Description
Tyler's Blood Bond
Nickname: Ella or Italiana
Age: Twenty-one
Gender: Female
Appearance in Description:
Elle takes after her Italian heritage but her father's patriot American roots also shine through. She stands at 5"10 and weighs 135 pounds. She is thin and not overtly muscular though she does run and go to the gym once a week so she's not entirely out of shape. Paired with her height comes a relatively fair complexion, complemented by a splash of freckles across her cheeks and nose. Her hair is naturally strawberry blond, slightly wavy and reaches two inches above her bust. Physically she keeps proper posture but has a habit of keeping her shoulders tight. As for clothes, Elle often wears flat shoes as she dislikes being significantly taller than most. She's a perennial jeans and t-shirt individual on a casual day however she can dress up and well when in the mood or for the right occasion.
Likes:
Elle is a studious individual raised by rather conservative parents who despite their values permitted Elle to chose her own beliefs. Elle loves to read, whether a classic novel or a fashion magazine. She loves to play the violin and the piano, much preferring classical music to contemporary dance or mixed beats. She loves flowers and horses, much preferring the country over the city. She loves fashion, photography and cooking - an odd combination but all things she was able to dally in as an Italian. Elle is a tea drinker and writer as well, having kept a journal from a young age. While some consider her a prude for not liking to party, Elle is a lover of love - enjoying romance, kissing, and of course sex.
Dislikes:
Elle dislikes alcohol and large parties as they feel chaotic and uncontrollable. She's never felt comfortable in bars or clubs due to the noise and odd personalities that come through them. She doesn't like coffee or jokes, often labeled the serious one by her friends. She doesn't like trains or closed in areas, often panicking in elevators for the short time that she has to take them. Elle also dislikes rodents or small pests. Elle also hates spicy foods or confrontation, much preferring to smooth talk her way out of a fight than to actually duke it out.
Theme Song: Shake it Out - Florence + The Machine
Other: Elle has a horse of her own, a dapple gray mare, kept outside of the city.
Bonded by BloodPersonality
Raised by conservative Catholic parents, Elle is herself relatively traditional. While raised to be religious, Elle has not stepped foot in a church since a family wedding years ago. While she believes in God, she is more than okay with sex before marriage and is no virgin herself. Where her conservative nature arises is in her behavior and dress. She doesn't often feel comfortable wearing short-shorts, mini-skirts or tops that show much cleavage. That said she's not a prude and given her family's social status she dresses very well when required to. Otherwise she's casual, dressed in design skinny jeans and bohemian styles tops or plain t-shirts. Elle is not the type to enjoy intense glamor or glitz. She much prefers to be chique and classy.
That said, Elle is a social party-goer and does not like to drink or do drugs. She's never been drunk or smoked simply because she shivers at the prospect of a hangover or a lack of control over her body or what she does. She is controlling and a perfectionist which when applied to her art can make her a workaholic. She's studious, as has been said, and much prefers to apply herself to music, riding or fashion photography over social gossip or partying.
Despite her conservative behavior, Elle is extremely artistic and musical and with that comes an immense sensitivity and emotive side to her. She's the type to find her mood changed by a simple change in song. She loves the arts, whether it's music, fashion, design, writing or reading. She is often found with a pencil in her hair and marker stains on her finger, paired with black room chemicals from developing photographs and the linger smell of horses in her clothes. With her artistic side comes a profound love of nature. Her family's location in the city has always been something of a drag. She much prefers the family's country home in Northern New York over their Manhattan brownstone and flat on the Upper East Side.
Elle is obstinate and defiant, doing as she pleases despite her parents' desires for her to simply marry and have children. She is independent and while non-confrontational, she has a way of talking her way out of sticky situations or fights. She is persuasive and despite her conservative dress and values enjoys romance when it's with the right man. While not overtly rebellious, Elle is stubborn and it takes a lot for her to bend to the will of anyone - be it her parents, a boss or even...now her sire.
History
Elle was born in the midst of a hot spring in 1991 on March 3rd to third generation Italians Elisabetta and Henri Marrone in Manhattan New York. The Marrone family was well off, so much so that they were traditionally considered WASPs in their own right. Both of her parents were conservative Catholic individuals who doted on their daughter. She was the youngest of four children and the only daughter to boot. As a child she was spoiled but also pushed to live up to her parents' reputation. Her father ran a thriving law practice to which his sons were schooled to enter. Her mother, on the other hand, ran a well-established party-planning business, something Elle showed little interest in from a young age.
Elle was raised in the Upper East Side in a house so large it seemed that she could find a new room every day. While both of her parents worked, Elle and her brothers were largely raised by the family nanny Caroline. The children were immediately taught formal etiquette, dressed formally and often forced to attend parties at their parents side. Despite being given all that she wanted, Elle always felt distant from her family as a child. Her brothers were fully expected to pursue law and were often better at her in school and extra-curriculars. She found herself sidelined simply because she was the youngest and a girl. From a young age she was dressed up and forced to play with other young Upper East Side girls, competing for the attention of well off young boys around their age. It was expected that she marry into her own class and further that she marry a man who would be part of the Marrone family and perhaps business. At seven Elle entered a prestigious boarding school downtown, Trinity, and was rigorously forced to apply herself to her studies. As she was raised to act poised and proper, she found herself surrounded by rebellious girls who often sought to drink and do drugs. At thirteen she was dreadfully uncomfortable with the amount of gossip and as she aged into her teens she was further uncomfortable with the sheer carelessness of her peers.
As she ascended through school and did well in her work, Elle still found herself distant from her family. She was a strong and independent woman who found herself far more artistically inclined than business savvy. Her father didn't want for her to take up law. He simply wished her to marry and settle. At sixteen she began to go on arranged dates with boys her age, most often chaperoned. She often didn't get along with the other boys due to her independence and intelligence. Much to her father's chagrin she refused to go on any more arranged dates when she turned eighteen. Instead she applied to Julliard and began to devote herself to music and fashion, studying design, violin and social sciences.
She was on track to graduate at the end of the spring semester when upon walking home from an on campus event was snatched up and away by of all things a vampire.
Thoughts on being Stolen and Becoming a Blood Bond:
Elle's life had for once seemed on track. For three years she had found herself free of her parents' hawkish desires for her to marry and settle down with a man from the Upper East Side. With her parents out of the picture and her able to live on her own closer to Julliard, Elle was capable of giving her all to her passions: music and fashion photography. She was also able to casually date, escaping her father's suffocating chaperoned and arranged dates with stuck-up rich boys. Her freedom was something she fought hard to earn and with graduation in sight, Elle found herself circulating her portfolio and in talks with several major designers to shoot their works and more so several magazines hoping to hire her on for several spreads. With career prospects at the ready and her degree on track to be completed, it came as a great shock to find her human life ended. More so she's horrified at the prospect of having no control over her life. Her stubborn side has her fighting every second along the way to escape back to school and her life at Julliard. She hates the club. She hates the outwardly erotic nature of vampires. She is scared witless and finds herself living in her very own hell at the side of this Tyler who clearly has no desire for her to be around either.
So begins...
Elle Marrone
Tyler's Apartment
Elle had been so happy. On campus there had been a fashion show of select students’ designs – her own included. It had been packed with her peers but more so, jammed with people from the industry in New York. She’d debuted a collection of her own making, a series of dresses and women’s apparel that consisted of what she felt was her best work. None of the models had slipped. None of the garments had ripped. And when she’d taken to the stage at the end of it all she’d been on top of the world, walking down the runway after her collection to applause! She’d had a buyer from a small clothing store downtown talk to her as soon as the show was over. She’d had several large designers discuss her work with it and offer her post-graduate internships. They were impressed! She’d done so well! When she’d left campus around midnight she had everything she could have wanted.
As she’d hit the streets she searched for her family driver. When Elle didn’t find the car or even a replacement she’d tried calling home, pacing nervously on the dark street corner in a pair of three inch black ankle boots and a black lace sheath dress. The wind had been cold, the more she remembered it. When her cell wouldn’t connect to anyone she started walking and hunting down a cab.
She’d made it ten blocks uptown when she’d been sidelined by a random hooded figure. Elle remembered walking at a rushed pace, her head down and her teeth clenched. The excitement of the show was still in thought but so was the cold. She’d been so focused on herself that she must not have heard the honking horn on the streets or the sound of shoes running across the sidewalk behind her. She’d found herself suddenly heaved forward onto her knees, a sharp blow coming to the back of her neck. As Elle hit the pavement she cried out only to fall unconscious from the force of the blow.
The pain had been the worst she’d felt since breaking her arm when Elle was seven. She’d come to to a world of agony and blurred vision only to have a stranger hold her head upright with a tight grip on her chin. She had forced herself to look up to a series of black shadowy figures and a rather loathing group of others to her right. Elle couldn’t move her head and her eyes could barely see to her left but there had been others with her, men and women around her age.
The pain had her fall unconscious again and she’d only come to when she’d had her nose pressed up against the cold skin of a man’s neck. She’d slumped forward uncontrollably and he’d tried to back away. Elle remembered hissing and yelling and then finally a pain far worse than the blow to her neck. Something had dug into her neck in the most painful way, digging deep into her muscle and searing every nerve ending in her body. She’d screamed and suddenly become fully conscious to that pain. It burned and twisted in her gut, pulling at her stomach and causing her heart to jump and skip and palpitate uncontrollably. She’d cried like she’d never cried. Every inch of her skin felt like it was being shredded and forced apart. Her bones felt like they were being shredded and stretched and stabbed all at once. It seemed to take forever and even when he pulled away she could still feel the echo of that pain. She’d collapsed by his feet, blood gushing from her neck. She couldn’t move her hand to touch it. Elle could only keep screaming until she passed out. It wouldn't stop.
* * *
It felt like a dream and yet Elle knew it hadn’t been one. As her eyelids fluttered open she found herself initially shrouded by darkness. Her eyes struggled to adjust as she tried to lift her head. Her neck cracked but the pain echoed. She swallowed glumly and felt the hoarseness in her throat from yelling. Her hands were clammy and cold. She breathed slowly, sliding her legs out from under her. She was still dressed in her clothes from the night before. Elle brought her knees up to her chin and slowly slid her feet from her shoes. They were sore from the heels. She rolled her toes before setting them aside, realizing then that her left hand was crudely tied to a concrete support beam.
She stared at the binding for a moment, recognizing her nail polish but not the shade of her skin. Elle appeared paler than her long since tanned skin. Her brow knitted and she brought a hand to her neck, remembering. With the memory came a fresh echo of the pain, enough to make her jerk and pull her hand in the binding. With the memory came the fear. She began to really pull at the ropes, watching them fray. The knot loosened and she slid her hand out hurriedly; her body in a complete flurry of movement by that time. She rushed to stand and while she expected to be unsteady on her feet she wasn’t. She grabbing her shoes in her hand and saw no sign of her purse or even a phone. God she needed a phone! She needed to get out of here!
She stood up and found that her eyes had adjusted to the darkness. She was standing in the midst of a well dressed up and high class apartment building only there were deliberate window covering to keep out the light. She could see the sun through a small crack in one. She needed out. She rushed across the living room, careful to avoid knocking anything over. Elle reached the main door and methodically removed a series of deadbolts and locks. When she threw it open she launched herself into the hall. Without a care she skipped the elevator, flinging herself into the stairwell and taking them four at a time. Elle ignored the doorman and bolted out into the street as soon as she hit the lobby. All she could manage to think about was running.
