Post by ellenwilliams on Dec 30, 2011 19:55:59 GMT -5
...Ellen Marie Williams*
*"When a child fell into her power, she killed it, cooked and ate it, and that was a feast day with her."*
[/size]*"When a child fell into her power, she killed it, cooked and ate it, and that was a feast day with her."*
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...basics*
name Ellen Marie Williams
nickname Elle
age 26
gender Female
grade None
hometown Loomis, California
sexuality Heterosexual
personification The Witch from Hansel and Gretel
status Mostly Dormant
face claim Jenna Fischer
...appearance*
hair color Red, she prefers it loose, her curls touching her shoulders, but during work hours it is up in a bun with a hair net over it because she's baking.
eye color Moss Green
build Elle's surrounded by food every single day. She tastes everything that is given to her customers to make sure there's nothing wrong with it, but she's not fat. Not even pudgy. Elle is tall because of that she's skinny, if she doesn't eat too much. But she does. She eats tons of food, so she isn't skinny. Elle's just average weight.
height 5' 9"
clothing styleDresses! She loves them. But when she's not wearing a belted blue dress with black leggings, she doesn't mind wearing a pair of blue jeans, brown peter pan boots, and a grey sweater. When she's at her bakery, she usually wear a pair of ripped jeans and a T-shirt under her white frilly apron. She also wears mittens quite often.
distinctive traits Elle has small and really cold hands.
...personal*
personality
AT LEAST THREE PARAGRAPHS
Elle hates most kids. She can't stand the skinny little children. But give her chubby kid and she'll love it to death, sometimes literally. She doesn't like men and tries to make as little contact with the opposite gender as possible because of Don and her father. She loves old ladies because every time she sees one she thinks of her beloved grandmother. Elle is usually very sweet to everyone she meets because every person she meets is a potential customer, but if a man takes that as flirting and comes on to her, she will get angry and probably punch or slap him. That happens a lot actually. Elle kind of liked punching men because it lets out what she's really thinking and lets out the anger at her idiotic customers that she had bottled up. Usually though, Elle's smiling on the outside and seething on the inside. It's not too often Elle can smile both on the inside and the outside because usually the people she meets are well to put it bluntly, idiots. At least idiots where it mattered to Elle.
Elle is pretty loyal to those who have proven them as her friend. But Elle doesn't care about making lots of friends, unless someone shows an interest in being her friend and they met her expectations, she didn't try to make friends. Her expectations were usually a love for either baking or food, and they had know a bit about those things. Also, they had to be smart and well female.
Elle is also a bit pessimistic when it comes to guys. She doesn't trust them. She doesn't like them.
Elle has a bit of a complex when it comes to doing her best because she's still continuously trying to prove to her father that she's worth something and that she can make it in the world. That's part of the reason she opened her shop, to prove she could own a bakery and patisserie in New York City and beat out the competition. Elle's biggest fear is that her shop won't make it and that her father is right about her.
past
Elle grew up in a small town outside of the suburbs of Sacramento, California. She grew up in Loomis. From an early age she learned that nothing she did could even remotely compare to the feats her three older sisters and older brother could manage. Her father would smile at them, full of pride. He would boast about them to his colleagues and around town. But Ellen? The child he did not want to have? No. He had meant for his son to be the last child in the family. He had not planned for her and he did not want her there. So, Elle, grew up under her father's disapproving glare.
Elle continuously tried to win her father's approval from gaining a place on the honor roll to gaining admittance to one of the private, all girls, catholic schools in Sacramento. Nothing, though, helped. Elle sought solace in her beloved grandmother. She would spend extra weekend hours with her grandmother. On one such day, Elle was taught her passion. She was taught to bake.
After that day, Elle took classes in baking outside of school. While her friends went to the movies, she spent hours learning recipes, experimenting with new ingredients, and baking every pastry known to man. She was in love, and it could never leave her or break her heart. It was ironic, though, she met the first man to break her heart doing what she loved.
Elle had signed up for a culinary class at her school during her junior year. Now, her all girls, private school combined culinary classes with the all boys school down the street. It had been one of the reason so many girls signed up for culinary every year. To see the boys from down the street. Elle did not particularly want to see any of them. She had love already and also she had not had the best experiences with boys in the past. All she wanted to do was bake. But there, in the place she never thought she could, she fell in love.
Don was smart, he could cook a delicious crepe, and could perfectly torch a creme brulee. When Elle first saw him at work in the kitchen, his strong hands molding the dough, an apron tied around his waist, she fell in love, instantaneously. And on that same day, he had shown interest in her. They were both top of the class, perfect for each other. And later in the semester, they began their relationship. It was not perfect, but it was beautiful. At least the beginning was. They had started in April and during the summer was the best period of their love. They spent every day together that summer. She gave him everything. And that was all he wanted.
As summer ended, so did her bliss. Don had gotten what he wanted and he ended their relationship. She cried for weeks. Gloom filled her days and she did not pick up a whisk for weeks. That was when it started. A small, almost weak voice called to her. "Get back at him" it said, "Make him pay for what he did to you." So she did, she made him pay. She took away the only thing he loved more than himself. His cooking.
Elle focused on his hands. Those hands she had seen molding dough that first time she saw him. Those hands that could perfectly torch a creme brulee and create a beautiful crepe. Those artist hands. She broke those hands in a seeming accident. She tampered with his torch and he burned those hands. Those hands would never again create masterpieces and beauty. Those hands would never hurt her again.
That voice had guided her through everything. Now that it was over, it was surprisingly silent. And now that it was silent, she finally realized what she had done. She had taken away a man's dream. How could she do that? What had she done?
Elle was guilt stricken. What was wrong with her? And why had she followed that voice? She had no answers, but she knew one thing she had to get out of that town. Or else everyday she would see Don, and see what she had done. No she had to get out.
It was almost too perfect, when that same day her acceptance letter to the Institute of Culinary Arts in New York City came that same day.
present
Ellen started school at the institute as soon as she possibly could. She left her small town of Loomis in July and got away from it all. She bid farewell to her grandmother and siblings and promised her father she would never see him again.
She would start anew. Never again think of the taboo subject of her senior year of high school. She threw herself into her baking. Her creativity and ingenuity were higher than they had ever been and she easily became the best in her field at the institute. She got letters from bakeries and restaurants all over the world. But she wanted none of that. Not fame, nor fortune. All she wanted was to own a bakery and patisserie and to bake from dawn until dusk. For what reason? Because the voice had told her.
It had told her to open a bakery. "Bake for the children. They are too skinny. Fatten them up. They would make delectable treats." By now the voice had grown a bit stronger. It was female. Old and female.
After finishing her courses at the institute, Elle opened a bakery. She called it "House of Bread." All of her customers would ask where she came up with such a pretty name. Elle just smiled and answered, "It came to me in a dream."
family
PARENTS AND SIBLINGS
Father: Greg Williams-54-Owns a small cupboard making business
Grandmother(on her mother's side): Marie Donnahue-81-Retired
Older Brother: Gregory Williams II-29-Taking over the family Business
Oldest Sister: Julie Williams-33-Housewife
First Twin: Jenna Williams-31-Housewife
Second Twin: Jackie Williams-31-Housewife
likes
Baking
Her Grandmother
Dresses
Fat kids
Food
Finding Pockets in Dresses
Mittens and gloves (they keep her hands warm haha)
dislikes
Her father
Men in general at the moment. That might change, though.
Skinny children
Fires
Swans and geese
Stupid people
other notes Ellen can't stand some people. Whether it's because they don't know the type of pastry behind the window or if they're just men. She acts sweet to everybody because they're customers and usually they've brought their kids, but in her heads she's insulting them left and right. Especially since the Witch began to get stronger. The personalities are slightly melding together, but Elle still doesn't know who she is.
...literature*
book title Hansel and Gretel
backstory The witch captures the kids in her house made of bread and feeds Hansel. She fattens him up and uses Gretel as a slave until one day she decides she's waited too long. Even though Hansel says he's skinny, she decides to cook him. And if that's not enough, she wants to eat Gretel too. But Gretel outsmarts her and pushes the witch into the fire. The witch dies and Hansel and Gretel are set free. The end.
...roleplayer*
name Banana
age 16
gender Female
rp experience Eh. I used to do this all the time, but I've gotten out of practice, so I'm getting back into the swing of things. I apologize in advance for any horrible posting.
how you found ouac Hedgie recruited me
rp sample Customers walked in and out of the small shop almost every minute. Every time the door opened, a whiff of vanilla and fresh bread came out with each person. The little shop was made from wood and was painted the color of gingerbread. In the window, passersby could make out bagels, all types of bread, all types of pastries, cookies ranging from chocolate chip to sugar, and one beautiful wedding cake.
It was a lot for a few helping hands and one pastry chef to handle, but Elle loved it. The baking anyways, it was her passion. From making beautiful frosting decorations to creating pastry masterpieces. Every bit of it was interesting and fun. She loved every moment she spent after hours.
The problem was during the hours her bakery and pastry shop was open. The customers were an annoyance she had to deal with to keep her bakery going, so Elle had to play nice. No matter how annoying they were.
"Good Moring!" Elle said effervescently as a couple walked in with their child. A skinny little five year old with light brown hair down to her shoulders. 'How disgusting.' The little girl bounced from counter to counter, looking at the pastries, then the breads, and finally stopped at the cookies. And as she bounced she continuously asked the most repulsive question, "What's the name of this one? What's this?" But the energetic girl never gave Ellen a chance to answer her, no, she bounced around disrupting the other customers and altogether quite annoying Elle. No one seemed to mind the little girl, if she bumped into them, they just smiled at the girl as her parents tried to take control of her.
"Excuse me, darling!" Elle called to the little girl, at once she came to Ellen. Yes, that's how they all were. Once they heard her voice, they could not resist coming towards her. Elle smiled. "I've got something very special for you! It's made with my secret recipe. It's almost like magic!" It was a cookie really it looked just like a regular sugar cookie with a dollop of frosting on top. Yes, it looked like a normal cookie, but it was not normal. It was laced weight gaining supplement and a little bit of an addictive stimulant. Elle handed the girl her special cookie, and almost laughed at the deed she was doing. Oh how the girls life would change. She would be so much better now. Not so ugly and skinny, and much happier because she would get to Elle's cookies every day! When the parents got out their wallets, Elle pointed to a sign. It read "Children eat free."
