elliot, nevaeh l., lycan - michelle branch

[nevaeh lux elliot]

nevaeh lux elliot

NICKNAMES	AGE/DATE	GROUP
nev, nevy, ellie, neva	16 & december 5, 1995	lycan

personality

Please ignore her name, because this girl is anything but "heavenly", by any means. She never knew her parents because, no they didn't die, actually, she never had a real set of parents. She was born from a surrogate parent who had no intention of keeping her, and when said surrogate went into labor, well the parents wouldn't answer their phones, couldn't get contacted period, and so no one claimed her, and so she was put into the foster care system from the moment she was born. And like the millions upon millions of kids in this system it was pretty much impossible for her to get a family she could call her own. Even at her young age no set of parents wanted the full burden of taking care of a child that was so young, so Dependant. And placing infants was a picky business. So for awhile she was placed with a single foster home, so life was constant, so her personality was constant for the most part. But when she turned five, she wasn't the cute little child everyone was hoping she would be for the rest of her life.

Five was when she got her first foster replacement, and two years after that her third, and a year after that her forth. With the constant jumping around, always moving it wasn't hard to not get attached to things. She never made friends, and still, today, finds it hard to make friends, especially since she was forever changed into a creature that changes on the full moon of every month. And she thought menstruating was bad. She has pretty much learned everything she does know about being a kid from tv and other experiences around her. From watching those at school to going to other crowded places with kids, simply observing them for their behavior, to learn how she was supposed to behave. She never had friends, at least for long, and her own personality was that of a loner. She didn't blend with the punks, the populars or the jocks. She just floated from group to group, making her friends, loosing friends. One can see why she never really clung to anything, because clinging to something meant it wouldn't changed, and everything always changed for her.

Though I am sure if she ever managed to actually make a friend, simply because of the lycan blood that now runs through her veins she would be very loyal. She has one friend, that she keeps pushing away when he gets to close to finding out what she is exactly. She just, doesn't want to hurt him, knows that being what she is...it can't make a healthy relationship. But if keeping this secret as far from Reid keeps him safe she's willing to do it. This friendship is all she has besides her relationship with a boy named Jeremiah. She's delusional on his love for her, he's verbally and a bit physically abusive to her but she's so desperate to feel loved that she's willing to put up with it in order to feel loved in the slightest bit, even if she does seem to spend more time with Reid than she does Jeremiah these days. And she feels like her boyfriend is on to it, he's more angry than usual, but she'll deal to keep the love around.

biography

“Don’t get me started on my life, it’s a ridiculous with how story book based my life seems to be. So my supposed parents supposedly couldn’t have kids on their own, supposedly. My mom couldn’t carry children though her eggs and all that nasty crap was completely functional, or so I’ve heard. Well so they got a surrogate to carry me. Don’t know what that is? It’s a woman willing to carry a child that is in no way genetically related to them, aka they took my mom’s eggs, fertilized with my dad’s baby makin’ serum and then shove me into some other chicks hoo-ha. But the funny part, oh well when it was time to claim their child they never showed up to the damn hospital after I was born. Their phones were disconnected and well, it was like they ever even existed. Scam much? I’m not sure but I have never had a long term family. Sure I was able to stay in a home for a good five years straight but I don’t remember those fives year, let alone the people I had stayed with and supposedly learned to call “mom and dad”. Nore do I remember why they gave me up, must’ve done something pretty bad to make them let go of a five year old. I was a pretty cute kid then.

“From that point on I was simply bounced from foster home to foster home for one reason or another. Either the family didn’t like my detached attitude or they just…couldn’t afford me I guess. It was like I was some homeless puppy dog just trying to find a nice place to live, and it was getting pretty tiring if you tell me. No literately, the days I would have to change homes I would sleep for hours on end just to avoid all the drama, I was and technically still am a quiet child. I avoided a lot of drama because back then I wanted a family, I would do anything to please possible parents and most possible adoptive parents wanted quiet and easy to take care of children, well, I didn’t really know what it meant to be a child. Between the constant moving, never being around kids my own age I simply learned from the tv, and the tv showed a lot of different kinds of kids, your pretty cheerleaders, asshole jocks, and then the loners. I kind of just threw myself into that part, the loners. I didn’t know who I was, and the no one wanting me factor was really adding on to it.

“Yea I went through the whole “where do I belong” phase and still am. Where the hell am I supposed to go in life if no one will take me in! By the time I was twelve I had been in way to many foster homes to count, and it was getting really bad. Luckily foster system didn’t allow kids to go out of their comfort zone which meant I never left New Orleans, and I certainly got to know the place quite well since I was all over the place. I’m sure if I had ever given myself the chance I would’ve known a good portion of the people in this place too. But I never did give myself the chance, between all the moving I really had to focus on school. It was hard enough to try and get through school without having to think about “how long I’ll be in this home”. I had average grades border-lining horrible. I couldn’t concentrate unless I was alone, and even then my tests were never that good. I always barely passed with a C, maybe a C- at the lowest. They had even suggested holding me back but I pointed out that, well wasn’t going to help my situation much. If I wanted to feel stupid I wouldn’t try at all. I didn’t want to be fifteen and in the sixth grade, that would’ve ruined me mentally.

“Age fourteen, I picked up guitar and choir in middle school. Talents I actually had. Wow I didn’t even know I had those kind of things, but I seemed pretty good. Got a crap ton of solo’s from my choir teacher, he also said that if I kept working I could make a career of my voice but I’m not entirely sure I want to do that, to be famous, it only lasts so long with certain music groups or musicians, I’m gonna need a back up plan if that don’t work out, well I also took up photography, could be a nice little career I figured, plus it gave me a reason to actually own something of value besides my guitar. But my life kind of took a change for the worse a little under a year ago.

“So, I met this guy, named Reid. He’s your…typical asshole but not in the usual way I guess would be the…none complicated way to say it, at least to me. We’d hang out, get paired up for projects you know the kind of thing that would form a friendship and most likely nothing else. I mean c’mon, this was a guy that obviously had no intension on actually having a relationship, something that I will always want, not that I would ever admit why. Its something I never had, anyone could even somewhat understand why I always feel so starved of physical affection. But no, that’s not what make my life a bit of a hell hole. No what had happened had been walking home from school, alone of course, I lived in a pretty big house with about seven other kids and their “parents” they were like people that horded foster kids, I was the oldest they ever took in. Anyway, I was a good three miles away from school and this…thing just jumped out of the bushes and took a bite right out of my damn neck and shoulder! Then, out of no where a blonde…I think, it had been really dark that night, had come to my rescue but I had run off in pain before anything else could happen. and my life hadn’t been the same since.

“I didn’t realize what this change was until the next full moon. It had been hard to keep my anger under control that entire month. But that night…I broke out of my house and changed into the scariest thing on the planet. The half wolf half human creature of nightmares. Lycan or whatever the hell you want to call it. The change was absolutely the most painful thing I had ever experienced, but as my life went on I grew used to it and know you find me where I am today, pushing people even further away because not only am I afraid I’ll leave, but I’m afraid I’ll kill them…especially that blonde boy that seems to hover over me, and keep an eye on the guy I’ve been dating recently. But it’s the first time I’ve felt even the smallest bit of love…sure…he…yells a lot but…he loves me and I know he does.”

FACE CLAIM	ALIAS	TIMZONE
michelle branch	lily bear, lily	DST(hawaii)

[nicky]

accepted

great job lily, our first lycan and i love how she was bitten. can't wait to see her and reid get into some threads, those two are bound to be pretty cute together, but yea, go do your claims please.