Elenora Lucrezia Biancardi

[elenora lucrezia biancardi]

ElenoraLucreziaBiancardi.
what's up, mille-feuille? i'm gienahclarette,
and i'm applying to your FANTASTIC
little site. i'm 20 years young.
i've only been roleplaying for 7 years
long, but you can still count on me to be
the reliable one.



thissong'sfortheemokids.
( withthepunkrock,rockabillyscreamolids )

name Elenora Lucrezia Biancardi
nicknames , Lenora
age and year , Sixteen, Second Year
sexual preference , Males (heterosexual)
birthday , November Second 1994
style , Classic Lolita, Mori Girl
occupation , student

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butdamnyoulookgood.
( andi'mdrunk )

height , 5 feet, 1 inch
weight , 112 pounds
tattoos and piercings , none
best feature , Large eyes and a very smooth and even complexion
general , Elenora is a polite, if rather quiet, girl who is not unpleasant to be around. But, she does come across as a little cold. Her olivine complexion is paler than most Italians, due to spending all of her time outside under a parasol or the shade of a tree. It’s complimented by dark brown locks that can at least keep a curl for most of the day and bright, hazel-green eyes. Elise’s oval-shaped face and defined features make her more suited to elegance than cuteness. At times, this leads to considerable irritation, especially when she sees an adorable dress that would just never, ever suit her.

She normally keeps her hair in loose, large curls, and has a fondness for lipsticks. Although her makeup is always minimal, she seems to own an endless supply of beauty products and facial masks. Her appearance is always neat, tending towards classic cuts and minimal jewelry. She seems to eschew headdresses altogether, and rarely wears bows. However, Elenora always has a parasol on her person, even if she’s indoors and even in the dead of winter. It seems like she almost has an infinite supply of them.
playby , Elisa Sednaoui

littledeathsinmusicalbeds.
( soitseemsi'msomeonei'venevermet! )

likes , tea, meticulous activities, dancing, Italian sodas, fine chocolates, fencing, flowering plants
dislikes , maths, sciences, loud music, unnecessarily large portions of food, squeaky doors
strengths , patience, attention to detail, a calculating mind in things she cares about, alertness, speaks both English and Italian fluently
weaknesses , easily bored, a strong vicious streak, a horrible black thumb (can’t care for plants to save her life)
fears , her father being caught by the police, airport security
quirks , obsessively folding and caring for her clothing and beauty supplies, collecting catalogues and look-books, always wiping down phones before using them
secrets , sneaking into her father’s office and breaking a statuette, eaves dropping on his meetings
how , One of her father’s colleagues left a Julliet et Justine look book in the sitting room—probably intending to get his own daughter something. Elenora returned it with barely contained reluctance, but not before finding the online store and compiling a huge list of desired items. It was the perfect compliment to the lifestyle she had been raised in, the lifestyle she loved. All of Elenora’s designer jeans were shoved in the back of the closet in favor of elegant dresses and pearls.
general , Elenora is generally a very quiet girl, but not out of shyness. She doesn’t give off the impression of one who has little experience interacting with others, but the air of someone who’s doing a lot of daydreaming. In general, she’s actually a very polite girl, always sending out hand-written thank-you cards and using very polite speech.

Although very difficult to actually rile, Elenora does have a horribly vicious streak when it comes to getting petty revenges on others either for herself or for the sake of those she has chosen to care about. While she seems to have no problem interacting with other human beings on a superficial level, she does come across as rather distant and cold and has trouble making deeper relationships.

wordsofwisdomfortheweary.
( seewhogetsitintheend )

hometown , Palermo, Sicily
family , Valentino Biancardi (father) and Bianca Biancardi (mother)
pets , a male beta fish named Ezio
best memory , Her parents reading to her at bedtime when she was younger
worst memory , Slipping on ice, falling, and breaking her arm just outside of her parents’ vacation home in northern France when she was eleven.
history , Elenora knew that her father wasn’t a good man by normal standards from almost the beginning. Call it women’s’ intuition, a child’s intuition, whatever it may be. By the time Elenora was born, Valentino was already a ‘made man’ of organized crime, with the disposable income to raise his only daughter to be a lady and give his wife, Bianca, a life of quiet luxury. As the years passed, Valentino’s wealth grew and grew, almost mysteriously. Scars appeared on Elenora’s father’s face; well, more of them. Years of eves-dropping on her parents gave Elenora the knowledge that her beloved papa was a very, very bad man. And yet, she didn’t care.

Her life was a sweet and sour one of infinite little pleasures and isolation from other children. She was privately tutored for most of her life, only seeing other little girls at ballet lessons or other activities. Even then, Elenora felt distant to them. They were so very, very opposite. While they worried about how much money their honest working papas would bring in, Elenora ruminated over her padre being shot or being caught by the police as she dined on only the finest of foods.

She learned not to fear the fearsome men that sometimes visited the house, learned to like their smiles and the slight-of-hand tricks they would show her. But, Valentino and Bianca began to worry about Elenora’s future, wonder if their daughter would always sit quietly alone. Favors were called in. A string or two was pulled. Then Elenora was sent off to Mille-feuille to learn to connect to people. After all, Elenora could look forward to a life of independent wealth, so actual studies were secondary at best.

we'rethepartyyou'rethepeople.
( let'smakethisnightaclassic! )

password? , here comes the sun, doo da doo doo
sample post ,

The phone rang. Elenora listened to the ring tone play half a dozen times as the woods meandered by on the other side of the taxi window. They wouldn’t pick up. Elenora’s mother was away for a holiday in France, and her papa was no doubt busy with his work. She listened to her parents’ voicemail recording, and paused after the tone finished. Turning slightly away from the cab driver, towards the window, Elenora began speaking in her smoothest, calmest Italian. The inflections of her voice did betray a few hints of anxiety and a handful of small, unnamable worries.

“Hello, mama, papa. I have arrived at the Academy. The weather here is quite chilly. But, I should grow accustomed to it with time. I shall write you letters promptly and regularly. Love, your Elenora,” she almost whispered into a plain, black cell phone before pressing a key and ending the call. A few minutes later, Elenora could catch the occasional glimpse of Mille-feuille through the tree line. She didn’t sigh, but leaned her head back against the upholstered seat of the taxi and hoped that her things had already arrived at the Academy.

Hopefully the mail service would be available soon. Even if all of her letters could be potentially intercepted, and she could not receive replies, Elenora still found sending them comforting. As the campus bloomed into view, Elenora imagined the half-dozen hands that her letters would have to pass through before reaching the eyes of her mamma and papa.

andthat'swhatmakesmylifesofuckingfantastic.

okay, so this application
is a fusion of our old one and an
application made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !?
of blank pages. don't steal, cause
that's RUDE. lyrics go
to A BUNCH OF PEOPLE,
but they're not ours. and, lastly,
don't stretch the board.
it's NOT COOL.

[edward adam guildenstern]

A C C E P T E D !

your post will now be moved to the accepted applications board. : )