Babineaux, Elena

[Elena Babineaux]

Elena Marie Babineaux
Human

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General »

Nickname: Ellie, El, Bambi, Babs, Baby, pretty much anything
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Student/Professor: Goon
Subject: N/A
Birth-date: September 15, 1975
Birthplace: Newport, Vermont
Sexuality: Straight
Face Claim: Natalie Dormer

Appearance »

Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Brunette
Height: 5’5”
Build: Slender
Scars: Nothing out of the ordinary
Tattoos: None
Piercings: Each lobe

Personality »

Likes:

• People
  
• Knowing stuff
  
• Solving puzzles
  
• Jewelry
  
• Chocolate
  
• Her job
  
• Cartoons
  
• Accents
  
• Helping People
  
• Traditions
  

Dislikes:

• Bullies
  
• Being told how to think
  
• Angry people
  
• Silence
  
• Mutants (usually . . . sometimes)
  
• Getting stumped
  
• Horror movies
  
• Rats
  
• Getting dirty
  
• Ear Gauges
  

Fears:

• Having a power
  
• Never finding love
  
• Spiders
  
• Horror movies
  
• Drowning
  

Brief Summary:

A spectacular worrywart and insufferable busybody, Ellie has what her grandma affectionately dubbed “oldest child syndrome” – she acted as a third parent to her younger sisters, and still has a tendency to fuss over and boss around people put in her charge. She means well, though, and honestly thinks she’s doing what is in the best interest of her latest victim. She is sometimes quicker to speak than she is to think, and as such spends a good deal of time trying to smooth down feathers that she’s ruffled.

Though Ellie can be reactionary, she can also be very responsible when need be. If the job requires her to, she can put a hold on her emotions and opinions in order to present a friendly, helpful face to the buyers. She’s a chatter-er, which can put people on edge or at ease – she doesn’t tend to pause and consider, she just talks. There have been times when her chatter has gotten information out of people when they didn’t mean to share. Of course, it’s also gotten people to clam up when the would have probably shared otherwise . . . but she just says “you win some, you lose some,” and moves on.

For the most part she buys into the idea that there’s something wrong with mutants, though lately she’s been questioning the idea. At the very least she’s started considering the possibility that mutants are not inherently bad, even if most of them seem to have taken that route.

Power Description »

Ellie has no power.

History »

Ellie was born to a very happy - though not particularly rich – family. Though she wouldn’t know it for a couple years, she was the first of seven children – every one of them a girl. Her parents (Elizabeth and Anton) were the owners and proprietors of a small antique shop in town, and the house reflected it – an old, Victorian affair, it was stuffed to the rafters with knickknacks from every era and in every state of disrepair. The piles changed content from time to time, but they rarely got smaller, except when one of the kids got into while treasure hunting.

For most of her early life, Ellie’s job was to keep her younger siblings alive and reasonably uninjured. She took to it with enthusiasm, ruling the house with an iron fist any time her parents left to tend the store. To her credit, no one ever died and there were only a few visits to the ER, so she called it a victory. Eventually the next-oldest was able to take over the babysitting from time to time, and Ellie (now sixteen) began helping out at the store when she could. It was there that she learned to gauge the price of things, and that she had a flair for telling when someone would buy and when he’d walk away.

When she turned eighteen and graduated from high school, she stayed on to help her parents instead of going to college. It never bothered her much, and when her mom tried to worry and fuss, Ellie shot her down with the insistence that she liked working the shop, and she got to spend more time with her little sisters.

It was in the antique shop that she first learned about mutants. She overheard her dad talking about a man he’d met who dealt with “those freaks” so they couldn’t threaten normal folks. When Ellie pushed – as her curiosity eventually demanded – her dad vented with gusto. Not only did mutants exit, but they were the worst sort of danger to normal people, and the government should be doing something about it . . . He made quite the argument, and being the dutiful little daughter that she was, Ellie accepted it.

Twenty-three was a turning point for her. It was then she discovered that her dad had gotten into trouble when she was still young, and in a Rumpelstiltskin-style deal had signed her away. He swore up and down that he never thought the man would actually collect on the deal – insisted that the man had seemed so eccentric that had been sure he’d forget all about. His excuses didn’t really help, though, as a man appeared on the doorstep a month later. Short, with slicked-back hair, he made Ellie nervous despite his unfailing charm when he spoke, and she decided she didn’t like him. Her feelings aside, he had no sooner shown up than she was kissed, packed, and bundled into the back of his car.

She was not the only person working for Schneider when they finally arrived at his house, though she was stunned to find that many of them were mutants. It only got more confusing when she found the cells in the basement and the mutants that Schneider was apparently in the process of selling. That was where she came in – her knack for matching merchandise with buyer would be valuable for Schneider, and he assigned her the task of finding potential people to contact. At first she was uncomfortable about participating despite her dad’s teaching, but all the mutants working with Schneider had such a big part in it, and they didn’t seem plagued by guilt - the teenage boy even emphatically voiced his agreement with it – so she forced herself not to think about it, and to do her best to find good people.

Now that she’s gotten to know the mutants around Schneider’s house, and even the captives, her hesitation has reared its head again. She’s found she likes these mutants, and it would crush her to see Lukan, or Erik, or Lara sold off. It’s not like she can run off, though – her dad still owes Schneider, and she doesn’t know what would happen if she stopped. So now she’s trying to balance her responsibility to her family and to Schneider with her rapidly-increasing guilt.

OOC »

OOC Name: Morde
Contact(s): PM or cbox
How did you find us? Lightning strike

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