The Blue Sylph
11-07-13, 06:54 PM
Name: Ellen Brown
Age: 17
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Vivid Green
Height: 157 cm
Weight: 50 kg
Occupation: Former Slave
Personality: Ellen is an introverted and thoughtful person, one more likely to think than to feel. Which isn't to mean that she has no emotions, they just don't tend to show up outwardly unless she allows herself such a luxury. She is highly observant and insightful, able to pick up on little cues on people's behavior and notice small details with great ease. She is quite hardworking, able to ignore her own pain or tiredness to keep doing a task until she succeeds at it. At the moment, one of Ellen's greatest talents is to pick up on people's likes and modify her demeanor and behavior to better match the expectations and tastes of the people before her. While it takes a conscious effort to play up this effect to the fullest, after spending many years suppressing her own self in order to appeal to everyone around her has ingrained this habit deeply within her subconscious so that even when she tries to avoid it Ellen's body language will change in slight ways to try and match the likes of whoever holds her attention at the moment. As for her own wants and desires... at the moment they are like an animal that has spent years trapped in a cage whose doors have just suddenly opened. Ellen is unused to thinking about what she wants at the moment and expressing those desires... even to carry herself with an air and personality that are her own instead of those expected by the people around her. Still, even if suppressed she can certainly feel and be affected by the emotions raging within her... she just doesn't let them move her beyond what her reason dictates. Strongest of these emotions was the hatred she felt for the man who was her owner. This hate drove her to discover how, somewhere along the way, she lost any and all reservations about committing murder in cold blood, doing the act without the slightest hesitation or disgust. Ellen suspects that at some point in her life something important broke within her and that she may be insane... however, she doesn't dwell in the possibility too much so long as she can function properly. Finally, the young woman has lived her last years in some measure of luxury and comfort... and once used to something good, she has a small yearning for such delights. Expensive treats, the feel of soft fabrics on her skin, warm baths and the like are powerful temptations for the young woman.
Appearance: Ellen is a young woman, standing at 157 cm tall and weighing 50 kg. A slender thing of clear Urodinan heritage, she has dark brown hair which currently reaches down to her waist. Her facial structure is pretty and symmetrical though kind of common and lacking by itself in any outstanding features except for her eyes. These are her most remarkable physical feature, with them being big and of a vivid green color. Aside from such eyes, her appearance is unremarkable enough to not leave too much of a lasting impression. Her body is in quite good physical condition, better than one may guess from her slender build and short stature. In her adulthood she has only light curves to her figure which, while clearly feminine, can easily be hidden with the appropriate clothes without too much effort.
History: Ellen's origins are as humble as they can be. A young Urodin girl, she was born the eldest daughter to a couple of river land peasants from South Salvar. She was a pretty but common little thing whose most interesting feature were her bright, green eyes. She led the life any peasant girl would have, always close to home to help her beloved parents deal with her little brothers and sisters. A simple but good life, idyllic in appearance though hiding a dark secret in the talks deep at night her father and mother had. For her father had taken quite a few loans to be able to sustain their home and numerous offspring, always wishing for a little more to brag with their neighbors. As always it is with loans, they are easy for a simple man to forget... until the moment comes to collect. Hounded by wicked looking men, Ellen's father despaired in fear of losing the good life he had known so far... and such dread eventually drove him to device a dark solution to all his problems. He would sell his own offspring in order to pay off his debts and maintain his vain lifestyle.
And so, Ellen was handed over by her own father to be sold into slavery to the Vogruk - Stakes Trading Company, at the tender age of 7. The image of her beloved father unable to even look in her direction as he retired from the place of the deal, his purse full of coin, is one that she would never forgive... and that to this day twists a knife into her heart. Even to the collected and introspective youth it took a couple of weeks until she realized the extend of her father's betrayal... for her to realize how her entire world had been torn to pieces. It wasn't until she was made to stand in a private auction in the capital, clad in a small white tunic as men and women of wealth inspected her like furniture or an animal that something cracked within her heart and mind... while tears flowed from her deep, green eyes.
That very day she was sold to the house of a rich merchant called Angnar, to serve as a household slave and worker. The first months of her new life were pure hell as she tried to clumsily escape back to her home, as Ellen spent most of her days and nights sobbing and crying. She was clumsy and disobedient and most of all, she didn't know how to perform most of the tasks laid to her. And for all of this she was hit, slapped and beaten to tame her spirit and teach the young Urodin girl her place.
In the aftermath of one of these punishments, as she lay sore and in pain she stopped her sobbing, hugging her knees to body and came to a resolution.
From that day onwards, Ellen became the perfect slave. She didn't cry over her condition ever again, did not mention her parents or her siblings and did all of her tasks diligently and to the very best of her abilities. She did her very best to please and her demeanor charmed all of those who interacted with her. This drastic change was brought upon deliberately by the young girl, a work of the mind taking over for a bruised heart. For Ellen was always a smart and introspective girl, one who thought before she acted, with a patience and insight unusual for a child her age. The first months of her captivity were counter to her own nature, a long drawn out lament coming from her heart due to the depths of the betrayal brought on by her father. It wasn't until she had grown sore from her pain that she could recover her wits... and decide to kill her own sense of 'self'. Her desires, her emotions, her pain, her dreams, even her personality and heart she shut down deep within her. And with her keen green eyes she saw the world around her in a new manner.
She became the perfect slave because she didn't care how tired or hungry she was, she didn't care how doing a task may hurt her. But more than anything because she could 'see'. She kept track of everyone and everything around her... the state of the manor and, more importantly, the state of those living within. She learned the heart and likes of everyone around her and depending on who she was to deal with she molded herself. Ellen was clumsy at first, but as the years passed it came on easier and easier to her... to become someone else. Sweet and simple to the cocky guard, gossipy and full of inner fire to the kitchen mistress, hardworking and formal with the elderly taskmaster, the young slave pulled on their emotions and learned how to push all their buttons to survive, to thrive under the watchful eyes of those who owned her destiny.
Eventually, she caught the eye of her Master Angnar. To him she dedicated near all her attention... growing out her hair when she noticed how his eyes lingered on the long haired girls in the streets, rubbing the aroma of the local lilies when she was called to his presence for this was his favorite essence, acting sweet, respectful, dutiful and in worship of the man who owned her. It wasn't many years until she became his favorite slave... and by the time she was seventeen he actively spoiled her with imported treats and work clothes made of soft fabrics from lands beyond. It was around this time that she had grown old enough for the rich merchant to start looking at her with different, much more worrisome eyes. He planned to mold her into his concubine, maybe even his pretty young wife as in his eyes she was the perfect and most devoted woman he had ever known.
Thus, when Agnar the Merchant reached the afterlife, he couldn't begin to fathom just what happened to him. It was a day like any other when Ellen stood before him, shaving his beard with a steady hand and tender care. That is, until the very instant her mind laid before her a path to freedom. For the young slave's eyes were always taking in everything around her... her inquisitive mind storing rigorously every bit of data into the depths of her brain. And she knew that today as new cargo arrived the guards would all be concentrated on the main entrance, that Allerie the mistress of the kitchen was sick with a terrible cold and away from her post and that Alph the new guard always left the back entrance to the manor unlocked to go rendezvous with his beloved without letting the old lock wake everyone up at night.
And so, Ellen stood before her owner with a sharp razor to his neck... the man confident and relaxed as she worked dutifully and meekly as she always did. And in that moment when she knew she could get away with it, with a steady and unwavering hand as always she slit his throat, deep and suddenly to kill him in a heartbeat. For the sweet slave Ellen was nothing more than a mask... a front she used for years and years to survive. She had denied her heart, but at this moment of truth and possibility it spoke loud and clear. Ellen hated this man and her life as his slave with a strength that few could muster. It didn't show in her eyes or in her expression. As the introvert that she is, her rage and hate wasn't hot and explosive... instead it was a cold hearted and patient beast.
Ellen only looked into his dead eyes for a couple of minutes before she moved. Washing her hands of his blood she left the razor in its proper place before she put on her fine reddish brown cloak, the one Agnar had recently gifted her, and then made her way down the manor, greeting with a smile her fellow slaves and workers. The young woman only paused at the kitchen to gather as much kindling as she could to start what would become a massive fire before she walked right out of the backdoor of the manor into the streets of Knife's Edge.
Skills:
Prodigal Mind: Ellen is a smart girl with quite a good memory. Had she been born in different circumstances she may have made an excellent scholar. This skill allows her to retain and process information within her head with a lot more ease than normal people. She can quite easily do mathematical calculations in her head and if she makes a note to remember something, she can commit it to memory for months without forgetting about it.
Ellen's Green Eyes: This young woman has always treasured her eyes above any of her other features. The same eyes that once made her a moderately popular child in her home village now look at the world with a greater than usual attention to detail. Besides granting her great eyesight, Ellen's is adept at noticing little details in everything she sees.
Closed Heart: Ellen's emotions are a tightly controlled thing lying deep within her. Ellen is not easily shaken or disturbed and while she does feel her emotions she seldom acts on them without approval of her head.
Servant Skills: Skills picked up during her life at a household. Ellen is quite adept at cooking, sewing, cleaning, doing laundry, hauling loads among other domestic duties. She also knows quite a bit of manners and courtesies from serving and observing rich merchants and minor nobility.
Abilities:
A Slave's Condition: Being given task after grueling task for a decade has strengthened the young woman and made her more agile than first impressions would suggest. She is in quite good physical condition and health and able to resist more pain than one would expect. Her strength is what one may find in a fit young man instead of the thin, short girl that she is and she is faster on her feet and more dexterous than such a man would be.
A Gift for Performing: Ellen makes quite a good actress, as keeping a close lid on her true emotions gives her plenty of room to display fake ones. For years the young slave has learned how to act in manners besides what she feels and has become quite adept at summoning whatever expression or emotion she needs at the moment.
A Nature to Appeal: Ellen's mechanism of survival. An extension on her acting gift and her keen eyes, she's quite adept at noticing little cues on people's behavior and picking up their likes and expectations. With that information she changes her way of acting and body language to whatever may be more favorable while interacting with a given person.
Equipment:
Soft leather boots.
Green working dress.
Fine Reddish Brown Cloak with a hood.
Silver Brooch for the Cloak.
A strip of leather used as a hair tie.
Age: 17
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Vivid Green
Height: 157 cm
Weight: 50 kg
Occupation: Former Slave
Personality: Ellen is an introverted and thoughtful person, one more likely to think than to feel. Which isn't to mean that she has no emotions, they just don't tend to show up outwardly unless she allows herself such a luxury. She is highly observant and insightful, able to pick up on little cues on people's behavior and notice small details with great ease. She is quite hardworking, able to ignore her own pain or tiredness to keep doing a task until she succeeds at it. At the moment, one of Ellen's greatest talents is to pick up on people's likes and modify her demeanor and behavior to better match the expectations and tastes of the people before her. While it takes a conscious effort to play up this effect to the fullest, after spending many years suppressing her own self in order to appeal to everyone around her has ingrained this habit deeply within her subconscious so that even when she tries to avoid it Ellen's body language will change in slight ways to try and match the likes of whoever holds her attention at the moment. As for her own wants and desires... at the moment they are like an animal that has spent years trapped in a cage whose doors have just suddenly opened. Ellen is unused to thinking about what she wants at the moment and expressing those desires... even to carry herself with an air and personality that are her own instead of those expected by the people around her. Still, even if suppressed she can certainly feel and be affected by the emotions raging within her... she just doesn't let them move her beyond what her reason dictates. Strongest of these emotions was the hatred she felt for the man who was her owner. This hate drove her to discover how, somewhere along the way, she lost any and all reservations about committing murder in cold blood, doing the act without the slightest hesitation or disgust. Ellen suspects that at some point in her life something important broke within her and that she may be insane... however, she doesn't dwell in the possibility too much so long as she can function properly. Finally, the young woman has lived her last years in some measure of luxury and comfort... and once used to something good, she has a small yearning for such delights. Expensive treats, the feel of soft fabrics on her skin, warm baths and the like are powerful temptations for the young woman.
Appearance: Ellen is a young woman, standing at 157 cm tall and weighing 50 kg. A slender thing of clear Urodinan heritage, she has dark brown hair which currently reaches down to her waist. Her facial structure is pretty and symmetrical though kind of common and lacking by itself in any outstanding features except for her eyes. These are her most remarkable physical feature, with them being big and of a vivid green color. Aside from such eyes, her appearance is unremarkable enough to not leave too much of a lasting impression. Her body is in quite good physical condition, better than one may guess from her slender build and short stature. In her adulthood she has only light curves to her figure which, while clearly feminine, can easily be hidden with the appropriate clothes without too much effort.
History: Ellen's origins are as humble as they can be. A young Urodin girl, she was born the eldest daughter to a couple of river land peasants from South Salvar. She was a pretty but common little thing whose most interesting feature were her bright, green eyes. She led the life any peasant girl would have, always close to home to help her beloved parents deal with her little brothers and sisters. A simple but good life, idyllic in appearance though hiding a dark secret in the talks deep at night her father and mother had. For her father had taken quite a few loans to be able to sustain their home and numerous offspring, always wishing for a little more to brag with their neighbors. As always it is with loans, they are easy for a simple man to forget... until the moment comes to collect. Hounded by wicked looking men, Ellen's father despaired in fear of losing the good life he had known so far... and such dread eventually drove him to device a dark solution to all his problems. He would sell his own offspring in order to pay off his debts and maintain his vain lifestyle.
And so, Ellen was handed over by her own father to be sold into slavery to the Vogruk - Stakes Trading Company, at the tender age of 7. The image of her beloved father unable to even look in her direction as he retired from the place of the deal, his purse full of coin, is one that she would never forgive... and that to this day twists a knife into her heart. Even to the collected and introspective youth it took a couple of weeks until she realized the extend of her father's betrayal... for her to realize how her entire world had been torn to pieces. It wasn't until she was made to stand in a private auction in the capital, clad in a small white tunic as men and women of wealth inspected her like furniture or an animal that something cracked within her heart and mind... while tears flowed from her deep, green eyes.
That very day she was sold to the house of a rich merchant called Angnar, to serve as a household slave and worker. The first months of her new life were pure hell as she tried to clumsily escape back to her home, as Ellen spent most of her days and nights sobbing and crying. She was clumsy and disobedient and most of all, she didn't know how to perform most of the tasks laid to her. And for all of this she was hit, slapped and beaten to tame her spirit and teach the young Urodin girl her place.
In the aftermath of one of these punishments, as she lay sore and in pain she stopped her sobbing, hugging her knees to body and came to a resolution.
From that day onwards, Ellen became the perfect slave. She didn't cry over her condition ever again, did not mention her parents or her siblings and did all of her tasks diligently and to the very best of her abilities. She did her very best to please and her demeanor charmed all of those who interacted with her. This drastic change was brought upon deliberately by the young girl, a work of the mind taking over for a bruised heart. For Ellen was always a smart and introspective girl, one who thought before she acted, with a patience and insight unusual for a child her age. The first months of her captivity were counter to her own nature, a long drawn out lament coming from her heart due to the depths of the betrayal brought on by her father. It wasn't until she had grown sore from her pain that she could recover her wits... and decide to kill her own sense of 'self'. Her desires, her emotions, her pain, her dreams, even her personality and heart she shut down deep within her. And with her keen green eyes she saw the world around her in a new manner.
She became the perfect slave because she didn't care how tired or hungry she was, she didn't care how doing a task may hurt her. But more than anything because she could 'see'. She kept track of everyone and everything around her... the state of the manor and, more importantly, the state of those living within. She learned the heart and likes of everyone around her and depending on who she was to deal with she molded herself. Ellen was clumsy at first, but as the years passed it came on easier and easier to her... to become someone else. Sweet and simple to the cocky guard, gossipy and full of inner fire to the kitchen mistress, hardworking and formal with the elderly taskmaster, the young slave pulled on their emotions and learned how to push all their buttons to survive, to thrive under the watchful eyes of those who owned her destiny.
Eventually, she caught the eye of her Master Angnar. To him she dedicated near all her attention... growing out her hair when she noticed how his eyes lingered on the long haired girls in the streets, rubbing the aroma of the local lilies when she was called to his presence for this was his favorite essence, acting sweet, respectful, dutiful and in worship of the man who owned her. It wasn't many years until she became his favorite slave... and by the time she was seventeen he actively spoiled her with imported treats and work clothes made of soft fabrics from lands beyond. It was around this time that she had grown old enough for the rich merchant to start looking at her with different, much more worrisome eyes. He planned to mold her into his concubine, maybe even his pretty young wife as in his eyes she was the perfect and most devoted woman he had ever known.
Thus, when Agnar the Merchant reached the afterlife, he couldn't begin to fathom just what happened to him. It was a day like any other when Ellen stood before him, shaving his beard with a steady hand and tender care. That is, until the very instant her mind laid before her a path to freedom. For the young slave's eyes were always taking in everything around her... her inquisitive mind storing rigorously every bit of data into the depths of her brain. And she knew that today as new cargo arrived the guards would all be concentrated on the main entrance, that Allerie the mistress of the kitchen was sick with a terrible cold and away from her post and that Alph the new guard always left the back entrance to the manor unlocked to go rendezvous with his beloved without letting the old lock wake everyone up at night.
And so, Ellen stood before her owner with a sharp razor to his neck... the man confident and relaxed as she worked dutifully and meekly as she always did. And in that moment when she knew she could get away with it, with a steady and unwavering hand as always she slit his throat, deep and suddenly to kill him in a heartbeat. For the sweet slave Ellen was nothing more than a mask... a front she used for years and years to survive. She had denied her heart, but at this moment of truth and possibility it spoke loud and clear. Ellen hated this man and her life as his slave with a strength that few could muster. It didn't show in her eyes or in her expression. As the introvert that she is, her rage and hate wasn't hot and explosive... instead it was a cold hearted and patient beast.
Ellen only looked into his dead eyes for a couple of minutes before she moved. Washing her hands of his blood she left the razor in its proper place before she put on her fine reddish brown cloak, the one Agnar had recently gifted her, and then made her way down the manor, greeting with a smile her fellow slaves and workers. The young woman only paused at the kitchen to gather as much kindling as she could to start what would become a massive fire before she walked right out of the backdoor of the manor into the streets of Knife's Edge.
Skills:
Prodigal Mind: Ellen is a smart girl with quite a good memory. Had she been born in different circumstances she may have made an excellent scholar. This skill allows her to retain and process information within her head with a lot more ease than normal people. She can quite easily do mathematical calculations in her head and if she makes a note to remember something, she can commit it to memory for months without forgetting about it.
Ellen's Green Eyes: This young woman has always treasured her eyes above any of her other features. The same eyes that once made her a moderately popular child in her home village now look at the world with a greater than usual attention to detail. Besides granting her great eyesight, Ellen's is adept at noticing little details in everything she sees.
Closed Heart: Ellen's emotions are a tightly controlled thing lying deep within her. Ellen is not easily shaken or disturbed and while she does feel her emotions she seldom acts on them without approval of her head.
Servant Skills: Skills picked up during her life at a household. Ellen is quite adept at cooking, sewing, cleaning, doing laundry, hauling loads among other domestic duties. She also knows quite a bit of manners and courtesies from serving and observing rich merchants and minor nobility.
Abilities:
A Slave's Condition: Being given task after grueling task for a decade has strengthened the young woman and made her more agile than first impressions would suggest. She is in quite good physical condition and health and able to resist more pain than one would expect. Her strength is what one may find in a fit young man instead of the thin, short girl that she is and she is faster on her feet and more dexterous than such a man would be.
A Gift for Performing: Ellen makes quite a good actress, as keeping a close lid on her true emotions gives her plenty of room to display fake ones. For years the young slave has learned how to act in manners besides what she feels and has become quite adept at summoning whatever expression or emotion she needs at the moment.
A Nature to Appeal: Ellen's mechanism of survival. An extension on her acting gift and her keen eyes, she's quite adept at noticing little cues on people's behavior and picking up their likes and expectations. With that information she changes her way of acting and body language to whatever may be more favorable while interacting with a given person.
Equipment:
Soft leather boots.
Green working dress.
Fine Reddish Brown Cloak with a hood.
Silver Brooch for the Cloak.
A strip of leather used as a hair tie.