"All the forces on this world, will never beat that of a mother's love.”

Character Name: Eleanora “Elly” Joan Bradac

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Physical Appearance: Hair which is so dark it is almost black, falls just above her shoulder. It curls at the end slightly and often she wonders if she would have ringlets if she cut it shorter. But she would never dare to find out.

She is short, only 5,3 with a rounded figure. Eleanora does not class herself among those who are physically fit however she remains quietly confident about how her body appears. But she loves her eyes. They are brown as her hair but if you look closely you may see flecks of green. It sparkles sometimes in the correct light and she will never admit to taking photos in that light. But she does sometimes. Never showing any to anyone but her husband. They often giggle over them late at night.

Personality: She is soft and sweet, speaking in a hushed tone for the most time. Never raising her voice in any situation. Loving classical music, you will find her curled up in a little nook of her home, reading a Jane Eyre book. She will take the sounds of a fireplace or rain on the roof over pop music or rock.

The world is a strange place for her, only caring about her home life. One could call her the perfect housewife as she loves to cook and clean. Her husband does the work around the house and she will force him to use his tools to create for her new shelving.

Catching her singing in the shower is an experience, the only time her voice will rise in noise for a period of time. She loves to have the simple things in life and rejoices in early rising and cups of tea.

Past: There is nothing hidden within her past. No secrets or skeletons in the closet. Simple and innocent is her past, a loving family with a warm home and enough money. A mother who loved her. a father who raised her right. A sister who adored her. A brother who tolerated her. 

She went to school, met the love of her life, finished school and was married. There were no issues from marrying young; they even brought a house to live in. Everything was perfect. And then Eleanora got pregnant. It was his, she loved only the one man but as the child grew strong, she grew weak. That was the problem. She lost weight, didn’t eat, hardly slept. Cracks showed. He wanted “it” gone. Eleanora wanted the little girl inside her to stay. They fought and she threw him out of the hospital room.

When she couldn’t sleep, she would sing to the little child inside her. Talking to her about how wonderful her life was going to be. Never really naming it, she always called it her Little Elly.

Eleanora kept it. Before she could never hold the child, she was gone.

Reason to Live: She never got to hold her child.