Post by cdevil on May 10, 2011 14:55:14 GMT -5
STELLA EVELYN DEVILLIN
FULL NAME:Stella Evelyn Devillin
NICK NAME: Ella, Cruella
AGE:37
GRADE OR OCCUPATION: Fashion designer and CEO of De Vil Fashion, Inc.
ORIENTATION: Sinisterly Straight
FACE CLAIM:Glenn Close
EYE COLOR: Brown, nearly black
HAIR COLOR: half black, half white
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 5' 7", a woman never reveals her wieght
DESCRIPTION: Ella is stick of a woman, after years of dancing and modeling, her body has never been more than a size six dress at its fattest. Even though Ella stands at 5' 7" she always wears at least a 3 inch stiletto at all times. Along with her stiletto heels, Ella always has her cherry wood quellazaire either between her fingers or between her lips, so long as the cigarette at the end is lit. Ella's hair is her greatest fashion statement, keeping her left half white and her right half black.
PERSONALITY: Ella believes she is right 100 percent of the time. She can do no wrong but every one else is. Her word and ways are law, if you break them, she will tear you down. She's a model by nature, a business woman by trade and a fashion tycoon by experience. The clothes any one with the slightest taste of fashion wears what she has created and dictated they should wear.
HOMETOWN:New York City
FAMILY MEMBERS: None, they have either died or she cut them out.
HISTORY: Ella was forced to go Classic Academy when she was younger and didn't believe all the nonsense headmaster Merlin talked about, until senior year, when Stella discovered Cruella. When it was time for Stella to go to Harmony college or start her life outside of Memory, she choose to stay and shortened her name to Ella. Stella and Cruella hit off right away, both being vicious and selfish, Stella eagerly agreed to help Cruella succeed in creating her Dalmatian fur coat.
Ella went back to New York City after Harmony College to start on her fashion career. After working for Vogue magazine as an assistant, while also being a fashion designer, before becoming a senior editor of the magazine, she left the company to start her own. Ella returned to Memory about five years ago and set up shop on main street.
Over the years, Ella has taken in many interns from the college as well as a few select high schoolers, at in their junior year of high school, if they show some promise. Being the CEO of her own company, Ella is a very busy person and isn't always in Memory every day out of the year, but most of the time so she can look out for the puppies.
DISNEY CHARACTER: Cruella De Vil
ABILITIES/ATTRIBUTES: Fur lover and fashion designer. Kills through second hand smoke.
DESCRIPTION: Cruella has awakened within Stella. Since Stella was forced to go to Classic Academy, in her senior year she discovered that Cruella was the character inside of her and she began to believe that it was smart for her to come to Memory, Maine. Since graduating from high school and college in Memory, Ella went back to New York City to break into the fashion scene before returning to Memory to set up her headquarters as a fashion tycoon. Both Cruella and Stella are waiting for the Dalmatian puppies to arrive to make her greatest fashion piece ever, Cruella wants her fur coat and will not be out smarted this time by the puppies.
YOUR NAME: Kim
YOUR AGE: 18
YOUR RP EXPERIENCE: about 3-4 years
YOUR SAMPLE:I’ll never forget the day everything changed. It will forever be my most cherished memory. We were only five, not even in school yet, but there was something about that day, or maybe it’s the pictures of that day, but a smile is always in place thinking of that day. The swing set no longer stands; the woods have been torn down for new houses to be built, for new children to have happy memories, maybe ones similar to her and I.
The only reason that I know she was wearing a pink flowered sundress, is from the pictures, but I can see the amount of mud she caked over the dress. I haven’t seen her in years, but I’m sure she grew into an adult woman, both beautiful and rough. She didn’t follow conventional rules, others said stay out of the mud, and she took a running jump into the puddle. Anything thing someone told her she couldn’t do, she did it anyways. That’s the person she will always be to me. The girl from the home videos, the one laughing and dancing, not a care in the world, this is the girl I miss the most. She moved away, I never saw her again after school started until years later.
The day I saw her again, I knew I was right about the type of woman she became. She was standing in line in front of me for coffee. Her jeans were well worn, her shirt wrinkled and sprinkled with leaves and dirt. Her obvious disregard for what others may think of her, she held her head high, while staring out the window waiting for her order. I knew it was she when the cashier said ma’am and without turning from the window or her spot, she firmly stated, it’s miss, actually.
She took her coffee and turned to leave, but I couldn’t let her go without truly finding out if it was she or not. I can only hope that how terrified I was, didn’t show as I stepped into her path. “Sorry miss, you remind me of this girl I use to know, I was wondering if you were her.” I never felt so judge and calculated under a person’s stare before, but the look she gave while processing what I said, was unnerving to say the least. “Sorry, I’m not sure if I am that girl, you know, saying names normally help, but in this case, I just might not even be that girl anymore.” This one simple statement jolted me to reality. “Um, right, well her name was Rachel Banks. I don’t know if she’s since changed it.” The longer she stared at me, the longer I felt like a trapped mouse to a cat. I’ll never know how long we stood there, she staring me down, me trying not to cower, before she smiled and stated, “Yes, I am that girl, it’s still banks as well. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, Pat.”
