MACMILLAN, Elysia Renee

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...elysia renee macmillan*
*keep true to the dreams of your youth*

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...basics*

name Elysia Renee Macmillan
nickname Elle, Elsie, Mac
age Seventeen
gender Female
grade High School Junior
hometown Belfast, Maine
sexuality Heterosexual (Straight)
reincarnate Wendy Darling

...appearance*

hair color Chocolate brown
eye color Pale blue
build Lean, less on the ‘curvy’ side
height 5’4” (and seven-eighths, she declares)
clothing style This young lady is a bit on the conservative side as she prefers wearing cute and comfortable outfits like sundresses or a simple v-neck and jeans with an accessory or two to match. Being conservative doesn’t mean she’s a fashion terrorist though. Far from that, actually. Elysia likes things to be simple and open; a clothing style fit to complement her personality.
distinctive traits She has very faint freckles on her cheeks and occasionally visible dimples.

...personal*

personality Elysia Macmillan is a rather tactful girl, full of poise and manners one would more often find in a grown woman. She’s your average teenager with more than a hint of maturity compared to the kids around her. Assuming that you aren’t an outright bitch to her face, Elysia is generally gracious and patient with even the most irritable people. Hard to believe but it’s true. She doesn't get worked up very easily. There is almost nothing that can make her legitimately angry enough to punch someone’s face in – just don’t mess with her younger brothers; she’ll kill you if you try.

This seventeen-year-old is a girl’s ideal best friend, understanding yet sarcastic enough to spice up anyone’s life. She’s prudent and knows when it’s best to shut up and stay quiet in situations that call for seriousness. She takes extra care to make the best first impressions – now don’t go around calling her a hypocrite because most of the time these first impressions are comprised of uncharacteristic shyness and aloofness. Once opened up to someone, Elysia is one of the most loyal and defensive people on the face of the planet. It’s just that she tries not to humiliate herself in front of people she may never meet again. Typically, Elysia is a very open girl around people she genuinely trusts. She communicates her thoughts adequately, and possesses a knack for easily connecting with other people once they give her a chance to open up. She is a naturally creative person who enjoys to tell the stories of her and her friends in their wild adventures. Ideas just flow from her mind.

She tries not to oversimplify or overcomplicate things to the billionth degree but stupidity is one of her pet-peeves. And if she thinks something is too simple, she is easily prone to doubting herself. All things considered, young Miss Macmillan is still human and, at times, can get a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, she manages to pull it together. She has the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time, but sometimes, it takes her a while to register everything into her busy mind.

Unlike her best friend Cory, Elysia tends to be painfully aware of what people have to say about her. Under her tough exterior, she’s still self-conscious and bashful as any teenage girl should be. She is a free spirit around close friends and easily resentful of anyone who tries to, figuratively speaking, fence her in. Despite her distinguishing poise, Elysia is unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising. Many people say that this girl has the total package - suave, sweet, smart, and strong. She could have the whole world under her spell if she wanted to, but with her frustratingly humble mindset, it’s easier said than done in her head. And as sweet and amicable and composed Elysia Macmillan may be, she doesn't always resist the urges to crush those who are weaker than she is. It’s best not to underestimate her.

past Elysia was born in Belfast in the state of Maine. Her parents, George Macmillan and Melanie Macmillan (nee House), are respectable people with high expectations of their children. George had been the chief of police until he married Melanie, who had declared that her husband’s job was too dangerous for their children. As much as George did not want to give up his job, he did so once Elysia was born. Two and a half years later, Melanie gave birth to Elysia’s younger brother. She adored him from the start, even if she was only three years old. Not a few months later, George ran for a spot in the city council, got elected as city manager, and for a while, the Macmillans were a happy family. Three years into his service, Elysia’s youngest brother entered the world. But only a couple months after, a close family friend on the city council board had been shot for no apparent reason. Melanie, though soft-spoken most of the time, soon grew prone to anxiety and paranoia about the safety of her family that her life was plagued with constant headaches and fatigue. George took care of his children whenever his wife fell desperately ill and Elysia, six years old at this point, did whatever she could to ease her father’s stress. But the man could only take so much bawling. He’d decided that Melanie needed to see a doctor. His friends had suggested a doctor in New York and so, George immediately moved his family to New York in search of help. The Macmillans moved into a cozy, upper part of New York City. Thus Elysia’s adventures started.

She met a boy named Cory and a girl, Lucy, whom Elysia initially presumed to be his sister. The three were automatically familiar with each other and quite close. Melanie’s condition improved and she was soon able to take her daughter out to the parks nearby. Upon meeting the rambunctious boy Elysia had been blathering about, the frail woman disapproved but surprisingly could not bring herself to scold the children of their childish adventures and antics. Elysia found that she enjoyed following around Cory in his little games during elementary school. Hide-and-seek, tag, make-believe games were all good fun at one point, but Elysia and Lucy grew tired of it too.

Once the trio hit middle school, there was a brief moment when Elysia wondered why Cory was still as childish as ever. Sure there was this endearing little period of a few months in grade school when she felt as though he was the cutest boy in the world and that she was going to marry him and live in the same house as he did she still gags at this absurd notion. But there was no denying it, Elysia was growing up and Cory wasn’t. She got more into trendy fashion and the latest music everyone else was listening to. She blended in with the crowd and from the mass, she could still see a misplaced Cory, still trying to enjoy his petty adventures. And she secretly envied him for his shamelessness. The three still remained good friends and got together to hang out at each other’s houses or go play in Central Park.

present Now Elysia’s in high school and her father’s a policeman with the permission of her mother, who stays at home to look after the children, the youngest having just entered middle school. She is focused on her studies and is currently training for the academic decathlon. Though slightly more frustrated with Cory and Lucy’s antics, she’s still as tolerant as ever considering she doesn’t want to lose her two closest friends to some angry fit over something trivial.

She continues to uphold her sense of dignity and responsibility, especially as her brothers are now growing up to. As much as Elysia is trying to stay focused on her education, she can’t help but want to sit down in her family’s Victorian house by the fireplace and tell stories to her brothers. She’s already done so to the couple of neighbor’s children she babysits on the weekends. Whenever she sees her friends being childish and having fun, she wants to throw all her cares away and join them at their finest.

likes
[»] Adventures
[»] Astrology
[»] Books
[»] Chocolate
[»] Friends
[»] Holidays
[»] Loyalty
[»] Manners
[»] Music
[»] Nutella
[»] People who have fun
[»] Photography
[»] Reading
[»] Respect
[»] Sense of Humor
[»] Siblings
[»] Sleeping
[»] Storytelling
[»] Summer
[»] Vintage
dislikes
[«] Authority
[«] Beards
[«] Being used
[«] Betrayal
[«] Blood
[«] Bugs
[«] Complications
[«] Discontentment
[«] Failure
[«] Feeling confined
[«] Feeling useless
[«] Frustration
[«] History
[«] Hypocrisy
[«] Idiots
[«] Insecurities
[«] Parental Guidance
[«] Rejection
[«] Stress
[«] Uneducated people
other notes Elysia’s very good around children and is studying photography in addition to her required curriculum.

...literature*

book title Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie
backstory Wendy Darling is often considered a protagonist in Barrie’s work. She is known to have expressed an innocent adoration for Peter upon their acquaintance and is as honest as can be. As a girl who is beginning to “grow up”, she stands in contrast to Peter Pan, a boy who refuses to do so. But she finds this brink of adulthood to be unpleasant because of her fearsome father’s influence and struggles to find alternatives to growing up. By going to Neverland with Peter and her younger brothers, Wendy had hoped to remain young for eternity. However, she discovers that these attempts are futile as lost boys only appreciate her as a mother figure.

...roleplayer*

name Takara
age Seventeen
gender Une fille
rp experience Neo, STS, others, approx. 5 years
how you found ouac I’m like. What. Godmother? Pft.
rp sample

One particular morning in Hollywood had been unusually bleak, with a slightly overcast atmosphere blocking out the accustomed sunlight. And as much as Iris Holland didn’t mind the sudden change in weather – for she could not have been more pleased with the circumstances – she could not help but feel something rather ominous approaching. The girl continued to lie in bed with an arm over her eyes as if the gesture was habitual in blocking out unwelcome morning rays.

What time was it?

She turned her head groggily towards her Palermo bedside table to her digital clock, which read 9:28AM. Strange. It should have been much brighter outside. She listened carefully for any movement within the house, but all that came to her was silence interrupted by the occasional chirping of birds outside her window. Her brother was still asleep and Mason had gone home last night. The house was uncharacteristically quiet. She pushed herself up from her canopy bed, kicking aside thick covers and surveying her room. Had the world’s entire population dropped dead and left her alone? She wouldn’t have been too astonished if this was the case.

Iris moved just as mutely to the bathroom. In the process of trying to obliterate (conceal) the permanent bags underneath her eyes, Zach knocked on the door, causing her to jump. He sounded just as bleary when he emitted some sort of grunt and a sloppy ‘You in there?’. She responded with a kick to the white door and heard her brother shuffling away. And such was the morning of the Holland household.

Twenty minutes later, she entered the kitchen, fully clothed in an olive green tank top and the track team’s grey sweatpants. She could already hear the TV blaring in the living room as the forecast recounted today’s climate. Zach snorted at the weather man for his unbelievable stupidity. “Don’t these people know it’s just going to get hotter later?” Iris didn’t say anything as she stuck two slices of bread into the toaster, but merely smirked. Suddenly her cell phone buzzed on the counter top, indicating that a new text had arrived. She slid it open, expecting it to be Kellie, but was surprised to find it was from one of the last people she ever expected: Tai Komari.

“Hello Iris. I’m really sorry but if you’re free do you think we could meet and talk? Do you know the way to my apartment? It’s 46 Hollywood Heights, Flat 2. I need your advice.”

The Holland girl took a moment to blink at her screen, processing his message slowly but surely. He wanted to talk to her? For advice? Not that she had minded but couldn’t he have asked Juni or even Mason? She couldn’t comprehend as to why he would ask her for help. Well, she didn’t have anything planned today – there was an unfinished essay sitting on her desk but she could put it off for later; Tai seemed rather urgent.

Oh, yeah, sure. I'll be there in about 10 min.

Iris rapidly typed in a reply, hit SEND, and slid her phone shut. She sped into her room to grab her keys and a hooded jacket, threw it on, and sped back into the living room to find a bewildered brother looking up at her. “Something came up. Breakfast is in the toaster if you want any. I’ll see you later!” The door slammed shut as the toast popped up.

And surely enough, ten minutes later (a tad earlier actually), her index finger came into contact with the doorbell of 46 Hollywood Heights, Flat 2.

[BECKET]

♠ A C C E P T E D ♠

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