Elyse Mitchell | Civilian

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✧ determined
✧ friendly
✧ hard-working

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ physically weak
✦ timid
✦ tends to hold a grudge

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Parents: Walter and Lydia Mitchell (Deceased)
Siblings: none
Other Family: Danielle Harris (aunt/primary guardian)
Important Others: Her best friend Sara
History:

Elyse doesn't even really remember much about her parents. They were killed in a bank robbery hostage situation when she was only two, and afterwards had been taken in by her young aunt/godmother, Danielle. She only has the memories of her parents through stories told by family and through photographs really... memories that are pleasant to think about, but not really her own.

The family made it a habit to call her Dani in order to reduce confusion since she and Danielle now lived together. This was fine with her for a while but once she started sixth grade and headed into middle school, she was of the age that she wanted to determine her own identity and started introducing herself as Elyse. This was the name she went by from then on, however family still refers to her as Dani. Old habits die hard, apparently.

Throughout school, Elyse has always been someone who liked to fly under the radar. She was a good student but not the very top of her class. She did her work but mostly kept her head down and stayed out of trouble. She was never worried about being popular but she did have her own small group of friends, including her closest friend Sara whom she had been friends with since second grade. She didn't really get too involved in school activities, however she was a member of her high school softball team during her Sophomore and Junior (current) years and she was a member of her school's yearbook and newspaper committee.

The morning the big tragedy happened started like any other. She had showered the night before and slept in the clothes she intended to wear to school, something she did now and then when she really wanted to sleep in. A quick brush of her hair and teeth and a breakfast bar grabbed from her aunt on her rush out the door was the extent of her morning.

It was not long after lunch, during her 4th period Chemistry class, when the first shots were fired. The teacher instructed the class to remain in their seats and went to peer into the hallway, where he witnessed a pair of armed students making their way down the hall, firing into the classrooms. In this class they all sat at tables rather than desks, and not knowing a better way to protect them in such a short amount of time, he quickly turned off the lights and instructed them all to hurriedly move the tables onto their sides and to hide behind them, using them as shields. It wasn't fool proof but it was the best they had on short notice.

Elyse was terrified, of course. She remembers trying to stay as quiet as she could, as did her other classmates. They heard the door open... heard footsteps, and everyone remained silent, hoping they would go away. When they heard the door close again the teacher waited a minute before rising up slowly from behind his desk to be sure the coast was clear, just in time for the gunman to flip on the light and fire two shots in his chest and one right in his face. Screams filled the air as the teacher fell over, dead, and the room was once again alight with gunfire. Elyse barely remembers feeling a searing pain in her thigh and shoulder before everything went black and she passed out.




Alias: Cherry Pie
How did you find us?: Am admin
Experience: eleventy billion years
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RP Sample: So teaching fifth grade had turned out to be quite different from teaching Kindergarten in more ways than one. It wasn't as though Annali expected anything different, but there seemed to something odd with her new class that couldn't be explained simply by age difference. She had been desperate to get back to work... living with Bobby Singer wasn't easy to do, even for a woman as patient as she was. The man was grouchy and stubborn and though he never raised his voice to her, there were times when they butted heads because he sometimes refused to do anything that was good for him, no matter how much she insisted.

So sometime mid-summer she had started looking for employment, anxious to have a little bit of time out of the house doing what she loved. Unfortunately Sioux Falls only had one elementary school and the only vacancy they had in their staff was to teach the fifth grade. Ten and eleven-year-olds weren't the age group that she was used to but she had the skills and even found herself a bit excited at the prospect of a new challenge that didn't involve something grotesque and supernatural.

Throughout the day things seemed fine... perfect really... maybe even too perfect. The students were all extremely well-behaved. In fact, some of them sat straight in their desks and watched her the entire day without moving a muscle, except when she would call on them to answer questions. And even then, they didn't crack even a hint of a smile. In fact, there had been no expression in their faces nor in the tones of their voices. Creepy? Yeah, you could say that.

Annali was beyond ready for the end of the day when it came. She tidied up the room as the children were dismissed via car, bus, or to walk home from school. Her back was turned to the class as she cleaned off her chalkboard, and she let out a sigh of relief as she heard what she was sure were the last footsteps out of the room until she turned around, startled to find those six stoic children sitting patiently in their seats, their eyes locked on her as though waiting for her to perform some sort of trick. She blinked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she slid into the chair behind her desk and asked them about their transportation home. Apparently these children were waiting for their parents to pick them up and claimed they would be called to the front office when they arrived.

At first Annali didn't feel any sort of threat. She suggested they all read quietly or start on their homework while they waited, and then she pulled out a paperback novel herself and opened it on her desk, reading quietly. But something just felt strange, and after about ten minutes of pure silence she looked up from her book to see that none of them had moved... that they were still watching her. She bit her lip, her stomach turning a little uneasily. It wasn't as though these children were misbehaving but the way they were watching her was making her extremely uncomfortable. She needed to get away from their prying eyes, if only for a few minutes.

Annali opened one of her desk drawers and gathered a few papers with a bit of writing on them and stood, smoothing down her long, flowing crimson silk skirt. She flashed the creepy students a nervous smile and started making her way towards the door. "I'll be right back. I just need to go make some copies," she told them, hoping her unease didn't show in her voice. But as soon as she approached the door and reached for the doorknob, one of the students was suddenly in front of her, blocking her path. "I don't think that's a very good idea, Miss MacPherson," Jeff warned her. He was a tall boy, with shaggy blonde hair that looked like he had cut it himself and piercing dark eyes that bore right into her.

She stepped back, her blue eyes widening. "Excuse me? Move out of the way please," she frowned, reaching for the door again. This time she pulled the door open just slightly only for Jeff to slam it shut again.

"I said that isn't a good idea," he said with a low growl. Annali shuddered at the look in his eyes and looked around, swallowing a lump in her throat when she noticed the other five children were out of their seats and were slowly making their way toward her like zombies in an old horror film.

"This isn't funny. Back to your seats everyone," she ordered, trying to sound stern as she backed slowly away from the approaching children. She wasn't surprised that they didn't do as they were told but as she looked around, she realized she had nowhere to go. Sure there were plenty of objects around her that she could use to defend herself but Annali was sure she could never bring herself to strike a child, even in self defense.

The six zombie-like children continued to move toward her, backing her slowly into a corner of the room, and she whimpered as she slid her hand into the pocket of the cardigan she wore, quickly hitting up Dean on speed dial and then shouting for the children to get away from her. She didn't dare bring the phone out of her pocket but she knew that if Dean would answer and could hear that something was wrong... he would come to her rescue. He always did...




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