CHEL'KIRITH. ELLISANDE MORGAINE

[ELLISANDE MORGAINE CHEL'KIRITH]

N A M E Sugar
C O N T A C T S Board PMs or c-box I can also be reached on YIM or AIM. The links are attached to my profile
O T H E R . C H A R A C T E R S None as yet
R A N D O M . F A C T I’m a fanfic writer!

N A M E Ellisande Morgaine Chel’Kirith
N I C K N A M E S Elle or Ellie
A G E 20
B I R T H D A T E May 1
G E N D E R Female
S E X U A L I T Y Hetero
O C C U P A T I O N Formerly an Apprentice Mage
M A G I C ?
Healing
Ellie has the ability to Heal minor to moderate wounds such as cuts, burns, scrapes, and bruises. She cannot fully Heal mortal wounds. The best she could do is stem the flow of blood and reduce it to a moderate to severe wound. Internal injuries are beyond her abilities, she has to actually see the wound to be able to Heal it as it requires her to put her hands directly on it. Another drawback is that she cannot Heal herself. To perform the Healing she draws on her own energy and doing so to herself causes a conundrum and her powers refuse to work at all. Likewise the being receiving the healing must be alive. Her powers have no effect on the dead. Once she has healed a wound the area will still feel painful, but more like a bruise for an hour or so afterwards depending on how intensive the wound was.

It takes a great deal of concentration for her to use her power and since her captivity she has not used it but a handful of times in secret. She does not want anyone who could use it against her to know. Thus it has inevitably become a bit tougher for her to control and she will need time to strengthen it much like an atrophied muscle.

Earth Elemental
Ellie can sense vibrations in the earth around her. It can be generalized out or focused down as she chooses with her level of concentration. Much like singling out a particular voice in a crowded room she can sense footsteps, even narrowing them down to the exact person approaching. It also allows her to sense other things such as animals tunneling underground to even something as small as ants marching if she focuses hard enough. For this power to work to it's full potential Ellie needs to be barefoot and on true ground as opposed to man-made surfaces which can muffle what she gets back. She can also call up the very Earth herself to protect her from attack. When in danger she can call upon the Earth to create a shield that can go as far as to wrap around her much like a cocoon to something as simple as a quick wall to divert a blow. She can use any sort of earthen material such as sand, dirt, gravel, or stone. Refined or mixed materials such as concrete, asphalt, or metal will not work. The shield lasts only as long as she maintains concentration on it, and it does not detach from the ground it was conjured from. Anything that would normally pass through the element it is created from would be merely slowed and only a rock shield would stop something with the power of a bullet. The more blows the shield takes, the more concentration it requires to maintain. With either power she must be in direct contact with the Earth.

With her Seismic sense she can only hear things that touch the ground. If something has not touched the earth she is in essence magically deaf to it's whereabouts. The shield is much the same. She has to be on earth that will respond to the call. The more complex the shield the longer it takes. For example she could call up a simple wall of sand in a second or two, but a solid stone cocoon could take upwards of two minutes to form fully. In that time she cannot lose her concentration or the call will break off and fail. Unfortunately this has also suffered a slight atrophy during her captivity.

ADMIN CLASSIFICATIONS

[/color]
Healing -- Level 2 -- Class C
Earth -- Level 2 -- Class B
[/blockquote]

H E I G H T 5’5
W E I G H T 110
B U I L D Slim yet covered in wiry muscle. She doesn’t pack much power behind her punches, but she can put up one hell of a struggle for as slight as she is thanks to a few fencing lessons when she was younger.
E Y E S Honeyed dark brown
H A I R Long curls that fall to about the middle of her back and when properly cleaned are the hue of fine dark chocolate. She prefers to wear it down when clean, but will pull it up into a knot or tail if she has been denied time to tend to it.
I D E N T I F I E R S She has a few minor scars, one a clean slice across her upper left thigh from a rapier during a fencing bout. The only one that really bothers her is the brand on the back of her right shoulder blade. It marks her as a slave and was purposefully placed over her Mage’s Mark.
A P P E A R A N C E Ellie’s appearance changes depending on her situation. She has learned that if she looks too strong or too weakened and broken it would change who she ended up with while being passed from Master to Master. One could say she has become good at disguise, but the disguise is one she hates. Staying filthy to keep anyone from noting she inherited her mother’s beauty and her father’s regal bearing. Such would likely send her into a much darker ring of slavery and she has no desire to do that.

Rarely does she wear shoes even if sandals are provided as she hates not being connected to the earth. Her clothes depend on the current Master and can range anywhere from a shapeless shift to a specific House requirement down to rags when she is being drug around by the traders. A large metal and leather collar with a ring on the front of it is attached around her neck and has left large chaffed patches of skin and some possible scarring from where it rubs uncomfortably. She has one piece of herself left. An amber pendant she has managed to keep concealed. Mostly she wears it as an anklet and wraps cloth around her ankles to keep it hidden from view. It was her mother’s and was sent along with her in the basket to her father.

L I K E S
~ Jasmine tea
~ The smell after a rain
~ Horseback riding
~ The amber necklace her mother gave her
~ Her studies as a Mage
~ Fish stew
D I S L I K E S
~ Rowdy crowds
~ The smell of burning sage
~ Her collar
~ Being cold and/or filthy
~ Heights
~ Shoes
F E A R S
~ Never getting away to return to her studies
~ People looking at her funny when they find out what she has been once she gets free
~ Getting burned since her branding
S T R E N G T H S
~ Cat-like balance
~ Intelligent
~ Capable with Rapier/Main Gauche combo
~ Sarcasm
W E A K N E S S E S
~ A warm blanket and a crackling fire
~ Jasmine tea
~ Heights
~ Playing in the rain
Q U I R K S
~ Almost OCD about being clean
~ Sleeps in the fetal position
~ Hates people walking on her right side
G O A L S
~ Evade her captors and return to her studies if possible
~ Visit the memorial of her mentor
~ See her father again
P E R S O N A L I T Y For the most part Ellie is pretty happy-go-lucky sort of girl. Simple things amuse her and she has learned not to let little annoyances get under her skin most of the time. She has her days just like any normal person where she hates her situation and just wants to roll over and give up, but she tries to make those as few and far between as she can. When she can’t tamp the feelings down she instead puts on a mask of “Everything’s fine”. Anyone who didn’t know her would probably think everything was indeed fine and not ask further.

Before her captivity the other side of her did not exist. She has found the need to develop a much tougher skin in terms of her words and the way she lets certain things bother her. A rather snaky, sarcastic side to her personality has developed. It’s a defensive mechanism and if she ever sat down to psychoanalyze herself she’d realize that it was covering up the insecurity and issues she has over her current predicament. She would tell anyone that she has not given up hope on getting away, but the reality is much darker than that. Even though she does make her escape attempts when given the chance, she already knows she’ll fail. A sort of deep pessimism has sunk in even with her best efforts to keep it out. Because she knows with the mark on her shoulder she’ll never really be free and if she was….who’d want her?

F A M I L Y
Mason Raithall Chel’Kirith - Father 46
Adelle Sarai Fiaso - Step-mother 37
Sun Nai - Mother (deceased)
Xander Marcus - Half-brother 16
Astrid Reigh - Half-sister 13
Liah Estella - Half-sister 6
P L A C E . O F . B I R T H Born in Lau So, Wyeshing / Raised in Kerhrnst, Niendra
H I S T O R Y Ellie is the product of an affair her father had with a handmaiden of a visiting noble family. He told her Sun Nai enamored him at first sight and their tryst was full of passion that he was sure could have blossomed into love were it given the time to do so. It was not to be so however and after only a month the two were parted when the Wyeshing nobility returned to their homeland. He claims he mourned the loss of her but knew it was not something he could pursue without a great deal of scandal as he was betrothed. He was not expecting to get a message along with an infant daughter in a basket the following spring telling him that Sun had died giving birth and named him as the father. The affair itself would not have gone over well, but being faced with their perfect granddaughter his parents relented and allowed him to legitimately claim the child and raise her.

His wedding still went ahead as planned, but her step-mother was not pleased to have her around. It was a constant reminder that her husband had a tryst while they were betrothed. Granted it was an arranged marriage, but she despised the thought that some mere handmaiden had lain with her husband. Ellie just avoided the woman and the gesture was returned save for public moments when she would act the perfectly doting mother to the ‘tragic child’. Things at least got better as her siblings began to arrive. Then her step-mother could avoid her and tend to her own children. She also had playmates then and when her brother took up fencing she convinced her father to let her do so as well.

When Ellie was 12 she discovered her powers for the first time. Her mother had apparently passed on the power of healing. Her brother Xander fell during a riding lesson and hit his head on a rock. Seeing her brother fall she immediately dropped from her own saddle and raced over to him. The instructor tried to get her to calm down, but seeing her 8-year-old brother lying there motionless she reached out for him and the minute her hand touched the bleeding wound on his head she felt a shockwave and then a warm sensation as her hand began to glow. Within moments the wound was gone.

Her father was just as shocked as she was, but her step-mother saw it as an opportunity to be rid of her. Using a bit of manipulation she convinced Ellie’s father to send her to the Mage school to study Healing under a Master. It would be good for the line and a boon to have a capable Healing Mage around. It worked and the following spring just after her 13th birthday she was sent off to the Mage’s School in Crowcalls.

Ellie should have been upset, but instead she thrived at eh school learning under a Master in the Healing Arts. She came to adore her mentor and upon finding her an apt pupil he taught her other things giving her a novice education in Herb Lore and Alchemy. She would study under him for five years and then could be formally made a Journeyman Mage. At that point she would be able to travel and hone her sills in the field. It was not to be however. Just a month past her 16th birthday the caravan taking herself, her mentor, and four other students was attacked by bandits on the way to Wyeshing to release two students into the hands of a master of Illusion and pick up an adept to take back with them. They would never reach their destination. Even now she remembers little of what happened. It was all over so quickly and a harsh blow to her head did not help matters much.

When she woke up she found herself in a slave traders caravan on their way to the Black Market in Carthonia. She was branded that night along with the two others who told her that her mentor had been killed protecting them. She knew then if she was pegged for an adept she would never be able to escape so she played off that she had no real powers and instead that she was merely learning Herb Lore. She has changed hands a dozen times since then, making sure no Master ever wants to keep her. She does her best not to stand out and make anyone take notice of her, but she still hopes that someone will. Someday. It's been 4 years and she's running out of ideas (and hope) on how to escape.

C O D E . W O R D --adminedit--
S A M P L E . P O S T Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Oh god don’t look down. That was the mantra that pounded through Ellisande’s head as she took across the beam that spanned where there had once been a bridge. She could hear the men behind her swearing and the beam wobbled dangerously as one of the tried to get footing to follow her. It wasn’t to be though as they were too bulky of frame and didn’t have the balance she did. As long as she didn’t look down she was fine…..She hoped.

It had been a slip that had allowed her to get away this time, for how long that was the kicker. The pessimist in her said they’d have her back ion shackles by dusk. Her optimist was probably dead. Four years in the hands of slavers would do that. Add in about a dozen thwarted escape attempts and it didn’t do much for anyone’s moral, let alone the former Mage’s Apprentice turned slave. She made the last steps into a graceful leap and let out a sigh of intense relief when her feet hit solid ground. It stung the chaffed, bare soles, but in the same sense it felt amazing.

The bulky collar around her neck bounced up and caught her in the jaw and she winced. That would be a bruise later for sure. She didn’t have time to stop and nurse it however. It wouldn’t take long for those oafs to be right back on her trail. They were persistent she had to give them that at the very least. The last group had been better, she hadn’t managed to slip them at all. Elle boosted herself over a fence but didn’t seethe thrice-damned gopher hole that some cruelly-humored fate had put in the exact spot her left foot was set to land. She went in and wrenched the joint something awful letting out a pained yelp.

Damn! She whimpered in pain and crawled away from the hole. There was no way she could get to the small shed fifty yards away in time. That didn’t stop her from making the effort, but the salvers soon closed back in and she was hauled roughly to her feet. One of which now hurt like hell. It was already bruising and swelling up.

“that’s the last time you get away from us, bitch!” One of the Neanderthals growled in her face. Nasty. It was even the one who always spit when he was mad.

“Of course it was.” She let the shock and confusion register before adding dryly. “I seem to have lamed myself and by the time this heals you’ll have sold me off on the black market.” That got her a rough slap…but it was worth it.

[/size]

[FLYFLY]