Name: Eleanor Kaylock
Age: 22
Level: N/A
Race (Human, Creature, Ect..): Human.
Abilities: A skilled piano, violin and cello player, Eleanor spent the majority of her childhood with an instrument in hand. And when she didn't, neither were her hands empty. Books, maps of the world and the seven seas, as well as occasionally heavy fountain pens were always found in at least one of them. Thus, she is now at the age of 22 a very much learned woman, if a little awkward in the comapny of certain others.
Other Forms: (Only certain characters can use this)
Good Neutral or Evil: Neutral, though she leans more towards good in the ggray zone.
Bloodtype: AB+
Where is your character from: Though her family originally descends from Scotland, thereof the Scottish surname, she herself (as well as the last two generations of her family) was born here in England.
Height: 170 cm.
Residance: A smaller mansion at the outskirts of London, about 30 minutes away from the city by horse.
Odd Traits: The will fawn over all roses she sees, and most probably stop to talk to certain ones. She sometimes adresses people by the flowers that she finds fits them best, as well as having a tendency to space out every now and then. Daydreaming is very normal for her, as well as taking in any stray animals (and sometimes, people!) that come up to her for at least a day before leaving it in a shelter.
History: Born to a high class family, her father being the sucessful company head of a big trading business (thereof her wast knowledge of the world) and her mother the daughter of one of the lower of the noble families, Eleanor had a happy, wealthy and very much sheltered childhood. She was married to a young nobleman at the early age of 18, with whom she lived in a small estate a little bit away from London.
However, from there on, her life deteriorated. Before she knew it, she was widowed at the early age or 19, her husband killed in a bar brawl. During her first mourning year, her father died as well. His head smashed in my rowdy sailors. Her mother wasted away a couple of months before her 21st birthday, and she was left with a huge inheritance, an estate and two full sets of servants, libraries, and a lot of social etiquettes to learn. She has worn her clothes in black ever since, even though she was permitted to stop with the mourning wear two years after her husband died.
Since, the trading company she inherited from her father continued blooming with the help of many outsiders, and she has been trying to make affairs with the Phantomhives of exporting their toys.
Character Portrait:
[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Left handed or right handed: Left handed, though she has trained herself to be able to write somewhat acceptably with her right as well. The lettering is not nearly as even nor flowing as when it's written by her left, but she finds it amusing to be able to write with both.
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