laughs a little, "Don't worry - She won't bite." Eleanor says and then walks into the house so she can put the bag of clothes down.

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Character Portrait: Marley Larson Character Portrait: Hannah Lake Character Portrait: Sophia Hope Character Portrait: Eleanor Isis Roden Character Portrait: Aaron "Sullivan" Character Portrait: Wesley Hodge Character Portrait: Jack Lake Character Portrait: William Hodge
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Hannah felt a small smile play on her lips as she thought about Eleanor's observance of her. As she and Jack made their way towards town, hand in hand, fingers laced together, her thoughts turned to the way Eleanor had cradled her baby in her arms. The gesture was easy and comfortable. Of course, it was loving and she clearly treasured her daughter, but there was no fear to it, and no concept that her child's life might be ripped from her at any moment. Eleanor had fallen pregnant young, and almost certainly by mistake. Yet it had happened for her instantly, while Hannah had struggled to conceive for months. And when it finally did happen, she'd lost two babies, one after the other. Two babies she'd desperately wanted. And now she felt brutally close to losing this one. How was it that Eleanor got to have a baby she didn't even want without any complications while Hannah struggled with heartbreak after heartbreak? The world was so unfair. The second the thought had crossed her mind though, Hannah felt a pang of guilt overwhelm her. Her own emotions, intensified by hormones and the physical and mental strain she was currently under caused tears to spring into her eyes. She turned her head away from Jack so he couldn't see in a clear indication that she didn't want to talk. She didn't feel like sharing this particular thought with him. Eleanor adored Lily-Mae and she would be devastated if anything happened to her. Hannah should be finding an affinity with the woman over her own struggles with motherhood, even if they were not of the same nature as Hannah's, rather than being jealous of her.

By the time they had nearly reached town, Hannah had composed herself and felt she could enter and present a good front, the way she needed to. Just as they reached town, Hannah saw a man and woman leaving the cafe, the man's arm slug loosely round the woman's shoulders. As they passed by them, Hannah saw the woman look both she and Jack up and down once with a particularly disdainful, hostile gaze. To which, Hannah offered a nervous smile, although she was unsure it had helped in any way. It took Hannah a couple of seconds to recognise the woman as the daughter of the founder, someone who'd show particular dislike for them since their arrival. From the back of her mind, Hannah recalled her name to be May-something. Maya? May? Macie? No... Maisy. That was it. The man beside her was the brother of the town leader, though Hannah wasn't sure she'd been formally introduced to him. He seemed too distracted with whatever he was saying to the woman to pay any real attention to them.

As they got closer to the scene, Hannah felt Jack gently squeeze her hand in a comforting gesture. She squeezed his back, to give reassurance that everything would be alright. She quickly took in the scene before her, noting the town leader, Will, sat talking with another man Hannah hadn't seen much of since she'd arrived, though she thought he was one of the people responsible for the security of the town. A blonde girl, who Hannah hadn't really spoken to, although thought seemed remarkably friendly for this town, was stood over them, collecting dishes. Hannah's eyes then fell on Marley, who was leant in, talking to William. Hannah gave her a friendly smile, glad to see someone familiar here.

Jack approached the table people were sat around, offering up a friendly, “Good morning.” Hannah stood close beside him, her grip on his hand tightening. She slipped her other hand to right underside of her swollen stomach, rubbing it gently in an effort to emphasise to everyone just why she needed to be there. Not that it wasn't instantly obvious, the moment they'd entered the cafe.

"Hi," Hannah added, her tone less bold than Jack's, holding more reservation and shyness, as if she was just testing the water. She knew she had to make a good impression on these people, and what she did and said now would be vital to the outcome of the situation. Although, frankly, based on how friendly most of the older members of this town had been to her so far, Hannah just prayed she delivered before the vote in a week, as she was certain they would throw her out. And though she didn't fancy their prospects out there with a newborn baby, she knew it was the actual birth she almost certainly wouldn't survive without this town.

Despite the fact that almost everyone else was sitting down, Hannah made no movement to do so. Though she desperately needed to sit down and take the weight of her slim frame, she didn't dare take a seat, for fear of offending the townspeople and making them feel as though she was intruding. She simply hoped someone would be kind enough to think she might be struggling and offer her one.

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Character Portrait: Marley Larson Character Portrait: Hannah Lake Character Portrait: Sophia Hope Character Portrait: Eleanor Isis Roden Character Portrait: Aaron "Sullivan" Character Portrait: Peter Cross Character Portrait: Jack Lake Character Portrait: William Hodge
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Sophia gave him a wonderful smile back, which made Will feel warm inside. "Thank you, freshly backed as always!" she replied enthusiastically. Her warmth, openness, and positivity were contagious. She was always this way, and it was one of the reasons he had so easily fallen in love with her, and why he still loved being around her today Of course his love had never stopped, but that was besides the point. Every time he saw her, he had the urge to spill all of his feelings for her. He always held back, however, because he knew how much hurt the both of them had gone through the first time. And he had no doubt in his mind that she would reject him pursuing her again. She wouldn't want to risk getting hurt again. And he really couldn't blame her.

Will's thoughts got sidetracked - thankfully - by Aaron getting up to walk over and pick up the fallen chair Wes had toppled over. "What a nice guy," Aaron commented, fixing the chair upright once more. Will wished he could deny Aaron's claim, after all Wes was his brother, yet he wasn't particularly nice, so he couldn't say the comment was untrue.

"Good morning, Willum." He turned his eyes to look upon Marley, who had addressed him. Even though she had left the protection of Dust, there was something about her that was truly endearing, and Will couldn't dislike her. Not that he wanted to, of course. "I see you left the town to vote on whether the Lakes should stay..” she began, almost in a whisper. This is what he had been afraid of. Having to discuss the situation of the newcomers before he was ready. This was why he had wanted to walk and talk with Aaron before the rest of the town. But he had insisted on breakfast at this cafe first. Marley continued on. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” He thought on the words, wanting to give the right answer.

"Well, Marley, I may be the leader, but this is everyone's town, so I figured the right decision wa-" His sentence was broken up by a new voice entering the conversation. "Good morning." That was Jack speaking, the so-called leader of the newcomers to town. He seemed to be the most in control and level headed of the group. Will was sure a conversation with Jack was going to happen at some point within the next week. He looked strong, and confident. His wife Hannah, however, didn't seem as comfortable. She held on to him with an iron grip and seemed to protect her swollen belly with her other hand. Just looking at her, and how close she was to giving birth, gave Will a pang of sympathy. "Hi," she muttered quietly, obviously not feeling as if she belonged in the group.

Will began to feel slightly overwhelmed. He had too many thoughts banging around inside his head. He really needed to sort through them all before this conversation took place. He stood up, moving away from the table. "Good morning to both of you," he said to the Lakes, a pleasant smile on his face. Even if he wasn't sure about the newcomers, he had to show them kindness and respect as the leader. "Hannah, you should sit down. You can have my chair, I need to be heading out anyway." He moved a little farther away, but gestured to the chair he had just left empty. "It's customary that I walk the perimeter of Dust every morning," he explained, not wanting them to think their presence had made him suddenly choose to depart.

He turned his attention to the beautiful Sophia once again. "Thank you so much for breakfast," he said quickly before turning and leaving the others. After he had gotten away from them, he felt it was easier to breathe. He hated not being prepared, and tended to always pre-think about every question he could be asked. He didn't like being caught off guard, and that was precisely why he took his perimeter walk every morning. He was able to think about the day, and sort every single thought in his head. Just seeing Hannah made him sad. If the vote didn't go the newcomers way, everyone who wanted them to stay would blame Will himself. They wold be upset he hadn't just made the decision for them to stay. And he honestly didn't know how he was going to live with the fact that he was possibly killing to human beings by sending the three back out into the desert. He was set into tradition, of course, but sending a young woman and her baby out to die didn't seem right to him either. Yet he couldn't find a middle ground either.

Will reached up to rub his temples. He could feel a headache beginning to form. He was just now reaching the tiny shack on the outskirts of Dust, where Jack, Hannah, and Peter were living. And strangely enough, there was Eleanor at their front door. Talking to Peter, the one William was most worried about. He seemed untrustworthy. The two seemed to be having a conversation, and Will made a mental note to ask her about it at a later time. For now, he walked past the shack to the perimeter of Dust. He began to walk parallel to it, attempting to organize all of his thoughts into something intelligible.