DE VOS, Marcella Aveline

[marcella aveline de vos]

MARCELLA AVELINE DE VOS

FULL NAME: Marcella Aveline De Vos.
NICKNAMES: Ella
AGE: Twenty-one
GENDER: Female.
SEXUALITY: Straight.
STATUS: Single.
GROUP: Student.
GRADE: Sophomore.
MAJOR: Plant Biology.
JOB OCCUPATION: Teaposium waitress.

HAIR: Dark and long, usually with waves in the length. Marcella prefers to leave it down since she likes to play with it as a distraction or out of habit.
EYES: Blue.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: Marcella’s scars are mental, not physical.
TATTOOS: None.
PIERCINGS: Her ears just the once.
PLAY-BY: Emily Rudd!

LIKES: Chamomile tea, chunky socks, summer dresses, the colour red, shortbread, walking on the grass, fantasy novels, her greenhouse, listening to folky music, small dogs, The Jungle Book, fashion, gardening, going home each day, smoothies, feeling good about herself, dreamless sleeps, floral patterns, lace, collecting quirky mugs, knitting blankets.
DISLIKES: People staring, high school memories, headaches, nightmares, noisy neighbours, dirty mirrors, smudged lipstick, being out in the rain, cold nights, gossips, blood, flying, never returning to Belgium, feeling left out, crying, action movies, white roses, that fuzzy teeth feeling, eating the frosting before she’s iced her cupcakes.
FEARS: blood, flying, faceless dolls.
SECRETS: Only because she doesn’t talk about it – Marcella will never get on a plane again. She will not even go to an airport and look at one. She is deathly afraid of them now after losing her parents, and any hope of overcoming it seems completely lost. She won’t even entertain the idea. She’s even resigned herself to the thought that she’ll never see her home again.
PERSONALITY: Marcella is a dreamer who often slips into her own nostalgic thoughts. She dreams of what once was and what could have been more than anything else. She’s friendly, but quiet – a trait which is often mistaken for shy. She’s not so much, but she would rather keep to herself after high school when she experienced first hand how rumours and gossip can circulate after confiding in people who were supposed to be trusted friends. Now she’s a little more wary about who she opens up to and pours her inner most secrets out to. Marcella is feminine and rather old fashioned at times – she’ll joke herself that she’s a century out of time on occasion. She likes to be neat and presentable in every way possible as often as she can, even though working with plants and flowers often means she has dirt under her fingernails. Marcella is the type to wear her heart on her sleeve; even if she won’t always say what is causing her feelings, the emotion itself is usually as clear as day. She’s not a fighter at all – in fact, Marcella rarely finds the courage to speak up for herself even when she desperately wants to. She’s more likely to hide in a bathroom stall and cry it out than face the gossipers and the snide remarks that have been hissed at her in the past. She would love to fight back, but her nerves hold her down. She’s a romantic, but her experience has never led to anything long lasting yet. She likes the traditional approach – or so she thinks – but Marcella has always held an open mind and would likely be impressed by any man who can surprise her and bring a smile to her face.

MOTHER: Adrienne Daphne Du Vos, deceased
FATHER: Andre Gregor Du Vos, deceased.
SIBLINGS: None.
OTHERS: N/A.
PETS: None yet!
HOMETOWN: Bruges, Belgium.
HISTORY: Andre was a botanist who met Adrienne when she came through on an academic tour of where he worked. She wasn’t particularly interested in his area of expertise, but it was part and parcel of the day and she did find herself interested in the man behind the plants. It was her who approached him, and through his shock he did manage to agree to coffee and after that went well, drinks. Adrienne was a biology enthusiast, but she ultimately ended up teaching the subject, rather than going into any particular area of research. She would cite that it had been a love for too many areas that had pushed her to teach. In the end, they married three years after they met, and two more years after that they welcomed a baby girl. The pregnancy hadn’t been easy, and Marcella came at thirty four weeks. They decided that one child was enough for them, and they didn’t want to take a risk with another pregnancy.

Marcella was an adorable little girl. She was raised with perfect manners and she was a delight to be around. At school she worked hard to impress her teachers, and like her parents she favoured the sciences. She doted on her daddy, and she wanted to be just like him when she grew up. They had a conservatory where he worked from at home, full of plants, and Marcella would run around after him out there, seeing what he was up to, and chasing him around trying to be just like him. She had a few close friends throughout her childhood, but there were bullies, and kids who just wanted to grind Marcella down for their own selfish reasons.

When Marcella was in high school, she earned herself an academic scholarship to study at a school in America. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity and even though it meant she would have to leave Bruges and Belgium, not to mention her family, they all agreed it was a chance she had to take. It was a terrifying step to take, but Marcella knew that if she didn’t do it she would regret it in the years that would follow. So she went, missing her parents terribly, and settled into a school in Seattle. She would be there from the age of sixteen to eighteen and that suited her fine. She had no concrete plans for afterwards, but she imagined she would return home and attend a university in Europe at the very least. At the new school, which provided her with a room of her own in a boarding residence set up for overseas students, Marcella made a new group of friends. She came to realise that this private school was a little snootier than her last, and her peers judged those around them far more acutely than she was used to, and more than she liked. She kept on the fringe, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself, and also not wanting to be a part of many of the things she witnessed while she was there. Marcella was there to learn and nothing more.

Everything changed when she was seventeen. Her father had a pilot’s licence for small aircrafts, and Marcella had been up with him ever since he had obtained it when she was twelve. He was a competent flyer and there had never been a single problem before. One day, she was summoned to the school office to be told by an official and several more officials that she couldn’t remember that there had been an accident. Her parents had gone up, as they always did, in the aircraft her father hired when they wished to, but something had gone wrong. Investigators were going to look into the incident to find out why the plane had crashed, but all Marcella heard was that her parents were dead. She didn’t care what tiny bit of engineering had failed. They were dead and nothing was going to bring them back. Not even the payout she was awarded when it was determined that the plane hadn’t been serviced properly before the flight and that the hangar it was hired from was responsible. Money was not what Marcella needed. She had inheritance enough to pay for her future, but what did it matter? Her immediately family had died in the most horrific way she could envision. She kept having dreams about it. Nightmares stealing her sleep until eventually she became thankful for nights where no dreams came at all.

Her friends whispered rumours of the most horrific nature, and Marcella closed herself off from them. She heard in the halls that the crash was deliberate. That Marcella had been dumped at the school so they could take their lives. It was lies, horrible and heartbreaking, but she didn’t have it in her to fight back against them. She just wanted to be done with the wretched school. The teachers tried to help her and she appreciated all that they did, but she wanted to be done so she could get as far away as possible. Marcella couldn’t even fly home to bury her parents. The thought of getting on a plane petrified her. In the end an aunt she barely knew sent the ashes to her in America telling her to bury them when she was ready to come home. Marcella knew that she would never feel ready to get on a plane again. It killed her inside to know that she would never see Bruges again.

After she graduated high school, Marcella travelled for two years, taking the time to deal with her grief and to figure out where she wanted to go next. For all intents and purposes she was stuck in America unless she travelled by boat. In the end she settled down in New York City and was accepted at NYU to study Plant Biology. Her dreams of being like her father had never wavered, not once. She got through her first year with her head down, working as a waitress in the first place to hire her. She had money to see her through college without a job, but Marcella wanted to do something to keep herself from staring at the walls or the urns on the top of her mantelpiece. Her second year just starting up, she’s beginning to feel like she’s starting to know where she’s going with her life. It’s a very long journey, and she’s very much alone in it right now, but Marcella is slowly figuring it all out. That’s what matters.

YOUR ALIAS: Kim
RULE WORDS: kidnappedbykim.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: Under the troll bridge
SAMPLE:

Nein!

[kim]