Post by Pai on Mar 3, 2018 18:06:38 GMT -6
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“Karen did my holds the other day. I hate her.”NAME
ElliotFisherHolmes (Ell)AGE
31GENDER
FemaleBIRTH DATE
March 1st 1987OCCUPATION
Librarian (Circulation)LIKES
- Fruit, preferably fresh-grown, preferably strawberries, but without sugar, or the leaves, and especially with whipped cream, or ice cream, or any kind of confectionary cream, and sometimes chocolate.
- Most alcohol; whiskey is the favorite, but beer is the go-to.
- Summers when she has neighbors with kids she can get in trouble to their parents.
- Contemporary fiction, narrative nonfiction, and some factual nonfiction, depending on her mood. Primarily pulls from the 000s and 700s when dealing with nonfiction.
- Despite her sour attitude while present at it, she loves her job.
- Having not a creative bone in her body, she has a soft spot for authors and other creators that make their own content.
- Wouldn't mind one day owning a chinchilla. Or maybe a snake. A small alligator would be cool too, but her cousin once lost a finger that way.
- Cooking is far inferior to the magic and ease of takeout; picks it up most nights on her way home, or on her way to see someone. Thai is her personal favorite. Breakfast takeout is the most superior form of takeout, however.
- Women are great. Men who know their place are acceptable, but those who don't can get out of her space. Everyone else is good in her book.
DISLIKES
- Fruit juice; there's just something about it that doesn't sit correctly with her--the juice should be consumed in the fruit, not out of it. Also, coffee creamer.
- Science fiction and fantasy tend to go over her head and frustrate her; she prefers things rooted in reality. Shirtless cowboy romance novels count as fantasy too, in her book; every time one of the elderly ladies comes up to the desk with a stack of them, she decidedly feels a little ill.
- Humid weather; hot or cold, rainy or sunny, all she cares about is how heavy the air is, and how gross her face is going to feel in it.
- Most of her coworkers.
- Patrons who think they know more than her, or her staff, or her director, and are usually older white men who haven't been to a library in thirty years and think that all the women in the library exist solely to cater to them.
- Fake breakfast food; the kind you get from fast food joints, and it sounds really good on the menu, and hot breakfast sounds perfect, but then you get it, and you regret everything.
- The sound of sirens, loud truck horns, and heavy traffic gives her agita. Phlox is a good fit for her, and her home outside its suburbs even moreso; she hardly ever makes her way to Larkspur at all, as a result, though.
PERSONALITYResponsible by nature, Elliot has never had any issues getting things done. She does her best to maintain a stable environment around herself, and has a natural tendency to take responsibility for others, as a result; while parental is the last word she'd ever want to use to describe herself, it is a role she steps into without a lot of trouble. Though her love is tough and often sharp-tongued, she is gentle and patient beneath it, in regards to those she cares about, and tends to go great lengths for others without being prompted, or looking for thanks. Her soft actions and sharp words mirror her own conflicts, as she wants people close to her, but simultaneously wants to keep people away out of not wanting to feel a duty toward them.
Despite that desire to help being a natural instinct, and one that begrudgingly fills her with a sense of self-satisfaction, she holds a bitterness for having ended up this way, feeling as it was out of her control, and carries a lot of resentment about the world around her. Her temper is as easily set off as is it is easily cooled; a firecracker who can get annoyed in a pinch, and nonchalantly brush it off the next.
She conceals her jaded nature with a poised faux-arrogance, glazed with a constant base irritation spurned by her stress from her inability to relax. A lack of outlets are made up for with a handful of bad habits, but she tells herself that she's allowed to have vices--she works hard, and she cares a lot about her job and the people close to her; she's only human.
And despite often expressing disappointment in others, she recognizes that those around her are only human, too, which lead her not to hold any true grudges with anyone. As truly, she loves being around people, and in moments when she forgets her stress, she is kind, and desperately soft-hearted, and really just looking to keep from being alone--she just needs to learn that having relationships with others doesn't automatically debt her to care for them.BIOGRAPHY
- Printy County native, born to Mia & Andrew Fisher; older brothers Su (5 years) and Rock (1 year), younger sister Jan (3 years). Heritage traces back within Printy County for three generations; has a lot of relatives that live scattered between the towns.
- Attended public school in Phlox K-12, and university in Acacia for a Bachelor's in Library Science. A good student throughout, quotes her real intelligence just being in good study methods--very little of her education stuck.
- Hired to the Phlox Public Library at 19 as a library assistant after two years of volunteering; by 22, she was full-time at Circulation, and cross-trained in reference by 25. Mostly stays out of the library's programming, but offers all-ages tutoring on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
- Moved out at 23, and bought her own home by 26--a small condo on the river in the outskirts of Phlox. Lives alone, but often has friend/s stay the night.
PERSONAL HISTORYThe third child of a very standard American middle-class family, Elliot's early childhood was non-notable, average, and what she thought at the time to be ideal; a feeling of ideal she would later compare to Ian Falconer's book Olivia. She fought with her brothers, and had friends in her class at school, and liked to read, and did all of her homework on time; she didn't stand out, but she didn't feel the need to. Her family had its issues--her father liked to drink, and her mother was a little unstable--but they were low key at best, and always stayed below the surface of her life.
Unfortunately, those issues surfaced around the age of 10, when her mother brought home to read--and her life instead became--Melissa Higgins's The Night Dad Went to Jail. A drunk driving accident had torn him away from her family, and with it, her mother's emotional rock. Though she tried her best, her mother became rapidly more distant from everyone around her; and with Elliot's oldest brother already gone in boarding school for a year, her other brother being sickly, and her younger sister at a fragile developmental age, Elliot unconsciously found herself stepping up as she got older.
She helped her siblings with schoolwork, helped her mother cook and clean the house, drove her brother to appointments when she could drive, went to her sister's sporting events, all while trying to juggle her own education and, later, getting her own job, on top of making sure her mother was always okay. She'd never wanted to report her mother to child services, lest their family be pulled even further apart, but when books told her that she could've been guilty of neglect and Elliot was stretched far too thin for a teenager just trying to figure herself out, some days the temptation was there. And though she did well for her siblings and her mother, she only did well for herself on paper.
Without ever having much time to know what she liked--no less pursue interests she didn't already know about, try dating anyone, or do much with friends--she slipped easily into library work; from volunteering, to a part-time, to a degree, and right into a full-time position: all in the blink of an eye, as her siblings--thanks to her help--finally were able to start their own lives. Apart from her.
By her mid-20s, she'd moved out, but felt left behind; even though her brother still needed to be checked up on, and her mother still needed care, Elliot realized she was a grown woman who knew very little about herself. Her struggle had made her bitter, and she found it difficult to relate to others her age; she didn't know what to do with all this free time she now had, and had to find some kinds of outlets to fill it with; she was alone, and she hated it. Life was mundane, and average, and nothing stood out--and it was terrible.
She thought she'd be excited when the county was invaded by aliens, but she was disturbed to find herself too jaded already. Where life seemed like it was supposed to feel like Kubla Khan in Xanadu with everything happening, she felt more like a Richard Cory. Despite a desperate desire for change and escape in her life, and hoping under her breath that the alien situation brings it to her, she continues on her regular day-to-day, as it still all feels too much of a mere idea, a fantasy, that anything might change. And fantasy has never been much to her taste.EXTRAS
- Nick is her husband.
- Twitter is @ellefisherman; she mainly tweets about library antics.
- Stands 5'7" before heels, which usually add an extra inch and a half. She wears exclusively heels to work, despite them being noticeably loud.
- Drives a blue 2013 Nissan Leaf; the exterior is well-kept (aside from two painted-over instances of being keyed), but the interior is an explosive disaster with bags, clothes, and bottles scattered all over her floor and back seat--her glove compartment especially is packed to the bursting with tissues.
- A notoriously hostile driver; outside of her road rage, she's suffered two speeding tickets.
- Her small riverside condo is tiny and not meant to be lived in all year, but it's perfect for her single-person living, with one bed, one bath, an eat-in kitchen, and a small livingroom and multipurpose room split between two tightly-stacked levels. Despite minimal yard space, she built herself a shoddy firepit for use in the summer, and her tiny slice of the river has a little pier.
- Near-mastery of the Dewey Decimal system, at least before decimals. It makes her extremely good at helping people find books, but she also uses it for sass and making rude comments with the knowledge that the receiver won't get it.
- Reads a couple of books a week; is always strongly influenced by the last five books she's read. Generally goes through them before bed, and makes her way through audiobooks in the mornings when she gets ready.
- Has a room in her house dedicated to trying to pursue hobbies, but falls into a trend; establish base interest, buy materials, try once, and never touch again. Can't find anything she likes enough to stick with.
- Sometimes tries to date, but generally struggles to be emotionally invested in anyone, leading her to have mostly brief and physical relationships.
- Only ever wears her hair down, as her ears stick out; gets self-conscious of it when her hair is tied back.
COMPLICATIONSPVP: Yep
Injury: Yep
Death: 👀
