Post by ellorah armstrong on Jul 8, 2012 18:30:27 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #9c5f5b, bTable][tr][cs=2] ellorah joleigh armstrong. twenty four. teacher. dianna agron. | |
[rs=2] | All of her life, everything had been just the way she thought it would be. Ellorah grew up in a small town to a pastor and his wife. Robert and Joleigh were their names and they were the best parents she could ever ask for. Sure, at times, she felt like they wouldn't hear her out when she spoke of different things, but in the end they were always there for her. When she failed her first test, when she lost her first love, and even when she broke a nail, they were always ready for her with their open arms. As much as she loved her hometown, she coudln't help but feel the need to go out on her own and see what else the world had to offer. She'd signed up for several schools but kept it from her parents since they'd always talked about her going to a school close-by to them. She knew why. They wanted her close so that they could always be sure she was okay and when she wasn't, they'd go to her immediately. So, you could only imagine how hard it must have been for them when their daughter told them she got accepted into an art institute. Perhaps the only reason they'd agreed was because they knew how much their daughter loved to draw and loved to paint. Their was a certain gleam in her eyes that shone when she got a hold of a paintbrush. So, off she was to college. At first, it had been terrifying. Back in her hometown, everyone knew everyone and you couldn't so much as mumble a secret becaure the whole town would know it in no time. And in this new place, she knew nobody. But, as time passed and she grew comfortable with the large amount of people and the big town, she loved it. Actual art classes as opposed to what she would do when she was at home was definitely an eye opener. There had been so much more to drawing and sketching than she had ever considered. The years passed quickly and she changed, or so her father remarked. She was much more open-minded and not as naive as she had been before leaving home to take classes. She enjoyed to hear her parents talk about her and how she had changed into some 'big city gal'. She went to visit them every chance she had. When she was twenty-two, she graduated from college and went onto take the higher levels of art so she could possibly make it a carreer. Instead of taking college classes like she usually did, though, she came home. She felt she needed to come hom and spend some time with her parents. She hadn't told the she was coming, so she was very excited to suprise them when she arrived. But when the time came, it was her that was to be suprised. Ellorah walked into her home, beaming as she called out to her parents. What she gto back was a scream. She dropped her things and ran to the source, her whole being going cold. She hadn't been sure whether to run towards it or away. It was too late to turn back a few seconds later. She found her father in the hall, wounds made by what looked like claws trailing along his face. Her legs, her arms, everything lost feeling. This hadn't been what was suppoed to happen. She began to scream. She screamed so hard, she could taste blood in the back of her throat. She had just collapsed to the floor without ever reaching the scream she'd heard earlier, which could have only been one other person. Days later she woke up in a hospital, screaming and crying. When she'd finally managed to calm down, she noticed something that she hadn't before. There were things surrounding the doctors and nurses that came in and out. Then, the night before the morning she would be released, someone came to talk to her. A priest who'd come to preach faith and tell her not to give up. Things were a blur; she still hadn't accepted what had happened. Then, before he left, he touched her and she'd left. She'd gone somewhere else in the back of her mind where images began to flash through her mind. When she came back, she was gasping for air, looking wide-eyes at the man whose hand she had in a firm grip. She began to cry and looked up at the man, not knowing what to do. "...father...something's wrong with me.." "Child...tomorrow..come see me." He gave her a card and left in a rush, leaving her to spend the night clueless to what had just happened. Because she had nowhere else to go and nothingleft to do, she went to the church of the priest and awaited for his surmon to be over. Everything that had been said to her was more that she thought she could handle. He'd told her what attacked her parents, claiming to know the hunter that had gone in to save her after she'd passed out. He took her to his home and she spend the next year there, trying to understand everything without completely going insane. he'd helped her with the powers, telling her that they'd been dwelling within her throughout her entire life and that the trauma of what she went through had woken them up. She'd still found nothing to live for until he brought up that there were other's like her in the world. People who had powers and others who'd had something precious taken from them. He'd told her of the Winchesters and the academy that had gone up. Two days later, she had the little she had with her and was ready to go. "Take me to them." She had decided. She was going to try and help others who'd gone through the pain she had. If there was a way to ease their sorrows and stuggles, even just a little, she was going to do it. After being taken to the academy and speaking to the brothers, she'd been accepted into them. She works as an art instructor, using it to channel the kids in the school's feelings throught expression. She remains to herself a lot when it comes to her own personal self and feelings, but she gives nothing but compassion and understanding to her kids and the people around her. They had probably had it harder than her. She doesn't want revenge and she doesn't want to hurt, but she wants to help. And that is what she is working on doing. |
selina. eighteen. four. |
