Crazy, aren't we?
You pull your eyes away from the kids to the voice; it belongs to a girl. She's got her hands in the pockets of her blue jacket, but takes one out to adjust her white blond hair. She looks at you with gentle, lavender eyes, and plays with the wooden cross on her neck.
She smiles. I haven't seen you before. Well, anyway, my name's El. She holds out her delicate hand, and you take it, letting the girl lead you to the bonfire. They have thrown different paints and the bottles into it, and the flames rise to the sky in bright blues and pinks, and then settle down back to a vibrant orange.
Welcome to the our world.
Full Name ❀ Eliosh (El • eye • ash)
Known As ❀ El
Age ❀ 17
Specie ❀ Lupe
Paint ❀ Island
Love ❀ none
Parents ❀ ...
Siblings ❀ Bo, Tiun
El is kind of... for lack of a better word, a hippie. Or maybe a witch. Even though she was raised in the inner city, she tends to be very in touch with nature and greatly admires its treasures, always keeping flowers and plants in the apartment and taking in different strays.
She's tall for a girl, and tends to be quite awkward when moving around, but does her best to be graceful. Being tall also makes her slender, but that might very well be due to a poverty diet.
One of the most selfless people, Eliosh has this subconscious worry for others and catches herself helping out complete strangers. However her number one priority in her life is her younger brother. She bends over backwards just to work double shifts at the cafe and bar to make sure he has a place to sleep and food to eat. Eli isn't overly sensitive, is often quiet, but not a complete wallflower as she is very beautiful. But, despite everything, you do not want to get on her bad side. For reals.
He's well... I guess he's the light at the end of my road. He helped me find my direction. When our mom ran away with our step-dad, all I could think about was, how am I going to take care of this kid? But somehow I found a job, became able to pay the rent, and still keep at least a 3.0 at school. All because of him. My little Bo. One of the cutest little eleven-year-old's you'll meet, super smart too. I had to beg the middle school to let him skip to eighth grade since he was getting bored, and well... you know how that goes. But he does try hard, never skips school and eats his vegetables and stuff. Even though he doesn't show it, he knows sometimes its hard for me to be the old and "responsible" one, to not be able to live normally and hang out with girlfriends or get a boyfriend or stay out all night. But honestly, in the end, none of that stuff matters to me. I love my little brother with all my heart, and don't want him to have to grow up "scarred for life" or anything like that. But I'm definitely dreading his teenage years. I hope he's not as reckless as...
Probably one of the biggest wishy-washy jerks I've met, this guy. When our parents up and left, he started disappearing for days on end. But usually he came crawling back, groaning "feeeeed mee", playing the brother card. Sometimes I closed the door, after saying "step-brother". I didn't even know I had a mean side until I really had to deal with him. He usually gets the cold shoulder from me, or a snippy remark. Lately, though, he's been coming home a lot. Even has a little set-up on the couch. He's kind of a player though, and gets into lots of girl troubles and weird scenarios. Says I'm the only girl he'll ever really love, the only family he'll ever have is us. I believe him sometimes, too, because I feel the same way; even though I act like I hate him, he's basically mine and Bo's brother. (He brings a lot of business to the club too.) But I still have to be on guard; even though he can be sweet and helpful, sometimes he's cold, manipulative, distant... and there's still the reality that one day he might just up and leave as well.
These are from late 2008 to early 2010... my style has changed DRASTICALLY after having AP Studio Art
note : i lost a lot of cute ones :( because i've been revamped about three times as of late ajdgaslhg