Post by Ella Heasley on Aug 18, 2008 11:56:29 GMT -5
Name: Ella Heasley
Year you wish to be in: 4th
Description: Ella has bright blue eyes with flowing straight brown hair that is below shoulder length. She also has a side fringe which usually covers her right eye. She is small in height and slim.
Personality: Ella is a very kind and loving girl. Despite everything she has been through it still has not destroyed her adoring nature. She is a very lovable girl because of her naive and childish traits, but deep down she is a strong and loyal person who never gives up. She is also very artistic and has a passion for drawing, she could spend hours drawing and has a book full of her sketches. At first she is shy but once you get to know her you will see her funny and caring side. She loves making new friends but has trouble trusting people. This can sometimes make her push people away as she was so used to being alone in the orphanage. Ella doesn't let people get to close to her and likes to keep herself to herself, she has a problem showing how she feels and never cried since that night she as emitted into the orphanage
Background:Ella as she is known as by her friends and family, was born on the 1st November 1993 in Ireland. My mother is called Alysha, a veela with outstanding beauty and a kind heart. Unlike my mother, my father Andrew was a cold hearted man with no morals. As much as i always loved him i could never banish the doubts that he had a dark side. I still to this day can't understand why my mother married him, maybe she saw something in him that no-one else did? well whatever the reason i certainly was blind to it. Moving on to my siblings, i was the youngest out of three. My eldest brother Andrew,named after my father is 18 years old. He was a smart,courageous and extremely loyal boy and he defiantly resembled my mother. Unlike my dark hair and features, my brother had soft,silky blonde hair and huge bright blue eyes, just like my mother. Andy, as i called him, always looked out for me and was very protective he saw me as the baby of the family. He had all the qualities of her also which i can say for definite my other brother lacked. Sean, aged 16 was just like my father, dark,cruel and often isolated himself in his room. However he did have all my mother's appearance which just by looking at him would give you the impression he was a nice person.
I got along with everyone in my family,even my mean brother... well everyone except my father. As i grew up i came to the conclusion that my father disliked me but i just couldn't see why. Everything i seemed to do would frustrate him, in his eyes i could never do anything right. However i dealt with it and never let it bring me down or at least show i was upset despite how i really felt. As much as i watched him loathe me i still couldn't help but love him, after all he was my father,right? he would never purposely hurt me would he?... Those were the constant words i told myself to reassure my thoughts, but how wrong i was.
It was the 31st of October, Halloween night and the air was cold and misty. I breathed in the damp air and smiled, i loved Halloween because not only was it a fun occasion but my birthday was the following day. As i sat on my back extension of my house which could be excessed by my bedroom window i thought about what i would get for my birthday. The sound of children laughing filled the air as the pearl like moon glistened down upon me. I lifted some sweets out of my skirt pocket and began to chew on it. For a while i drifted off into a daze as i lay on my back staring into the huge moon. Suddenly my daze was broken by a loud crash that came from the inside of my house, i turned around quickly perching on my hands and knees. I waited for any more noise and thats when i heard my mother scream, i jumped up and dived in through the window almost choking on my strawberry flavoured sweet. As i stepped onto the landing i looked around and saw nothing, then as i looked up the next flight of stairs i spotted that the attic door was open. I stood there staring, unsure whether i was simply stricken with fear or in sheer shock that the door was open. In all my life i had never seen it open, my father spent most of his days in there and even when he was not in it the door was always locked tight. I began to tip toe up the stairs my mind swirling with what i would find inside, this was my chance to see what he had been getting up to in there. It seemed as though i had forgotten about the scream but what i saw next was enough to bring me back to reality away from those curious thoughts. I pushed open the door and my eyes stuck to the horrific sight i saw before me. My mother was sprawled across the ground her body motionless with a mess surrounding her of books,broken glass and what seemed like potions.My father stood above her his hand slightly shaking with his wand held tightly in his palm, his face was twisted with a mixture of anger and shock. He turned around to face me, my eyes began to well up with tears and my breathing got heavier. Without thinking i spun around quickly to make a run for it down the stairs, but my foot caught on my cloak and i tumbled down the stairs. Everything went black.
Hours later i woke up in an empty house, as i lifted my head i gasped in pain as a sudden surge of agony shot through me. When i fully regained strength i got up and limped up the stairs again expecting to still see my dead mother and murderer of a father but instead i saw a empty room. I later found out that my father and two brothers had fled, i still have no idea where to. The following day, my birthday, i was sent to an orphanage where i stayed up until a few months ago when an aunt, my father's sister came to take care of me.
Anything Else: Sorry if i wrote too much
Where you heard of us: a friend =]
Year you wish to be in: 4th
Description: Ella has bright blue eyes with flowing straight brown hair that is below shoulder length. She also has a side fringe which usually covers her right eye. She is small in height and slim.
Personality: Ella is a very kind and loving girl. Despite everything she has been through it still has not destroyed her adoring nature. She is a very lovable girl because of her naive and childish traits, but deep down she is a strong and loyal person who never gives up. She is also very artistic and has a passion for drawing, she could spend hours drawing and has a book full of her sketches. At first she is shy but once you get to know her you will see her funny and caring side. She loves making new friends but has trouble trusting people. This can sometimes make her push people away as she was so used to being alone in the orphanage. Ella doesn't let people get to close to her and likes to keep herself to herself, she has a problem showing how she feels and never cried since that night she as emitted into the orphanage
Background:Ella as she is known as by her friends and family, was born on the 1st November 1993 in Ireland. My mother is called Alysha, a veela with outstanding beauty and a kind heart. Unlike my mother, my father Andrew was a cold hearted man with no morals. As much as i always loved him i could never banish the doubts that he had a dark side. I still to this day can't understand why my mother married him, maybe she saw something in him that no-one else did? well whatever the reason i certainly was blind to it. Moving on to my siblings, i was the youngest out of three. My eldest brother Andrew,named after my father is 18 years old. He was a smart,courageous and extremely loyal boy and he defiantly resembled my mother. Unlike my dark hair and features, my brother had soft,silky blonde hair and huge bright blue eyes, just like my mother. Andy, as i called him, always looked out for me and was very protective he saw me as the baby of the family. He had all the qualities of her also which i can say for definite my other brother lacked. Sean, aged 16 was just like my father, dark,cruel and often isolated himself in his room. However he did have all my mother's appearance which just by looking at him would give you the impression he was a nice person.
I got along with everyone in my family,even my mean brother... well everyone except my father. As i grew up i came to the conclusion that my father disliked me but i just couldn't see why. Everything i seemed to do would frustrate him, in his eyes i could never do anything right. However i dealt with it and never let it bring me down or at least show i was upset despite how i really felt. As much as i watched him loathe me i still couldn't help but love him, after all he was my father,right? he would never purposely hurt me would he?... Those were the constant words i told myself to reassure my thoughts, but how wrong i was.
It was the 31st of October, Halloween night and the air was cold and misty. I breathed in the damp air and smiled, i loved Halloween because not only was it a fun occasion but my birthday was the following day. As i sat on my back extension of my house which could be excessed by my bedroom window i thought about what i would get for my birthday. The sound of children laughing filled the air as the pearl like moon glistened down upon me. I lifted some sweets out of my skirt pocket and began to chew on it. For a while i drifted off into a daze as i lay on my back staring into the huge moon. Suddenly my daze was broken by a loud crash that came from the inside of my house, i turned around quickly perching on my hands and knees. I waited for any more noise and thats when i heard my mother scream, i jumped up and dived in through the window almost choking on my strawberry flavoured sweet. As i stepped onto the landing i looked around and saw nothing, then as i looked up the next flight of stairs i spotted that the attic door was open. I stood there staring, unsure whether i was simply stricken with fear or in sheer shock that the door was open. In all my life i had never seen it open, my father spent most of his days in there and even when he was not in it the door was always locked tight. I began to tip toe up the stairs my mind swirling with what i would find inside, this was my chance to see what he had been getting up to in there. It seemed as though i had forgotten about the scream but what i saw next was enough to bring me back to reality away from those curious thoughts. I pushed open the door and my eyes stuck to the horrific sight i saw before me. My mother was sprawled across the ground her body motionless with a mess surrounding her of books,broken glass and what seemed like potions.My father stood above her his hand slightly shaking with his wand held tightly in his palm, his face was twisted with a mixture of anger and shock. He turned around to face me, my eyes began to well up with tears and my breathing got heavier. Without thinking i spun around quickly to make a run for it down the stairs, but my foot caught on my cloak and i tumbled down the stairs. Everything went black.
Hours later i woke up in an empty house, as i lifted my head i gasped in pain as a sudden surge of agony shot through me. When i fully regained strength i got up and limped up the stairs again expecting to still see my dead mother and murderer of a father but instead i saw a empty room. I later found out that my father and two brothers had fled, i still have no idea where to. The following day, my birthday, i was sent to an orphanage where i stayed up until a few months ago when an aunt, my father's sister came to take care of me.
Anything Else: Sorry if i wrote too much
Where you heard of us: a friend =]
