Cheval, Eleanor

[gemini]

[app] Eleanor Renee Cheval [/app]

[app]Full Name:[/app] Eleanor Renee Cheval
[app]Preferred Nickname/Alias:[/app] Most people who know her name call her Ellie. She only allows a select few to call her 'Chevy' (though that few is very few). For her hunter aliases, she tends to use anagrams of her name, so it's almost always different.
[app]Gender:[/app] She has lady parts.
[app]Age:[/app] Twenty-Four
[app]Sexual Orientation:[/app] Heterosexual
[app]Member Group:[/app] Hunter
[app]Canon or Original:[/app] Original

Standing only an inch above five feet off the ground, Ellie appears to be a fragile little girl. She has naturally tanned skin, even in the winter, and almost always wears an arrogant smirk on her pretty little lips. Her chocolate-brown eyes are always scanning the immediate area for anything out of the ordinary. They spark and narrow when she's angry, and they turn very dark when she's sad (not that she'd ever show that to someone). When hunting, her brown hair is pulled back into a sloppy ponytail, or perhaps even a bun. Otherwise, it hangs down on her shoulders. When her hair is drying, it tends to get light curls in it. On rare, fancy occasions, she goes out of her way to actually curl it.

Ellie also has a few battle scars. Her fingers are a little disfigured from the many breaks they have suffered. She broke her right fibula when she was younger, which causes her to limp severely after taking a hard hit to it. She has scars from getting shot and stabbed up and down her arms and abdomen, and has a scar just below her hairline from a brick to the head she took when chasing someone she thought was a demon.

[app]Face Claim:[/app] Nina Dobrev

[app]Likes:[/app]

• Guns - Ellie is big on guns: cleaning them, shopping for them, firing them. Especially firing them.
  
• Dogs - The bigger and more intimidating, the better.
  
• Driving - Preferably fast. She has a truck of her own, but once it hits seventy-five, it feels like a space shuttle about to take off. She wants a nice Camaro, or possibly a Corvette.
  
• Hunting - Which isn't limited the 'supernatural' variety. She's just as happy to take down Bambi or Yogi as she is the big bad wolf.
  
• Sleeping - Not that she's lazy. It's always difficult as a Hunter to get a decent night's sleep. When she can, she cherishes it.
  
• Pain - It's creepy, and a little masochistic, but she enjoys being in pain. It reminds her that she is, in fact, alive. It also means that she still has something to lose.
  
• Rock Music - Let's face it: most music blaring from speakers these days is just crap. If it isn't some redneck singing about his girlfriend leaving him, it's some guy screaming into the microphone about god-knows-what. Ellie prefers a song she can nod her head to, possibly even play the air guitar to. Even both, if the tune is right.
  
• Junk Food - Or, as she calls it, her "life food". If she doesn't have some sort of candy at some point in the day, she has a sort of meltdown. It's all mental, and she's perfectly aware of it. That doesn't mean she should be without her sugar rush.
  
• Black - It was the color of her father's hair and her mother's favorite jacket. Now that they're gone, it's one of the many things that remind her of them.
  
• Killing Stuff - There's nothing more satisfying than taking the life of something that totally deserves it. And hell, if she gets to torture the SOB in the process, bonus points.

[app]Dislikes:[/app]

• Down Time - Waiting around for a hunt is definitely not high on Ellie's to-do list. If she does have down-time, she's likely to be driving to wherever she ends up, just so she's doing something. Either that or she goes around wreaking as much havoc as she possibly can. She likes to be active.
  
• Losing Someone - If she's in the process of saving someone's hide and they end up dead on her watch, she beats herself up about it. Nobody likes that feeling.
  
• Being Alone - Despite the fact that she generally doesn't get along well with people, she hates being without human contact for an extended period of time. She's got Chance, but sometimes she longs for an actual conversation, even if she's likely to insult the person in the process.
  
• Flirting - Seriously. She hates it. She sees zero point in getting all lovey-dovey with a guy, just to end up as a one-night-stand. She thinks that romance is crap anyway.
  
• Vegetables - Something she never grew out of. To her, veggies are food that food eats. She'll eat lettuce and tomatoes on her burgers or tacos, but she will never order a salad. Real people eat real food.
  
• Pink - It's like holy water and demons for her. Pink is the color that she associates with the goody-goody girls that she couldn't stand growing up as a child. She has a plot to have it removed permanently as a color.
  
• Getting Lost - Seeing as she doesn't have a wingman (Chance certainly can't read a map), she has nobody to rely on should she ever get lost. She has plenty of contacts, but she's too damn stubborn to call for help.
  
• Cops - A Hunter's worst nightmare. They're all a bunch of idiots and always try to do her job, only they suck at it. Whenever she has to deal with them, she tries to keep the encounters short and sweet if not a little on the sarcastic side.
  
• Candy Deprivation - If she doesn't get her sugar, she goes on a rampage until someone is smart enough to give it to her. She can be very unstable during these rampages; whining like a child or brandishing that gun of hers with intent to shoot it. Scary times.
  
• Lack of Sleep - Ellie can go a few days without sleep, but once she hits her breaking point, she turns into a real crank. And until she gets a few hour of much-needed sleep, she will be as miserable as she can, trying to piss off as many people as she can in the process.

[app]Strengths:[/app] (I am totally stealing these from another site I'm part of)

• Cool Under Fire – Tense situations make Ellie giddy with excitement. The more tense, the better. Being outnumbered, having a gun to the head, getting sliced open by some freak with a knife. None of it bothers her a bit. She somehow manages to keep her head on her shoulders during situations that would make most people scream bloody murder.
  
• Gear Head – One of the greatest memories of Ellie’s childhood was when she would take stuff apart just to see how it worked. Then she would put it back together. Having practically mastered that skill, she can fix just about anything somebody puts in front of her.
  
• Tough – Ellie is a little pistol, that’s for sure. She can probably be picked up and thrown across the room by most people, but she just gets back up and starts swinging again. She can be shot multiple times (non-fatally, of course) before she goes down. She tested.
  
• Natural Linguist - There is just something about the many tongues of the world that has always intrigued Ellie. She picks up on languages like it's nothing, though she admits to using that silly software. Rosetta Stone is it?
  
• Photographic Memory - Just another piece of the puzzle that makes Ellie so annoying to be around. She prefers to call it an 'eidetic memory' just because the word 'eidetic' sounds funny. She remembers anything and everything. It's kind of annoying, really.

[app]Weaknesses:[/app] (Again, totally stolen)

• Anger Issues – Ellie’s biggest flaw is her short fuse. She blows just about everything way out of proportion (That tiny dent on the truck? Major problem), and will take it out on whoever or whatever is closest. She’s also quick to throw a punch, believing that it will solve her problems. Usually, it just makes them worse.
  
• Infamy – Good idea: chasing a shapeshifter with the intention to kill. Great idea: killing a shapeshifter. Terrible idea: chasing after a pair of shapeshifters, killing one, but letting the other get away after seeing your face. It will want revenge. Well, Ellie made that mistake. They'd been lovers or twins or something. Very close. She killed one, but failed to kill the other. As revenge, the surviving shifter became Ellie, killing off civilians in town and causing all sorts of chaos. By the time Ellie dispatched the stupid thing, she was wanted for all sorts of crazy murder. She tends to stay away from the state of Iowa now.
  
• Overconfident – If there is anything Ellie is bad at, it’s the ability to tell that she is in way over her head. She’ll jump into any situation, especially when the odds are not on her side, just to brag about it when she walks away afterwards. She’s got plenty of scars from her overconfidence, but does that stop her? Not a chance.
  
• Socially Awkward – Strangers can’t be trusted, it’s as simple as that. Ellie tends to treat people like they’re all idiots (in a hunter’s eyes, most are), and she doesn’t mind saying it straight to their faces. She is terrible at conversation starters as, for the most part, she doesn’t want to start a conversation in the first place.
  
• Addiction - Ellie admits to everyone who asks: she is addicted to sugar. She can't go more than twelve hours with a dosage of the stuff. Seriously. She ought to be put in some sort of program to get her weaned from it or something. Not that she'd ever go to one.

[app]Fears:[/app]

• Dying - Come on, really? Who in their right mind wants to die? Ellie may not exactly be in her right mind, but she sure as hell doesn't want to die. She'll fight tooth and nail to keep living, but nearly every hunt, she thinks that it's the end. Dramatic much?
  
• Losing Chancellor - A little lame, yes, but as the dog is her best friend (and only remaining family), Ellie always fears that she'll get him killed. She constantly wonders if saving the dog from his fate and raising him as a hunting dog (the 'supernatural' variety, mind you) was a good idea or not.

[app]Secrets:[/app]

• Foot Fetish - She absolutely loves feet. Whenever people enter her hotel room, she demands they take their shoes off at the door, just so she can look at their feet. She doesn't announce it to the world or anything, so it's not entirely creepy. She also gives a mean foot massage.
  
• Brony - Recently, mind you. She goes on the internet and watches episodes of "My Little Pony" all the time. If someone walks in, she'll shut the browser and deny it. She even goes as far as to erase her browsing history every chance she gets.

[app]Habits and Quirks:[/app]

• Biting her Lip - Whether she's deep in thought or just plain bored, Ellie often finds herself chewing on her lip. They get chapped all the time, so she'll often chew off the dead skin and spit it out. It's a little gross.
  
• Candy - Did I mention she's addicted to candy? Whenever she stops for gas, she buys an armful of candy, no matter the cost. The more chocolate the better.

[app]Overall Personality:[/app]

When describing Ellie, the first thing most people mention is her sharp tongue. Half the time, the girl doesn’t know how to keep her opinions of others to herself. She feels that it’s her responsibility to let them know. Cuz face it: Nobody else is gonna do it. Many people believe she’s rude, but she’ll tell you that she’s simply being honest. If a person calls her rude, they’re obviously too soft to handle the truth. She also doesn’t give a crap what people think about her. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but only hers is the one that matters.

Nothing seems to catch this girl by surprise. She acts cool and aloof in most situations, holding her head high as she talks big (I can handle that vamp no problem!

[/b]). But there are times when she completely loses it. She hates being pranked. It drives her up the wall and she’ll explode, swearing loudly as she knocks out anyone within her reach. Some people believe she is crazy, which is highly possible: she’s never been tested. Ellie will go out of her way to find paranormal situations, just to get in the action. She doesn’t freak out when a weapon is placed against her (gun to the head, knife to the throat, etc.). In fact, she usually laughs and claims the assailant is a coward for not pulling the trigger or making the cut. Or, if she has back-up, she’ll start yelling at the hunter for sucking major.
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[app]Family:[/app]

• Father: Karl Cheval - Hunter, Deceased
  
• Mother: Maria Cheval - Hunter, Deceased
  
• Brother: Alexander Cheval - Deceased
  
• Uncle: Jacob Cheval - Hunter, Werewolf, Deceased
  
• Dog: Chancellor - Two-year-old Wolfdog

[app]Overall History:[/app]

Ellie wasn’t born into the hunting world, but she was definitely raised in it. Her parents were both hunters, having been forced into the light of the dark when Ellie was almost three years old. They never spoke of what exactly happened to get them involved in the paranormal world, but Ellie managed to find out that it had something to do with an older brother she no longer had. She never pestered them for answers after she found that out.

With both parents out hunting most of the time, Ellie was often left behind with Uncle Jake, her mother’s half-brother. Ellie’s parents taught him of the things lurking in the dark, which he took better than most people tended to take it. He took various precautions to keep his niece safe, the biggest being the rennovation of an old church. It took him less than a year (he was a carpenter by trade) and he decked it out with a safe room, salt-lined walls, and even had holy-water running through all the pipes of the house. The church-house became Ellie’s personal playground.

Most of Ellie’s childhood memories took place in that house. She began taking things apart when she was eight, though getting them to work again afterwards rarely happened. Uncle Jake would often get angry with her (Ells, the radio stopped working. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?), but punishment never satisfied her curiosity. She just liked knowing how things worked. Being able to make them work when they were broken was just as much fun. When she mastered taking apart a television, she started to work on vehicle engines. She was the reason Uncle Jake seemed to go through cars like tissues.

But when Ellie turned fifteen, her entire life turned upside down. A werewolf had immigrated to their tiny town in Montana, its hunting grounds dangerously close to the church. Uncle Jake was a brave, albeit naïve, man and went after the ‘wolf. She bit him. Ellie was still a bit green in terms of hunting (she’d stolen her parents’ journals on multiple occasions) and never knew that her uncle was now a ‘wolf. He thought he could fight the urge, but he was terribly mistaken. He never went after Ellie, but he wound up killing almost a dozen people before he stopped himself. During a lucid moment, he handed over the church-house to Ellie and put a silver bullet in his chest.

After that, Ellie was taken out of high school and began hunting with her parents. She separated from them when she was nineteen, claiming she needed to get her hands bloody without interference from them. They were terrified of the idea, but let her go regardless. She never saw them again. She assumes they are dead as they left their journal at the church-house and never returned to get it. She burned down the church-house a few weeks after discovering the journal, determined to never return to the town where her life collapsed.

[app]Member Title:[/app] The Overconfident One

[app]Roleplaying Sample:[/app] (Used a post from the site this character came from.)

Blood was a normal part of Ellie’s life, though it was generally not her own that she was covered with on a daily basis. After being chased and mauled by a hellhound, bleeding is not exactly optional. She wasn’t sure if she’d killed the thing or if, by some freak miracle, she’d managed to get away. She was just content with the fact that she was alive.

“Son of a—!” Ellie groaned loudly as she tightened the makeshift tourniquet around her thigh. It didn’t seem to help in the least; blood was still trickling steadily into her sock. Her arm wasn't look any better, but she tried not to think about that. Unlike her leg, her arm wasn't preventing her from moving. No. Her leg was by far the worst of her injuries.

The world around her lurched sideways. She clamped her eyes shut. I’m not gonna hurl. I’m not gonna hurl, she chanted in her head, leaning against the wall of the alley. A few deep breaths and she opened her eyes again. The world was still spinning, but it was an improvement. Ellie pushed herself off the wall, stumbling terribly as she made her way to the mouth of the alley.

She couldn’t even begin to comprehend what had happened back there. One minute, she’s listening to some hellspawn bitch and complain about hell, and the next, she’s shooting at the invisible beast that nearly tore her to shreds. Her heart had practically stopped when she saw Chancellor lunge at the thing. She screamed herself hoarse to get the dumb dog to take off.

The world lurched again, bringing her out of her reverie. She threw herself at the wall again, breathing heavily. “Damn it!” she shouted, slamming her fist against the brick. As if she wasn’t bleeding enough already, a new wound opened up. She stared at the red liquid as it trailed slowly down her arm. She giggled slightly, turning her arm in the glow of one of the streetlights. “So pretty...”

A car passed in front of the alley, causing the brunette to jump. She stared into the road a moment before everything spun again. She groaned, slumping slightly as she shut her eyes. The hotel. She had to get back to the hotel. She’d be safe there.....Well, safer.

She didn’t have to go far. The rundown hotel lay less than a block away. The glowing red sign read Tuscan Hotel, though the s kept flickering at random intervals. No doubt it would read Tucan by morning. The whole place seemed deserted; it was almost two in the morning. That was a godsend. Ellie wouldn’t have been able to answer any odd questions in her state, and she wouldn’t have to worry about pushy people trying to con her into a hospital visit.

She let out a curt laugh, followed by a groan. If there was one thing she hated more than idiots, it was going to hospitals. Sick people go to hospitals. A deep laceration on the leg didn’t qualify as sick. No. She’d do this on her own. A little whiskey and some fishing wire and she’d be good as new.

Was the door always this difficult to open? Ellie scratched around the lock a few times with the key as she fumbled to get the thing in that stupid hole. She made a bit of a racket—swearing at and kicking the door—before she finally managed to get it unlocked. She didn’t even realize she was leaning on the door as she opened it, thus causing her to loose her balance and fall into the room. She muffled another groan with her arm as a sharp pain shot up her leg.

She lay on the ground for awhile, letting the pain dull down to a throb before she attempted to get to her feet. It proved to be a difficult task. She couldn’t bend her knees at all and crawling only brought the sharp pain back. But she did it anyway. Her bag was under the second bed, and she would need to get into the bathroom. Bleeding all over the bedspread would result in a stupid fee that she couldn’t exactly pay. No. Better to leave the bleeding to the bathroom.

A light jingling noise caused Ellie to freeze in her pathetic tracks. It sounded just like keys and she didn’t close the door. She shot a dark look over her shoulder only to see Chancellor standing there. He wagged his tail, dipped his head, and trotted over to his master, licking her face. Despite her condition, she was actually happy to see him. She rubbed her head against his, petting him while he whimpered and licked her.

“Chauncey...Chauncey, listen to me.” When he didn’t cease his licking, she grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at her. “Listen to me,” she repeated in a darker tone. The dog’s eyes went wide and he fell silent. “Close the door, Chauncey.” She pushed him towards the open door. “Close it, boy.”

It took the dog a few minutes to do as he was told. He managed to nudge the door shut, though not enough for it to actually latch. Whatever, Ellie thought, turning to the bed. “Chauncey, get my bag.” She reached towards the bed. “My bag. Get it for me.” This time, the dog knew what was needed. He took hold of the duffel, dragging it towards his master. She gave him a grateful pat as she yanked it open.

She dumped the contents of the bag onto the floor. Her journal ricocheted off of her nine-inch knife, falling open face down. She didn’t bother with it. She grabbed the fish wire and a bottle of whiskey, tucking both under her arm. She grabbed Chauncey’s collar and started to lift herself to her feet. The moment she applied pressure to her leg, her vision went white. She collapsed again, sending another series of sharp pains up her leg. Chancellor yelped and whined as Ellie groaned. How in the hell was she supposed to sew herself up if she couldn’t even stand?

As Chancellor bounced around her, trying his hardest to help his master, his foot knocked the journal face up again. Ellie picked it up and closed it. She stared at the cover for a moment as she fought to hold onto her consciousness. If she didn’t do something, she was going to die. But if she called for help...would it even come? She doubted it, but she had no other choice.

She flipped the book to her contacts. There was one number all the way at the end that had no name. It was of some doctor she’d heard about when she was at the Roadhouse. He was supposed to be pretty good at patching up hunters. She laughed humorlessly as she dialed the number. She wondered if he’d even be surprised by the amount of blood she’d lost. The line rang once...twice...three times... Her chances dropped with every tone.

It eventually clicked, though whether it was the doc picking up or his voicemail she never found out. As soon as she heard that click, she let it all out: “Ellie Cheval, Cove, Arkansas, Tuscan Hotel room six. If you’re as good as they say, you’ll be able to....” The phone fell from her limp fingers as the blood seeped further into the carpet.

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[app]Player Name:[/app] I'm gonna go by Gemini.
[app]Player Age:[/app] Twenty-One years crazy.
[app]Years Roleplaying:[/app] Uh...Three? Maybe? I never really bothered to look at the calendar when I started. I can pump out a post that will meet the requirement, if that's what you're asking.
[app]Where You Found Us:[/app] Anikira. It's a wolf RP site that I'm a member of.
[app]Other Characters:[/app] Just this one. For now *insert evil grin*
[app]Favorite Supernatural Episode:[/app] The Pilot, of course, cuz that's the one that got me hooked. But "The French Mistake" always gives me a good laugh. Not sure if it will make a difference, but I own all the seasons out right now, though I haven't seen any of the seventh season yet.
[app]Favorite Supernatural Character:[/app] I'd be willing to bet that everyone puts this: Dean. He's just a total badass. I do like Cas though, just because he's so cute ♥ ♥ ♥

[Devi B.]