[ Full Name/Alias ] Eleanora Judy McFadden [Possible Nickname ] Ellie, Nora, Ells-bells, Poppy, whatever else[ Age ] Seventeen ( 17 )[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ]~ May 11~ Verona~ 3.14[ Gender ] Female[ Orientation ] Straight as a ruler[ Appearance ][ Hair Pigmentation ] A rather plain brown colour highlighted with various blondes that cascades down her back and nears the indents of her curves; she usually wears it down with some kind of braid intertwined within the strands. She tends to consider it as her mane, it pretty much expresses her mood, really. When she's stressed, it's up and kept away from her face, when she's happy, it's down and flowing with her every move.[ Iris Pigmentation ] A simple hazel, not seeming to be able to choose between green or brown and so it varies from her clothing to her mood. Mostly it's when she's upset, will they turn more brown than anything.[Height ] 5'7”[ Personality ]First thing's first, there isn't much that can set Ellie off, she's quite the laid back and reasonable person; everything has a reason and everyone has their stories, there isn't much to judge from there if the truth is given. Truth. There's nothing better in another human being than honesty; what friendship beginning with a lie stays strong until the end? None. For the blonde, lying is the absolute worst sin someone can commit. Moving on to lighter things, aside from her peculiar beliefs, Eleanora is a tremendously sweet girl, always willing to lend a hand wherever it's needed, not expecting anything in return. Being a social creature by nature, she likes getting to know those around her without actually pressing into the personal details of their lives. Do be aware that she tends to be rather pushy, becoming quite the defiant little one when things don't go as she had planned. On top of that, jealousy is no stranger to Ellie, not that she expresses it through words but her actions speak much louder than whatever leaks past her lips.When it comes to stressful events, Nora handles those sort of situations like a champ; she remains level-headed and finds a way not to drive those she loves haywire by simply maintaining her presence. Perhaps it's because she doesn't enjoy imposing her problems on others, in fear that she'll be judged or others will step out of their way in order to help her; she knows she doesn't have much money to begin with and when it comes to repaying someone (which she feels obliged to do), it leaves her quite worried it won't be enough, whatever she does.As cool as a cucumber, Ellie's most natural state is one of pure smiles and awaiting laughs. She's naturally the type of girl that always has a smile plastered on their face, a carefree aura radiating from every part of her heart. Being a chicken, her options are limited when it comes to having fun. Heights? Over her dead body. Roller-coasters? Not unless you strap her down in it. [ History ]Born and raised with the help of two, very loving parents, it's safe to assume that little Ellie's childhood worked out for the better. Elementary school flew by with hardly no problems, she made lots of friends and it was during those years that she had come to realise that she would never be able to be alone, she depended on her friends to keep her in their heart, never to let her go. Unfortunately, it was just that. She tried too hard to be liked by everyone, it only backfired at the start of junior high. The lot of her friends had gone off on trips during the summer of sixth grade meanwhile Eleanora had stayed back with her parents and little brother. She spent the entire summer managing a small lemonade stand and volunteering at an animal shelter, where she was sure she had discovered her passion. Upon starting the first junior year, not much had changed with her, but it seemed as if everyone else had; Tracey's lashes suddenly had grown longer, an interesting purple rested on her lids and her rosy cheeks replaced her usual blanched ones. Lots of her friends had done the same, their own variations added. As for Ellie, she stayed with her plaid shirt and usual braids, blue eyes still held whatever they did back in elementary. She had approached her peer and took notice that there were strangers amongst them, and one look at Eleanora and it had been the end of that. Her friends turned their girls shoulders, leaving the girl lying in the dust.Having spent the rest of her Junior years partly alone (there was the occasional friend that never lasted), Poppy decided that high school would change everything. She picked up her act, bought feminine appliances and threw her wardrobe away, only to replace it with skirts and dresses. Her attitude had gone from caring and humble, to bitchy and insensitive.Such phase didn't last long.Late at night, a few years later, she had been singing in this karaoke place and it just so happened that some sort of producer was there and little had she knows – eyes were on her that night. She had gotten lucky and the local people – her friends and at time lover mostly – had demanded an encore, which only proved her to be worth a shot. After the uncalled performance, Ben, the producer, had approached her with a proposition of a lifetime. Within a few weeks, she was up and gone and it was unfortunate to bear the loss of her significant one but it had been for the better...or so that is what he had claimed, anyway. No matter, as of right now, it's a hard road for Eleanora and her manager but they're doing their best and if doing their best includes getting involved in a press relationship, then so be it. It's a good thing the relationship is mutual and only for the cameras; she's staying focused on writing and recording music all the while doing her best to play her part in an engagement that'll only last as long as it's needed for her to gain more fame and for his image to die down a little. Simple enough.[ Family ]Elisa McFadden ~ MotherPhilip Smith ~ FatherCarl Smith ~ Little Brother[ To be Noted ]
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