Post by Ella Fortuna Trengove on Nov 16, 2012 3:13:22 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://www.pixeden.com/media/k2/galleries/165/001-subtle-light-pattern-background-texture-vol5.jpg) ; border-left: 10px solid #1C161E; border-right: 10px solid #1C161E;] ELLA F. TRENGOVE  full name: Ella Fortuna Trengove canon or orginial: Original age: 16 year: 6th house: Gryffindor blood: Pure wand: 12 and 3/4 inches, phoenix feather, alder patronus: A swan boggart: People she loves dying erised: To be accepted by her family without having to change who she is, but she will deny this with all of her heart birth place: Ripon, England ------------------------------------------------- Ella was the third born child of Braydon and Rhetta Trengove and younger sister of Seth and Lena Trengove who were five and three at the time or their younger sister’s birth. The Trengoves are old money and rather high up in society. They are purists and pride themselves on maintaining a spotless bloodline and their family had been in Slytherin house for centuries.. Braydon and Rhetta did a pretty good job drilling that into the minds of their oldest two children. Braydon worked for the Ministry of Magic and Rhetta was content with just being a rich housewife who, considering they had a house elf, didn’t need to do much. When Ella was almost six her Aunt Michaela, her mother’s sister, died shortly after the birth of her second daughter. Having been abandoned by their father Ella’s cousins Julianne and Beverly Wyndham moved into the family manor. Julianne was a year older than Ella the two became best friends very quickly since Ella had little interaction with other kids that weren’t her brother and sister. Although this relationship later became strained once Julianne started sharing purists beliefs like her other relatives, much to Ella’s dismay, and after Julianne goes to Hogwarts. In terms of Ella’s relationships with her parents and siblings things started to take a turn for the worst. Ella started developing a strong disagreement with her family’s purist beliefs, even going out of her way to make friends with a few muggles and muggleborns, and by the time she started Hogwarts when she was 11 she had already begun to detest her parents, brother, and sister. In terms of how Braydon and Rhetta viewed their children, Seth was the shining example of how they expected their children to be, Lena was the pretty and popular one which was just the nice way of saying the dumb one since she wasn’t good at anything really but at least she followed orders, and then Ella was the letdown, the somewhat hotheaded rebel child who made her parents think they failed at parenting. Ella mastered the fine art of “Stomp, stomp, slam” very early in life. The year before she went to Hogwarts she was rather depressed since she didn’t have Julianne around anymore and became rather attached to a kitten named Buttons she had taken in from the streets, much to her parents disapproval. Since entering Hogwarts and being sorted into Gryffindor, Ella's relationship with her family has only deteriorated even farther. Often times Ella will hide away her feelings behind a bright and happy smile and a ditzy exterior but on the inside she usually is feeling a lot of inner turmoil that is fit to burst if she's pushed enough |
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your alias: Danielle
a roleplay sample:
The woman wants my hand to fall off. She's trying to cut off the blood flow so that it just falls off, Ella Trengove thought pathetically, trying to free her hand from the clutches of her mother. Well that wasn't fair, Seth and Lena and Julianne were all allowed to run off as soon as they came to Diagon Alley. True, Lena was 14 and Seth was 16 so that was more acceptable, but her cousin Julianne was only a year older. However this was the only time that Ella and Rhetta both had the same mindset as they walked toward Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. But other than that there was no similarities, even in the way they walked. Rhetta Trengove was a tall woman, about 5'8”, and had long purposeful strides that tiny Ella, who still had to climb up on the counter whenever she wanted to reach the cookie jar on the top shelf, had to trot to keep up with.
Ella had been to Madam Malkin's loads of times but she never got over the thrill of walking into the shop and seeing robes and cloaks as far as the eye could see. Well if you had the ability to see through walls you could probably see more things, and of course there were people everywhere but who cared about those details when there was so many cute clothes around?
Rhetta grabbed the first few uniforms that would look like they would fit Ella and sent her to go try them on.
“No. That one makes you look too skinny. Skirt's too short. You look like a nun. Plain ugly. Go find some other ones,” Ella's mother told her, making a different comment for every uniform she tried on, much to her great annoyance. If they were so bad then what was the point of her trying them on? Ella shook her head in annoyance before joining in the mass of people who in the main part of the store.
Too frilly, too bulky, too skimpy, a disgusting shade of yellow, looked like it would be too small for even five year old little Beverly, holy Merlin when did shopping become so difficult? In her quest to find something somewhat decent she found a fairly nice looking robe but it was still way too big for her. Ella looked the robe over and decided to put it back when she noticed a tall blonde girl standing next to her and realized that she had just been spoken to but before she could respond to this girl a blonde woman came up and talked to the other girl, making Ella assume that was probably the girl's mother. Must. Not. Gag, she thought, looking at the hideous yellow boots in the woman's hands.
At the sight of her mother approaching Ella started humming a funeral march but stopped once Rhetta spoke.
“Are you going to try that on?” she asked.
“Are you kidding me? I'd need stilts to where this.”
“They can adjust the length, darling.”
“Yeah, well I didn't want it anyways,” said Ella indignantly, putting the robe back and earning an eye roll. Rhetta's brown eyes swooped over the nearby robes to see if there was enough that she deemed worthy for her daughter when she noticed a familiar face. “Molly? Molly Forte?” she asked in a pleasant voice that Ella knew right away was fake. It was the voice that she used when speaking to house guests that she just wanted to leave. “Wow, long time no see. It's me, Rhetta Berry. Trengove now. I thought I sent you a wedding invitation. The owl must have gotten lost. Oops.” The entire her mother spoke Ella stood there, dramatically mimicking everything she said and stopping whenever Rhetta looked down enough to possibly see Ella's antics.
Rhetta looked down slightly and noticed the blonde girl that had spoken to Ella earlier, back to the woman she had called Molly, and to the girl again. “No way, someone actually had children with you?” she asked in disbelief. “Well... looks like owe Lynette Espenson and Annika d'Auvretcher twenty galleons each.” Rhetta shook her head sadly and Ella looked back and forth a few times between her mother and this other lady when suddenly Rhetta remembered she was there.
“Oh yes and this is Ella,” her mother said in a tone that someone would use to show off a shiny vase that you didn't really buy because you actually liked it, more just because it was expensive and had a designer name or was a priceless artifact.
“Don't bring me into this!” the girl hissed defensively as her mother kind of played with her hair a bit like she always did whenever she wanted Ella to shut up.
Ella had been to Madam Malkin's loads of times but she never got over the thrill of walking into the shop and seeing robes and cloaks as far as the eye could see. Well if you had the ability to see through walls you could probably see more things, and of course there were people everywhere but who cared about those details when there was so many cute clothes around?
Rhetta grabbed the first few uniforms that would look like they would fit Ella and sent her to go try them on.
“No. That one makes you look too skinny. Skirt's too short. You look like a nun. Plain ugly. Go find some other ones,” Ella's mother told her, making a different comment for every uniform she tried on, much to her great annoyance. If they were so bad then what was the point of her trying them on? Ella shook her head in annoyance before joining in the mass of people who in the main part of the store.
Too frilly, too bulky, too skimpy, a disgusting shade of yellow, looked like it would be too small for even five year old little Beverly, holy Merlin when did shopping become so difficult? In her quest to find something somewhat decent she found a fairly nice looking robe but it was still way too big for her. Ella looked the robe over and decided to put it back when she noticed a tall blonde girl standing next to her and realized that she had just been spoken to but before she could respond to this girl a blonde woman came up and talked to the other girl, making Ella assume that was probably the girl's mother. Must. Not. Gag, she thought, looking at the hideous yellow boots in the woman's hands.
At the sight of her mother approaching Ella started humming a funeral march but stopped once Rhetta spoke.
“Are you going to try that on?” she asked.
“Are you kidding me? I'd need stilts to where this.”
“They can adjust the length, darling.”
“Yeah, well I didn't want it anyways,” said Ella indignantly, putting the robe back and earning an eye roll. Rhetta's brown eyes swooped over the nearby robes to see if there was enough that she deemed worthy for her daughter when she noticed a familiar face. “Molly? Molly Forte?” she asked in a pleasant voice that Ella knew right away was fake. It was the voice that she used when speaking to house guests that she just wanted to leave. “Wow, long time no see. It's me, Rhetta Berry. Trengove now. I thought I sent you a wedding invitation. The owl must have gotten lost. Oops.” The entire her mother spoke Ella stood there, dramatically mimicking everything she said and stopping whenever Rhetta looked down enough to possibly see Ella's antics.
Rhetta looked down slightly and noticed the blonde girl that had spoken to Ella earlier, back to the woman she had called Molly, and to the girl again. “No way, someone actually had children with you?” she asked in disbelief. “Well... looks like owe Lynette Espenson and Annika d'Auvretcher twenty galleons each.” Rhetta shook her head sadly and Ella looked back and forth a few times between her mother and this other lady when suddenly Rhetta remembered she was there.
“Oh yes and this is Ella,” her mother said in a tone that someone would use to show off a shiny vase that you didn't really buy because you actually liked it, more just because it was expensive and had a designer name or was a priceless artifact.
“Don't bring me into this!” the girl hissed defensively as her mother kind of played with her hair a bit like she always did whenever she wanted Ella to shut up.
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