Post by Neil Pereira on Sept 28, 2012 10:42:41 GMT -5
permission from Ellie to make her, and to have her replace Audrey Weasley.
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #9c5f5b, bTable][tr][cs=2] eliza anne devereux. nineteen. arts professional (painter/illustrator). talulah riley. | |
[rs=2] | if anybody said that it was a beautiful, well mannered little girl that richard and anne devereux brought into this world after their second daughter, they were sorely mistaken. shrieking and kicking and screaming as she was wrapped up in pink, soft towel and placed by her mother's side, eliza anne devereux was a firecracker right from the start. being the youngest daughter to be born into the family - when it became evident that anne couldn't give any more sons and obviously had no intentions to lose her figure while trying - it was quiet easy for her to be easily overshadowed with the blooming tensions between her aunt and uncle, the somewhat awkward, too formal relationship which her parents shared and the attention all her cousins got. from day one, eliza wasn't the baby girl anybody looked too much at because they sort of assumed she'd either entertain herself or keep quiet when needed. so, obviously, she did what wasn't expected and became the temper tantrum queen of the devereux household. where henry made their father proud, eliza trashed an entire ball room; where georgia was the most impressive little daughter at the parties, her younger sister let all the horses out of the stables and got her dress dirty by rolling in the mud. any attention, was good attention in her books. but for some reason nobody did pay her attention. ever since eliza was four and she embarrassed her mum be lifting up her dress to show off boys' pants underneath at a tea party she'd been hosting for their rich maternal cousins and aunts, she'd been left to the care of the nanny, isobel. everyone knew that if there was a party, eliza was to be engaged for hours long english tutoring and when the distant family gathered for lunches, she was to be given a glass of warm milk to be put to bed for an afternoon nap. she was the little girl they were ashamed to bring up at the small talk sessions, and that was within the first hour of the show. by the time she hit the age of six, she was beginning to believe that perhaps she wasn't really wanted around. in fact, for the longest time she believed that her mother had found a way to "put her back" in her tummy, where she came from and get rid of her for good, until one night she whispered her fears to izzie and was reassured that no such thing was about to happen, ever. from then on, eliza promised herself to be the good, smart young lady. instead of following them around to irritate them, eliza started to follow henry and georgia's actions to emulate them. she'd say hello in the exact same tones, and pin her hair with the right clips. when she had to act smart and grown up, she'd repeat what she'd heard henry say and when she had to be the adorable, charming girl, she'd imitate georgia. when her cousins left to go to britain with her uncle, she felt relieved to have more attention on her because finally people would see her for her, instead of the pale imitation of her siblings and cousins. she knew this was the chance she had to impress 'em all and she snagged it the moment henry left to go to school. her plan was simple...do what they say, give ideas which they approve of and be the nice little girl. of course, that went down the drain on georgia's tenth birthday party. everyone who knew the devereux's even the slightest bit were invited for what was probably the most well planned and expensive birthday party that was in australia in a long time, as the little girl's birthday was celebrated. having been meticulously planned and set out, anne was determined not to let her youngest girl ruin her sister's day. giving strict instructions to izzie to watch out for eliza, she also told the barely seven year old that she wasn't allowed to touch anything or talk to anybody without somebody accompanying her. that was all fantastic, until the time to cut the cake arrived. having been jittery all morning from having had two cups of fruit punch and an entire ice cream cone, the sugar rush only made her more excited as she saw the dazzling candles on the three tier cake. excited enough that when everybody started singing 'happy birthday' eliza accidentally blew up the cake before georgia could even touch it, giving everyone within a ten foot radius a face full of vanilla creme icing. she thought it was amusing, but her mother didn't and she sent back the house and into her room for the rest of the evening and the next morning. in fact, she'd have spent most of her birthday alone, had henry and georgia not decided to come up to her room and spend it there with her. despite having the awkward, disapproving relationship with her parents, eliza grew incredibly close to her siblings. having initially seen them as idols, and later as companions - she got over the jealousy she had towards them as it became obvious to her that they loved her just as she much as she them. suddenly it wasn't her against the world, but rather, her with them. when henry went back to school and eventually, even georgia did too, eliza felt incredibly alone. while her siblings and cousins were off to school, she'd be lectured day in and out on how to not embarrass the family. having grown into her preteen years by this point, the lecturing made her less sad and despondent; more irritated and furious. she made it a habit that every time her parents would make her temper ran haywire, she'd let it out in a healthy way - either through going running or horseback riding or taking walks in the city, accompanied by izzie. she'd often find herself, quietly roaming the streets a few kilometres from her home, just watching regular, middle class, loving families spend time together; where mothers would laugh and lovingly pat their daughters for spilling food instead of reprimanding them, or take pictures when they did something amusing instead of scolding them. it seemed like whatever fiery energy she'd been born with, whatever her sustained her through her formative years, had been extinguished by anne devereux. when eliza was old enough to go to school, she was surprisingly shy and quiet. she no longer talked much, or opposed what anybody told her to do. she'd just nod and follow through. it wasn't that she was scared to speak up, but rather she saw no point to it. it was only on the week before she was to go to school that something brightened her up. having an age gap of seven years with henry and three years with georgia, she'd assumed that she'd be left to her own devices in school. little did she know that her cousin evelyn would be joining her. having thought that her interaction to her part british - somewhat exotic in her mind - cousin had been reduced to short letters and rare family meetings, she had no idea that evelyn would be there to overshadow her here too. for the first time, in a long time, eliza threw a tantrum. she threw the vase - the birthday present which izzie's son had made for her a few years before - across her room and screamed and pulled her hair until she was a sobbing mess. she doesn't remember much of the night, except once in a while izzie mentions these days that she put her to sleep muttering the words 'it's okay, i love you, somebody loves you.' don't ask her though, eliza will deny it. she spent her last week at home, very quiet and angry with her family - immediate and otherwise - for putting her through this competition she never asked for. but when she and evelyn finally went to school, they hit it off almost right away. imagine eliza's utter surprise when she'd intended to give her the silent treatment the entire ride to school - only to have them laughing and chatting away, only forty five minutes into the journey. by the time they reached school, she was in better spirits and she'd found a friend. but her mother's constant scolding and society's general disapproval had left a deeper impact than anybody could imagine. while she was bubbly and chatty on the outside, every second she spent laughing, she spent on the inside crying. having been compared and stretched and moulded into what was her mother's ideal vision of perfection, she'd come to genuinely believe that she was just not good enough. when a girl in their dormitory stared too long, eliza would spend hours in front of the mirror trying to figure out what was wrong. if two boys in class laughed at an inside joke - she'd spend an entire period mulling over the fact if they were laughing at her or not. every corner she turned, every move she made, she thought twice because she had to be perfect - if she was perfect nobody could judge, and if nobody could judge, nobody could complain. she was around thirteen or fourteen when she realized that the only way people would stop trying to have her meet unattainable criteria would be if she didn't let them have any expectations from the start. after all, why have any expectations when there's promise of disappointment. the summer before she was to return for her fourth year, she dyed her hair bleach blonde - a far cry from the beautiful strawberry blond hair her siblings had - bought dark makeup and ripped off sleeves from most her shirts. stilettos were traded for combat boots, and dainty tea cups for vodka shot glasses, and "lizzie" was born. with her brother abandoning her to run off to britain and her sister doing just fine on her own, "lizzie" started to pave her own way. she gave up on getting the good grades and decided to get into what she really loved: art and painting. she spent her weekend afternoons helping a small town shop illustrate prints and low cost newspapers, and her evenings were spent getting drunk and kissing random boys. whenever she'd go home for the summer, she'd have extensive flings with boys from the surrounding neighborhoods, making a point to bring them home to have loud sex and have them sneak out in front of her family and servants. she was done trying to improve her wildchild image. if she was going to be labelled, she was going to live up to it. in her fifth year, though, everything changed. at the age of fifteen when you have that flutter in your tummy and can't tell if it's because you've had one shot too many or if you're falling in love, "lizzie" made the mistake of falling head over heels for her sister's classmate, Jonathan Palmer. At eighteen, he was everything she was looking for - tall, dark, dangerous and dashing. the two got involved, despite her sister's protests and evelyn's discouragement. they all told her he had a bad reputation with women but she didn't listen, continuing to meet him night after night - until she found out she was pregnant with his baby and he dumped her on her ass, getting as far away from her as possible. the whirlwind that had been her life so far - from her exciting beginning years, to lonely preteens, to wild teens - suddenly came to a standstill as she realized she'd not only had her heartbroken but she was carrying another life inside her. too scared to go to her siblings, she told the only other person whom she trusted - evelyn. she didn't do it to hear disapproval, only to feel the consolation that somebody knew, that somebody who actually cared about her would know that once there's been a little baby Eliza in this world before she got rid of it. and a month later, she finally had the courage to go down to the village clinic and get the baby aborted. For months after she got rid of it, she spent her days sleeping with random men and getting wasted. she didn't know if it was the broken heart or empty womb inside her that made her feel that way, but she was suddenly painfully aware of just how screwed up she was. eliza devereux finally woke up to just how badly she'd messed up her life. she'd been put through a rigorous test she'd obviously failed and didn't have the energy to pick up the pieces. so she did what she did best: avoided dealing with the situation. she got a few tattoos, dyed her hair a little blonder and by the time she graduated, she'd made up her mind to leave the country that had so badly ruined her. the moment she got her diploma, she packed her bags and leaving only a poorly explained note to her mother and father, she moved to london. having more than enough funds to her name, thanks to her grandparents and the distant aunt who'd loved her antics enough to leave her wealth to her before she died, eliza resolved to continue her life - but with an ounce of control. she found a well spaced out, yet modest apartment in downtown london and found an advertisement for an illustrator for the local daily newspaper comic strips. she finally started over, not telling anybody where she'd run off too. she'd occasionally write to her siblings, once in a few months, but would be careful not to put an address on the letters. the only person who knew where she was, was evelyn who'm she'd sworn to secrecy. she continued making a living off the comic strips, until one day henry and georgia came knocking down her door. she didn't know how they found her, and she didn't know why they took the effort to. after months of not hearing from her parents, and messy letters from her siblings, her beliefs of being unwanted had been reinforced. she didn't question why they took they time to find her though, just threw herself into their arms and for the first time, she cried. she cried all night long; not telling them why but just thanking them over and over again. the next morning, she pretended it never even happened, and so did they. that was one year ago. eliza's come a long way since then. having moved on from her broken heart, she's well onto making a name for herself as an artist. she doesn't just work on newspapers anymore, but rather works freelance for publishing companies for young childrens' books and other works which require illustrations. she still genuinely believes she's not good enough, but she's moved past the petty need to rebel for it. of course, she won't do anything which is counted as 'proper' in their books though. she still dyes her hair and parties like a maniac and sleeps with men she picks up - but she's grown up and learned her lessons. she's became more self assured on the outside and seemingly confident. even if she doesn't believe in herself, she's learned that it's no point crying and drawing attention to it. rather she covers it up with a selfish, cocky persona. and after being lost for so many years, it seems like she's finally found her way. the only problem is, the more she makes a steadier life for herself, the more she's beginning to realize just how big a mistake she might've made by giving up her baby... |
brooke. 18. three. gmt+5:30. |
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