Rohman, Elle Julianne

[Elle Julianne Rohman]

FULL NAME Elle Julianne Rohman
NICKNAMES EJ, Ellie, Fish
AGETwenty-two
SEXUALITYHeterosexual
MEMBER GROUPTownie
OCCUPATION Freelance photographer
GRADE Not applicable
HEIGHTFive foot seven
HAIR A mess of colors ranging from dark brown to dirty blonde
EYES Blue
PLAY-BY Analeigh Tipton

LIKES What does she like, well, that seems like an unfair question. There are lot of things she likes, so she‘ll give you the basics, for example, the water, the sand, the sun. High heels with shorts and skate shoes with a little black dress. Denim and red lips. Taking pictures and running ‘til she has exhausted every muscle in her body, the loud and the exciting, spicy foods that make monks rawr and the sweets that‘ll kill you. she loves the parties and the dark, the moonlight and the rain and the open. Anything that cant kill her or eat her for dinner. Late nights with strangers, minds in the gutter and the peace sign as well as harmony and freedom. Watching thunder storms while reading a book so old you can smell the years it has seen. There are many more things she likes, almost too many to name.
DISLIKES There always has to be the yang to her yin. She hates the wars and the guns, spiders and blood, awful stereotypes and those idiots who choose to judge before getting to know the real person underneath it all. She hates the closed spaces where she is constrained, She hates those who think they can win their fight with brute strength only. Unnatural pain and horror movies. Those who hinder and refuse the impossible.
DREAMS To never return to the life of what she would like to call ‘Straight-Jacket upper Boston‘ - To be as free as the waters of Santa Monica. To find someone who she can share the world with and never feel constrained, that one person who won‘t keep her down.

OVERALL PERSONALITY Elle is the classic tail of the renegade princess. She had the knowledge and the manners of a true lady buried deep with in her, but is covered by the sands of her true persona. She likes extremes and fun. The overall confusion of the world. The Wild Child with a censor, loves everything that isn’t tied down, or creepy crawly. Fun and always on the move, friendly to her friends and a hellish nightmare to her enemies, can go from sweet to sour in less that three seconds to protect a fierce loyalty to those she has connected to. She has a vivid memory and wishes to freeze frame every moment, loves the good and the bad and accepts all that doesn’t annoy or harm her.

MOTHER Julianne Iris Rohman (née Dunbar) - 46 - Wedding Designer
FATHER Jackson David Rohman - 47- Photographer
SIBLINGS Eliza Margo Rohman - 26 Travis David Rohman - 15 Elena Grace Rohman - 12
PETS An albino ferret - Senor
OTHER FAMILY Aunt Felicity Dunbar - 36 - Photograher
WEALTH CLASS Upper Middle-class
HOMETOWNBoston, Massachusetts

OVERALL HISTORY Born into the semi wealthy family of a Wedding Designer/Photographer duo, the second eldest child in the family, she received the hand-me-down plaid skirt for the private school her sister attended. While she preferred to use the skirt as a cape and roll in the dirt pretending to be a professional wrestler, Elle was hammered by the professors and her parents and soon began to regularly attend the tea parties with her parents in the poofy gowns and elbow length kid-skin gloves since she was five pretending to be a little lady. When she was seven she stole the camera from her father and began to take the abstract photos of what really happened at those parties. After an unfortunate accident where she pulled out her sisters hair for breaking the camera, it started a chain reaction of the cliché rebel princess. Her gowns became tattered as she model on the top of the schools cafeteria tables and her new found love for running in heels gave her the opportunity she always wanted when her parents forced her to choose and make a decision when she was sixteen, either clean up your act, or leave. So, Elle Julianne Rohman gave up the paid for life and wound up in the care of her ‘I can’t believe you are related to my mother’ Aunt Felicity in Reno Nevada. She contunied her love of photography as she moved more and more west with her aunt until finally landing in Santa Monica on the eve of her twenty-first birthday.

NAME/ALIASMalz
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE+2 years
OTHER CHARACTERSNone yet

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE

There had to be some secluded place in this school, Nohlee Harper wished deeply for that. She had just ditched the one person who may have been her friend, she needed something, someplace to be alone.

Her chest felt constrained, she was having a difficult time breathing. If there was one thing that stimulated these symptoms, beside being in crowds, was the talk of her childhood. That time when she was younger, and everything was put on her shoulders as a little girl to be perfect, successful and pretty. Then it wasn't enough just to be reminded of it once in a while, but it was pressured, more and more responsibilities packed on top of her small, squared shoulders, until she became the person she was, the person she wish she wasn't. That small, helpless girl who always was hidden in the shadow of someone larger, hoping that no one would talk to her, give her the chance to make a fool and disappoint whoever was watching her that moment. The commands and orders and expectations still rung in Nohlee's head like a loud bell, constant and unforgiving.

Few teachers were in the classes at the moment, Nohlee ducked quickly from room to roon, unseen, until she came to a empty room. The band room.

The large, high ceiling room was full of seats, stands, and instruments. Brass shone and sparkled, and wooden mallets lined the walls next to the large drums.

Far off, in it's own little corner, was what Nohlee was looking for. The baby grand piano, black and dazzling in it's own glory. Nohlee closed the door softly and walked up to it, her flat shoes tiptoed on the soft carpet. The piano was freshly cleaned, free of fingerprints and oil, so it shone brand new.

Nohlee sat down on the bench, resting her small fingers on the keys. She had always loved the piano. At first, it was just another activity her parents forced on her, but she learned that whenever she sat down at the piano, all words ceased from her mother's mouth, and for an hour everyday, Nohlee was alone, in her own world, able to think without the ringing of her mother's nag and her father's bark.

She never even thought of what she was playing, but suddenly, her delicate fingers began pressing, flying across the keys, playing an original, nameless melody, notes strung together in a silky sound, weaving their way in the air. Nohlee closed her eyes, blindly following the pleasent, flawless sound. It was just her and the notes flying like swans in the air.

[CALIFORNIA GIRL]

welcome to meet me at the equinox.
don't forget about the claims.