Post by AMELIA MAY ELLISON on Mar 16, 2011 21:32:51 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; height: 400px; background-image: url(http://i947.photobucket.com/albums/ad315/Zedler/Amelia/app.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 2px solid #414141;] amelia jay ellison! AMELIA, 25, GHOST, ANNE HATHAWAY On October twenty-third 1929 Amelia Ellison, only daughter to George Ellison of Ellison Steel left the family estate for the city. She would be dead before the crash the next day. Amelia likes to say this is due to her famously fabulous luck. She had been going into the city to attend a party hosted by the man she had been seeing, when his previously unmentioned wife made an appearance. Never one to back down and convinced that Harold loved her Amelia stood up for their relationship. After over 1,400 dollars worth of damage and what would have been regaled as a truly extraordinary girl fight for years had the market not crashed the next day, Amelia was over powered by ‘that fat cow’ and strangled with the strap of another attendee’s purse. Amelia is quick to point out that the woman and her lying SOB of a husband were penniless by the end of the week. That of course was not retribution enough to keep her from haunting the shit out of them until each was at their deathbed. Amelia says she was lucky enough to have died while in her prime and dressed to impress. Even luckier that she had chosen a long white coat and a simple black number that seemed to always be in fashion rather than the more daring patterned dress she had also considered. It had just been given to her by Harold, the man she was seeing. She had decided that wearing it would seem to eager and she certainly didn’t want to come off as a done deal in his eyes. She would have regretted wearing the thing during every decade but the seventies, he had horrid taste, all the new money men did. The diamonds glittering around her neck and dangling from her ears are also quite lovely and classic but Daddy had bought them for her birthday. Daddy knew how to spend money, he always bought the sort of things a girl could really cherish. Amelia was used to the fine things, and did everything in her power to project the image of fine things. She is of average height, although too thin due to her diet of grapefruit, booze, and coffee at the time of her death. She hadn’t yet made the mistake of cutting her dark wavy hair to fit the fashion and to her great relief she died with a rather elaborate hairdo absolutely full of bobby pins. She has spent many an hour rearranging her hair to her pleasing. Amelia was the sort of girl that drew the attention of everyone in a room. Not only did she reek of money but she had a talent for making people want to please her. Trained to be both the perfect hostess and an ideal guest Amelia had high standards, a commanding presence, and the best politely condescending smile in New York. And why wouldn’t she? She was raised to be the best, demand the best and leave everyone else in her dust. The roots of all of these things still cling to her personality now, although a century will change even the most stubborn of people. . Over time she’s softened a little experience, observation, and the reality of death have given her some perspective. The change has been slow enough she doesn’t seem to notice but it is happening. Going unseen for so long Amelia has been forced to adjust to not being the center of the universe. She’s now more accepting although still demanding and particular she’ll give new things a try even if it’s with an eyeroll and a scowl. In life, Amelia was the life of the party, up on all the fashions, and tremendously spoilt. No switch was flipped with her death. She died furious, scared, and hurt which at first seemed to only aggravate her flaws. She devoted the first years of her death to torturing Harold and his wife. Giving them exactly what she felt they deserved, Amelia followed them from home to home, city to city slowly driving both to their breaking point. She reveled in spitting on each as they went through their doors in 1947 and 1961. She’s been a bit lost since, unsure of how to pass, with everyone she was close to dead she can’t think of what business she has left. Besides, after all that time she’s a little scared of doing it anyway. Not that she’d ever admit that. mikey is a lady killer?! of caution 2.0 |
