Ella Creed, The Water Nymph

by Guest November 21st 2014, 6:25 pm

Ella Creed
Twenty-Three | Female | Nymph | Hetrosexual
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Physically
|Ella Creed always looks good in anything she wears. Her auburn hair is thick yet surprising easy to style after it's straightened. Her facial features could easily tell she's in her early twenties yet you can tell just by her slight weight on her cheeks that her baby fat is still there, yet it'll give her the false illusion when she's older that she's still indeed very young. Pale blue eyes that sometimes lead to falsely thinking that they are grey. Her smile should be on a tooth paste advert somewhere in the world.
Yet her face is stunning her body is curved yet not so big assets on her chest and butt, so with help with modern lingerie this does indeed help her breast seem bigger then what they are. Yet all down to this Ella is actually only 5'5'' quiet short indeed and her feet are only size UK 4 / US 6. Her hands match her feet too, they are small but she has long fingers and at the tips will be a french manicure nail. |

Personality
|Ella is a very open person. If you asked her How many times she has farted in public today? She laugh and tell you how many times she has done it today. She has no shame in anything she really does. You live once right? Well thats how she lives. Ella has a soft spot for kittens, if she didn't find a husband, she'll want to be that old lady on your street that has ten cats! She always 'tries' to do one good deed a day, not that she believes that it would send her to heaven. -No She knows she going to hell.- She just a nice person.. Unless you insult when she had a bit too many to drink, She'll punch you for sure. Another thing Ella is bad at is remembering names, she can easily remember faces. Ella has a strong distaste towards and weirdly enough cows. |

Back Story
|Ella Creed was born on the 23rd of October in London. Unfortunately for her, She only has one parent which was her father. Her mother who was Clover Strake Creed. She was a beautiful Water Nymph, with passionate red hair and green emeralds for her eyes. Caring and Free-willed women who had nothing until she meet her husband, died during child birth. While her father, Victor August Creed. A stern male character yet under that stern appearance was an over protective father and a loving husband, He was raised as a upper class men. Yet sadly for him, due to losing his wife he had to raise Ella by himself.

Ella's childhood was tough, her father had to work more to support her. Which in the end, she was sent way to France to a boarding school for girls. As horrible as it sounds, she actually had a great time over there. Learning another language was brilliant in her book. Leaving good old grey London behind for the green fields of France was great. She was taught how to ballroom dance, skate, sew, cook, basically to be an old fashioned lady. Yet the best thing about that place was sneaking out at night time running down to kitchen stealing sweets and running back to there room. That was in her younger years. Yet at every end of school year she went back home to London and surprisingly her father would take time off work over that period to spend time with her till she has to go back to School in France.

She remembers the year before her sixteenth birthday, Her father allowed her to drink some wine, after all in France the legal age to drink and of course with your parents consent was sixteen. So being the good father he was, he allowed her to drink one wine glasses of wine with him.. Well actually Victor, drank the rest of the bottle, He even let her have a puff of his cigar too. She remembers to how she felt she was going to cough up her lungs. From that evening Ella Creed gained a taste of Alcohol, she craved more! What best way to have more fun at School? Instead of stealing sweets? They stole the wine instead, two bottles at the end of every month. The two girls she became close friends with hide away in their bathroom with the door locked, drinking there young lives away. From that experience back then Ella found out that in fact she doesn't get hangovers, with not matter how much alcohol she drinks yet the down side to that she can't really remember the rest of the nights. Countless times she has woken up with a stranger or two in her bed while she slept in between them, most of the time fully clothed and others, well.. Lets forget about that shell we?

When Ella finished boarding school she took up a University course in America. Being in America revealed to her how much of a Nymph really was her looks, she caught too many peoples attention. She seemed to be drawn to water too, All she had to do was raise her hand towards the water at it'll ripple towards her. Even when she steps into freezing cold water, the temperature didn't bother her at all. She could even tell if the water was polluted or not just by staring at it. Yet what bothered her most was the fact people kept watching her every move. So in the end most of the time Ella hided her face under hats, sunglasses, hoods, scarves.. she tried everything yet it didn't stop them. She had to learn how to deal with this inhuman beauty that her mother has given her.
Yet she even found her self a boyfriend, yet that seem to be too good to be true as well. After a year and a half with being with him she found out that he had been beating people up, hospitalising them all due to her looks. Jealousy was ugly on her boyfriend, she some how forgave him and promised her to never do it again, she in the end he failed to do. Yet he knew became controlling of her. Which was the last step, he was arrested and had a restraining order on him.

Finishing her three years in University, She got her Art & Design Degree. Though those years Ella has comes to terms with herself. Her beauty was out of her control. Many times modelling agencies have begged her to join them and each time refused politely. Twenty Five Marriage Proposals, six marriage proposal from her ex boyfriend. Many, Many, Many strangers both male and female asking her out on the streets. Even homeless people, yet she rejected them carefully and gently while giving the person some spare change she has.

Now this foreign beauty is traveling to see the world and draw it down on paper and charcoal. Yet deep down she is really wanting to find Mr. Right.|

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Example Post
|'It's been a long day. 'The window rattles as the track lay ahead leading this cart to it's destination, greyness kisses the heavens 'there's no sun today.' No doubt about it'll rain soon and the lonely passenger sitting at the table in the cart couldn't help but think as they stare at the window instead of their cluttered table in front of them. Rattling of windows could easily break the silence that the passenger was sitting in, a heavy sigh left the roes coloured lips. Fingers thread though the auburn locks that lay on this small frames shoulders. Pushing it back revealing pale blue eyes, which look in fact a dull grey due to the poor lighting in the cart.

Rustling of paper can be heard, feminine fingers, working through the papers, separating the charcoal pictures apart. An Artist? Yes. This Women is Ella Creed, just recently left France, near Rochefort-en-Terre in fact, visiting her old friend's home town. Flipping over the picture reveals a finely detailed charcoal drawing of a young mother breast feeding her baby, yet from the way the picture was drawn it looks like the mother is looking down at the babe. The female couldn't help but smile, this lady was one of her best friends when she was in boarding school with her and now she has a child with a loving husband too.

The female sets the paper back down on top of the portrait of a kitten playing with a ball of yawn. 'How quick time goes for others who are not myself.' Ella was pulled out of her thoughts from the banging behind her. The door linking the carts? Was someone coming in? 'Wait- The trains slowing down.' The young Nymph stood up and leant towards her window more to see up a head. Ah! the station, that means they are stopping. Yet the female slumped herself back down into her seat after all this wasn't her stop.

Ella went back to organising her artwork in front of her as the train comes to a halt. People Rushing to get to the doors, wanting to get on and off. Inpatient humans as always. Yet did they not realise that the next cart, the one that Ella was sitting in was empty apart from her? Anyway the train had to wait for the other one to move on before it could actually leave the station again. There was always, no matter what the race, last minute people to jump on.|