LLEWELLYN, florence evelina

Full name: Florence Evelina Llewellyn
Age and D.O.B.: Twenty-two, April 2nd 1991
Sexual orientation: Straight
Occupation: Daycare Provider
Member group: Local

Face claim: Emily Vancamp
Distinguishing features: Stands at 5 foot 10 inches, and she's not afraid to wear heels. Dark blonde hair, that curls somewhat. Dark brown eyes that are usually polished with eye makeup. An almost perfectly straight and white teeth, thanks to years of braces as a child, that led to a beaming smile.

Likes: Dancing, singing (she won't claim to be good at it), painting, yoga, horseback riding, teaching, painting, little kids, her dogs, her family, hiking, biking, creativity, sketching, and staying busy
Dislikes: having nothing to do, selfish people, when little kids cry, helpless children and animals, people thinking because she's rich she is a stuck up snob or because she has an accent, driving on the "wrong" side of the road, and driving on the wrong side of the car, not keeping busy or just sitting around
Strengths: teaching, painting, people skills, drawing, and working with little kids
Weaknesses: charming men,chivalry,babies, and animals
Fears: never settling down, letting her family down, not fully settling or fitting in, in California
Habits: twirling her hair when she's nervous, being too friendly
Secrets: she only moved to California because of her sisters, she almost married her ex boyfriend without her family's knowledge before she moved

Overall Personality: If you asked Florence's friends or family, they would tell you that she is a sweet young lady who has high hopes and potential. That she is a friend to everyone, that she doesn't have a single enemy. If you ask Flo herself, she would tell you those people are crazy. Sure, she is nice. But, if you want to mess with her family, especially her little sister's you messed with the wrong Brit, she'll kick butt and take names later. She will be the first to admit that she is not perfect. Far from it. But, people look past your flaws when your family has money. Flo would tell you that most of her "play" shirts are stained with pain, charcoal, and pencil markings, she's an artist, what else would you expect. Her family, that's including her pets, are the most important things in her life. Sure, she is a little materialistic, she liked her nice cloths, her car, her house, and all of her other things. But, if you took all of that away from her and she still had her family, then she would be happy. That being said, this is also a huge downfall for her at times. She would do anything for her family. This includes uprooting her whole life and leaving behind amazing friends and a boyfriend, who she had been dating for over two years. She would drop it all for her family. Maybe some people would call that a pushover, she might call herself that at times also, but she doesn't like to think that. She likes to think of herself as a strong independent woman, who has her own mind and controls her own life. Maybe some of that is true, but at times she lets other people decide for her, even if she doesn't want them too. She loves little kids, she can thank her sisters for that, which is why she went into teaching. This brit might seem prim and proper, but she liked to do silly things, she's not afraid to get dirty and she doesn't care who see's her flaws. She tried not to take life so seriously but at times she really needs to step back and focus herself. To tell herself that no matter what it will be okay in the end. She likes to be healthy, she runs every morning with Molly, the dog her boyfriend had gotten for her when she was a puppy of course. She has been known to lose her self control for a pint of ice cream or a chocolate bar. But, most of the time she is pretty good about it. She likes her wine, good wine, not the kind in a box. She has a very nice and fully stocked small wine cabinet. She loves to curl up at night with a good book and a nice glass of wine. Yes, she knows she's twenty-two but sometimes she forgets that it's okay that she does things like going to a pub or out for the night. She might be cool and level headed on the surface at times, but the crazy has a hard time staying contained. She likes change, controlled change... but she hates unexpected change.

Mother: Grace Llewellyn
Father: Alan Llewellyn
Siblings: Francesca and Mallory Llewellyn
Other: n/a
Pets: Bruno & Duke Molly Zoe

Overall History: The Llewellyn family was a rich but kind family, the young family however wanted to grow, and nice months later they had a beautiful baby girl. Florence is the oldest and first born of the Llewellyn family. Flo grew up a sweet and little girl, her parents wanting the best for her. Music, arts, literature, and languages were every important her parents. By the time she was two they welcomed another daughter into the world. Even at the age of two, Flo to an instant charm to being an older sister. She always wanted to help with the baby. By the time she was five, they welcomed another daughter. They explained to her that mummy and daddy didn't grow this baby, but she was just as much a sister to her as Fran was. They did tell her that she was adopted, but she wouldn't have understood very well if they had. The three girls grew up happily despite the age differences. Somehow they managed to manage their differences, to help each other with their homework, friendship issues, even in family arguments one could always find comfort in another. They joined clubs and joined after school clubs, they were always popular, though it was often because of their parents’ money. They had each other and were always relatively close; despite the adoption.

Florence was always popular in school, she seemed fearless to talk to strangers which terrified their parents most of the time. She would walk up to anyone and talk to them. She was a well rounded child enrolled in piano lessons, riding lessons, and dance classes. She liked art; going to the museums when she could talk her parents into taking her. She has always been there for her younger sisters, always going through something before them, so she always tried to help them through it. Teasing from school kids, first dates, crushes, breakups, and of course homework. She loves her younger sisters and wouldn't know what to do without them.

When it was time for Flo to go off to college, she was a little sad that she wouldn't be able to be in school with her sisters. Then it was time for university and she was excited to meet new people, experience new things, and further her education. She majored in Art Education and Early Childhood Development. But, before she could finish with her education her father's company decided they needed to move him to Newport as more of the sales were on the West Coast of America, it was worth a huge amount of money. Neither of her parents were very pleased. After much deliberation and a few very large arguments they convinced Flo to move with to America, after she finish her last semester of university. She followed her family after she graduated with her degree. She decided once she moved that she would wait a little while to get into teaching, since she would need to get certified to teach in California. Three months since the move and Florence is still getting used to life here in Newport; she has her own small house with the help of her parents and has a nice daycare operation to help support herself. Life in Newport is nothing like Chichester and she misses her friends back in Chichester.

Walking down the side walk Isabella’s mind was going nowhere; not where it should be going at least. She was going to dips and spins, when and where to do her pirouettes. The chatter of the handsome man that walked with her meant nothing. She tried to keep her distance from any man, well any man that could have potential. This one, his name was Daniel, he had been her dance partner since she started Juilliard, they were both set to graduate at the end of May, he was the only guy of the twelve that got in when she did that was taller than her and he was strong and muscular to be able to lift her when need be. There were many girls in their classes that swooned for him and they called her crazy because she hadn’t made a move on him since she started dancing with him. She couldn’t let him get tangled into her life like that, he had no clue about who her family was and what they did for a living. It wasn’t like he hadn’t brought it up either, several times, and in May he would be leaving with a dance company that would travel around the world performing, he had begged several times for her to come with him, that they were too much of a perfect team to stop now.

It’s almost a daily occurrence now, even though they still had a few weeks left of break, they were planning the end of year recital. The two of them had been picked as the two seniors to choreograph the ballet recital. That’s where they were coming from now, they wanted to have it planned out and perfect before classes started again. They were close but not close enough, not for Daniel’s liking. All of the dance students had to perform; they got to choose which one to do though; ballet, tap, or contemporary. And Daniel was slowly becoming a big pain in her side with the closer they got. They had just gotten done with a four hour practice. Bella desperately needed coffee and to get away from the man that walked easily next to her, he tried a few times to grasp her hand but she carefully stuffed her mitted hands into her coat pocket. As they neared her beloved coffee shop she slowed her pace. He was trying to convince her to let him walk her home for once, but she knew better, plus she also knew for a fact that he lives twelve blocks in the other direction, he simply went out of his way. It was sweet, but she couldn’t allow it. ”It’s alright Daniel.. I wanted to get some coffee… I’m .. meeting my brothers for lunch here in a few minutes.. I don’t think you want to confront them about anything, they can be quite.. Aggressive.” She said with a smile. But she knew it was all the same. She was sure her brothers could easily kill someone without it ever leading back to them or they could simply get someone to take him out. It was all a lie anyways; her brothers would never meet at a coffee shop, not like this at least. It was the easiest way to get him to accept another failed attempt. She gave him a smile ”I’ll see you tomorrow bright and early.” She said softly, seeing the pathetic look on his face. She leaned in and gave his cheek a friendly soft kiss before she walked into the welcoming coffee shop.

She loved the place; she had been coming here for as long as she could remember and the baristas now knew her, her orders, and somehow knew what she wanted now hat days without her even knowing. She gave the small blonde girl a smile when she saw her holding a cup off out to her. ”I don’t know how you do it.. I desperately need this coffee and you Annie are my hero.” She said with a small playful smile as she paid for the coffee and at the last second decided on a blueberry muffin that was three times bigger than her fist. The girl gave her a look ”Aren’t you in training? She questioned. Bella smiled at her with a small laugh. ”Yes.. but I swear he’s been dancing me to my bones, my feet are literally going raw, that hasn’t happened I years…we just practiced for four hours and we’re going to be doing that until classes start again.” she said with a small laugh. Most of them knew about Daniel, since he followed her around like a lost puppy dog and there were times she had to force him to leave her alone, today was just one of those lucky days when he seemed to give up for the day and walk away instead of torturing both of them. She moved to a window seat, one she would sit in when she didn’t have a book to read. She stripped off her jacket and laid it on the back of the chair. The chair was deep and comfy, her legs curling under her and sinks in to it sipping the hot beverage. Even if it sounded weird, she liked to sit here and people watch. She always wondered if there was anyone out there that had an even more screwed up life than she had.

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