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Application for Elle [Dec. 30th, 2011|04:22 am] The short stuff Player's name: Jessica Player's contact details: heartofdixie04@aol.com Fandom: Heroes Character's name: Eleanor Zoe Bishop (just goes by 'Elle') Age and birthday: 28 years old; July 18, 1983 Place of birth: New York Gender: Female Sexual orientation: Straight Marital status: Never married Doctors: Well, Elle is pretty delusional, but I don't think being treated by a doctor that looks exactly like her would be very good for her recovery. How about Dr. Juliet Burke or Dr. Lester Sheehan. Room: Can guys and girls room together? Seems like there'd be some kind of rule against that. If not, I'd like room B4. - innocent smile - If the rooms aren't co-ed friendly, how 'bout B8? PB: Kristen Bell Illness Name of disorder: Schizotypal personality disorder, Borderline personality disorder, Histronic personality disorder How it manifests in your character: This mainly manifests itself in her personality, but I'll discuss that more in the 'personality' section below. However, she also believes she possesses the ability to manipulate electricity in the palm of her hand and that she belongs to an extremely powerful company run by her father/that she's some type of secret agent who tracks down people who are 'special' like her. What caused it: Losing her mother at a young age, being raised by an emotionally distant father, and having to learn to fend for herself Medication and treatment undertaken: Is there any way I can fill in this part later? I'll have it all figured out and posted before I bring her into the game, if you want. Just really wanted to get this application finished before my week's deadline was up. But for now, I want to say that she's never been properly treated because her mother died when she was a child and her father is a very powerful, yet busy man who basically ignores Elle and pays little attention to what she says or done as long as she stays out of any major trouble. Historical background Personal history (as it affects personality and disorder): Her mother was killed in a plane crash when Elle was eleven. It was storming that night, and it was later reported that lightening damage was responsible for the crash. Perhaps this is why Elle chose manipulating electricity as her superpower - as a way of coping with what had happened and finding a way to control the element of nature that had taken her mother from her. Ever since, she has been obssessed with controlling every aspect of her world, and therefore has created these delusions to help her maintain it. Having only the one parent left, Elle tries desperately to meet her father's approval and please him at all costs. She figures that if she's special enough, maybe she'll get his attention - that he'll want her to become an integral part of his work which is where he spends most of his time. He's given her several meaningless tasks to do around the office, occasionally even sending her out to run an errand or two, but nothing extremely important. Bob's lack of trust or interest in his daughter has caused a great deal of emotional damage. This is why she forms very few personal attachments. She avoids them in order to protect herself from heartache and disappointment, two recurring themes in her life. She also 'pretends' that she plays a bigger role in her daddy's company - one that'll make him proud of her. [ They never said much about Elle's mother on the show. Just that she was deceased, so if that part seems too far-fetched or over-the-top, I can delete that and just have her have passed away early on in Elle's life. Again, wrote all this super late last night so forgive me if some parts contain typos or don't make complete sense. ] History of disorder in your character and treatment: It wasn't until several months after her mother died that Elle's behavior began to change. But due to years of neglect following that trauma and remaining untreated or seen by any doctors up until now, her condition has only worsened. Stuff Personality: Most of the time, she engages in a cat and mouse kind of chase with others before cutting them out of her life when things start to become serious - although on the rare occasion that she genuinely likes someone and wants to keep them around, she tends to become overly attached which can lead to things becoming very dark and ugly when they try to ditch her. When this happens, Elle reacts quite violently for she has a mean temper. This is partly due to the fact that she always expects to get what she wants (either by charming or threatening the person she's associating with) and partly because she hates being 'dismissed' (as she is from her father's sight, so often). Elle is extremely reactive, in general, meaning that her mood often sways from one extreme to the other. Normally she comes across as a perky person who's happy and carefree, but when crossed this seemingly sweet girl can become a highly aggressive and sometimes even dangerous adversary. Generally, she doesn't allow other people to become close enough to hurt her, but deep down she still harbors the same desire as any other young woman her age: to find love - or more importantly, to be loved. Yet her often child-like mannerisms discourage most men from developing any real interest. She is far from predictable, although her stability is mostly affected by her environment. Usually there are warning signs or some kind of trigger that surfaces before her worst episodes. The rest of her behavior can mainly be attributed to her being so emotional. Appearance: Blonde, blue-eyed, medium-length hair, thin/angular face, side-swept bangs, petite frame, innocent features Other relevant info:Elle loves to put on a good show. When she wants to, she can quite successfully portray herself as a completely sane and rational person. This is part of what makes her more dangerous than most realize. Many make the mistake of underestimating her. However, clearly there are limits to what she can do - limits she fails to acknowledge. Samples 3rd person (threads):http://so-electric.insanejournal.com/ -- http://asylums.insanejournal.com/heroic_essence/6843.html [This is the latest thread I did with her in that community, but feel free to browse for more if you like. The others are buried somewhere in here: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/heroic_essence/ ] Link 6 comments|Leave a comment

[Nov. 5th, 2011|02:04 am] Still here? ... Yep, looks like. Good. Link 4 comments|Leave a comment

Attention Crystal [Feb. 14th, 2009|08:31 pm] [ Tags | claire bennet, elle bishop ] New York City was huge, and Elle had no idea what to do when left on her own. She was here on assignment, but her orders had been to wait, so right now she was basically just killing time. Thing is not knowing anyone kind of limited her options. Well, not really. She could stick herself into pretty much any kind of environment she wanted and make it work if she tried hard enough, but despite her outgoing personality and the fact that she never seemed intimidated by anything, she was an anxious person. New social situations? Way out of her comfort zone. She was used to having a strict schedule to follow. Playing the role of dutiful daughter had become her entire life, so when it came to deciding what to do during her free time? She never had any, so how was she supposed to know what to do for fun? There were so many things she'd never gotten to do, so many possibilities, and yet she couldn't make up her mind about where to go next. Guess this was why her father never encouraged her to engage in leisure activities. She'd end up spending most of her time just trying to pick something that interested her. But if they'd let her out more, she wouldn't have such a hard time. It was a vicious cycle. What she really needed was a hobby ... or two ... or three ... Elle's pace slowed when she spotted a nifty little diner just up ahead on the right. It didn't matter what kind of food they served there; she was too hungry to care. Anything was bound to look scrumptious to a starving newcomer. New in the sense that she didn't get to go strolling the streets often. If she happened to be in town, she had a job to do. Today she got to go exploring. Exciting? Sure, but also a little scary - not that she'd be admitting this aloud to anyone ever. Nope, on the outside she looked as calm as ever. That is if you could ever consider Elle 'calm.' With that routine spring in her step, she walked up to the door to the deli and jerked it open before slipping inside. First things first, she ordered her up a bite to eat. Eyes had immediately locked on the menu once she was inside, but she hovered in the background for a minute, debating about whether to get this or that. Finally she'd made her selection. Fortunately daddy had given her enough money to accommodate her cravings. The appropriate amount was handed over to the cashier as she flashed a broad smile, then swiftly turned and surveyed the area to see what kind of seating arrangements were available. Hmm, inside or out ... ? That's when she noticed that one of the deli's occupants was someone she knew. Well, well ... if it wasn't the cherished cheerleader. Claire didn't know her, but she knew Claire. She knew about her anyway. As protective as Bennet was of his family, who they were wasn't a secret, especially since Elle was sort of a snoop. She had to find some way to pass the time cooped up in that building. Besides, Bennet was her partner ( sometimes ). Was it a crime to be remotely curious about his life outside the Company? And would it really be such a bad thing for her to get to know the golden girl a little bit? It's not like she was going to hurt her or anything. Then there was the burning question: why did Claire get special treatment from her father? What made her so different? Elle casually sauntered up to where the blonde was sitting and put on her most convincing nervous smile. "Um, hi." She waited until Claire looked up before offering an explanation for why she was bothering her. "I'm kinda new around here, but I don't like eating by myself. And I couldn't help but notice you're by yourself too, so I was thinking maybe I could join you? Unless you'd rather be left alone ..." She was keeping her fingers crossed that this worked, 'cause she really wasn't looking forward to coming up with another reason to want to sit with Claire, although they were close in age. She could always pull the 'did we go to school together? you look familiar ...' card. Link 2 comments|Leave a comment

New Years one-shot [Feb. 14th, 2009|08:25 pm] [ Tags | adam monroe, elle bishop ] ( Girls just want to have fun. That's all they really want: some fun when the working day is done. ) Link Leave a comment

Things aren't the way they were before [Feb. 14th, 2009|07:15 pm] [ Tags | adam monroe, elle bishop ] ( You wouldn't even recognize me anymore. Not that you knew me back then ... ) Two part series. Next installment posted below. ( I made it through the rain; I kept my world protected. I made it through the rain; I kept my point of view. I made it through the rain and found myself respected by the others who got rained on too and made it through. ) Link Leave a comment

Is this a dream? If it is, please don't wake me from this high [Feb. 12th, 2009|07:47 pm] [ Tags | elle bishop, peter petrelli ] ( I'd become comfortably numb until you opened up my eyes to what it's like when everything's right. ) Link Leave a comment

Call my name, and save me from the dark ... Save me from the nothing I've become. [Dec. 30th, 2008|04:43 am] [ Tags | elle bishop ] ( All this time, I can't believe I couldn't see: kept in the dark, but you were there in front of me. I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems, got to open my eyes to everything. Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul, don't let me die here. There must be something more. Bring me to life. ) Link Leave a comment

I can feel you all around me thickening the air I'm breathing ( Elle one-shot ) [Oct. 25th, 2008|04:16 am] [ Tags | adam monroe, bob bishop, elle bishop ] Trapped. Elle finally realized that's what she was. Tested. Not only her loyalty to her daddy and this company, but her ability's capabilities and limitations. Experimented on - experiments conducted by her own father. Driven insane because the procedures had been so intense, so harmful, that she'd suffered permanent damage. Memories erased ... she didn't remember a lot of it, but it was there on paper, clearly printed in black and white. All these horrible truths were now burned into her consciousness, relentlessly mocking her and her foolish naivety. There'd been times when she wanted to leave, but she hadn't. She'd stayed. She'd stayed by choice ( or had she? ) because she wanted to prove herself. She'd wanted to have a purpose. She'd wanted to belong. But after all this time, she was just another person for Primatech to play with. And while if you asked her, she'd probably say anger was her primary emotion, she was also struck by an overwhelming sense of loss: a loss of self, of family, and of direction. What was she supposed to do now? She could do absolutely nothing: pretend she hadn't found out. Despite any newfound resentment towards these people, it would be easiest to act like nothing had happened. At least she'd still have a place to stay. But did she want to? Did she really have a choice? More importantly, could she even survive out there in the real world? This was the only life she'd ever known, the one thing she was good at. It's not like self-discovery or independence had ever been that important to her. She hadn't really given either much thought. The ball and chain that held her here was invisible, yet it was just as effective as any physical binding. They'd manipulated her into believing that doing what she was told was the right thing, but right for who? And she had believed them. Sure, she asked questions, but only half of them ever got answered. She usually just let it go after that. Maybe she hadn't ever been happy, but she'd been content with her circumstances overall - until now. They'd made sure of that, hadn't they? How many times had they brought in the Haitian to help manage her whenever she got out of hand? He plucked all the troublesome stuff out, and then she was back to her old perky, obedient self again. A fresh coat of tears clouded her vision as she walked. Where was she going? She was seeking out the one person she thought would understand how she felt. He'd been betrayed by them too. He was also really the only one she had to talk to. Even if he didn't want to listen, he had to. Right now, she didn't care about that. She wasn't looking for any particular reaction, she didn't want to hear any specific words of wisdom, and she didn't want to be pitied. So what did she want? Something real. Something honest. That might've sounded crazy considering this 'reliable source' she was about to pay a surprise visit to wasn't the most sincere person in the world, and she could almost guarantee he wouldn't be interested. Again with the not caring. Truth be told, they'd had some pretty cool conversations over the past three weeks. They'd almost started to get along - although he was probably just working her so she'd help him escape. Whether it was a genuine 'friendship' or not, he knew a lot of stories, and she had a lot of free time. But this was different. She didn't just want to see him: she needed to see him. Much to her disappointment, when she entered the room, she found Adam already asleep. Looks like their conversation would have to wait. Just to be sure he wasn't faking it and just lying there with his eyes closed, she took a couple steps forward, her heels clicking against the floor. He didn't move, didn't even rustle, so she took a couple more steps and continued this stop-and-go approach until she'd reached the bed. For reasons unknown to her, she didn't leave. Instead, she gently lowered herself onto the mattress. The thought of waking him by a harmless zap crossed her mind once or twice, but she decided against it. She bit down on her lip when it started to tremble and choked back a sob. What had she done? Could she ever change? When you stripped away Primatech, who was she? It was stupid to think Adam Monroe could or would help her find the answers to her questions, but she wasn't really thinking all that clearly at the moment. All she felt like doing was curling up into a ball and crying, but she also had a sudden desire to be close to someone. This time she couldn't go to daddy. He couldn't make this better - not this time. Careful not to wake her sleeping companion, she repositioned herself so that she was lying on her side, back pressed lightly against Adam's chest once she'd scooted a little closer. That's when the tears started to fall. _____________________________________________________________ Elle woke with a start when the door slammed against the wall. Honestly, she hadn't intended on staying there the entire night. She must've dozed off. She was actually surprised that Adam hadn't woken up and shoved her off the bed. Nope. The first face she saw was her father's, and he was furious. Obviously he wanted to know what she was doing sleeping with Adam ( and that's all they'd done: sleep ). She shook her head vigorously as she stood to her feet, appearing much like the scolded child that she was. "Seriously?" Her tone was laced with disbelief, offended that he could even think that's what was going on here, but she quickly bit her tongue and shot down the allegation. "Nothing is going on between me and Adam." Her defense would've worked better if someone hadn't tattled and told her dad that she'd been making frequent trips to visit Monroe. Really, she should've seen it coming. No one in this place could keep a secret - not when it was about someone else within the company. It's like everyone's business was their business, and someone had felt entitled to stick their nose in where it didn't belong and make some serious accusations concerning her conduct, or misconduct as the case may be. When she realized her explanation wasn't good enough and she was being doubted, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment. Who was he to stand here and judge her, especially when he had no proof? Okay, so when a woman was found lying beside a man, that generally meant there was something between them, but it's not like either of them were missing any articles of clothing or anything. Besides, he was her father. He was supposed to give her the benefit of the doubt: believe her, not some stranger. She'd never given him a reason not to trust her. In fact, she'd always done exactly what he wanted her to. Surely he couldn't so easily forget that. The unfortunate truth was that no one trusted anyone anymore, and with good reason. Elle hadn't fully learned that until this very moment. She knew she'd been lied to, but she had been completely blind-sighted by a bond that was completely one-sided to such an extent that what happened next ... she never saw it coming. "I'm sorry, Elle. I'm doing this for your own good. Adam Monroe is a dangerous man. I hoped you'd see that on your own." Confusion swept across her face. Despite any anger she'd felt towards him last night or even just now, she was sorry. Sorry, even though she hadn't done anything wrong. "But nothing happened. I swear." Eyes widened once she caught sight of the syringe. She absentmindedly took a step back as fearful hues lifted and locked with her accuser. "Daddy, please. Please don't. I just fell asleep. I didn't mean to-" Her sentence was cut short when he grabbed her arm, nothing but a stern look given in response to her pleas. At first she tried to wriggle free, but he'd brought reinforcement. Two men helped steady her, and before she could generate enough electricity to get them off of her, whatever was in the needle was injected into her bloodstream. If she hadn't been so emotional, if she'd focused on using her ability to break free instead of begging for them to stop and struggling the old-fashioned way, she might've been able to slip away. But it's not like she had anywhere to go ... Suddenly her eyelids felt heavy, and while something was being said, it was difficult to make out. She squinted, as if that would help her understand. Timeout. She was being placed in timeout. A single tear trickled down her cheek right before everything faded to black. _____________________________________________________________ Two months later She'd been reprimanded for getting too close to Adam Monroe, and because of the harsh conditions of her punishment, she'd learned her lesson; she'd learned it all too well. So well that she'd deliberately avoided any interaction with Adam since she was first allowed out of her room a month ago. In the time that'd passed since then, she'd gone back to playing the role of dutiful daughter. After explaining her actions as a temporary lapse in judgement, she assured her father that it would never happen again. It's what he wanted to hear, and after she acknowledged his authority and apologized ( repeatedly ) for her behavior, things went back to normal - almost. She thrust open the door and boldly pranced into the room, her piercing gaze instantly settling on its one and only occupant. There would be no getting caught this time; she'd made sure of that. She'd meticulously chosen now to take action, but action of what kind? Well, that was the real question, wasn't it? "Come on. We're moving you." Her tone was flat and matter-of-fact, but when she stepped forward, the corners of her lips curled up into a smirk. "It's time to redecorate." Link Leave a comment

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