Role:
The heiress

Appearance:
Eleanor has long dark auburn curls that spiral down to her waist on their own accord. Her eyes are a bright, haunting blue rimmed with long dark lashes. They stand out against her fair skin like diamonds. On her soft cheeks she has a light dash of pink that gives her a slight look of innocence to her, and across the bridge of her nose she has a very light splatter of freckles that are spread out like the stars in the night sky. She has full, light petal pink lips.
She's small, just under 5' and 100lbs with the lean body of a dancer.

Name:
Eleanor Rose Lark

Nickname:
Ella
Age:
21

Personality:
Eleanor is so full of life, it's hard not to be captivated by her. She's so bright, and free-spirited it's hard not to smile or feel uplifted in her presence. She's charming, and loves to smile, and see other smile.
She's very opinionated, and will stand up for what she believes in. Ella very rarely argues with others, but she will not allow her values to be trampled over. She is not a mindless, dumb blonde. She hates being thought of as a damsel in distress, and prefers to do things herself. She doesn't need anyone to wait on her- in fact she would never order others around. She finds in inhumane. 

When she's around her loved ones, Ella is very lighthearted and teasing. She loves teasing her friends and family- to her, it's a display of affection. She is very loyal to her friends. Once you earn her trust -that isn't all that hard to earn- you will never lose it. 

Brief Background:
When Eleanor was just a little girl, her mother died in a car accident. She had always been very attached to her mother, and refused to believe her father when he told her she had died. For weeks she waited for her mother to come home, jumping up each time she heard a knock at the door or the phone ring. When it finally set in that the woman who had given birth to her and raised her was dead, Ella turned to her father for support.
Her and her father grew close, but not nearly as close as her and her mother had been. He had his work.

And so, Ella learned to dance. She had always had a sort of elegant grace about her, so as a little girl dancing came naturally. She could shut out the world, and just move. Breathe. She became an amazing dancer, and quickly excelled above her classmates. It was the one thing she could actually do.
When her father grew ill, she felt so helpless. She was going to be an orphan, and there was nothing she could do about it. It's was the worst feeling.

Weapons/Equipment:
Only her sharp wit

Personal Skills:
-dancing
-medical skills

Theme Song:
How to save a life- the fray

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