Name: Eloise Dougherty Age: 31 Birthday: August 31st Gender: cisfemale Pronouns: she/her Sexuality: pansexual Species: witch Occupation: casual staff at Twilight Apocathecary Neighborhood: Sycamore Heights Face Claim: Elizabeth Olsen
Positive Traits: +Self-reliant, +generous, +observant Negative Traits: -Obsessive, -unstable, -erratic
Biography:Â
         (tws: extreme mental health problems, suicide mention)
Eloise didnât have an idealistic childhood, with her father in and out of the pictures, a mother who wasnât super interested in raising her. For a while, she found solace in school, where she made friends, had some stability, pretended like she had a semi-normal life.
However, that fell apart when she entered her late teens, when troubling symptoms began arising. She couldnât hold onto her relationships any more, her behaviours became more dramatic, impulsive and even self-destructive. Feelings of worthlessness and anger that sheâd always had just beneath the surface werenât as easily pushed down any more, bubbling to the surface in ways she couldnât control. Despite a recommendation from the school psychologist to seek the help of a psychiatrist for a diagnosis of borderline personality disorder, Elle wasnât in the position to do so, still a minor with a mother who didnât approve so such things, nor wanted to waste money on them.
Barely graduating, Elle was all too happy to leave home, taking jobs where she could get them, though she rarely lasted anywhere for long. She got by selling her magic where she could, making questionable things for whoever requested them, having little regard for how they were used. She got hooked on being a feeder for vampires, taking a fix wherever she could get it, and often took things too far, ending up in hospital on several occasions.
It was someone from her high school who finally found Elle, finally recognised what was going on with her, and made her seek help. Medications helped a bit, and she was able to mellow herself out a bit, find a job and actually keep it. It was during this time that she met Salim, and he was nice. He was stable. It was foreign to her, a feeling she hadnât felt since she was in high school.
They dated on and off for several years, though it wasnât all smooth sailing, Eloiseâs mental health always a struggle for her. There was a relapse here and there, but for the most part, Elle wanted to get better, wanted to be better.
The pregnancy wasnât expected, and honestly, Elle wasnât sure she was even going to tell Salim about it, tempted to terminate without ever mentioning it to him. But she couldnât do that. And she wouldnât have kept it, except for the fact that she knew he would be a great father. Pregnancy wasnât easy, and the extra hormones made things even harder, but Elle pushed through, for the innocent childâs sake.
On the day of the birth, Salim wasnât there. It all happened so fast, but it traumatised Elle in a way she couldnât put into words. As soon as the baby was taken to the nursery, she ran, leaving nothing but her admission bracelet in the bed.
And then she relapsed. Relapsed hard.
The next year was a blur, but there was underground feeding clubs, some close call hospital visits, and a bunch of stuff that Elle would rather not remember. She went back to selling magic, got in with some bad people, but she thought theyâd take care of her. That, of course, wasnât the case.
It was a mandatory psych hold that finally got her back on her meds, got her stable again for the most part. She started group therapy, which helped, and she talked about her daughter for the first time. A daughter she hadnât seen since the day she was born. Even now, Elle wasnât sure she wanted to be a mother, or would be any good at it. But eventually, Elle decided she wanted to see Sal, wanted to see their daughter.
So she tracked them to Wolford. And saw her daughter for the first time, playing with her father in the park. She was so big. How long had Elle been lost to herself?
She still hasnât had the courage to face either of them, but itâs only a matter of time.















