Post by ELEANOR HOBBS on Apr 8, 2013 16:19:35 GMT -5
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[/b], yep so please call me that from now on. i've got ELEVEN birds flying round my head and they don't half get annoying but when you've been around for TWENTY-FOUR years you get used to it. have you heard about NO ONE, 'cause they are right awesome so don't mess with me, 'cause i've read the rules and i say HELLO THERE!. so read my application yo!?! kthxbi.[/div][/ul][/blockquote][/size]
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FULL NAME!?! - Eleanor Marion Hobbs
NICK NAMES!?! - Miss. Hobbs
AGE!?! - Nineteen
OCCUPATION!?! - Lady in Waiting
MEMBER GROUP!?! - Human
RELIGION!?! Paganism
MAGIC!?! - Regeneration
SEXUALITY!?! - Heterosexual
GENDER!?! - Female
PLAYED BY!?! - Imogen Poots
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LIKES!?! -THE CASTLE GARDENS - More than anything she considers it the only place in the whole of Noredge where she is able to collect her thoughts and spend time in self-reflection. She feels at ease amongst the natural splendor of the earth, and so often retreats to the courtyard and gardens when she simply needs to escape the oppressive stone walls and the dishonesty of her fraudulent lifestyle, even if only for a brief while. This is also where she chooses to hone and perfect her skill as an magic user, though she is careful to remain in the more secluded area of the gardens for this purpose.
PRINCESS CELANDINE - Although she may have initially felt indignant at the prospect of serving as a maid for the youngest Ostlea princess, Eleanor has since come to genuinely care for the girl, and dotes upon her as much as she does her own sisters. Upon discovering the treachery and misdeeds within the castle, she has become understandably protective of Celandine and would do anything to ensure her well-being, though she does balk at the thought of having the princess discover her darker secrets and must take careful precautions so that that does not happen.
THE RORRET IDEOLOGY - She has lent a great deal of her faith in the Rorret, as well as in the man who leads them. As an underground rebellion, they have already managed to infiltrate the castle and disperse their spies amongst the upper-class, an impressive feat indeed considering the swiftness and proficiency with which they accomplished it. They fight for the justice and honor that has since been seeped from the land around them, and will no longer tolerate the presence of the mafia within their homeland.
DRAGONS AND ELVES - Though moreso Dragons, she's been fascinated with these isolated creatures since she was a young girl; likely due to the wondrous tales her father used to tell to lull her to sleep. She sympathizes with their plight and understands why they have chosen to disconnect themselves from humankind, thereby distancing themselves from the mortals' petty squabbles. Sometimes she wonders at the possibility of having unknowingly interacted with a Dragon in its human form, and marvels at their ability to make the transition between forms at will.
RISK AND ADVENTURE - Eleanor believes that a life should be lived to its fullest potential, and has also since come to realize that her own was not nearly wrought with enough excitement to justify calling it 'fulfilled'. Granted, her family means everything to her, but somewhere within herself she realized that she was meant for something more. She supposes that such yearning was ultimately what convinced her to join the Rorret group, though she has - during the course of things - paused to wonder whether it was the right choice, becoming mixed up in all of the politics.
HERBALISM - It's something that her mother had begun teaching her when she was still very young, though never completed their lessons as she passed away unexpectedly. Because Eleanor always exhibited such competency with plants and herbs, it proved a worthwhile distraction from the tediousness of her childhood. She has since begun studying the art on her own time, and is in fact a talented young Healer. She takes pride in the fact that it is a skill more than an ability, and something she had to learn as opposed to it being a gift she was simply imbued with.
DISLIKES!?! -COSA NOSTRA - The very group that she and the Rorret hope to abolish. Their goals and methods are very much illegal and take full advantage of the less fortunate. They've also managed to swindle the King himself, more or less coercing him under their influence to cloud his young and impressionable mind. They stand for everything that Eleanor herself detests, and so she'll do whatever is in her power to see them brought to justice.
SICKNESS - It's something of a fear of hers, when her younger siblings develop even so much as a cough. She becomes paranoid and is immediately reminded of the plague that so quickly and mercilessly stole their mother and father from them. She can still smell the decay as the illness had desecrated the bodies, burning through them from the inside. It had been slow and painful, and the memory haunts her to this day. It is also why she decided to pursue her studies as a Healer, hoping that perhaps her proficiency with medicinal herbs and remedies might someday help to save someone's life.
LIARS AND COWARDICE - Namely, anyone who has embroiled themselves in politics for a purely selfish or morally-skewed reason. She won't tolerate being made a fool and will make it a point to confront someone she feels is being intentionally dishonest with her. Some might consider her a hypocrite for the very fact that her entire life at this point is a fraud. Still, she takes comfort in the fact that her intentions are purely noble and that she would never sell someone short of mislead them for her own conceited purposes.
KING CYPRIAN - To be fair, her dislike of the man doesn't necessarily stem from the fact that she thinks him to be an incapable leader. At least not entirely. She simply considers him too young and naive and too easily controlled to be fit to sit on the throne at this point in time. He rules with the belief that a King does as his likes with no one to oppose him, and completely forgets that he has his own duty to his people. She has also found herself appalled by the neglect he shows his family, specifically his children, convinced that he needs to become a more frequent presence in their lives. Of course, she would never suggest such a thing aloud.
SOOTHSAYERS AND SORCERERS - Eleanor finds them incredibly disconcerting and often doesn't believe half of what they say. Many of them eventually come to crave influence and glory, or are driven mad by the after-effects of their abilities or over-exerting themselves. In her opinion, they pose more of a risk than any other known magic users and should be forced to undergo strict training so that they can come to better understand and respect the immense power with which they have been gifted.
DESTRUCTION - Especially so if it pertains to the earth and surrounding foliage and wildlife. Her only real ability thrives on the bounty nature provides, which also means she shares an innate connection with it. She resents the destruction being wrought upon the forests as they're burned in battle or cut down to make way for expansions on the city. It causes a deep disturbance within her and for these reasons, she abhors war and has since reverted to Paganism.
GOALS!?! -VICTORY FOR THE RORRET - She fights for the freedom of the people, to bring the notorious Cosa Nostra to justice and to see the Kingdom ruled by a fair, just and unbiased leader. If they are unable to accomplish this, she fears that it will bring Noredge to ruin.
TO PROTECT HER FAMILY - Her first priority is keeping her siblings safe. One could argue that by joining the underground rebellion she has managed to do that, though she could never bring herself to tell any of them the truth behind her frequent absences. She simply wants for them to be safe, and will do or sacrifice anything to ensure their well-being.
FEARS!?! -LOSING HER FAMILY - Whether from famine, illness or from war, her greatest fear to be sure is facing death of any member of her family. Suffice it to say, it would end her, and would rest on her conscience until her death. This would be especially so if they were to come to harm as a result of her participation in the rebellion. To word it simply, she would be unable to forgive herself.
PERSONAL FAILURE - Specifically in terms of as guardian to the Princess, to her family and as a contributing member of the Rorret. She puts forth a full effort in everything that she does, and so would be devastated if she failed the people that she serves so loyally and with such fervor.
STRENGTHS!?! -
RESOURCEFUL
PERCEPTIVE
CHARITABLE
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WEAKNESS!?! -
AGGRESSIVE
SPONTANEOUS
DISTRUSTING
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OVERALL!?! -
In this world, there are many people who are born knowing hardship. They emerge into their lives unequipped to handle the grief and the suffering that is cast so heedlessly upon them, and without so much as a forewarning. It's an injustice that often preys upon the already less-fortunate. Some learn to the live with it, some choose to resent it. Eleanor Hobbs, however, has chosen to fight it. By sheer will and determination, she spends each day coming to terms with the dilemmas she and her siblings face. Dilemmas such as how to single-handedly feed four young children, how to dress them and care for them and offer them a life that is not governed by misery or unhappiness. She fights to keep them safe and warm, and does so without guidance or assistance or complaint. There is no question that she sometimes doubts her own capabilities, or that she wonders how much longer her faith and perseverance will hold out. More often than not she finds herself exhausted and worn down, falling apart at the seams without anyone to pull her together. And yet she carries on, her father's ambition strong within her even so long after his passing. She understands that she cannot flounder now, else her parents' deaths would have been in vain. For they sacrificed everything to keep their family whole. If she failed them now, her entire existence would prove meaningless. There is a sincerity about the girl that differentiates her from others, as though the meaning of being selfish and working solely to serve one's own ambitions is lost on her. Her intentions are noble, and it is obvious she is prepared to make any sacrifice to ensure the well-being of her loved ones.
This isn't to say she is without her own faults of course. As a human being, she is riddled with insecurities and uncertainty. Her single priority is to care for her four younger siblings. This alone has caused her to adopt a narrow-mindedness that prevents her from contemplating the future. She is only concerned about the here and now, and as a result has set aside many of her own dreams to concentrate on filling the role of a parent. Her youthfulness and optimism have also faded, leaving her seeing the evilness in all things as opposed to the good. She has become shrewd and distrusting, unsociable unless it's called for and more or less isolated unless she's in the company of her brothers and sisters. It's as though she's lost the ability to forge and maintain friendships, severing most ties and keeping her head down. Her life revolves around her work and earning enough pay to sustain herself. Anything else is considered a frivolity and a waste of time; time that she does not have at her disposal to waste. She does not delude herself into thinking that she may somehow stumble across a bit of luck, or enchant a passing nobleman who might sweep her off of her feet. She has nothing to offer anyone outside of her dedication and quick wit. Not to mention the fact that she tends to become quite indignant when someone points out the fact that she'll never amount to anything in life, especially not if she continues to reject the advances of men. Her opinion in terms of marriage is a strong and unrelenting one. She rises to her own defense in light of such remarks, insisting that she's managed to hold her own for this length of time. What could a man possibly have to offer her that she hasn't been able to work for, for herself?
Serving the Princess Celandine however, has helped to rouse the softer and more tender facets of Eleanor's otherwise sober personality. She supposes it amounts to the fact that she is able to spend time quietly looking after the girl without fearing that she won't have enough to eat, or that she'll catch cold during the night. The youngest Ostlea lives in luxury and is well protected by her personal guards. In this respect, all Eleanor truly has to worry about is ensuring the little Princess is properly dressed, groomed and entertained. Everyone else will take care of the rest. In fact, it's become almost an escape of sorts, as she grows accustomed to the plush seats and ginger tea in the afternoon before a stroll through the gardens. Eleanor could never indulge in such things outside of the castle, and so she finds herself grateful for the position she was offered. Unfortunately, returning home always serves as a grim reminder that the fairytale is only a temporary reprieve and that there are always more pressing matters awaiting her attention.
While she presents herself as the doting and tireless provider in the face of the public however, Eleanor becomes an entirely different person when amongst the Rorret and her involvement with them. She sheds her warm-hearted, gentle persona and exudes a confident and uncompromising attitude. She speaks with her head held high, and in a tone that commands respect from her fellow rebels. Granted, she is just as obedient, but not in any subservient or docile way. Instead, she acts as a contributing member of the underground group and speaks her opinion where it is due, not when it is asked for. It is a remarkable contrast, and one wouldn't believe unless they witnessed it themselves. What is most interesting, is that this separation of personalities it not feigned in any way. Both represent who she is as an individual. She simply can't afford to draw attention to herself by fusing them. Parading about as the harmless country-girl during the day ensures that her alliance with the Rorret remains inconspicuous. It's merely unfortunate that she isn't able to confide in her siblings every aspect of her double life. More than anything, she hates having to lie to them. But has accepted that - in the grand scheme of things - it is for their protection.
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[/size]EYES!?! - Almond-shaped, heavily lashed and a soft blue-green.
HAIR!?! -Very long and curled. Often pinned back away from her face for the sake of practicality. It tends to become lighter in the summer seasons, and darkens to a dishwater blonde during winter.FACE!?! -Fey-like and delicate, with high arching cheekbones and sharp angles.BODY!?! - Of average height and weight.
UNUSUAL!?! -Aside from several minor scars earned while working, she bears no unusual markings.
OVERALL!?! -Eleanor may share an uncanny resemblance to her mother, but none can claim she boasts the same striking beauty. Instead, there is a demure and unassuming quality about the girl that makes her approachable. It's easy to recognize the telltale mark of hard work that she has had to endure throughout the course of her young life. Faded remnants of scars litter her arms and her hands seem forever calloused. Thin lines have already begun to gather at the corner of her eyes, and - until she began serving inside of the castle - her clothes had often been wrought with dirt and grime. It doesn't rouse any sense of resentment for her to know that there lies no comparison between herself and the fancy courtiers that saunter about court. Where their features are aristocratic and their bearing regal, she is faded and unremarkable in every aspect. Or at least, so she believes. Strangely, this acknowledgement has never deterred her. Her ego remains unbruised. In the end, she has accepted who she is and appreciates what little she has under the grim circumstances of her life. Of course, her incessant modesty is what prevents her from appreciating the finer idiosyncrasies of herself that someone else might eventually come to admire.
The open, unpretentious manner in which she holds herself may be counted among said qualities. Never has she considered herself important or cavalier enough to warrant a haughty attitude, and so her chin is never held aloft, only tucked down and into her chest in a gesture of respect and obedience towards those belonging to a higher station. Her slender hands remain clasped in front of her, and the tone of her voice is often kept level and subdued unless she finds herself in the company of close friends or family. And yet, there can be no mistaking the wild gleam in those wide, fey-like eyes. Eyes the color of the sea, bordered by the arch of dark, bold brows and a fan of sable lashes. Sharp planes and angles comprise the delicate contours of a finely-boned countenance, all in proportion to a long and narrow nose, and the curve of a sensual mouth that sits above a sharp, pointed chin. However, the cloud of downy blonde curls - shot through with bits of silver - is what tends to garner the most attention. Falling in charming disarray down the length of her back, Eleanor is forced to keep it pinned back when she's working, though it remains as such out of habit even when she's making rounds outside of the castle. She's refused to cut it since the death of her mother, who so often praised her hair as being her most enviable feature. Otherwise, her stature and physique are what one might expect from a young girl just broaching womanhood. Having since grown into the awkward limbs of her youth, she now sports rounded hips, a trim waist, and the generous swell of breasts; the presence of which she has become very aware.
Her wardrobe is minimal, made up of hand-stitched dresses that are all plain in colour and free of any sort of design or embellishment. It's easy to guess that they're for the purpose of practicality and not to make any sort of fashion statement. She tailors most of them herself, for the simple reason that she's unable to afford the luxury of new or customized gowns. This suits her well enough however, as she knows exactly what is to her taste and the best fit for her wispy frame. In the end, she an ordinary enough girl emerging from a life of hard work and little pay, who looks commonplace amongst her fellow townspeople but has a host of secrets that lie just beneath the unrefined and unpolished surface.
MOTHER!?! - Ariana Hobbs, deceased.
FATHER!?! - Gavin Hobbs, deceased.
SIBLINGS!?! -
Destrain Hobbs, fourteen, eldest brother.
Luanda Hobbs, twelve, younger sister.
Lief Hobbs, twelve, Luanda's twin brother
Godiva Hobbs, six, adopted sister.
IMPORTANT!?! - No one of significance.
FINALLY!?! -The rain had been a constant presence, flanked by a thin veil of mist and a dampness that reached the bones. But the poor condition of the weather had never deterred the hardy villagers of Marshwall, least of all her father. She remembers him as being a burly man with a dark, unruly beard and hardened features, but with eyes that were gentle and a laugh that could always coerce a smile from her, regardless of how foul her mood. He'd been one of a handful of elite blacksmiths found throughout Ostlea, often commissioned to do work for wealthy noblemen. He had even spearheaded an order of iron longswords for an army at the King's request, and garnered enough coin to afford to move he, his wife and two children to the capital where he had been promised twice as much work and triple the pay. Eleanor's mother, in comparison, had been a delicate and exceptionally beautiful woman. Never once did she raise her voice or her hand. Her calm, harmonious temperament had always been enough to counter her husband's gruffness; something he claimed had initially drawn him to her. Needless to say, they became popular shortly after their arrival in Noredge, her father's work earning them respect and renown amongst both the lower and the upper class. With business thriving, the couple bore three more children. It was quite possibly the happiest time Eleanor can remember in her life. She helped to care for the babes while her brother apprenticed under his father and the orders continued to flow as steadily as their income. But before long, fate decided to intervene, and would change Eleanor's life forever.
They had called it the Hantavirus.
A devastating plague that swept through the country without so much as a warning. Her parents did everything they could to prevent her children from catching it, afraid that the fact that they were so young would make them all the more susceptible to it. Little did they know that they were just as vulnerable. It hit them hard, destroying them from the inside and leaving Eleanor baffled and helpless. A Healer and close friend of the family's did all she could to ward off the sickness, but it continued to consume them, and before long there was nothing anyone could do. Thus, Eleanor and her siblings were forced to watch as their beloved parents wasted away before their very eyes. It was unacceptable, to Eleanor, that such strong and self-sacrificing people should suffer so mercilessly. She couldn't understand how she had managed to escape the clutches of the illness, when she had taken sole responsibility for the care of her mother and father. When she had spent so much time kneeling alongside them, sleeping with them, bathing them. How could she have been spared? Was it all simply a cruel joke? Shortly after her parents' death, Eleanor renounced her faith as a Renascent, blaming the goddess Veress for having abandoned her mother and father in their greatest time of need, especially after they had done so much good during the course of their lives. This was also when she discovered her Regeneration abilities and began to practice and hone them.
And then the depression set in, causing her to withdraw from her siblings as she contemplated ending her life. She knew that there was nothing for her now, that she and her siblings had been left at the mercy of the world without anyone to guide them. She didn't feel as though she would be capable of shouldering the burden of caring for them all. Not when she was only still a child herself. What could she offer? She couldn't even muster enough energy even to hope. And then she found it, picking despondently through her mother's belonging one day, a letter that had been written carefully and intended for her eyes alone. It had been an apology of sorts. An apology for not having been strong enough. An apology for abandoning them, for not being able to watch as they grew and settled down and had families of their own. It would have been her greatest joy. But then, fate often worked in mysterious ways. Eleanor's eyes had filled with tears as she realized her mother must have written it just as she felt the onset of the illness begin to ravage her. She'd known she was going to die, even then. And so she had left this last request, for Eleanor to remain strong and do what she could to care for the rest of the family. It was her responsibility now, and her mother had had every faith that she could accomplish it. Eleanor has kept that letter to this day, perhaps as a reminder that she has a duty to her brothers and sisters. To her mother and father. And to herself.
Since that day, she has kept her promise. With the help of the same Healer whom had attempted to cure her parents of their illness, Eleanor cared for the infant twins and searched for some means of financial support. For a time she dabbled in Herbalism, even became a Healer's apprentice before realizing that it was time-consuming and did not provide enough sustenance for them to live off of. But the city's people remembered the loyalty and hard work of her mother and father, which inevitably led to her filling the position as a lady-in-waiting to the Princess Celandine. It was more than she could have ever hoped for and allowed them to move into a small, modest house within the central hub of the city. This allowed her to travel back and forth from the castle without much trouble. Her brother remained at home with the babies, caring for them in her stead until they grow old enough to look after themselves. It is an arrangement that has suited them well thus far, especially since the elderly Healer they so often relied upon could not remain a full-time guardian before she was summoned back to her own duties and responsibilities.
The seasons came and went, and Eleanor grew into a young woman who had already seen too much and worked too hard. Her Regenertation abilities have strengthened with her training, and her study of Herbalism has equipped her with knowledge expected of someone twice her age. She is talented and generous and well-known throughout both the castle and the poorer districts of the city, having chosen to continue where her mother had father had left off. However, she has since heard whisperings of an underground rebellion, and her hatred of the notorious Cosa Nostra has compelled her to seek the leader out and offer him her allegiance. She had already lost two of the most important people in her life. She was not about to allow a weak-minded King or privileged warlords destroy everything she had worked so hard to acquire.
The simple difference this time, is that she is fully prepared to fight for what she holds so dear.
so all lyrics used are credited too PARAMORE, thee best female fronted band in the world. everything else is credited to rawr_dinosaur at caution. don't steal this template or take the credit off, if you do i shall be forced to come and pull your eyes out with a spork!?! 'cause you know you love sporks!?! and they are the best extracting eyeballs.
