Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 14:22:37 GMT
Eleanor Devaux-Alexander
Female | 18 |
French-St Lucian | Demisexual |
155 cm | 52 kg |
Halfblood | |
personality
[attr="class","profileboxscroll"] A petite young woman with a quiet kind of confidence behind her, Eleanor takes pleasure in the simple things life provides while this may be in part due to her growing up in a third world country, Ellie tries not to think about it in that manner, she’s the type to seize every day and just try to have a good time. Unfortunately, it does make her look more than a little ungrateful about how much she's spoiled by her father's side of the family.
Welcoming, kind and always willing to help, Eleanor is a friendly face. It is quite noticeable that she tries to keep her accent as ‘neutral’ as possible around people that she doesn’t know, a sign of some sort of insecurity that stems from her father’s side of the family not thinking that her natural accent is 'proper'. She comes across as overly polite and prim to strangers because of this, despite her welcoming smile.
It wouldn’t be right to call her the big sister type entirely but she does seem to have some motherly/big sisterish habits, although it’s a bit odd, sometimes she can play the big sister who is willing to take you to the beach, go to the biggest parties with you and just let you let loose. Other times she’s the responsible type, almost matronly in her attitude. It very much depends on who she’s with, although she naturally assumes the fun sister role with those who are younger than her but unrelated to her while the motherly side comes out more around her neighbours, cousins and close friends. Basically she’s the mum friend. They’re both natural facets of her personality and don’t seem particularly forced.
She believes actions speak louder than words, that the visual is important because it’s the first thing that people tend to care most about and so she cleans up very well. To her, this shows she has pride in her abilities, pride in her appearance, pride in her home and family—it’s all good provided it’s in moderation. Occasionally she gets a little carried away and may come across as somewhat vain but it’s not entirely without reason, she’s pretty, she takes care of things and makes them look pretty too. And unfortunately, the fact that she’s pretty matters just as much as her intelligence to her father’s side of the family.
Although she doesn’t look like it, she’s a nature lover with a particular weakness for parrots and iguanas, if she goes to another country you’ll bet that she’ll take pictures of the landscape and the flora and the fauna because it’s all different and awesome and no two places are the same to her. Might be because she has always been into iguanas, or because nature in general is just fabulous. We will never know. Creative yet traditional, she’s also somewhat arty, taking photos, making scrapbooks, painting. She's quite intelligent, able to speak French, St Lucian Creole and English all fluently, that doesn't necessarily mean that she thrives in every subject, when she's bad at something she's really bad at something. She falls asleep during Divination, she has caused explosions and sent herself to the Hospital Wing in Potions.
Having grown up in a honeymoon destination one could describe her as someone who is in love with the idea of love, she romanticizes things heavily and gets a bit of a fluffy feeling when she sees couples around. That doesn’t mean that she’s any good with romance though, she’s suddenly clumsy when she has a crush, clumsy and easily manipulated. Poor gal gets real love sick. She's quite naive to the intentions of others, she's got her heartbroken a few times because of it. But she's still in love with love.
She tends to have some kind of sense of right and wrong. Eleanor’s quite mature because of this ingrained sense of right and wrong but due to this she’s also quite headstrong. Questioning her beliefs is going to earn you an arched eyebrow at best and the silent treatment at worst, she’s quick to cool down but it’s easier to just nod your head and agree with what she says than try to get into an argument. It’s not like she thrives on conflict or anything so she tries her best to be somewhat reasonable too. It's just quite hard for her.
The fact that she’s as stubborn as a mule might be the reason that she sticks to the friends that she has made and her opinions. It gets even worse during the Quidditch world cup because when it comes to France she’s insufferable in her support of them. Overly competitive, a bit too passionate—wow, she’s terrible during World Cup games, absolutely terrible. On the bright side when she’s playing as Seeker she only trash talks for the beginning of the game.
Unfortunately, Eleanor is often drowned out, censored and just generally discouraged by her French relatives, she becomes more subdued, much more prim and lady like, just generally a little bit more flat. In a situation like this it’s impossible to see her as something more than a pretty face and a long legacy, she seems to lose her substance around people becoming simply a 'yes' girl. Although she noticeably comes back to life when she’s in St Lucia or Beauxbatons, for those who only know her through family connections, she's not got any 'oomph' behind her. Considering that she's the illegitimate daughter of a philandering man, the fact that she has been brought up as his eldest and trueborn heir doesn't sit right by some. And she knows it, she tries a little too hard to show just how 'perfect' (an already unattainable concept) she can be.
Eleanor tries to be chill, but that’s always easier said than done.
Trivia:
Welcoming, kind and always willing to help, Eleanor is a friendly face. It is quite noticeable that she tries to keep her accent as ‘neutral’ as possible around people that she doesn’t know, a sign of some sort of insecurity that stems from her father’s side of the family not thinking that her natural accent is 'proper'. She comes across as overly polite and prim to strangers because of this, despite her welcoming smile.
It wouldn’t be right to call her the big sister type entirely but she does seem to have some motherly/big sisterish habits, although it’s a bit odd, sometimes she can play the big sister who is willing to take you to the beach, go to the biggest parties with you and just let you let loose. Other times she’s the responsible type, almost matronly in her attitude. It very much depends on who she’s with, although she naturally assumes the fun sister role with those who are younger than her but unrelated to her while the motherly side comes out more around her neighbours, cousins and close friends. Basically she’s the mum friend. They’re both natural facets of her personality and don’t seem particularly forced.
She believes actions speak louder than words, that the visual is important because it’s the first thing that people tend to care most about and so she cleans up very well. To her, this shows she has pride in her abilities, pride in her appearance, pride in her home and family—it’s all good provided it’s in moderation. Occasionally she gets a little carried away and may come across as somewhat vain but it’s not entirely without reason, she’s pretty, she takes care of things and makes them look pretty too. And unfortunately, the fact that she’s pretty matters just as much as her intelligence to her father’s side of the family.
Although she doesn’t look like it, she’s a nature lover with a particular weakness for parrots and iguanas, if she goes to another country you’ll bet that she’ll take pictures of the landscape and the flora and the fauna because it’s all different and awesome and no two places are the same to her. Might be because she has always been into iguanas, or because nature in general is just fabulous. We will never know. Creative yet traditional, she’s also somewhat arty, taking photos, making scrapbooks, painting. She's quite intelligent, able to speak French, St Lucian Creole and English all fluently, that doesn't necessarily mean that she thrives in every subject, when she's bad at something she's really bad at something. She falls asleep during Divination, she has caused explosions and sent herself to the Hospital Wing in Potions.
Having grown up in a honeymoon destination one could describe her as someone who is in love with the idea of love, she romanticizes things heavily and gets a bit of a fluffy feeling when she sees couples around. That doesn’t mean that she’s any good with romance though, she’s suddenly clumsy when she has a crush, clumsy and easily manipulated. Poor gal gets real love sick. She's quite naive to the intentions of others, she's got her heartbroken a few times because of it. But she's still in love with love.
She tends to have some kind of sense of right and wrong. Eleanor’s quite mature because of this ingrained sense of right and wrong but due to this she’s also quite headstrong. Questioning her beliefs is going to earn you an arched eyebrow at best and the silent treatment at worst, she’s quick to cool down but it’s easier to just nod your head and agree with what she says than try to get into an argument. It’s not like she thrives on conflict or anything so she tries her best to be somewhat reasonable too. It's just quite hard for her.
The fact that she’s as stubborn as a mule might be the reason that she sticks to the friends that she has made and her opinions. It gets even worse during the Quidditch world cup because when it comes to France she’s insufferable in her support of them. Overly competitive, a bit too passionate—wow, she’s terrible during World Cup games, absolutely terrible. On the bright side when she’s playing as Seeker she only trash talks for the beginning of the game.
Unfortunately, Eleanor is often drowned out, censored and just generally discouraged by her French relatives, she becomes more subdued, much more prim and lady like, just generally a little bit more flat. In a situation like this it’s impossible to see her as something more than a pretty face and a long legacy, she seems to lose her substance around people becoming simply a 'yes' girl. Although she noticeably comes back to life when she’s in St Lucia or Beauxbatons, for those who only know her through family connections, she's not got any 'oomph' behind her. Considering that she's the illegitimate daughter of a philandering man, the fact that she has been brought up as his eldest and trueborn heir doesn't sit right by some. And she knows it, she tries a little too hard to show just how 'perfect' (an already unattainable concept) she can be.
Eleanor tries to be chill, but that’s always easier said than done.
Trivia:
- She's about 1/8 or 1/16 Veela depending on which member of the family that you ask.
- Most of her former significant others have used her to get close to her father, get free tickets, generally take advantage of her situation. Unfortunately, her father's still on pretty good terms with all of them. So she sort of has to be as well.
- Has ambitions of being a sports pundit or coach but it's likely that she'll be married off as a trophy wife or get forced into playing Seeker after graduation.
history
[attr="class","profileboxscroll"] Both the Devaux and Alexander families have had a long, mixed lineage, having their roots in Marseilles, France and the Scottish-English border respectively as well as the west coast of Africa India (in the case of the Alexander family) and the islands of St Lucia and Martinique, the history of the families are both intimately intertwined with the islands that they ended up residing in. As such Eleanor has a long mixed history behind her, she has magical ancestors reaching back to the original inhabitants of the island of St Lucia, to tribes in Africa and Indian wizards and witches, it’s something she takes some pride in. The Alexander family in particular has blended in with muggles extensively, they are particularly well known in their local community for the ‘obeah magic’ that their recent ancestors used. The Devaux family however, is much more stereotypically pureblood aristocracy, they are considered a French wizarding family of the highest calibre and have always been held in high regard. They’re also known for the lavish parties that Eleanor has had the pleasure of being present at. Her paternal uncle is a member of France’s auror department and is damn well known, as such she's best known as Eleanor Devaux, despite the fact that her name is supposed to be double barrel.
The daughter of a famous French Martinican Keeper, Bastien Devaux and his long-time partner Sessene Alexander with whom he had an on and off relationship with that still lasts to this very day, it's not uncommon for Eleanor to come home every two years to find that her parents have opted to give it 'another go'.
Eleanor Athenais Devaux-Alexander grew up the daughter of a pretty big celebrity and in the middle of her parent’s messy marriage. Bastien, a handsome man rumoured to be part Veela, and his studious wife who lived for the serene beauty and the nature of her home island of Saint Lucia. She was born as something to fix their marriage problems, to put it nicely, a baby who would hopefully bring them both together despite their busy work schedules and her father’s rumoured infidelity. And it worked well for the most part, until Bastien met a pretty new seeker who he couldn’t quite tear his eyes from. They had a fling and the result was Eleanor’s unplanned younger sibling Dominique.
And so began the long and awkward custody battle between her parents, a token gesture, her situation growing up changed fourteen times in eleven years. One-year dad would have custody, but leave her in the care of her paternal grandfather and some house elves on St Lucia because he didn’t want her to miss school and he was too busy with quidditch, another year her mother would have her, another year they would be together and share custody. The next year someone would do something and offend the other party, leaving them to leave the shared home and take her with them. Sometimes the arrangements wouldn’t even last a year and she was often in the middle, it wasn’t fun.
Her childhood was mostly spent in Saint Lucia and she very much indemnities as Saint Lucian, there was no doubt about that, her grandmother a talented herbologist would often take her out to the patch of land that had been in their family for two centuries at most to pick plants. Her mother would take her to study the fauna of the island, which is where Ellie’s love of iguanas stems from. Even when she lived with her father’s family she did not have much contact with Dominique, who stayed with her own maternal grandparents, only meeting during birthdays and special occasions, however she took a shine to her younger half-sister, making friendship bracelets for the next time they met, playing Quidditch with her in the backyard (Ellie would never admit it, but Dominique was clearly the only sister who had inherited their dad’s talent as a keeper and it wasn’t until she entered Beauxbatons that she realized that she had any talent as a Seeker).
At the age of ten her father took her and her sister Dominique to live with his mother in France, ripped apart from the island that she loved so much Eleanor had problems adjusting to France at first. Just as she managed to do so at age eleven,making a companion in the form of a muggle girl she was moved to her uncle’s home, where she got an acceptance letter from Beauxbatons in time for her twelfth birthday—the next few weeks were spent with her uncle’s wife making sure that her magical abilities were up to scratch, the family had a reputation and all that. Fortunately, this would be the only time that she would be forced to study in France during her holiday time as her father took her to St Lucia instead.
In Beauxbatons, Eleanor was sorted into Lierre, where she thrived, with a good few friends with her and a sudden will to want to impress them even more as well as to simply be there for them she settled down rather well, becoming Seeker for her house in her third year. Slowly becoming a confident young woman in the process, despite a few heartbreaks, accidents and a few explosions in Potions. She is now a strange dichotomy of rural girl and aristocracy. A product of the luxury of her father’s pampering and the rustic feel of her childhood at the beach, in the rainforest, picking herbs and looking at animals.
While she spends most of the summer holidays at Saint Lucia, Christmas and other occasions are spent in France and she's often taken from her summer holidays on her native island when the Devaux family have a party to attend or host, which is wearily often. She's in higher demand now that she's of age apparently, chances are the family just wanted to show her off more.
The daughter of a famous French Martinican Keeper, Bastien Devaux and his long-time partner Sessene Alexander with whom he had an on and off relationship with that still lasts to this very day, it's not uncommon for Eleanor to come home every two years to find that her parents have opted to give it 'another go'.
Eleanor Athenais Devaux-Alexander grew up the daughter of a pretty big celebrity and in the middle of her parent’s messy marriage. Bastien, a handsome man rumoured to be part Veela, and his studious wife who lived for the serene beauty and the nature of her home island of Saint Lucia. She was born as something to fix their marriage problems, to put it nicely, a baby who would hopefully bring them both together despite their busy work schedules and her father’s rumoured infidelity. And it worked well for the most part, until Bastien met a pretty new seeker who he couldn’t quite tear his eyes from. They had a fling and the result was Eleanor’s unplanned younger sibling Dominique.
And so began the long and awkward custody battle between her parents, a token gesture, her situation growing up changed fourteen times in eleven years. One-year dad would have custody, but leave her in the care of her paternal grandfather and some house elves on St Lucia because he didn’t want her to miss school and he was too busy with quidditch, another year her mother would have her, another year they would be together and share custody. The next year someone would do something and offend the other party, leaving them to leave the shared home and take her with them. Sometimes the arrangements wouldn’t even last a year and she was often in the middle, it wasn’t fun.
Her childhood was mostly spent in Saint Lucia and she very much indemnities as Saint Lucian, there was no doubt about that, her grandmother a talented herbologist would often take her out to the patch of land that had been in their family for two centuries at most to pick plants. Her mother would take her to study the fauna of the island, which is where Ellie’s love of iguanas stems from. Even when she lived with her father’s family she did not have much contact with Dominique, who stayed with her own maternal grandparents, only meeting during birthdays and special occasions, however she took a shine to her younger half-sister, making friendship bracelets for the next time they met, playing Quidditch with her in the backyard (Ellie would never admit it, but Dominique was clearly the only sister who had inherited their dad’s talent as a keeper and it wasn’t until she entered Beauxbatons that she realized that she had any talent as a Seeker).
At the age of ten her father took her and her sister Dominique to live with his mother in France, ripped apart from the island that she loved so much Eleanor had problems adjusting to France at first. Just as she managed to do so at age eleven,making a companion in the form of a muggle girl she was moved to her uncle’s home, where she got an acceptance letter from Beauxbatons in time for her twelfth birthday—the next few weeks were spent with her uncle’s wife making sure that her magical abilities were up to scratch, the family had a reputation and all that. Fortunately, this would be the only time that she would be forced to study in France during her holiday time as her father took her to St Lucia instead.
In Beauxbatons, Eleanor was sorted into Lierre, where she thrived, with a good few friends with her and a sudden will to want to impress them even more as well as to simply be there for them she settled down rather well, becoming Seeker for her house in her third year. Slowly becoming a confident young woman in the process, despite a few heartbreaks, accidents and a few explosions in Potions. She is now a strange dichotomy of rural girl and aristocracy. A product of the luxury of her father’s pampering and the rustic feel of her childhood at the beach, in the rainforest, picking herbs and looking at animals.
While she spends most of the summer holidays at Saint Lucia, Christmas and other occasions are spent in France and she's often taken from her summer holidays on her native island when the Devaux family have a party to attend or host, which is wearily often. She's in higher demand now that she's of age apparently, chances are the family just wanted to show her off more.
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[attr="class","profileboxscroll"]“We call her Hélène; you know? A precious little nickname, fitting, no? Doesn’t my granddaughter have a face a man might start a war for?”
A wrinkled hand made a gentle come hither movement as Eleanor, dressed in pale pink dress robes, tentatively walked into the room. Father had told her that the Trevelyan family’s estate had the most beautiful view of the ocean from there. What she hadn’t expected however, was her grandmother’s gossiping circle to have found the place first. Bright eyes shifted to the balcony, looking almost wistfully at the sea before making her way to her grey eyed grandmother.
The dark haired witch took a seat by her grand-mère, hands folded neatly on her knees, posture perfect, with a soft smile gracing her lips, a soft, subdued sort of confidence came from the Caribbean woman. As if being compared to the Homeric homewrecker was a compliment, as if the only thing that mattered was the surface, internally she noted there had been no comment on her schoolwork or her house, grand-mère must not have enjoyed advertising that she was not in Belladone like almost every other member of the family had been.
Still, grand-mère found it fitting to boast about her and for that she was grateful. Grateful and slightly embarrassed, her cheeks were on fire and she found herself relieved that her dark skin hid her embarrassment well.
Her grandmother reached forward to take her hand, a sign of familial affection, a potent tool to make her point to the rest of the women. ‘My granddaughter turned up, my granddaughter made the effort to come and seek her grandmother out.
“She plays Seeker, that’s two Quidditch players in the family now. She’s so much like Bastien, we are so proud of her.”
Blue eyes watched intently, shining with some sort of reverence at her grandmother’s compliment. Practiced perfectly of course, her mind wandered to the sea outside, to the beach that was probably there and how it was nothing like the warm sands of her home. The sea was probably freezing, not the crystal blue of Saint Lucia. She had been on a beach in England a few times, one of the few times she went to the beach in a coat. The sand had been clumpy, cold and generally unpleasant.
Eleanor could imagine it now, she’d run down the stone steps of the estate, throwing her jewellery off, tossing her shoes onto the side before lifting her dress robes up far enough for her to wade in the ocean. The cold water would bite at her ankles, her calves, her thighs depending on just how far she managed to get in. Perhaps she’d drag Dominique with her, perhaps they’d do cartwheels in the sand.
She would probably end up with a cold, scolded by her uncle and generally unhappy with the result.
But by god, it would have been so much better than this party.
.
A wrinkled hand made a gentle come hither movement as Eleanor, dressed in pale pink dress robes, tentatively walked into the room. Father had told her that the Trevelyan family’s estate had the most beautiful view of the ocean from there. What she hadn’t expected however, was her grandmother’s gossiping circle to have found the place first. Bright eyes shifted to the balcony, looking almost wistfully at the sea before making her way to her grey eyed grandmother.
The dark haired witch took a seat by her grand-mère, hands folded neatly on her knees, posture perfect, with a soft smile gracing her lips, a soft, subdued sort of confidence came from the Caribbean woman. As if being compared to the Homeric homewrecker was a compliment, as if the only thing that mattered was the surface, internally she noted there had been no comment on her schoolwork or her house, grand-mère must not have enjoyed advertising that she was not in Belladone like almost every other member of the family had been.
Still, grand-mère found it fitting to boast about her and for that she was grateful. Grateful and slightly embarrassed, her cheeks were on fire and she found herself relieved that her dark skin hid her embarrassment well.
Her grandmother reached forward to take her hand, a sign of familial affection, a potent tool to make her point to the rest of the women. ‘My granddaughter turned up, my granddaughter made the effort to come and seek her grandmother out.
“She plays Seeker, that’s two Quidditch players in the family now. She’s so much like Bastien, we are so proud of her.”
Blue eyes watched intently, shining with some sort of reverence at her grandmother’s compliment. Practiced perfectly of course, her mind wandered to the sea outside, to the beach that was probably there and how it was nothing like the warm sands of her home. The sea was probably freezing, not the crystal blue of Saint Lucia. She had been on a beach in England a few times, one of the few times she went to the beach in a coat. The sand had been clumpy, cold and generally unpleasant.
Eleanor could imagine it now, she’d run down the stone steps of the estate, throwing her jewellery off, tossing her shoes onto the side before lifting her dress robes up far enough for her to wade in the ocean. The cold water would bite at her ankles, her calves, her thighs depending on just how far she managed to get in. Perhaps she’d drag Dominique with her, perhaps they’d do cartwheels in the sand.
She would probably end up with a cold, scolded by her uncle and generally unhappy with the result.
But by god, it would have been so much better than this party.
.
other
Wand | |
Peacock Tail Feather | willow |
11 inches | very flexible |
Strongest Subject | Weakest Subject |
Herbology/Care of Magical Creatures | divination |
Familiar | Patronus |
gecko | Parrot |
ALEX BENEDETTO from GANGSTA | |
orangE | |
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