I dreamt I lost all of my faith

And you still prayed for me

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Full Name: Elise Katherine Fletcher

Nickname(s): Lise. Julie (her grandma calls her that)

Age: 21

Birthdate: September 24th

Aesthetics: Soft pastel cardigans, baby blue converse, the smell of blooming gardenias, combat boots paired with tights, scriptures with worn bindings, warm chocolate chip cookies, and oldies softly playing in the background.

tw: dementia, drunk driving/car accident, death

Zodiac: Virgo.

Sexuality: Hetrosexual

Occupation: Part time florist

Traits: Pious, Empathetic, Judgmental, Fervid.

Elise was born at 6:30 in the morning, after three hours of pushing and 30 hours of labor. When she was born she didn’t cry, scaring everyone in the room. But she was perfectly healthy and happy. She actually a fairly calm baby. When she wasn’t sleeping, she was smiling. And the light of her mother, Julie’s, life.

Elise’s father was around for about three months after she was born, then stopped coming around. Julie never saw a check nor did she want one. They were better off without him. But being a single mother took it’s tole on Julie who already struggled with alcohol and drugs, so Kathrine, Julie’s mother allowed her daughter to move back into the house in order to help with her granddaughter. After all her husband passed away from cancer in 1995, and having the house all to herself was lonesome.

For the most part, Elise’s childhood was good. Julie had her problems but Kathrine did her best to keep them from Elise. Unfortunately not everything could be wept under the rug.

When Elise was nine, Julie had spent another payday at the bar. It was a common occurrence, only this time, instead of going home with a random guy at the bar, Julie needed to head home. It was Elise’s birthday on Saturday, so she wanted her daughter to be able to wake up with her mother there. But it was not to be. Getting behind the wheel, Julie was far too drunk to drive and ended up getting into a fatal crash just blocks from home. The only good thing about it, Julie was the only casualty.

After the death of her mother, Katherine was the only thing that Elise had. No father, no siblings, not even any aunts and uncles. It was just Elise and her grandma. Then about five years ago, when Katherine was diagnosed with degenerative dementia. The changes came slow at first, but after four years it was clear Kathrine’s health was on it’s way down hill. Unable to bring herself to put the only person who’d been there for her, always, in a home the young girl boxed away her dreams of going to college and getting out away.

Now, Elise is struggling like hell to keep everything afloat. Katherine’s social security checks aren’t cutting it anymore and they’ve exhausted all the savings Katherine and her husband had built up. Including the small nest egg for Elise’s college fund.

Elise was raised LDS and is very dedicated to the church.

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We Never Go Out Of Style: Task #2

Elise’s style is very vintage. Even though she was born in 97, Elise loves everything about the 90′s and refuses to let it die. Baby floral patterns, scrunchies, sundresses, crop tops, cardigans, linen skirts, and mom jeans. She wears minimal makeup and when she does wear some it’s very natural looking. Neutral colors, peach blush, nude lip. As for her shoes, she’s mainly in converse, vans, or combat boots. And seeing as she doesn't have her ears pierced yet, she just wears a simple delicate necklace and her wedding set.

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TASK 003: HOME

There was a time, I used to look into my father's eyes in a happy home.

Hailing from a sleepy little suburb outside of Philadelphia, Elise grew up in a nice but small house. Being the only child it was more then enough. There was a tiny back yard where her mom kept a garden filled with all sorts of vegetables. Being in the Latter Day Saints church one of the things they preach is sustainability, so every fall Elise grew up with her mom canning and pickling the last few harvests of the year. Though she was close with her mother, Elise was the biggest daddy’s girl you could imagine. Every scraped knee wouldn’t get better without his kiss. He fought every monster that lurked under her bed and in her closet. She’d been carried to her room after falling sleep in the car countless times. In her eyes, the only man who was more perfect then Daniel was God, and when she got married she imagined she’d marry a man just a perfect and righteous as him.

Elise hasn’t been in a place that’s felt like home in over five years. Not only did she loose the house she grew up in when her mother’s affair was found out, but she also lost her favorite person in the world. Her dad. Though her biological father tried to fill the hole Daniel left, no one has been able to. The closest place that feels like home now a days is church, the temple in LA, and the couch when she reads her scriptures.