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Elizabeth Padden

"Missing someone is your heart's way of reminding you that you love them."

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a character in “Locked Destinies”, as played by CyberGlowfly

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{ "Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high." }




{ Name }Image
Elizabeth Marianne Padden

{ Nickname }
Marie | Ellie

{ Birthday }
March Eighteenth, Sixteen

{ Sexuality }
Omnisexual, Panromantic

{ Face Claim }
Carrie Hope Fletcher





{ "We really need to work on your people skills." }




Image{ Abilities }
Persuasion
This power enables the user to compel people by speaking, the victims are unable to disobey; the seemingly cogent commandment is far too compelling. At high level, user can even persuade people into hurting/killing themselves, but can never cause victims to achieve what they are not capable of.
Voice Manipulation
This power enables the user to be freely capable of manipulating their voice, allowing them to control their voices to imitate sounds of creatures such as animal noises and explosions or increase or decrease the tone of their voice.
ImageVoice Replication
This power enables the user to mimic the voices of others with perfect clarity along with any manner the sound was made.
Semi-Immortality
This power enables the user to never age, and as a result, they stay young forever or at least never suffer the ravages of aging.
Holy Voice
This power enables the user to cleanse, purify, heal, or shatter, destabilize, disintegrate, stabilize living and/or non-living things by speaking/singing.
{ Likes }
β—† Strawberry Ice Cream β—† Video Games β—† Swimming β—† Cuddling β—† Reading β—† Comic books β—† Skittles β—† Animals β—† Writing β—† Photography β—† Smoothies β—† High Low Dresses β—† Her Hair β—† Youtube β—† Music β—†

Image{ Dislikes }
β—† Animal abuse β—† Reality TV β—† Bright lights β—† Being Emotionally Hurt β—† Cigarettes β—† Arguing β—† Liars β—† Cheaters β—† Paper Cuts β—† Needles β—† Sharks β—† Traffic β—† Headaches β—† Reality β—† The Color Pink β—†

{ Strengths/Talents }
β—† Incredible Singing Voice β—† Voice Projection β—† Great Listener β—† Intelligent β—† Playing the Guitar β—† Great at Persuasion β—†

{ Weaknesses }
β—† Astraphobia β—† Astraphobia β—† Melissophobia β—† Bugs β—† Silence Manipulation β—† Sound Nullification β—†

{ Personality }
Imageβ—† Virtuoso β—†
Virtuosos have a natural gift with musical instruments and are often considered the best musicians.
β—† Charismatic β—†
Charismatic people know their way around the tricks of the trade of speech. They know how to insult people to where they won't understand and they are very likable.
β—† Perfectionist β—†
Perfectionists spend more time cooking, writing or even painting, but what they eventually finish is noticeably better than something created by other people. Perfectionists accept nothing shy of perfection.
β—† Light Sleeper β—†
Light sleepers toss and turn throughout the night and are woken up by the slightest bump in the night.
β—† Romantic β—†
A person with romantic beliefs or attitudes.





{ "My duty is to my heart." }




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{ Hair Color }
A light creamy blonde that rivals crowned gold

{ Eye Color }
A nice chocolaty brown

{ Skin Color }
Peach

{ Height and Weight }
5'7 and 128 lbs.

{ Build }Image
Petite

{ Scars, Tattoos, Piercings? }
She has only a few tattoos: this, this, this and this. The piercings she has are very modest but she has a few: this and this.

{ General Clothing Style }
She can normally be seen in things like this or a combination of this and this with this and this.




{ "My heart is perfect because you are inside." }




Image{ Place of Origin }
High Waters

{ Happiest Memory }
When she was six she received a seashell shaped necklace from her family. With this seashell, she can imprison someone's voice inside, rendering them mute.

{ Saddest Memory }
After her seashell necklace was given to her, she was taken away from her family and raised in an orphanage while she never saw her family again.

So begins...

Elizabeth Padden's Story

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Della Decanay

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Della strode over to her family, and plopped down in the chair by the fireplace, the same one she had been sitting in since she was six. She talked and laughed with her family for a few hours, truly enjoying the company. After eating an entire bag of marshmallows, Della excused herself and went to bed, falling into her giant mattress without bothering to change into her pajamas.

Della awoke what seemed like a few minutes later, but she knew it had been at least eight hours. She stretched out, and suddenly stopped. She put her hands on the bed, and pushed down. She couldn't feel the ground, like she could in her bed. She slowly got up, and turned around, preparing to fight with whatever she could get her hands on. She turned around to find something, and looked down to see that she definitely wasn't wearing her clothes. She was wearing a giant sweater, and polka-dot printed shorts. Even more frightened, she climbed out of bed and crept around a corner. Not seeing anybody, she relaxed against a counter, breathing heavily. Suddenly, memories of another life, another her, came rushing into her mind. She stayed in a shocked position for what seemed like hours. Once her mental refresh was finished, she went over to what she now knew was her closet, and grabbed a random dress and some shoes. She stopped in front of the floor-length mirror to look at her outfit, and then rushed into the hallway, convincing herself that she wasn't alone. She couldn't be alone. That would mean that she had to navigate this city all alone. I have to get back. I need to find somebody to get me back, Della thought, desperation slowly taking over.

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Finn Gibbs


ImageFinn groaned, flopping face-first down onto a thin, stained mattress. Not even taking the time to throw the worn blanket over his sweaty t-shirt and grimy shorts, Finn smiled into the dusty pillow contentedly. Having taken a night shift working maintenance in one of Highwater’s many inns, Finn had been, for the last five hours, clunking around rather unskillfully in the building’s outdated boiler room, trying to understand why anyone would bother sticking with an antiquated boiler rather than just replacing it with an electric furnace like any person. After hitting the thing repeatedly with a hammer (which resulted in a number of dents), the thing finally began to work again. Finn had left the room swelling with pride, and had pretended, for the sake of his brief career as a failed technician, to know exactly what he’d been doing. Finally in bed, Finn fell asleep in a matter of minutes, exhausted from a day’s worth of manual labor.

A dreamless sleep broke away to violent rays of sunlight. Frowning and turning his head the other way, Finn squeezed his eyes tight, hoping to stay blissfully unaware of the new day just a little while longer. Suddenly, something fuzzy tickled his nose. Scrunching it, Finn forced himself to open his eyes... and let out a small yell. A blonde mane of hair that caressed a sleeping face was inches away from his own. Pushing back quickly, Finn fell off the bed with another yelp. He looked around, eyes widening as he realized that his surroundings were very different from what they were the night before. Before he could comprehend what he was seeing, Finn was hit with a sudden flash of images. Memories, of a life that was his... but wasn’t, at the same time. With his back against the loft’s wall, Finn pressed his palms into his eyes. His heart was racing. Looking back at the bed, Finn found that he recognized the sleeping figure. It was Ellie. Creeping over to where she slept, Finn stared at the girl, confused. What was going on? There was only one thing to do. Crouching beside her, only now realizing how bad he smelled, Finn poked her in the shoulder gently.

β€œEllie. Ellie, you have to wake up.”

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ImageElizabeth padded into her house after a long day of work. She didn't use her power to her advantage. Most of the time... She hummed to herself as she trodden around her house, almost resembling a mother duck but without her ducklings. She made a quick dinner of chicken and rice soup then went to clean herself. She took a long hot shower. Some might think that her hair would be straight and flat but no... The absolute mess that she called her hair poofed out just as much as it did when it was dry. She dressed and made her way around the house in a pair of shorts that had ducks all over the and especially a yellow bra. She yawned lightly then started humming again. She plopped down on her yellow sheeted bed and slowly closed her eyes.

She awoke in warmth. Covers enveloped her almost as if they were pulling her into another dimension. But little to her knowledge is that she already was in another dimension. Her blonde mane that was splattered across the entirety of her pillow and even a little of her bed mate's pillow and face. She heard incoherent mumbling after the thud on the floor. "Five more minutes." She mumbled without thinking, pulling the covers slightly over the blazing mane of gold.

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Finn Gibbs


Image"Five more minutes."

Finn felt like groaning. Typical Elizabeth. Normally, he'd leave her alone, but today wasn't exactly what he'd call normal. Frustrated, Finn looked back at the sleeping girl. He knew her, but at the same time, he didn't. This was beyond strange. "Ellie, I swear to god."

Taking a sniff, Finn was suddenly overwhelmed by how disgusting he smelled. Technician oil and sweat still clung to his shirt and skin, making him look more like a monster than a human.

"Crap, I'd better change," Finn said to himself. Grabbing a clean shirt and jeans (his, these were his clothes out of the closet), Finn headed straight to the washroom. Grimacing at his grimy face, Finn changed quickly, throwing his old clothes onto a growing pile of dirty laundry next to the bath. Turning on the sink, he scrubbed his hands clean, and then his face. Looking back up, Finn saw that he'd cleaned most of the grime off his face. It would have to do.

Looking at least a little presentable, and not exactly knowing what to expect, Finn went back to Ellie, who hadn't moved since he'd tried to nudge her awake. Once again, Finn poked her, this time a little bit more harshly and on her cheek.

"Come on, Ellie. Open your eyes for me."

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ImageAs if almost on key, the young girls eyes fluttered open, still focusing on the room around her. She looked down at the sheets. They were a crimson red, the color of passion. Wait. These weren't her sheets.... She had bright yellow, the color of a duck and the color that represented happiness and hope. She looked at the walls. They were a creamish color whereas hers were supposed to be orange. She looked at Finn and then pointed to the sheets and the walls. "what did you do while I was sleeping? How did you get in here? Bloody idiot. Couldn't have woke me to tell me that you wanted to paint my walls cream? I had it the perfect shade of orange too." She explained, moving out of the bed to look at the walls while her hand went to try to tame her lion's mane. "What's with your new little sudden bit of creativity huh?" She spoke as if nothing had happened and she was just there in her shorts and bright yellow bra, speaking in her normal thick British accent.

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"What's with your new little sudden bit of creativity huh?"Image

Finn stared at the girl, confused. "What? Ellie, no, get up. You think I did this? I don't know where the hell we are!" Finn remembered Ellie from back in Highwaters, but it had been months since he'd seen her. They'd had a few short flings, but never anything serious. Every once in a while, he would drop by. Finn was torn from his recollections by a beeping sound emitting from his alarm clock. Crap. He had a job. Since when had Finn had a steady job? With another powerful pulse of pain, flashes of a dusty library filled his head. Ew. He didn't want to go there. But a sudden sense of urgency overwhelmed him.

Finn got up from beside Ellie's bedside and started pacing the room nervously. "This is ridiculous.

Hitting the alarm clock, Finn grabbed a button down to cover his shirt. As he buttoned up, he looked back at the sleeping girl. "Ellie, I don't know what the hell is going on here, but I gotta go. Alright? I'm pretty sure you also have places to be." Finn wracked his aching mind, trying to recall whether Ellie ever really had a job. "Or maybe not."

Stepping out the door of his room, Finn ran to the kitchen and grabbed an apple from a fruit bowl in the middle. The actions were so habitual that Finn didn't even think as he did them. Whirling around to grab his coat off of the couch (he'd dropped it there the night before?) and headed towards the door. Pushing it open, Finn jogged down the hallway towards the elevator. He violently pressed at the elevator button, forcing down confusion and panic in the face of the coming day.

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ImageEllie was left there, just looking at where the man had once stood. She remembered Highwaters and that she and Finn had been together for a slight time but she had other memories. Of times with Finn that she didn't remember. The house was bigger than her small apartment with 2 bedrooms, 2 baths and an office space along with kitchen, dining and living areas with a small den. She trodded through the house after Finn had left. On the walls there were all sorts of pictures. Some were couples pictures that held Finn and herself inside. Others looked like a recollection of the past collage. You know, like one picture from every year after you were born up until you graduated? There were also diplomas and records on the walls. One of the diplomas read:

'The President, Professors and Trustees of New York University, To all persons to whom this writing may come, Greetings: Be it known that we in recognition of the successful completion of the requisite course of study in our Stienhardt School of Culture, Education, and Human Development. Music and Performing Arts Professions, by virtue of authority granted to us by charter of the State of New York do confer upon Elizabeth Marianne Padden the degree of Master of Music with all the rights, privileges and immunites thereunto appertaining. In witness whereof we have caused this Diploma to be signed by the duly authorized officers of the University and sealed with our corporate seal in the city of New York.'

She took a look at the records and they had her name on them. Apparently she was a singer song writer and that's what allowed her to afford this house... She sighed and then explored the house even more, finding her mobile phone and looking through the contacts. Mary, Rowan, Lily, Finn. Ah! Just who she was looking for. Still not dressed she rang him up on the phone.