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Ellie Holland

"There is no sense trying, I'll just keep winning"

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a character in “More Sinned Against Than Sinning”, as played by XViolet7

Description

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Nickname(s): Elle, E & Supreme

Age: 17

Sexuality: Bisexual

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Image Appearance

Hair Color & Style: Ombre; Dark brown fading to red

Eye Color: Chocolate Brown

Skin Tone: Light Bronze

Height & Body Type: 5’9; Slim Image

Other Features: Ellie has her tongue, belly button and ears pierced. She likes to wear light makeup to compliment her best features such as her eyes and lips. She typically wears black eyeliner with mascara and neutral colored lip gloss.

Style: Ellie isn’t much of a fashionista, if it looks comfy she’ll wear it. It takes a lot to get her into a dress, she’d rather be wearing ripped jeans and a simple tee or sweatpants and baggy hoodie. She’s basically married to her black leather jacket, it’s rare to see her without it.


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Image Personality

Perfect? Why yes…at least according to reputation. Ellie has maintained straight A’s in school all her life, she plays on almost every sports team and is captain of the volleyball squad. She’s as glamorous as they come considering her families wealth. With a smile constantly on her face along with her endless knowledge of the business world, she is perceived as fascinating and the girl to watch out for.

Ellie only speaks when spoken too, she is polite, honest and considerate at least that’s what they say. Dig in a little deeper and the truth will surface. Ellie bullshits almost everything, lies are her specialty and politeness only goes so far.

She’s constantly rolling her eyes in the back of her head and mocking those she deems incompetent. She presents herself as ‘above’ everyone. She’s a typical mean girl with a perfect mask to hide it. She flirts her way in and out of any situation, she's charismatic and charming.

With her close group of friends Ellie loves to gossip, spread rumors and scheme.

Everyone sees her as a "good girl" but get on the inside and the exact opposite is what she truly is.


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Likes & Hobbies

● Volleyball ● Swimming ● Soccer ● Rugby ● Gaming ● Scheming ● Romantic Comedies ● Martinis ● Gossiping ● Ice Cream ● Roses ● Pranking ● Boating ● Lattes ● Writing ● Goofing Off ● Payback ● Winning ● Competitions ● Autumn ● Coaching ● Biking ● Bubble Baths ● Lying ● Daydreaming ●




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Image Fears

Ellie fears heights due to an unfortunate childhood event. Her sister, Andy, as the town knows passed away after she and Ellie were crossing an old bridge in a forest a couple miles out of town. A wooden board collapsed beneath Andy’s feet dropping her a couple hundred feet. Since then Ellie avoids heights.
Ellie fears her success in school, sports and eating disorder will surface. She has many secrets and does her best to keep them covered.

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Secrets

Well isn’t this a surprise? The perfect sweetheart is not so perfect. Are drugs the reason for her success in sports? Does she pay someone off to do her homework? Does she cheat at every exam? Life under pressure sure is rough so rough that food is impossible to keep down. At the end of the day everything consumed will be thrown up. How does she remain so fit? Well it doesn’t go without being faint…that’s for sure.

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Media, paparazzi and the front page. Let’s say Ellie’s life didn’t go unnoticed. Being born into a family of wealth and philanthropy sure is challenging. Her parent’s started many charities, built homes and schools in Africa and have provided adequate support for state senators.

The curious eyes of the town have loved keeping up with the family. Their family motto was “all press is good press” but that came to an end five years ago when poor miss Andy fell off a bridge. Rumors erupted claiming her death was a set up. Since the incident Ellie’s parents have kept busy, creating even more charities and going on countless trips. Their expectations of Ellie arose to a great extent expecting nothing short of perfection.

Andy did not go out without leaving her mark. She was the top student, the top athlete and the most charitable young girl. Ellie had to compete her whole life. She did whatever to gain her parents attention but winning and being on the front page on numerous occasions was disregarded.

Andy was the superstar and most beloved child in the family and even after death her parents always say “can’t you be more like Andy?”

It’s no wonder such pressure of perfection took a toll her Ellie. An eating disorder, lies and cheats is what has become of the once innocent. It’s a good thing image and reputation is key or else she’d be screwed.

So begins...

Ellie Holland's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Beatrice Candor Character Portrait: Sam Hawkins Character Portrait: Ellie Holland Character Portrait: Asher Costello Character Portrait: Charlie Reynolds
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He smiled at her offer. "Thanks, Bea, it means a lot. But unless I get stupid drunk, I think I'd prefer to be alone for a bit. Time to think and all that," he replied.

At her explanation, he just nodded. Nobody seemed to be having an easy time of it lately, and he figured that they should just go and deal with Ellie now. As he got upstairs, he went straight for the vodka, pouring himself a double shot and downing it in one. It was only then he sat down, staring at Ellie. He didn't say anything in response to her apology- not that he needed to. She just kept talking- and as she did so, he slowly forgot his dislike for her.

"Well," he said as he finished. "That's some crazy shit right there. Tyler's been acting weird as fuck lately anyway, though- even I've heard about his little... episode at the gala," he said, shrugging a little as he undid his jacket. As weird as he now felt exposing his neck, he didn't want to be sitting there in a jacket and scarf until he got drunk enough to not care. He zipped up his hoodie as far as it would go and adjusted the hood to cover as much of the bruising as possible.

"I dunno what to say, Ellie, that's a hell of a story. Have the police come to talk to you? Wait, that's a stupid question, they've spoken to everyone."


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She nodded in response to his question. "Yeah, that'd be great, thanks. I mean, they could have moved away- my mom just said she knew that they were here for a while."

She grinned at him, popping a piece of brownie into her mouth. "How about this afternoon for that tour? I mean, if you're not doing anything. I was just planning on binge-watching Netflix in my room for a few hours," she said. She knew that going to the hospital and doing a tour of the town was probably pushing her limits a bit- but that was a problem for future Charlie.

"But like I said, if you're busy, we can do it some other time."

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Character Portrait: Beatrice Candor Character Portrait: Sam Hawkins Character Portrait: Ellie Holland Character Portrait: Asher Costello Character Portrait: Charlie Reynolds
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      "Well, I'll check it out for you- you never know hey?" He told her with a friendly smile, looking over at her calmly. He couldn't lie to himself, he was kind of concerned about why Charlie had been at the hospital today and also if she'd ask him why he was there but he just tried to push it out of mind. He wouldn't ever ask her, it'd be brash, bold, improper and impolite amongst over things. So he kept his wanderings to himself and just retained that casual grin of his the whole while.

      He sat picking at his own food but found himself increasing reluctant to eat the cake; his Coach was constantly telling him about how diet was equally important to his skill, persistence, fitness and training. He wasn't even sure how much he wanted it by this point, so he picked at it dopily whilst he attentively listened to her speak. "This afternoon? Why that works for me; I'd only end up training or something stupid anyway, it'd be nice to break the habit. I'm not busy at all, I'd be honoured," He told her with bright eyes and a consistently daring and confident smile.








      "Well if you need anything cooked meal, company, an ear, a shoulder to cry on or a pot buddy you know I'm around," She told him gently leaving it all at that before they returned upstairs.

      She listened to Ellie and struggled to keep shock, fear and concern stained her expression with every word that passed her lips, the images only ever became more vivid. She tried to think about it, it was terrible but the true tragedy was that it made so much sense. She couldn't stand the thought, she really couldn't but when everything added like it did there was no way Bea could try and brush this away or pull the wool over Ellie's eyes by saying she was over reacting or anything.

      "Shit Ellie, when you said trouble I thought you meant teen pregnancy or some shit- not anything like this. And I'm not saying I don't believe you but you've gotta see this is a huge, huge conspiracy theory you've got going on here right? And I really hope you're wrong but if you're right- you need to do something big and fast. Well not seriously a big reaction but something to protect yourself," She mumbled anxiously, baling her sleeve up in her hand and holding it to her mouth, chewing a little on her thumb nail out of anxiety.

      She held the key to her drawers in her hands, holding it softly between her fingers of her free hand and fiddling with it absent minded, not even aware of performing the action but somehow the feeling of that familiar cold metal was assuring and comforting whilst she tried to take on board everything Ellie was saying. It was so hard to comprehend and believe- then there was also the fact that she couldn't relax with people in her house, especially up here there could be clues anywhere in her bedroom about her life style, syringes, pills, joints, lighters, faux prescriptions- most of the things were kept in her locked drawer but despite this, she still feared something would make her issues known. Whether it be her environment or the scars on her flesh, it was too hard to keep quiet and she was praying they wouldn't think anything of the collection of bottles behind the trap door, when the door was up you couldn't see the empty bottles stacked up behind it but she was still spooked.

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Character Portrait: Beatrice Candor Character Portrait: Sam Hawkins Character Portrait: Ellie Holland Character Portrait: Asher Costello Character Portrait: Alby Johnson Character Portrait: Charlie Reynolds
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"I'd say go to the police, but yeah... that mightn't be the best idea, not if you want to keep it a secret," he replied cuttingly. "And besides, they're corrupt as fuck here," he added. Bea's anxiety hadn't gone unnoticed, and he couldn't help but think that it wasn't just because of Ellie's story. Something was going on in her life, just like in all of their lives.

"Tell you what- I'm going to order some pizza, because drinking straight vodka on an empty stomach isn't good for any of us, and you're both like skeletons. I'll be back in a minute," he said, standing up and heading for the trap door. Something caught the light and his attention as he ducked down onto the steps, but he didn't pay too much attention to it.

As he unlocked his phone, a new message caught his attention. His heart missed a few beats as he saw who it was from. Alby. He typed out a reply as fast as he could.

To: Alby
"I'm over at Bea's, but I can get over to yours if you need me to."


His hands were still shaking as he called his preferred pizza place, and even almost messed up the order. Was Alby finally out? Was he okay?


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His smile was incredibly endearing, and Charlie found herself smiling back at him without even thinking about it. "Awesome," she said, popping another bit of brownie into her mouth. She raised an eyebrow at him picking at his cake. "Changed your mind? Seriously, one bit of cake won't completely disrupt your schedule. Especially not with having to put up with me for the whole afternoon," she teased. It was only as she went to take a mouthful out of her shake that she realised she was getting a nosebleed. "Fuck," she muttered to herself, before flashing a grin at Ash and standing up. "Excuse me for a bit," she said, pressing a napkin to her nose as she headed for the bathroom. Typical- all morning in the hospital without anything, and now it was all starting to kick off.