Eli Rainer

[!Skye*]

Face Claim: Maggie Gyllenhaal

Intro/History/Personality All in ONE!:
(since Intro and History aren't required, take this whole thing as personality, I guess xD)
Hello! My name's Elizebeth Coraline Rainer. Call me anything but Eli and you get a shit in your face. Haha! I'm kidding, but please, just call me Eli. So how are you? ...Oh wait. I don't care! More about me, less about you, riiight? Anyhoo...I was born on August Fourth, and I am currently Sixteen years old. Thank GOD! I can finally drive a car on my own! I don't own one though. I'm the kinda girl who likes dudes, although I can't help but take a fancy at the other galls sometimes. I don't have a boyfriend. I guess I just don't really feel the need to get one yet. Maybe not ever. Huh. Anyway, I came here from sunny ol' California a couple years back. My mom and my dad never wanted me to go to a boarding school, but it was bound to happen. I needed some fresh air and reality. I have three older brothers, Jake, Zane, and Joshua. See, my mom is the type of person who believes that all little girls are fairies and princesses. When I was born, she couldn't believe it. This is why my name is Elizebeth Coraline Rainer. Because I was meant to be a princess. She had always wanted a little girl. Some little girl I turned out to be!

Growing up with three older brothers was an interesting influence on my life. Looking back at it, I guess it was pretty cool. I was never the little princess of the family. I've always been right up there with Jake, Zane, and Joshua. I've always been a tom-boy. When Zane came home one day from his fourth grade class with the new nickname, "Spyder," I was done being little Elizebeth. I thought for a moment on what I could turn Elizebeth into so that it wasn't a fairy's name. I came up with Eli, a boys name that came straight from Elizebeth. As much as my mom was reluctant to call me that, she did. I told her that some fairies are little devilish pixies. I was one. She accepted it.

All of my brothers went to college, exept for Joshua, who was a year and a half older than me. He could drive, and just the two of us went on a vacation out here to New York one summer. I saw the campus here and officially decided that I wanted to live in New York and attent to this school. Joshua thought it was a great idea. He almost came here too, since he was looking for colleges. But mom made him go to some school in Souther Cali. What a pain in the ass! I applied here without her knowing, and when I told her that I had gotten accepted, she was astonished. Seeing how motivated I was to come to New York, she let me. So here I am! Hallelujah!

My mom still wishes I was back home. She never calls me, but sends me the occasional letter. Usually they have little teardrops on the corner. I never mail her back. I'm too lazy. I text her the simple," thanks 4 ur letr. I likd it.L8r!" I, tough, am the kind of person who holds grudges pretty easily, like most dudes. See, I, can never forgive my brothers for making fun of my old name, Elizebeth. I never, EVER call them. Sometimes I text to Joshua though. He was always nice about it, though I hold a grudge because when we used to share a room, he always made me turn out the lights. So, I'm pretty disconnected with the whole family. My dad? I don't even remember what he looks like really. He always went on business trips, and he never came home unless I was gone. Funny, huh? So, being Eli, I hold a grudge on hom too. Hey, I'm nice too. I talk with my friends all of the time. I just find it more fun to make fun of them. But my posse, a pile of people made up of me, some dudes, some more dudes, maybe another girl, some more dudes...etc. Hey, I'm just brusque like that okay? Its not my fault that I can't resist burping at the table, if I even sit at the table. Usually, its just me, some food, and a computer. Simple, yes? Well, they always say, Simplicity is the key to happiness! ...not that I care.

Special Ability:
Ever needed to hide? Ever needed a runaway? Eli has the solution for this. She is able to create herself silent to anyone she chooses. It helps in class rooms, mostly. She excludes the teacher in her nice talks simply by thinking that he can't hear her. Even when they can't hear her, everyone else can. She can tell secrets without getting caught by excluding everyone from her thoughts exept for the one person she chooses to tell. To everyone else, she is silent. It isn't only for her voice, though. She can knock on a door and make it so only those inside can hear her, or she can walk through a hallway without a sound.

Physical Description:
Take a look.
I'm short! I'm proud! My general figure is little, but definately not delicate and frail. I'm not one of those perfect little skinny princess whose legs are tall enough to reach the sky, although my mother would have loved me to be one. I'm small but I have a very burly shoulder structure, making me intmidating even to the tall dudes! I still have the skinny princess-like factor though. I'm thin, I;m NOT a princess, k? I've got long arms, and a I've got straight brown hair that curves around the lines of my head, and begins to thin out at my ears. It continues rolling down my face until it gets about to the bottom of my neck. By the time it gets there, Its gone.
My eyes are a light teal color, not quite blue, but not quite green. They are very light, aven with the light bits of brown flectuations mixed in thm., My mother used to call them the most beautiful color of pea green, just like Princesss Pea had. Who the hell is princess pea? Anyway, I just call them jade or teal. I like the simplicity better. Yes, mother said that my eyelashes are long like that Pincess Pea's were. I don't even know who this fairy tale character is, but I sure hate her! I never, EVER use mascera. my eyelashes are already pretty long, and I'm not the little pet of a girlfriend. I don't want to be. My nose is very average and round, and kinda looks like...Haha...any other sixteen year old's nose, but with less zit problems. SCORE! Okay. I hate this. I used to have this german kid who followed me around all the time. He clearly had a huge crush on me. I was about fourteen. He told me that my lips would be the perfect ones to kiss. As much as I agree with him, I punched him in the face. So, they're perfect. Whatever.

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