Elle Joyner
Fracturer of Fairytales
Cinderella
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WRITTEN DESCRIPTION:
The little Cinder girl was beautiful... even if no one ever told her as much. Graceful and elegant, despite her station, every move a dance, every word a song, she was in essence the very definition of a lady, from head to toe, inside and out.
Fine features were painted across soft pale skin, light as snow and golden hair fell in curling tendrils down to the small of her back. Beryl jewels for eyes were set beneath thick, dark brows and a slender, girlish figure, small and slight, defined by a long, slender neck, petite hands and feet and a thinly curved waist.
Most typically she is seen in a variation of black slacks, a white button down blouse and a thin red tie - the uniform for her job as a waitress in her father's hotel restaurant.
Lastly, she is never seen without the thin gold chain of a necklace round her throat, upon which is a small charm in the shape of a lamb.
"You say goodbye... Away you fly... But on your lips you'll keep a kiss..."
NAME: Eloise Soot
NICKNAME: Ella, Cidersoot, Cinderella, Sooty
AGE: 17
FAIRYTALE INSPIRATION: Cinderella
GENDER: Female
STRENGTHS:
- A Servants Heart: She is and always has been diligent to give of herself whatever might be necessary, no matter the cost or affect it has on her.
- A Survivors Spirit: Ella possesses the strength to endure, regardless of her circumstances, and only ever always with a smile.
- An Incandescent Disposition: For Ella, there is a bright side to every situation... no matter how dim the light may seem.
FAULTS:
- When Push Comes to Shove: She is a push-over, through and through... There is very little Ella will not do for the people in her life, even those undeserving of her kindness.
- Better to Have...: Her heart belongs to a man who is little more than a vague mystery... the wisp of a dream, shrouded in confusion.
- The Spare Child: She is, and always has been, an apparent source of disdain for her family. A burden, regardless off her always helpful nature. She had never been anyone's first or even last choice and has lived without their love or approval since her adoption.
PERSONALITY:
Because they could think of nothing more to do with her, Ella was put to work in the manor she had been adopted into. Perfectly content to be left alone to her chores, Ella never complained and even found some small delight in the tasks she was assigned to. This, however, further infuriated her mother, who insisted there was something wrong with the girl and tried on multiple occasions to correct the problem at hand.
Still, regardless of her effervescent personality and the strength of her character, Ella was not entirely without her personal struggles. It was a dream that plagued her... the shadow of a past she could barely remember. A glorious, wonderful night, and a face which she would never forget.
- A Servants Heart: She is and always has been diligent to give of herself whatever might be necessary, no matter the cost or affect it has on her.
Adopted as a small child by a wealthy family on a whim, she filled a forth slot in the line of three daughters, all of whom were less than dignified products of having been handed too much, too easily, and not having heard nearly enough of the word no.
It wasn't long before it became evident that Ella did not fit into her new family, the consequence of which manifested more and more as time went on. More staff than valued daughter, Ella nevertheless settled into her home life with a fluid poise, accepting her position with grace and dignity.
Eventually, when she was old enough and it was clear that Ella would not be broken by her mistreatment at home, she was sent to work at her father's hotel, taking a position as a server in the hotel's restaurant.
Contrary to their intentions, the position was a blessing... Left to her own devices, freed from the ever watchful, ever spiteful eye of her mother, Ella thrived... a beacon of unrepressed light in an otherwise dismal city.
But in the still of the night, when there were no chores to complete or tables to wait on, when the edge of sleep crept upon her, the dreams came. Vivid as memories, Ella lived another life... one of magic and wonder, of music and laughter... and most important of all... Her prince. And every morning she would wake with the faintest recollection that somewhere, deep inside... all of these things felt so very, very real.
PAST
The Strike of Midnight
It had happened so suddenly. She had been crying by the fire, trying desperately to mend the tattered remnants of the beautiful gown. As another string of fine lace work pulled off in her hands and she erupted into desperate sobs, the woman appeared in the doorway. She was lavish, to say the least, a glittering thing of jewels and glamor, immensely tall and thin, like a wisp of smoke from the end of an extinguished candle. Stepping across the threshold, her many layered skirts swishing with each effortless, light step, she met Ella with a smile so warm and tender, it was almost as Ella had known her her whole life, though surely they had never met.
In truth, however, she had known her. The woman was her Fairy Godmother... and she had come with a message of comfort... of wisdom. She had seen what Ella's sisters had done and she wanted to help. Their cruelty and the manner in which their mother had allowed the despicable act to proceed had been enough that she could no longer allow Ella to suffer.
Every Fairy Godmother was giving ability, upon the procurement of her wings, to grant their charge one wish, at any point in their lives. She had made Ella promise that she would be careful of the wishes she made. And Ella had tried so very, very hard to be careful. All she asked for was one night, one beautiful ball... and a chance to dance with the prince.
With a wave of her wand and smile that promised everything and more, Ella was transformed. The gown was a stunning, lavish affair - cream and silver, with details in stunning, shimmering crystal. It fit like a glove and paired magnificently with the pair of perfect glass slippers.
She arrived at the palace in a coach made from a pumpkin... but no one could guess she was anything but a far off princess... and it was perfect.
And as she ascended into the ballroom and stood at the top of the stairs, looking down into the crowd of beautiful, swirling colors... for the first time in a long time, Ella felt only pure, exquisite joy.
PRESENT
In My Own Little Corner...
"Table twelve needs refills on their drinks, Cindersoot... and Fourteen wanted more breadsticks!"
Turning round, a full tray balanced on her wrist, Eloise Soot smiled brilliantly at the hostess, giving her a polite nod, "Thanks, Kate!"
"Yeah, whatever." Kate responded, turning back the way she'd come. Ella watched her turn and for a moment a frown crossed her lips. She couldn't remember a time when she'd seen Kate genuinely smile... and it was sad, draining thought. Some people, Ella supposed, were just more comfortable being miserable... Her mother would tell her to leave it be. That it was none of her business and it wasn't her responsibility to worry about the feelings of anyone else..
Of course... if Ella spent any time at all listening to the horrendous advice of her parents, she'd be an entirely different person. The Soots weren't exactly the most philanthropic of families... but regardless of her association with the name, Ella was determined to live a life entirely separate from their misguided views on society...
"Hey Kate," Ella called, and the hostess turned around, a brow quirked, "...Did you still need someone to cover your shift tonight? You had a concert you wanted to go to, right?"
Her lips curved downwards, Kate studied Ella for a moment, "...Yeah?"
Smiling, Ella nodded, "I'll take it. You should go... It sounds like fun."
"You serious?" Kate asked.
"...Sure. I don't have anything to do tonight, and it's only a few hours..."
"Oh, wow. Th...thanks, Cinde... Uh... Ella." The ghost of a smile flickered across the hostess's lips and she slipped out of the kitchen without another word.
Her own smile shifting to a grin, Ella adjusted the tray, added a basket of breadsticks and left the kitchen as well, to attend to her tables.
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