Elena's story starts off in beautiful seaside Costa Del Sol. Palm trees, cool breezes, tropical drinks and beautiful girls. The sunrises and sunsets were always spectacular and the ocean waters always clear and sparkling. Like a princess Elenora Rose Johanson was raised, never a finger did she have to lift, for everything was always done for her. She had every boy she wanted to play with at her fingertips and every girl wanted to be her friend. She was a ballerina, a pianist, a cheerleader, a swimmer, an A+ student, her school's star volleyball player. Her life was perfect on the outside, but remember: however beautiful the reflection, mirrors shatter.
Her homelife was the opposite of what her friends saw everyday, if she could ever call anyone friend in the first place. She learned early to bite her lip and close her eyes to the pain. She hated her father for what he had done to their family. The first time she had been seven, and walked into the room her and her eight year old brother Rufus shared. Her father had been doing something horrible and unseen to him, she could hear his sobs and pleas to stop. When she had tried to back out of the room her father stopped and grabbed her, pinning her to the floor and ripping her clothes off. He took her childhood away that night. She prayed that night for the first time that she die. Waking in the morning under the bed, curled up in her older brothers protective arms, she prayed that she would be taken away. One week later her father was elected president of Midgar. Six months later her mother filed for a divorce. One year later her father filed custody of young Rufus and won. Four years later her mother died from a drug overdose. She got her wish. She was taken away from the life she hated, though she lost everything she had also loved. She went on with life and did her best to cover up the pain, the hate, and did her best to be the best. And she was... She was perfect.
Being a child of the coast, Elena loved the ocean and spent most of her time after school partying at the beach. The night she first saw the redheaded boy at her grandfather's bar, she knew there was something special about him. He had a presence surrounding him that made her feel... different. She wasn't sure what. She watched as he came in every night, six sharp, to buy his drinks then wander off to crash someones party. He interested her. He ignored her, every night. Still, she stayed where she could watch him, waiting. One night he finally did notice her, either that or he had become bored with her stalking him, and he asked her to drink with him. Of course, that's all she ever really did, so this was fine. She drank with him. She danced with him. She followed him to the caves where he said he had been staying. She took him to her grandparents house where she lived, and let him sleep with her in her bed... among many other things they did that night. She watched him leave in the morning, begging him to stay. She never got his name, she realized, and came to a conclusion. Not only did she like him, she wanted him, all to herself. She was going to... Where did he say he was headed? Midgar.