BRENNAN, Eleanor Rose

[breezy]

ELEANOR ROSE BRENNAN !?
'I am raw
A dinosaur, but I will never be extinct
So don’t mess with me
I’ll knock you down'

FULL NAME Eleanor Rose Brennan
NICKNAMES Ella
AGE 20
GENDER Female
BIRTHDAY March 10th
SPECIES Witch
ALLIANCE Neutral
SEXUALITY Heterosexual

PLAY-BY Emmy Rossum
EYES Violet and almond-shaped
HAIR A chocolate brown that falls in thick curls
BODY TYPE Slim and petite
HEIGHT 5’2”
WEIGHT 117 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Ella wears a constant smile that can be worn during inappropriate moments causing others to feel unease.
STYLE On most occasions Ella can be seen wearing dark jeans, a plain purple t-shirt and an ebony, leather jacket if the weather is chilly enough; though Ella is sensitive to the cold and it isn’t strange for her to be bundled up in the early summer. She isn’t a fan of jewelry and will from time to time sport a simple necklace or a pair of stud earrings. She’s horrible in heels and avoids them at all costs; instead she’ll slip on a pair of sneakers or flats. By no means is she a fashionista and often she is behind on the latest trends.

LIKES At least 10.

• Cats
  
• Apple cider
  
• Summer/nature/climbing trees
  
• Rock/metal music
  
• People/chatting
  
• “Solving” problems or other dilemmas
  
• Fire/warmth/blankets
  
• Horror movies
  
• Books/reading
  
• Sleep
  

DISLIKES At least 10.

• Loud noises
  
• Romance novels/movies (unless they’re comedic)
  
• Rap/country western
  
• Fashion magazines
  
• Salons/nail polish
  
• Spiders
  
• Work/getting up early
  
• Dull colors
  
• Heights
  
• Oatmeal/squash/anything green (except for candy or ice cream)
  

STRENGTHS At least 4.

• Intelligent
  
• Speedy (nothing unnatural, fast by human standards)
  
• Observant
  
• Resourceful
  

WEAKNESSES At least 4.

• Quick to anger
  
• Brewing potions
  
• Using magic
  
• Psychic abilities (sudden visions or tapping into the future gives her head aches and sometimes a case of motion sickness)
  

HABITS At least 3.

• Running a hand through her hair
  
• Sitting down in the middle of wherever she may be and chewing on her nails (when in thought)
  
• Smiling continuously
  

FEARS At least 3.

• Water
  
• Spiders
  
• Death/the unknown
  
• Iron
  

DESIRES At least 1

• To find a way to rid herself of her powers; Ella figures she’s terrible at them anyways and is more human than witch to begin with. Also is sampling every flavor of ice cream known to man considered a true desire?
  

SECRETSAt least 1

• Her true emotions are normally kept under lock and key; especially with how she felt concerning her mother’s death. It’s a subject no one should dare delve into.
  

OVERALL
Ella (if you were to ever make the mistake of Eleanor you’d have a strike in her book) appears infinitely happy with a smile that rarely ever fades from her lips (some have said if she frowns a puppy dies). Her eyes are wide but a sparkle of verdict shines through causing those around her to feel uncomfortable. She likes to laugh and have fun, and enjoys meeting new people and exploring vast places. She comes off as childish, poking her nose into other people’s business and bluntly stating her opinion without so much as a second thought to the feelings of others. She’s full of energy and bounces around. Normally depicted as a lazy, cheerful, and eccentric young woman Ella is quite deceptively sly when warranted. She plays the card of naivety when in truth not much slips past her watchful eye. She has an incredibly high IQ but is often portrayed as senseless because of her animated and sloth-like nature.

She uses idle chatter and feigned ignorance as a means of throwing off opponents. She likes to lite a fire underneath her enemies and provokes them by a mocking and outward display of ‘concern.’ Ella likes to push and pull through childish taunts until her adversary breaks. At times she can come off as somewhat skewed as though her head wasn’t screwed on tight enough, but it’s all a carefully planned act. Underneath her clown-like mask is a serious woman intent on gaining what she wants no matter the cost. A major flaw in her façade is her lack of control. Ella gives in easily to temptation (usually with sweets and pastry treats), but her anger is a force of great power. She is easily irritated/annoyed/bored. Her wrath leaves a wake of destruction; quite literally as her powers tend to make objects explode at random when Ella is raging. Ella is emotionally immature, things that should bother her don’t and things that bother her shouldn’t. It’s hard to earn her trust, but when given she is quite loyal despite how she may seem. Likewise she doesn’t trust others without being shown their genuine allegiance which is a difficult feat.

MOTHER Diana Renee Brennan (Wilkes), deceased
FATHER Gregory Marshall Brennan, 52
SIBLINGS None
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE None save for a black cat named Pookie.
ETHNICITY Caucasian
WEALTH STATUS Lower middle class
OVERALL
Ella was born to Gregory and Diana Brennan; her father was a warlock and her mother a witch. Throughout much of her life Diana struggled with severe depression. It worsened just before and after Ella’s birth but when a year had passed she began to settle back into her normal self. Gregory worked as a journalist for the city’s paper and would write at home to help Diana care for Ella. Diana had a difficult time focusing her attention on any one thing and had worked various jobs before the birth of her daughter, after which she concluded to devote her energy on her young child. When Ella was seven the couple formed a rift in their relationship; bills were piling up and with the worsening economy and lack of college education Diana found herself continuously jobless and lacking the ability to pay for a college education without using the savings set aside for Ella. Despite everything her parents always showered Ella with love and attempted teaching her more on the magic she possessed; but things never went according to plan. Potions always blew up on Ella and she would become so frustrated that the glass windows would shatter. Eventually her mother insisted that they stop their instructions or else risk burning the entire apartment complex down to the ground.

Ella busied herself with her school work; she loved math and science and liked solving ‘the puzzles’ of numbers and equations. In music class she learned to play the violin and often played with her plastic one at home; though the sound was less than sweet. At age nine Ella and Gregory lost Diana who had committed suicide after having slipped back into a bout of depression. Gregory kept himself strong for his daughter and sent her to a psychiatrist, worried about the effects of her mother’s traumatic death. But Ella was surprisingly calm throughout her sessions and would talk often of school. Now a single parent Gregory poured his energy into work, using it as a sort of therapy to ease his troubled mind, but his writing worsened and grew weak. He was eventually fired and replaced by someone younger. Desperate he applied everywhere for another journalist occupation but was not hired; he took to working as a janitor at a local Hilton Hotel.

Much to Gregory’s financial relief Ella garnered high marks in her school work and was awarded a free ride through college. She graduated at the top of her class. As soon as she could Ella flew out of the apartment she shared with her father and used the money originally stored for her college tuition to purchase an apartment near campus after having thirsted so long for independence. She and her father have a very odd relationship; after her mother’s death Ella took to calling her father ‘Greg’ instead of Dad and the habit has since stuck.

NAME/ALIAS Breezy
AGE 18
TIME ZONE Eastern
HOW YOU FOUND US Creeping from site to site, I believe I noticed the link on a post-potter rp?
OTHER CHARACTERS None :3
RP SAMPLE

Elijah’s ears prickled at his mother’s use of his full name. He twitched slightly, knowing it to be reserved for when at her wit’s end, which as it currently stood, she was nearing. Guilt bubbled within the pit of his stomach, he was making her worry and his reluctance to ‘spill the beans’ was only adding to her frustration. But what was he to do? His mental state had gone up in a tizzy; loose strands of logic were fraying allowing his thoughts to unravel in an erratic heap. Could he really just spit it all out? Elijah’s mouth opened slightly but choked on the words, they simply would not budge past his esophagus. His tongue flopped pitifully drying up and he coughed turning and spluttering into the safety of his shoulder blade. In an attempt to scrap up a bit of dignity Elijah growled, “I don’t have to tell anyone anything! It doesn’t matter if dad’s here or not, I’m not talking!”

It was perhaps the biggest lie of the century. If her body so much as shifted in the direction of the door Elijah would have sprang from his bed and into her arms. His was father was the last person Elijah wanted to know about his problem. He’d rather blurt the truth to Isaac in the midst of the Great Hall than to have to privately confess to Fabien. Sometimes things felt so off balance within Elijah’s head, as though all reason was beyond his reach just grazing the tips of his fingers. Dipping his head, he peeled back the covers from his legs and sat pretzel-style on the mattress. It was now or never, he thought, replaying possible scenarios within his brain; his mother’s various reactions flashed like a movie in his mind’s eye distressing already scattered nerves.

“If you tell me what the problem is we can tackle it together, is it something you’ve done?”

The sentenced cleaved heavily at his mind, like a butcher would meat. Elijah’s heart was a gross monstrosity capable of a very wrong type of love. Had he done anything? No. Could it be fixed with a mother’s affectionate support? Never.

“You know I love you no matter what. I always will. I can’t help it I’m your mother. I couldn’t stop loving you even if I tried I’m afraid so please just tell me what’s bothering you.”

The desperation that bled from between her syllables was enough to shatter his outer walls; every emotion and pent-up frustration leaked between the cracks as Elijah was drained and pooled beside her feet. His chin quivered; damn how much he loved his mother and damn how she could see straight through his indifferent façade. With heavy, tear-brimmed eyes Elijah peered up towards his mother mouth agape, the oxygen trailing out from his lungs. He gurgled, unable to manage a sound. Instead he shut his oral cavity, deciding to allow his vocals a momentary rest while he fought back the emotional demons that struck at him. Elijah noticed the color evaporate from her cheeks. He blinked, mystified. Then it clicked. Leaving his despair aside for a brief minute he practically shouted, “This has nothing whatsoever to do with girls, I swear! It’s quite the opposite really.”

His chest rose and fell with dog-like pants. Funny how one awkward moment was dodged by yet another smacking him right between the nose. Elijah combed his fingers through dark locks, giving his mum a weary glance as he heaved a sigh. It took a while for him to compose himself, not that there was a state he could calmly go back to. Of course he reverted from a conduct of flustered shock to sad humiliation. His surprise soon wore to shame and it was near impossible for Elijah to swallow back the salty liquid that threatened to spill from his lids. The world went silent save for the rapid thrumming of his heart.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Through a strangled gasp he coughed, “I had to stop it. It’s completely unnatural, it isn’t right. It’s why I won’t talk to Bryce, I can’t look at him without…well, you know…stirrings of sorts. And I can’t tell dad because he’s a man and men don’t like other men in that sort of way unless their…queer. And I told myself it was just a stupid phase, I was curious, that it was nothing serious. But it was lie. I’m not right. I’m sick.” The words would not cease tumbling from between his parted lips. Elijah was on a roll and it was quite literally pouring all over Charity. “And I don’t want to tell anyone because I don’t want you to be ashamed of me. It’s terrible, the shame. I don’t want it… And I don’t want…I don’t want to be gay! But I am mum. I’m gay.”

Elijah choked, ice-blue eyes wide in fear. The tears fell onto the back of his hands that gripped the sheets. Game over.

[JURATE]