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QueenDenise
Nicknames: Elan, Ella, El, Puffy head, Finch girl
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Ms...: Tomboy
Who I summoned: Mr. Prince Charming
Ring color: Blue
Special Talents: Athletic [so pretty much any sport], [actually pretty good] hairstylist, dancing, playing the guitar, and writing [mostly songs].
Weaknesses: Flirting, being girly, and helpless, cute things, besides that almost nothing else seems to break her.
x x x x x xLikes:
x x x x x x x x ●│activities
x x x x x x x x ●│challenge
x x x x x x x x ●│cute things
x x x x x x x x ●│jeans
x x x x x x x x ●│hats
x x x x x x x x ●│helping
x x x x x xDislikes:
x x x x x x x x ●│annoyance
x x x x x x x x ●│commands
x x x x x x x x ●│rudeness
x x x x x x x x ●│insults
x x x x x x x x ●│crying in public
x x x x x x x x ●│jealousy
Fears: Unable to help friends or feeling useless or weak.
Personality: Tomboy. Supposedly that says it all, but there is so much more to Elayne then the stereotypes give her credit for. She is definitely a stubborn cookie and challenges really get her blood boiling. However, behind the tough facade is quite the softy. Unable to master the girl codes and what not, she has hardly a clue on how to flirt, dress cutely [supposedly], or in fact wear make up. So being what society claims "girl" is rather difficult for her. She turns to her friends for advice on just about everything. She has never really been on a date. Sure, triple dates to the movies, but not 1 x 1 with a boy of any kind. Though, she's a wild thing when it comes to parties, alone with a person for so long who is of the male variety makes her squirm, but she tries to play off her bashfulness with her own witty banter and debater ways. Her mind is always going, but sometimes she knows how to turn it off and focus on the things at hand. Sports for instance, or winning. Winning isn't everything, but why not try your best while you're in the game? A personal motto of her, but not her only. She's a rough fighter and doesn't back down from those who push her buttons, or her friends. Mess with one, you've got to mess with her too. Make sure you have your first aid at hand.
History: If it were not for her friends, Elayne probably would not have survived the vicious jungle that is high school. But before we get into that, lets explain something first: Elayne lived only with boys. To be a girl in that kind of society was both a lesson learning experience and sometimes a bit depressing to see. Elayne, a year after the death of her mother and so on, would notice mothers playing with their daughters, or holding their hands, or just being with them in general. All these reminders ignited even more thoughts of the only female influence in her life that had once been right on the other side of her house's door. No longer was she there, having been taken away from this cursed planet by the incident of a car crash. You know the story, the drunk driver whammed into the car, the family weeps, and that was the end of that. Elayne never got over the scar that left. Bother emotional and physical scar; she had a scar that cut down her left arm. The glass had made quite a mess, but did not make as much of a splatter for her as it did for her mom.
Though she wished with all her might that her mother might return to her, she still had to become situated in her new life as she grew older and entered different settings that her father and big bros couldn’t understand, or handle for that matter. When she reached high school, thrusting her way through the puberty stage, she met Miss Rich Girl first. In the beginning, Elayne was a tad bit blunt with her. She never exactly judged her, but she never exactly liked her at first either. They were assigned to be lab partners in science. As the story goes the friendship mixed and eventually Elayne was introduced to the other twosome. They welcomed her with open arms and all of a sudden she was introduced to a whole world of girls that she always wanted to know about. Though she stuck with the jeans and tees she did bother to try on dresses and skirts, though they didn’t last very long. Her friends said they needed adjusting too.
One day, as she watched a mother, father and daughter hang out at the beach one day, in sync with the same time that she and her friends decided to go, she broke down crying. Hard. The sobs were completely unstoppable. However, what was different about her weeping is that she wasn’t holed up in her room. As good friends are, they surrounded her and offered advice and then let her wear herself out. Yeah, she was causing a scene, but so what, they still sat there like no one else mattered. With their help she began to work out her guilty feelings and depressing thoughts, replacing them with happy memories.
And just like that she inched her way into a better life, where she could be herself, with friends that cared and bewildering opportunities.
Anything else?: N/A
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