Elena Westwood
Mar 29, 2010 2:45:09 GMT -5
Post by Elena Westwood on Mar 29, 2010 2:45:09 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Elena Jade Westwood
Nickname: Lena, Ms. Lena
Age: Thirty Seven
Member Group: Teacher
Power(s): Dimensional storage
Play By: Andie MacDowellLet it F L O W . . .Name's Elena. They call me Lena. Well, students call me Ms. Lena. Its certainly shorter than Ms. Westwood and rolls off the tongue much easier. I've been teaching at Hammel for seven years. I could've done a number of other things with my life, but the school just called to me. Even once I left, fifteen years ago, those halls always beckoned me back. Heck, I love books, but I just couldn't see myself working in that bookstore for my whole life. I find I get more value out of my reading, now that I'm teaching others how to do so. It's quenched a further desire for knowledge; my teaching has also taught me how to learn, myself.
Appearance
Elena has long, dark brown hair. She keeps it down most of the time, and even if she ties it its usually in a loose tail. She's fair skinned, has about an average figure for someone her age, and is somewhat tall. She's basically got a bit of meat on her bones, as her previously fast metabolism has been catching up to her. As for clothes, her wardrobe runs the gamut of various types of blouses, tanks, t-shirts, slacks, and jeans even. It basically depends on the weather, but she will most often be found wearing something cute and simple.
Personality
Elena is a free spirit. She does what she wants and she does it all for her. She's outgoing, ambitious, and sticks up for herself and others. This woman lives every day as if she were to die the next. She loves to have fun; dance it up like a dweeb to classic rock, usually when shes in her house alone, go out for drinks and sing karaoke.
Elena has an easy time accepting almost all people for who they are. Its hard not to when you grew up with two mothers. There are a few cases here and there, though, that have been known to crack at the woman's sunny shell, and there are just some things that she will not stand for. As for breaking through her defenses, she is, after all, only meta-human. Hammel brings in its fair share of those who would even seek to bring Lena down, and her idealistic view of people is often challenged.
Some of the things that bring Elena down are things such as her gullibility. Tell her that gullible is not in the dictionary and she'll believe you. She is also clumsy and accident prone. You'd think, sometimes, that she was tripping over things in her pocket dimension. She is also sometimes withdrawn when she is found outside of Hammel. She lives alone, and the institute is somewhat of a place of security for her.
In her spare time, Elena likes to relax with a good book on plush furniture by a cozy fire. At least, on cold days. On warmer days, she may be seen lounging by the pool possibly doing the same thing. She has a great stockpile of books and other things, like puzzles or little games, to keep herself busy during any downtime.
History
It's said that sunny days beget sunny people. Or maybe thats just what one odd writer out there wrote down one day, without seeing if someone actually said it. Too late, its been said now. This was a day when Melanie Dell and Juli Westwood had their daughter Elena, middle child between older sister Jenna and younger brother Naith. Elena's parents were lesbians and hippies, even stoners in their younger days and, once Juli had Elena, they had only just quit their smoking habit. Before long, Melanie had Naith and both mothers adopted the other's biological children. Soon enough, the couple committed to supporting their family one-hundred percent when Juli opened up a pottery studio and Melanie got a job as a pastry chef at a local cafe/bakery.
Out of the three children, Elena was the one who seemed to have inherited her parents disposition most of all. Jenna, the elder, felt herself above such ideologies and distanced herself from her family's attitudes. That culminated in her going to business school and entering the high powered corporate world; she worked for "the man", became what one would call a yuppie. Naith, the younger, had a rash of juvenile incidents before he settled into playing music. He now plays punk and rock music in a couple of bands while working at a car production plant on the side, and lives with his longtime girlfriend Nancy.
When Elena was twelve, she found that she often kept losing things right under her nose. The hairbrush off of her vanity right after she used it, a hand mirror from the hall bathroom, a small blanket that she draped on a chair in her room. It wasn't until she lost Rafferty, her stuffed bear, right from her arms while she kept it with her in bed all of these years that she figured something wasn't right. Of course, those incidents were isolated from outside observation and it wasn't until a few things that she'd borrowed from friends at school went missing that she worried even more.
"Why are things always going missing? I swear, I just put it on the dresser!"
It wasn't until she was thirteen, when she was asked for a book that she had borrowed from a friend back. Thing was, she believed that she lost it. Her classmate, Dee, asked her for it back; she didn't think Elena had it on hand, but her mother was going to get mad if she didn't get it returned to her within the week. Elena freaked, because she really couldn't tell her where it was. Except, when she turned around towards her desk to figure out what to do, she had placed her hands on it and hung her head in defeat. Thing was, her right hand was going through the desk! She freaked, pulled her hand up quickly, and in it was Dee's book.
"Huh?! Uhm..." She tried to play it cool as she took the book quickly into her arms before she slowly turned around, her eyes darting around suspiciously. She really hoped that no one saw what had just happened, and that included Dee who was sitting behind her. With a weak smile, she brought it from her chest and handed it towards her friend. "Here it is..."
It was like it appeared when she wanted it, or needed it. But where did it go in the first place?
When she got home, she told her mother Melanie.
"Momma!" She yelled really loudly while running through the house. She caught her breath before she spoke. "At school! My hand went through the desk, and I grabbed Dee's book from out of nowhere! Remember, mom, that I lost it a few months ago? Somethings wrong!"
"Are you sure thats what happened? That it wasn't just on the desk in front of you?" Her mother put her hand on her forehead.
"I'm not sick! Why are you doing that? I felt it happen!"
"C'mon, we can't take any chances. We're taking you to the clinic, you may be suffering from hallucinations, and thus, something worse." Melanie was a bit of a hypochondriac by proxy, if you want to call it that. Her past pot use kind of caused her to develop a mild form of hypochondria. She cared for her children very much, though, and always strove to prove her worth as a mother, even if that meant going a bit extreme.
They went to the family pediatrician who did a thorough check up on Elena. It was during that visit that, because of a bout of anxiety about the situation, she had grabbed, out of the air, her lost stuffed bear, Rafferty. Both the doc and her mom expressed shock at the display.
Thus, blood tests were called for, and pored over, before they confirmed that Elena was able to put and take things from dimensional storage. Melanie and Juli didn't want to leave their hometown, though, but Elena really wanted to go. The things she was told about Hammel, the institute they wanted to send her to, really fascinated her. It was like a fairy tale, as much as, in reality, it probably wasn't. Her parents had no objections to sending her off on her own, though, after she begged them enough to go.
Elena's days at Hammel were a relatively enjoyable experience. It was kind of like a summer camp, to her. She got to bunk with other girls around her age and made great friends with them. The training of her power, she considered fun. The school part, of course, was a bit of a bummer, but it was a fact of life for a teenager.
When she left Hammel at the completion of her training at twenty two, she had already been working at the local bookstore and saved up for an apartment of her own. She worked and toiled away for several years, saving up her money for a better place, when a job opportunity at the place she adored opened up. Turns out, a few teachers were retiring and they needed newbies to fill their spots. Elena applied for and got s job as the teacher of Literature class.
With her money saved up and her salary higher than that of a peon shuffling books around, Lena bought herself a quaint house in Pilot Ridge where she lives to this day.Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Mani!
Age: Twenty three!
RP Experience: At least two years, now.
How did you find us?: A pet Tony. Would we call that a "pony"?Show your S K I L L S . . .((I decided to use my student Jamie as a poor dummy in this sample XD))
"Go on! Go on! I can tell you know what this means," she boasted to her class as she leapt across the front of the room and held her book up in the air, before observing the reaction of the students in her classroom. Well, well. Jamie. Nodding off, of course.
"And I think we know what that means," Lena said with a smug look on her face as she walked forward and pointed at the sleeping Jamie. She quite resisted the urge to poke him with a stick. After all, she did happen to have one stored away. The rest of the class snickered. See, now, the rest of them were awake. Ms. Lena wasn't really ticked at Jamie. In fact, she was quite amused by the way he looked. Snoring and drooling all over that desk. Okay, so that meant she'd have to clean it up. Gross.
"I won't blame you if you want to go ahead and draw on his face," she said, her words dripping with mischievous suggestion, before she added in a much lower volume, as if to confirm her suggestion, "As long as one of you helps him clean it off before leaving."
One of her students in the front piped up, though. "Ms. Lena? Uhm, is this going to be homework, now?" the precocious young girl, who appeared quite eager to actually get some work done, asked.
It took her a moment before she turned her attention to the young lady and answered. "Oh! Oh, sorry. No, no, it won't be, so back to work." She then walked back up to the front of the classroom.
"Now can someone tell me what they think the passage on page 237 means?"
