Likes:”Coffee is my favorite thing on the planet!”
Club/dance music, dancing, forehead kisses, flowers, strong coffee, people with a sense of humor, road trips, dogs, whiskey, video games, pretty dresses, blue eyed men, being snarky, crowds, her cellphone, cooking, tattoos, sushi, true crime tv shows, and manga.
Dislikes:“I used to not like the smell of cigarette smoke but...it’s kinda growing on me, y’know?”
Paper cuts, apples, violence, cold showers, cows (she thinks they're terrifying), spiders, doing laundry, jazz music, vodka, snobby people, thunder, traffic, windows vista.
Party Trick: She's pretty badass at shadow puppets! :)
Profession: Works at Shine City Investigation Services during the day and part-time as a DJ at Club LUSH on the weekends.
Personality: Nori has an adventurous spirit, thrives on action, and loves anything that gets her adrenaline up. This of course makes her a bit of a risk taker, which often gets her into sticky situations. It also means that she can get bored easily if she feels like she isn't doing something productive. When it comes to the people she cares about, Nori is loyal to a fault. If she sees someone bullying one of her friends she will not hesitate to call them out on it. She is a bright, confident, funny girl who is full of sarcasm and doesn't let anyone push her around.
History: Nori grew up the only child of two loving, lower-middle class parents in a rural farming community and even though she was happy, she always longed for the big city life. So when she turned 21, she moved to Shine City to follow her dream of being a professional DJ. Nori quickly learned that none of the radio stations would hire her without experience and she began to lose hope, until she saw a flyer that said Club LUSH was looking for part-time DJs. The young blonde was hired on the spot and while she was excited to be doing what she loved, it wasn't quite enough to pay the bills. So she had to take on another job at the local flower shop to make ends meet.
Then, through a series of increasingly bizarre events, she was targeted by a serial killer, her apartment set on fire, and she ultimately lost her job at the Enchanted Florist. It was alright though, because that’s how she met one Detective Oliver Holland.
He gave her a place to stay and through good old fashioned detective work they managed to apprehend and put The Weatherman behind bars. The case was over and there was technically no reason for Nori to hang around anymore, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to leave Shine City Investigation Services. The two grew closer as they continued to spend more and more time together and before long they struck up a romance.
Sure, he smoked like a chimney and sort of looked like a mummy whenever he was all wrapped up in those silly bandages of his, but he was funny and charming in his own weird, sarcastic way, and Nori couldn’t be happier.
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Relationship Status: Has been dating Oliver for about two months now.
Full Name: Clover Clayburn Age: 20 Gender: Female DOB: March 31st, 1995 Occupation: Full time student Race: Witch, Naturalis Hair Color: Ginger Eye Color: Grey
Height and Build: Willowy, Lanky, 5’7”
Other Appearance: The palms of both of her hands are scarred from all the bloodletting she’s had to do for various spells over the years.
History/bio: She was seven years old the first time she opened her grandmother’s grimoire. It had been only five years since her parents died, when she was two. As she had turned the brittle and yellowed pages, she had been convinced it was an old recipe book, as she read the first pages, that were for things like pasta, chicken pot pie, and risotto, all written in a swirling and elegant cursive. As she continued to delve deeper into the grimoire, the recipes changed to things like, To Repair Split Ends that listed ingredients for aloe vera, shea butter, crushed egg shells, and a lock of hair cut from a toddler. Towards the back of the book Clover read things she knew she wasn’t meant to. Spells, and potions tilted For Forgetting and To Forcibly Bind a Heart, that called for ingredients like sleep breath, belladonna root, grave dirt, and fresh spilt blood. Her grandma caught her reading it of course, and after a thorough scolding the old woman tucked little Clover into bed, kissed her cheek, and promised to explain it all when she’s was ready.
It took another three years until her grandmother deemed young Clover ready, and she began teaching Clover the craft every day after school. She started with the very basics like how to grow your own ingredients, where to cut yourself to produce an adequate amount of blood for small spells, and what plants like rosemary, primrose, and yarrow are best for. She taught Clover about covens as well, how a family of witches is supposed to stay together, and how they teach and protect one another. On Clover's 15th birthday, they went to pay respects at her parents graves, as they had done before. Clover’s grandmother finally tells her how they died, and what had happened to their own circle.
Both her mother, Anise, and her father, Orion, were naturalis witches who fell in love in high school and married young. Not long after Clover was born, Orion began staying away from the house for long periods of time, only returning to sleep and then leaving as soon as the sun rose in the morning. Anise had become suspicious and left Clover with her grandmother one night. She followed Orion and caught him with his human lover. In a jealous fury, Anise sealed off the exists with an incantation and burned the house to the ground with both Orion and his lover still inside. Anise was burned at the stake a fortnight later for the crime of killing another witch.
By the time Clover graduated from high school, she has learned all her grandmother could teach her, so Her grandma told her about Gringore Academy and how it was made for all the different magical people, including witches like them. She urged Clover to go there, possibly find a Coven of her own, and to learn what others had to teach her. After two years of pleading, Clover relented and enrolled in the academy, and just before she left for school her grandmother passed down her own grimoire to Clover, the old one she had sneakily read when she was seven.
Family/Relationships: Mother -Anise Clayburn - Death by Fire at 32 years of age Father - Orion Clayburn - Murdered by Anise at 34 years of age Grandma – Calliope Clayburn - Still alive and living in Maine, USA
Eye Color: Mismatched; one is blue and the other is brown.
Height and Body Type: 5'9", Lean
Personality: Silas is a kind enough but sarcastic man, who sometimes comes across as a little spoiled. Though he lives in a fairly modest apartment, he only owns the nicest designer clothes, which he clearly can not afford on a florist's salary alone. Silas doesn't normally smoke cigarettes, but can go through a whole pack when he's anxious. His favorite food is french toast and he loves old western movies.
History/bio: Silas Fairbanks was born via planned cesarean section exactly two weeks before his due date, at the insistence of his mother Julia Fairbanks. Mrs. Fairbanks chose this course of action despite a plethora of doctors advising her otherwise, because it was almost summer and she needed to get herself bikini ready again. His father, famous neurosurgeon, screen writer, and philanthropist Travis Fairbanks, was so overjoyed that both mother and child made it through the operation unscathed that he bought the family a private island in the Caribbean to celebrate.
As he got older, young Silas was given only the absolute best. He had a closet full of Dolce and Gabbana, all of the newest video games, and his own personal chef at his beck and call. It was everything a boy could hope for, but even so, Silas found himself lonely most nights.
Then his little sister, Evelyn, was born and Silas wasn't lonely anymore. Undeterred by the five year age difference between them, the young boy took his sister with him everywhere he could and always brought her back presents when she couldn't be with him. As the Fairbanks children grew, so did their affection for one another, and by the time that she was seven and he was twelve they were nearly inseparable. However, good things rarely last. During a friend's birthday party, Evelyn fell through a patch of thin ice while skating with the other children. She was pulled out and rushed to the hospital, where it was predicted that she would make a full recovery, but the youngest Fairbanks child developed pneumonia and died a week later from complications.
It was like the sun had burned up and all of the light went out of the Silas' world. The young boy started getting into fights at school and by the time he turned nineteen, Silas had developed a full blown heroine addiction. He left the family home without so much as a goodbye and spent the next two years living in drug dens and doing whatever he had to in order to get his next fix. His father eventually found him and sent him to the best rehab money could buy. Silas got clean and is now living in a nice one bedroom apartment in the good side of town and works part-time at a flower shop.
Name: Alixanna Ashgrave Age: 18 Gender: Female Height: 5’4” Personality: Alixanna comes across as crude to most people, given her tendency to find humor in the most inappropriate of situations. A perfect example of this is the day a man came into the clinic with his private bits stuck inside a watermelon. Alixanna had been cackling so madly that her father had to send her from the room and finish cutting the patient free himself, lest she accidentally amputate the offending appendage.
Alixanna is very smart, and thanks to years of studying under her father’s tutelage knows the human body like the back of her hand. She can name all the bones in less than two minutes, knows which stich is best to use for a stab wound, and what herbs keep infection at bay. Even so, when she’s treating patients and begins rushing herself, Alixanna becomes very fidgety, which is understandably disconcerting when you’re the patient she’s trying to patch up.
Appalling bedside manor aside, most of the townsfolk are fond of the doctor' daughter. She has a friendly disposition and is quick to encourage people when they seem like they need it. Her kindness shouldn’t be mistaken for weakness though, as Alixanna does not tolerate bullying and will call out anyone she thinks is being an asshat. Also, after years of helping her father with his work, Alixanna has lost all of her squeamishness when it comes to human bodies. Vomit? No problem. Hernias? Bring ‘em on. Ruptured boils? Phhht, that’s kid’s stuff. She is, however, deathly afraid of spiders and can't be in the same room as one without completely losing her shit.
To the great dismay of her mother, Alixanna is quite dense when it comes to matters of the heart and doesn’t always notice when she’s being flirted with. The local boys have made a game of seeing how outlandish they can make their advances before she notices she’s being hit on. So far, she’s remained blissfully oblivious.
Bio: Since the very moment that Alixanna came into this world, her mother, Elora Ashgrave, has been bound and determined to marry her little girl off to at least a minor lord. She started setting up play dates with noble born toddlers as soon as Alixanna was able to crawl, much to the chagrin of her husband, Dr. Atlas Ashgrave. While her mother was taking little Alixanna to meet tiny suitors, Atlas was reading his young daughter medical journals instead of bedtime stories, dreaming of the day she would become a physician and take over the family business.
When she turned ten, her father moved them south to Vale in hopes of retiring, but quickly changed his mind when he saw there were no other doctors in the village. Mrs. Ashgrave was distraught at first, seeing as how she could no longer set up meetings with marriage prospects, but the village's charm eventually grew on her. Alixanna discovered her affinity towards magic around this time as well. Most of what she knows is self taught, as there weren't any healers in Vale to show her the ropes.
By the time Alixanna turned fourteen, she was working full-time in the clinic with her father. She continued on in this way until one day she woke up to find a peculiar flower growing through the floorboards by her bedroom door.
Weapon: She carries two daggers. She has never been trained to use them, but does know where to cut someone to cause the most amount of damage. She does not need a staff to cast her magic
Skills: Healing Magic - Alixanna can use her own energy to mend wounds, cure disease, extract poisons, etc. She doesn't use this skill very much, as it is extremely taxing and she is versed enough in medicine to heal most wounds the traditional way.
Medic - Alixanna is fantastic at stitching people back together and diagnosing/treating illnesses.
Cool under Pressure - It takes more than a little blood and guts to damage her calm!
Sewing - Stitching wounds back together has also made her an excellent seamstress.
Gardening - Alixanna has a green thumb. She grows many of the medicinal herbs used in her father's practice in their own backyard.
Name: Nori B. Haywood Birthday: March 31 Age: 26 Height: 5’4” ((about 163 cm)) Weight: 113 lbs. ((about 52 kg))
“Did you see the new girl?”
“Yeah. Fuck, she looks about 12.”
“Word is that she can...y’know…get things.”
“Well that was ominous.”
“Shut up, Saiko, it was for dramatic affect. Anyways, people have been saying she can get documents without a warrant. You know, credit card statements, medical history, text messages, that sort of thing.”
“...Isn’t that illegal?”
“I don’t know why I even talk to you.”
Bio: Nori was born to Emily and Forest Haywood, a pair of wheat farmers in the middle of nowhere. Growing up the young family never had a lot, but there was food on the table and the little girl always felt safe and loved. Nori adored farm life and all the things that came along with it like chasing chickens, catching frogs, or splashing about in the creek bed. But her favorite thing by far was when her father would take her out into the pasture for target practice.
Nori was far from a natural shot. It frustrated her to no end how no matter how steady her breathing or how carefully she peered down the barrel of the pistol, her aim was always comically off. The young girl worked at it day in and day out, but she never seemed to get any better. Then one day her dad brought out his old .22 bolt action rifle. “Let’s give this one a try, hm?” he hummed, carefully pressing the worn firearm into her grip. Nori planted her feet, took aim at the coffee can, exhaled, and squeezed the trigger.
Bam!
Bull’s eye.
“That’s my girl,” Forest told her, dropping a kiss into her hair, “I knew you’d get it. You just needed something with a longer barrel. Helps make it feel more like an extension of your arm, or some shit like that. Now come on, little lady, supper’s waitin’.”
She graduates high school and moves in with her childhood sweetheart in the nearby city of Fair Grove. He’s a nice boy with blue eyes and a sweet smile, but his best friend is, well, a little out there. She comes from big money and is a bit of a diva, always demanding that Nori’s boyfriend spend more and more time with her, but the blonde has never been the jealous type, so she lets it slide.
She ends up spending a lot of time at the heiress’ mansion, hanging out with her bodyguards while waiting for her boyfriend to finish up so they can go home. It’s actually not all bad, one of the help even starts to teach her how to break into online databases. They make a game out of it and sometimes spend hours trying to see who can access confidential information the fastest.
A month after she turns twenty three, her boyfriend asks her to move out. His best friend had finally convinced him that he should be with someone of better breeding and sets him up with the daughter of an American oil tycoon.
Nori moves out. She does not date again.
She decides to make a change and quits her job at the local flower shop so she can join the police academy. It’s grueling, but it helps keep her mind off things. She graduates and takes the exams to become a fully fledged officer and aces everything except…
...she fails her pistol marksmanship test by three shots.
“I don’t understand,” the grizzly police chief grumbles as he looks down at the files in front of him. “She didn’t miss a single shot with the rifle.”
After a moment of hesitation he makes an executive decision and pencils in three more points before calling Nori to give her the good news. She works in the small department for three years, mostly dealing with drug and domestic abuse cases. Eventually she finds out there is a position opening up in Shine City and she transfers, hoping she can make a bigger difference in a larger city.
Name: Malachi Beauregard Age: 48 Height: 5'10 Race: Human Personality: Malachi comes across as aloof and abrasive towards most people. He doesn't talk much and when he does it is usually to hurl insults. That being said, once you get past his gruffness he isn't completely awful to be around, as long as you don't mind him not actually answering when you talk to him.
Backstory: Malachi was the first and only child of Orion and Maya Beauregard. Theirs was a noble family, and as such many things were expected of the young lord. He was dressed in the finest clothes and taught by the best scholars. When he turned sixteen he became a squire for a prominent knight in Semara, who taught him the basics in swordplay and archery.
Malachi became a knight himself the year he turned twenty five, which is also the year he fell in love. Arsenia Belladonna was a beautiful, fiery haired creature, but she was low born, and his parents would not hear of it. They forbid the lovers from marrying, saying that they would disown their son if he did so. Malachi was willing to give it all up for her, but Arsenia was against it.
They were together in secret for the next four years, until Arsenia vanished.
Malachi searched for her for years, but was never able to find her. He blamed his parents for her disappearance and left the capital permanently when he turned thirty three. He became a mercenary and has spent the rest of his years working for hire and keeping to himself. When he saw the posting for the ranger brigade he applied, seeing as how he could really use the money and free room and board.
Fun Fact: He still asks around at every new tavern to see if anyone knows Arsenia.
Weapons: Long sword - This sword has been in the Beauregard family for generations and was given to Malachi by his father when he was knighted. The blade is made of ebony.
Standard long bow - His bow has to be replaced often because while he is a good shot, he's not above using it as a club if an enemy sneaks up on him.
Daggers - He has them everywhere. His boots, his belt, up his sleeves. It's been rumored he even has one in his beard.
Skills: Swordsmanship - This is Malachi's strongest combat skill by far. He is the most deadly when he has a sword in his hand.
Archery - Decent skills with a bow, when he has the patients for them.
Medic - While not formally trained, Malachi has patched up enough battle wounds to know his way around a med kit.
Name: Calliope Cross Age:19 Height: 5'7" Race: Human Personality: Calliope has an adventurous spirit, thrives on action, and loves anything that gets her adrenaline up. This of course makes her a bit of a risk taker, which often gets her into sticky situations. It also means that she can get bored easily if she feels like she isn't doing something productive.
When it comes to the people she cares about, Calliope is loyal to a fault. Most of her friends work at the local brothel, as her sarcasm and affiliation with prostitutes makes her some what of an outcast. Calliope doesn't mind this at all and will stand up to anyone who talks badly about her friends' chosen profession.
Calliope loves to spar. She doesn't feel like swinging swords at a practice dummy improves her skill at all, so anytime someone offers to train with her, she jumps on it.
Calliope's time living in the cathouse has erased any concept of personal space, and she sometimes makes people feel uneasy by standing far too close to them. On the flip side, some people enjoy the close proximity, since she is a fairly pretty girl.
She is slightly self conscious about her freckles, but she'll punch you in the face if you make fun of them.
Backstory: Calliope was born one bright, sunny day in summer and was then promptly discarded into the nearest alley way. Fortunately for her, said alley was adjacent to a Clysdesdale brothel called, 'Classie Lassies' and it did not take long for Headmistress Cherry Cross to hear the tiny babe's caterwauling and for her to have mercy on the little one.
This is how young Calliope found herself spending her formative years calling a whorehouse in Minora home. She thought of most of the prostitutes as aunts and they treated her kindly, teaching her to read and write between their clients. Headmistress Cherry also took a shine to Calliope and tutored her in maths as well as showing her how to barter and get the best deals from the local merchants. In return the young girl did chores around the place, washing bed linens, mending garments, and cooking for the girls during their breaks.
The brothel girls were not the only people Calliope won over. Most of the patrons thought of the girl as a mascot of sorts. They were all very kind to her and brought her gifts when they could. The town blacksmith was one of these clients, but instead of sweets and dolls, he brought the young girl weapons. On her fourteenth birthday, he gave her a recurve bow, hand carved and made of cedar.
As she cradled it in her hands, Calliope knew she had found her calling.
After that, Calliope spent all of her spare time practicing at the shooting range and hunting in the nearby forrest. Headmistress Cherry was quite pleased with her ward's new hobby, as the teen brought home her kills to share with the prostitutes, meaning that their food bill decreased dramatically.
Calliope is nineteen when she sees the job posting for the Red Falcon brigade. After saying goodbye to her Headmistress and the other girls, she joined the brigade and moved in to the ranger barracks.
Fun Fact: Most people think Calliope worked as a whore at 'Classie Lassies'. She never corrects them because she does not find it insulting, seeing as how all of her close friends are sex workers.
Weapons: Cutlass - Another gift from the blacksmith. She's moderately skilled with it, but prefers the bow.
Cedar recurve bow - Her first gift from the blacksmith and her favorite by far.
Skills and Abilities: Archery - After five years of using her bow almost everyday, Calliope is one of the best marksmen in Clysdesdale.
Bartering - Calliope isn't exceedingly charming, nor was she blessed with a silver tongue, but she has a good knowledge of common item worth and refuses to be swindled.
Survival Skills - Calliope has learned basics survival skills, such as fire starting, shelter finding/building, how to construct a basic snare, etc.
Animal Butchery - Calliope has skinned all sorts of animals, from rabbits and foxes to wolves and deer.
Name: Allison “Allie” Creed Birthday: April 21 Age: 26 Height: 5’8” Weight: 134ibs. Bio: Allie was born the only child of two doctors, one a surgeon and the other a medical researcher. While other parents read their children to sleep with books like,’Goodnight Moon’, young Allie was being tucked in to the sounds of her mom and dad narrating medical journals. By the time she turned seven, Allie could name all the bones in the body in less than two minutes and her parents moved on to teaching her the basics of the circulatory system. It was a strange life, but little Allie had plenty of love and most importantly, she was very happy.
Allison’s teenage years were awkward and riddled with braces and acne, but she blossomed her first semester of college. Gone was the shy little girl who hid behind Biology text books and in her stead was a confident woman full of purpose. She decided to follow in her father’s footsteps and chose to major in microbiology, in the hopes of finding a job in medical research, and attended the best college in the country. She stayed laser focused on her studies and graduated valedictorian, before moving on to pursue her PhD. She turned twenty six in April and graduated in May at the top five percent of her class, finally earing the title of doctor.
Allie got many job offers, but none more intriguing than the one from the United States government. The offer promised an exciting work environment where she would get hands on experience dealing with a classified new species and be put in charge of an entire team of researchers. It also paid handsomely and guaranteed free room and board. Allie accepted the position and moved out to a small town in Vermont to start work immediately.
She regretted it almost instantly.
Dr. Creed was introduced to a strange new world, full of creatures that she had always believed to be mere fairy tales. The research subjects she studied were always dead, so she ended up performing quite a few autopsies on cadavers that had died in hideous ways. Her fellow scientists were indifferent to these creatures, some even making cruel or calloused remarks about them, which always left the young doctor feeling ill at ease. Then one day, Allie is brought a live test subject and things begin to change.
Distinguishing Marks: The palms of both of her hands are scarred from all the bloodletting she’s had to do for various spells
Name: Naya of the Belladonna Tribe Age: 19 Gender: Female Hair Color: Ginger Eye Color: Grey Race: Witch Height: 5’7" Personality: Naya's time alone in the forest has not had a positive affect on her social skills, leaving her reclusive and with a tendency to get aggressive when surprised by strangers. That being said, she is also extraordinarily curious about everything from outside the forest and will sometimes follow travelers and hunters just to study them more closely.
Naya is very physically affectionate with those she cares about and can be overtly protective. She once put a curse on a man who kept pestering Meng so that every time he got within a quarter mile radius of the farmer he would break out in hideous hives. Living in the forest has also made her incredibly resourceful, but also less educated than most.
Bio: Naya was born to the Belladonna clan on the western edge of the Semarian Forest. The young witch grew up not knowing who her biological mother was and was instead raised by the tribe mothers, as is custom to their race. She stayed here amongst the mossy lean-tos and the hemlock trees until she reached the age of thirteen, when she was required to take a year-long solo pilgrimage into the forest. It was meant to be a rite of passage that would awaken the magic in her bloodstream and mark her as a full-fledged witch.
A miserable year came and went, with young Naya scrabbling to survive alongside the harsh creatures of the forest, but her magic never awoke.
Needless to say, Naya was distraught. For as far back as she could remember, all she had ever wanted was to be able to do magic, but it seemed like that was impossible now. The teen could have returned to the clan and taken up a position fitting her magicless self, like watching after the children or cooking, but her shame was so great that she decided to remain in their forest. After reaching this conclusion, Naya traveled to the southern edge of the forest, which was less inhabited due to its closer proximity to the human town of Minora. Now fourteen years old and having lived in the forest for an entire year on her own, Naya was in bad shape. She was malnourished, her clothes in tatters, and food was becoming increasingly scarce. The youth didn’t have high hopes for making it through the winter.
This is when an old farmer, Feiyan Meng, happened upon the young witch at the edge of her property. Though hesitant at first to assist a witch, her conscious got the better of her and she ushered Naya back to her cottage, where she nursed the girl back to health. Meng and Naya formed a friendship based on gratitude and a mutual love of horticulture. The teen stayed on the farm through the winter, helping with the chores to earn her keep.
One spring morning while she was pruning the roses, Naya cut herself on a thorn and a few drops of blood landed on a bud below. She was overcome with a huge sense of vertigo and fainted, coming to a few moments later to find that the bud was now fully flowered. Ecstatic that her magic had finally awoken, Naya once again set off on her own into the forest, this time to make a permanent home for herself where she could practice her craft.
Naya set her sights on a grand old oak tree and began to work on making it her home. Five years later and she is living in this same tree and well on her way to becoming one of the most powerful witches in the forest.
Important Possessions: Grimoire - Contains everything from minor spells like 'To Cure Split Ends' all the way to major ones like 'To Forcibly Bind a Heart'.
Relationships:
The farmer that took her in when she was a girl. Naya still visits her sometimes.
Personality: Lilith is a sweet and gentle creature, always striving to help those around her when they are in need. That being said, being trapped in Murkwell with her overbearing father for the last eleven years has instilled the girl with a strong sense of wanderlust. More than anything else, Lilith longs to travel the world and learn all about what goes on outside the city's borders.
Lilith wants to see the best in people, so she can be naive at times. She is smart as a whip though, with an enchanting sense of humor.
Bio: Lilith Fairbanks was born to a poor seamstress woman named Elora in the small village of Semarta, and though they always struggled to make ends meet, they both loved each other very much. On the morning of her fifth birthday, Lilith woke to find that her match mark had appeared overnight. Ecstatic, the little girl ran into the kitchen to show it to her mother. “Oh, a fox! Now that’s a good one, they mean good luck,” her mother told her with a smile, running a thumb over the small design that now adorned her daughter’s left wrist. “You must be careful though, my Lily, because it’s the mark of a predator. It means that it will be a love with teeth, the kind that can bite you if you aren’t careful,” the seamstress warned, ruffling her daughter’s hair. “Your man will be a dangerous one.”
“Won’t he have the same mark as me?” the small ginger asked, watching Elora nod as she returned to chopping an apple for breakfast. “…well then, maybe I’m the dangerous one!” Lilith giggled, grinning wide to put all her teeth on display. “See? I’ve got teeth!”
When she turned ten Lilith met her father for the first time. He was a big man named Atlas Fairbanks who had come from a city far to the west called Murkwell and wanted to take Lilith home with him. Atlas promised Elora that the girl would be well looked after and would receive the finest education. Elora was hesitant at first, but after Atlas conceded to let Lilith visit during the summer months, she agreed because she honestly believed that would be best for Lilith.
So the young girl went to Murkwell with her father and was groomed to be the prefect wife for which ever nobleman had the biggest coin purse. Sometimes, after a long day of endless singing, dancing, cooking, and sewing lessons, the ginger girl would curl up in bed and stare at her match mark, wondering if she'd ever find her mate and if he'd take her away so they could go on grad adventures.
Extra: Lilith discovered her ability when catching an old woman who was falling, resulting in stranger freezing over a huge chunk of the Blackfoot river. The elderly woman apologized profusely, telling her she had the ability to make snow flakes, but had never done something that big before. Lilith never told her father about this.
Still on excellent terms with her mother, who she spends every summer with.
Name: Atlas Ashgrave Age: 52 Gender: Male Height: 6' 2" Weight: 225 ibs Ability: None Proffession: Owns multiple businesses and houses that he rents outs for very high prices.
Personality: Atlas is a smooth talker who can con people into almost anything. He sees others as objects and is constantly scheming on how to use them to make more money.
Bio: While passing through the small fishing village of Semarta on the eastern shore, Atlas sweet talked a naive seamstress named Elora Ashgrave into bed with him. Ten months later he received a letter informing him of the birth of his bastard daughter. Atlas was completely disinterested in the child, seeing it as a huge money pit.
He continued on this way until one night when he was playing cards with a group of local lords, who were lamenting about the poor selection of eligible young women available for marriage, one young man even saying he would be willing to pay his own weight in gold for a young lady of quality. Suddenly seeing his daughter as a potential goldmine, he set out to find her.
It was remarkably easy to convince Elora to hand her over custody of Lilith, simply pretending that he felt guilt at abandoning them and wanted to make it up to them. Lilith herself was a little harder to manipulate, but once he began to feign love for her, she became more docile.
As the girl grew older she became graceful and beautiful, with a few lords taking interest in her as young as her fourteenth birthday. The business man bided his time though, until the Duke of Edessa made a bid so outrageously high that Atlas would have been a fool not to take it.
Extras: His match mark is a chipped wine goblet on the back of his right knee, but it is faded and scared over, meaning his soulmate is dead.
Bio: Evee was born to Emily and Forest Fairbanks, a pair of ranchers in South Dakota. Growing up the young family never had a lot, but there was food on the table and the little girl always felt safe and loved. Still, something was missing.
Then when she was five years old her little sister Eden was born and everything was perfect.
Wherever little Evee went, Eden was never far behind. They were thick as thieves, running a muck on their small farm and chasing chickens, catching frogs, or splashing about in the creek bed. In fact, the only time they were ever really separated was when their father would take Evee out into the pasture for target practice. Her little sister never had the stomach for such things and much preferred to stay home and help their mother with the chores.
Evee was far from a natural shot. It frustrated her to no end how no matter how steady her breathing or how carefully she peered down the barrel of the pistol, her aim was always comically off. The young girl worked at it day in and day out, but she never seemed to get any better. Then one day her dad brought out his old .22 bolt action rifle. “Let’s give this one a try, hm?” he hummed, carefully pressing the worn firearm into her grip. Evee planted her feet, took aim at the coffee can, exhaled, and pulled the trigger.
Bam!
Perfect.
“That’s my girl,” Forest told her, dropping a kiss into her hair, “I knew you’d get it. You just needed something with a longer barrel. Helps make it feel more like an extension of your arm, or some shit like that. Now come on, little lady, supper’s waitin’.”
When she turned fourteen the Desdemona Virus outbreak begins. It’s not long before both her sister and mother catch it, confined to their beds as their lungs slowly begin to deteriorate, their labored, shuddering breaths growing weaker with each passing day. There wasn’t anything the doctors could do for them, the epidemic was sweeping the entire world and no one had a clue how to combat it.
They both died on a Tuesday. Evee helped lay them to rest under the old birch tree down by the riverbank.
They both held their breath, waiting for the day Evee would catch the virus, but she remained untouched. Her father began to hear rumors about wars and suddenly all the town folk were far too interested in his little girl, looking at her like she was a cut of meat instead of an actual person. Forest decides it would be for the best for them to leave their home and find a place where no one knows about his daughter. That night, after he’s packed up the truck, he shaves her head and helps her bind herself for the first time. “That’s my boy,” he told her, giving her a sad, crooked grin before patting her shoulder and getting back to work.
They leave town in the dead of night and head for Wyoming. They end up in Lander, where her father finds work as a gunsmith and she takes a job at the local cafe, only now everyone calls her Travis instead of Evee. It’s a little tedious, but she finally feels safe and loved again. They continue on like this until one day, when she is twenty three, Forest’s lungs start to give out on him too. The Desdemona Virus took much longer to infect males, but it seemed like her father’s time had finally come. As he lay gasping out his last breaths, he clutched her hand tight and murmured her real name for the first time in years before his eyes fell shut for the last time.
There isn’t a birch tree around this time to lay him under, but Evee finds a dogwood that she thinks he would have liked.
She keeps working at the cafe and takes the occasional gun smithing job on the side. Evee lets her hair grow out a little longer, since no one has seen a woman except for in the newspaper in a very long time. In fact, some of the men have even begun taking estrogen and dressing themselves in silken blouses, trying to fill the role her gender left behind, so no one bats an eye at her delicate features or long eyelashes. She just keeps her hat pulled down low and a heavy scarf around her neck and keeps on working, waiting for the day when she can feel safe again.
Also belonged to her mother. Naya only uses it for bloodletting for spells/potions
Personality: Naya doesn't actually murder people. But some spells call for certain, er, more visceral ingredients, so if someone wants to trade their dear old mum's corpse for a love spell, who is she to deny them?
It is this sort of practice that makes some people leery of the witch. It isn't an uncommon sight to come into the shop and find the body of some animal or person up on the slab, their organs floating in jars as the lithe woman serenely wipes her scarlet hands on her apron. It doesn't help that when she does her shopping she occasionally forgets to change out of her work robes and gives some poor merchant an eyeful of her bloody clothing.
Her time around the occult has made it virtually impossible for her to get squeamish at the sight of gore and her ability to joke and see humor in dark circumstances makes her a very strange human indeed. Naya is also innately curious about creatures of different races and will often badger them with all sorts of questions until both parties are exasperated.
Well, except werewolves. Those guys are terrifying.
Oddities aside, Naya is a clever girl with a sharp tongue and a wicked sense of humor. She is not easily frightened or intimidated, but is smart enough to know when to keep her mouth shut lest she upset something more fearsome than her. The witch is also a bit over protective of those she cares about and doesn't much understand the concept of personal space.
Bio: Naya was born to a hardworking witch who owned a little apothecary on the outskirts of a sleepy town by the name of Minora. The little girl spent long days helping her mother tend the garden, grind down the herbs, and adding new recipes to their grimoire. It was a strange life, but Naya always felt loved and most importantly, she was very happy.
Her magic didn't come in during her twelfth year like it did for most of her family, but her mother didn't seem concerned about it. "These things take time, my girl. Your blood will wake precisely when it is supposed to," the witch told her, dropping a kiss onto her daughter's hair. "Now be a dear and fetch me my hammer. This man's skull is thicker than I thought."
Her mother died during Naya's nineteenth summer, when a freshly turned werewolf lost control and attacked her in the market. The town folk managed to subdue the creature, but the damage was done. Naya brought her mother's body home, stored her insides, and ground down her bones, just like she would have wanted. After that the young woman took over the apothecary, making the salves and ointments that don't require a supernatural touch and bartering with the other witches for everything else.
Things were uneventful until one day during the twenty third winter of her life when Naya was out in the forest, scraping yellow lichen off an old oak tree. Her blade slipped and sliced open her finger. The blood oozed out of the wound, crimson rivulets landing on the bark and suddenly she felt potential and vertigo all at once. A surge of something passed through her and in the next moment the youth was on the ground, breathless and blinking up at the canopy of leaves above her. When she looked back to the tree it was utterly engulfed in the fungus and a cluster of nightshade has begun to blossom around it's base.
The magic in her blood had finally awoken, long after she had given up on it.
It was second nature after that to start honing her craft. Sure she fumbled a bit and turned a few more people into toads than she'd originally planned, but her mother's weathered grimoire guided her and by the time her twenty fifth spring came around she's gained quite the reputation for being a talented, albeit strange, alchemist.
Extra: The palms of both of her hands are scarred from all the bloodletting she’s had to do for various spells. Does not go anywhere without her grimoire.
Cash is about average size wise, standing 5’11” and weighing in at a trim 175 pounds. When he isn’t wearing his police uniform his fashion sense is quite questionable, as he has an uncomfortable affinity for old, grungy, worn out t-shirts and holey blue jeans. His voice is a slow baritone, syllables marked very distinctly by a southern drawl. Cash does not have any tattoos or piercings, but he does have a rather large and gnarled looking scar on his right thigh from being shot as a younger officer.
| Scent |
Cash mostly smells like cigarettes, coffee, and pine scented aftershave.
Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Courageous ♦ Jealous ♦ Adaptable ♦ Impatient ♦
Cash has an adventurous spirit, thrives on action, and loves anything that gets his adrenaline up. This of course makes him a bit of a risk taker, which often gets him into sticky situations, but most of the time he can handle them on his own. It also means that he can get bored easily if he feels like he isn't doing something productive. In addition to this Cash can be a bit a sarcastic, with a no nonsense sort of attitude when it comes to people who are breaking the law. He has a soft spot for the little lost lambs of the world and will go out of his way to protect them, albeit gruffly.
He is very physically affectionate to those he cares about deeply and can get jealous over just about anything. Fortunately he knows this about himself and just grits his teeth and bears it whenever the green eyed monster decides to rear its ugly head. His years on the force have acclimated Cash to all sorts of violence and bad situations, so he is not easily grossed out or scared of things that might have the average person running for the hills. He does have an addictive personality though, which is why he does not drink at all. The last thing he needs is another vice to rely on.
He loves his canine partner Marlene and takes her with him almost everywhere.
| Likes |
✔Colorful language
✔ Horror movies with competent protagonists.
✔ Coffee in general. Good, bad, old, cold, burnt, it doesn’t matter, he’ll drink it regardless.
Cash enjoys jogging and can often be seen headed towards Red Lake’s hiking trails with Marlene following close behind. At home he likes to attempt/fail spectacularly at cooking and watching horror movies or trash reality television (though he’ll never admit that last one!).
| History |
Bio: Cash was born to Emily and Forest Callaway, a pair of cattle ranchers living on the plains of central Texas. Growing up the young family never had a lot, but there was food on the table and the little boy always felt safe and loved. Cash adored farm life and all the things that came along with it like chasing chickens, catching frogs, or splashing about in the creek bed. But his favorite thing by far was when his father would take him out into the pasture for target practice.
Cash was far from a natural shot at first. It frustrated him to no end how no matter how steady his breathing or how carefully he peered down the barrel of the pistol, his aim was always comically off. The young boy worked at it day in and day out, but he never seemed to get any better. Then one day his dad brought out his old .22 bolt action rifle. “Let’s give this one a try, hm?” he hummed, carefully pressing the worn firearm into his grip. Cash planted his feet, took aim at the coffee can, exhaled, and pulled the trigger.
Bam!
Bull’s eye.
“That’s my boy,” Forest told him, giving his hair a quick tussle, “I knew you’d get it. You just needed something with a longer barrel. Helps make it feel more like an extension of your arm, or some shit like that. Now come on, little man, supper’s waitin’.”
From then on it was easy for Cash to adjust his aim accordingly when using a pistol and by the time he finished high school he can hit damn near anything he aims to, no matter what sort of firearm he happens to be using. He joins the police academy when he figures out a life in agriculture isn't for him and even though it’s grueling Cash takes to it like a duck to water. He graduates, aces the exams with flying colors, and becomes a fully fledged police officer right as he turns twenty.
He works in the small department without incident for four years before he’s shot through the right thigh on a routine drugs bust.
After a long year of physical therapy and having to retake all of the physical tests required to be an officer, they finally let him rejoin the force. He stays here for another year before his parents retire to Philadelphia and Cash is lucky enough to find an opening in the nearby town of Red Lake. He lives in a tiny house close to the police station and has currently worked at the department for about one year now.
| Family |
Forest Callaway | Father | (72) A gruff, hard working man who has a soft spot for his wife and son and mostly keeps to himself. He just wants Cash to settle down with a nice woman. Or man. It doesn’t matter, just give him a grand baby, gosh darn it!
Emily Callaway | Mother | (61) A sweet lady who does not take anyone’s back sass, she does not share her husband extreme need for grandchildren. She would, however, like to see her son married before she dies, so she sets him up on blind dates frequently, much to Cash’s chagrin.
Marlene | Canine Partner | (3) Marlene loves to chase a good stick. Also, she loves to chase bad guys. She is a mild mannered, friendly creature when not working and is rarely far from Cash’s side.
| Strengths |
Level headed in a crisis
Crack shot
Physically fit
| Weaknesses |
Hot headed when cut off from caffeine and nicotine; he is dependent on them.
Vindictive when wronged
Is prone to leg pain after extended periods of running. He even limps sometimes, if there is a change in the weather.
The Other
| Theme Song |
Polaroid - Imagine Dragons ”I’m a midnight talker I’m an alley walker I’m a day late two face I’m a burn out quick pace.”
Hobbies: Listening to music, watching horror movies, reading, baking, hanging out with friends, target practice, hiking, swimming, basically any outdoor activity.
Personality: Clover is a smart, confident girl who has a hard time leaving her studies long enough to relax. Growing up in a lower middle class family with three other siblings where nothing was handed to her, she is a firm believer in nothing happens unless you make it happen. Clover doesn't have a plethora of friends because of this, but the few she does have she cherishes. When she finally loosens up she is actually quite friendly, albiet with a slightly sarcastic sense of humor. She avoids confrontation like the plague, but can get nasty if she feels like someone is belittling her. She is also a hopeless romantic, but she'll never admit it out loud.
Tattoos/Piercings: "You think I'm going to let somebody come anywhere near me with a needle? No thank you!"
Majoring in College: Double major in Ecology and Wildlife Conservation and is set to graduate in the summer.
Other: Ever since she was a little girl, Clover has always wanted to be a game warden. She was laser focused on her studies through out college, which is one of the main reasons her and her ex broke up, since he felt like she never made enough time for him. She is very insecure about her freckles.
Name: Calliope Cross Nickname: She's been called everything from cantaloupe to kaleidoscope, but she'd rather you just call her by her given name. Age: 26 Height: 5'8” ((About 173 cm)) Weight: 130 lbs. ((About 59 kg))
Likes:"I like cats, dogs, fish, bunnies, frogs, snakes, penguins, basically any sort of animal...What?...oh...What else besides animals? Erm...haha...snow cones are alright, I guess?"
Her job, animals, sewing, horticulture, bad movies, tea, cooking, small spaces, bubblegum, reading, card games, jogging, hugs, the smell of old books, being outdoors, studying, long baths, stuffed animals, cute dresses, dumplings, and preparing for the imminent downfall of human civilization.
Dislikes:"Ummm...I'm not a huge fan of leeks."
Leeks, strangers randomly touching her hair, being cooped up inside all day, curry, hospitals, psychiatrists, needles, cold weather, being cold in general, bullies, waiting in lines, people who are mean to waitstaff, American beer, clowns, magicians, headaches, and the imminent downfall of human civilization (planning for it is fun, but the thought of it actually happening gives her so much anxiety).
Party Trick:"...*fidget fidget*...I can't do anything interesting, why, have you heard something? Move along, please!"
Profession: Works at Shine Aquarium as a dolphin and seal trainer. Studying to become a veterinarian and is set to graduate next summer.
Bio: The first time it happened was the day of her mother's funeral and little Calliope was terrified, because goldfish shouldn't be able to talk, right? But her's did, saying very plainly and clearly, "Feed me, Calliope, feed me!" She ran to tell her father but he dismissed it as a silly game of make believe and didn't give it a second thought at the time.
Of course when she turned ten and was still claiming animals spoke to her it was understandably less charming and more worrisome. Jordan Cross took his daughter to see a psychiatrist and they couldn't quite figure out what the cause for her elaborate delusions were either, but they were able to prescribe numerous medications that helped drown out the voices. Calliope hated them of course, but her father seemed relieved when she stopped talking to the neighbor's iguana, so she kept taking her pills to keep him happy.
School was hard for her due to her bookish nature and as a result she never garnered many friends or suitors. Calliope didn't mind though, she would much rather study animal medical journals and play chess with her father than flounder through small talk with her classmates anyways. She graduated at the top of her class and decided to pursue a career as a veterinarian despite her father's misgivings and enrolled in the local university for the following fall.
It was during this time that Calliope blossomed into a lovely young woman that was no longer riddled with acne and braces, but her social anxiety and skiddish behavior kept her from forming any lasting attachments. She graduated with her bachelor's degree just a few short days before her father passed away suddenly and unexpectedly from a brain aneurysm. Calliope didn't leave the house for weeks, stopped taking her medication, and just when it seemed like everything was getting too much to handle and she was pondering taking drastic measures, she heard a strange voice…
"Shit girl, you lookin' ratchet as hell! When was the last time you ran a comb through yo hair? That old man was dope as fuck but damn girl, you gotta cut that shit out. You're messin’ with my vibe!"
There was no one in the house except for her father’s cat. It seemed like the voices were back.
Sonya coaxed Calliope into showering, then combing her hair, then slapping on some deodorant, and slowly, piece by piece, things started to get better. Calliope had been scared that she would be completely alone without her father, but it seemed that as long as she didn't take her medicine she had found a new friend. So she doesn't refill her prescription and when the semester finished up she transferred to Shine City for a fresh start.
Calliope then bought a small house with the money her father left and her and Sonya took in a stray cat that had been meandering around the garbage bins. Her grades were good, she got a new job at the aquarium, and everything was going well. But here lately, her cats have begun to worry that if they don’t socialize their human soon she would be forever doomed to be a lonely cat lady for the rest of her days...
Other Information
Theme Song:
Pets:
Name: Simon Age: Three Party Trick:"I can complete calculus equations flawlessly without the aid of a calculator. Just imagine what I could accomplish if only I had opposable thumbs."
"Oh yes, purr purr and all that good stuff, old chap."
Theme Song:
Name: Sonya Age: Four Party Trick:"...da faq is wrong with you? I'm a cat, yo, we don't do party tricks! I oughtta scratch the shit outta yo punk ass for asking me some dumb shit like that."
Name: Bickford Beauregard Age: 52 Height: 5'9" Weight: 225ibs Likes: Scantily clad men and women, money, booze, cigarettes, being stingy Dislikes:…everything else Profession: Assistant manager at Club LUSH
Personality/Bio: Bickford grew up in Shiny City with two loving and wealthy parents along with his three older siblings and despite all the odds, he still managed to turn out to be a massive dickhead.
Currently on his seventh marriage, Bickford spends most of his time at the club, where he is surprisingly good at his job. He isn’t well liked by his employees due to his constant crude comments and nagging them to wear more revealing clothing. It is his personal goal to see all Club LUSH’s employees wearing only their skivvies to work.
Name: Cash Daindrich AKA DJ Dangermouse Age: 27 Height: 6'1" Weight: 166 ibs Likes: Cigarettes, sleeping until noon, music, tattoos, being shirtless Dislikes: Women with high pitched voices, coffee, having to wear a shirt Profession: Main DJ at Club LUSH
Personality: When not on stage, Cash comes across as laid back, but aloof towards most people. He doesn't talk much and when he does, it’s usually dripping with sarcasm. That being said, once you get past his gruffness he isn't completely awful to be around, as long as you don't mind him not actually answering when you talk to him. Cash’s DJ personality is still pretty laid back, but he makes up for it with his great intuition when it comes to mixing music. He is always shirtless when working.
Species: Human Gender: Female Birth Date: June 3rd Age: 19 Height: 5'4"
Relatives: Petra Ral - Adoptive Sister Mr. Ral -- Adoptive Father
Current Residence: Survey Corps Baracks Former Residences: The Underground City; Stohess District Occupation: New Survey Corps Member (Currently), Baker (Formerly) Affiliation: Survey Corps; Scout Regiment.
Hair Color: Red Eye Color: Red
Personality: Elena is endlessly curious and quick witted thanks to years of private tutoring and spends a good deal of her spare time curled up in her bunk while pouring over the latest history book that she's managed to get her hands on. Despite this bookish manner, most of her teammates are fond of Mr. Ral's adoptive daughter. She has a friendly disposition and is quick to encourage people when they seem like they need it. Her kindness shouldn’t be mistaken for weakness though, as Elena does not tolerate bullying and will call out anyone she thinks is being a jerk.
Her time spent in the underground has given her a great sense of compassion and when she's not studying Elena loves to help out around the base, whether that means helping bake breads in the kitchen or assisting some of the less affluent recruits with their reading and writing. The one place you will rarely find Elena is the stables. This is because she didn't see a horse up close until after she moved above ground and she believes they look more like beasts than gentle creatures.
To the great dismay of her father, who wants nothing more than to see her and her sister married well, Elena is quite dense when it comes to matters of the heart and doesn’t always notice when she’s being flirted with. Some of the other members of the survey corps have made a game of seeing how outlandish they can make their advances before she notices she’s being hit on. On the rare occasion when she does catch on to their intentions she becomes quite shy and easily flustered.
History: Elena was born into the darkness of The Underground to two black market merchants who did surprisingly well for themselves, despite their circumstances. They traded in all sorts of things ranging from meats to gas and spare parts for omni-directional mobility gear. This kept their pockets somewhat full and their house mostly warm, so Elena felt very blessed. Her parents taught her from a young age the importance of stealth and going unnoticed, knowing that drawing attention to one's self could be a death sentence on the streets beneath the capital city. The young girl learned to blend into a crowd as well as to tread lightly, and if she ever drew the attention of any unsavory types she always manged to lose them just as quickly.
Her luck ran out the year she turned six, when she came home to find both of her parents murdered and all of their wares stolen.
Elena didn't have much time to mourn them however, as she was too busy trying to survive. She was only able to stay in her home two days before it was ransacked by scavengers and she had to flee into the streets. She spent the next two months always staying hidden and under the radar of local gangs while sorting through rubbish bins to find bits of food. One morning when the growling of her stomach became too painful to ignore, she attempted to steal a loaf of bread from a convoy of merchants traveling from Stohess District and heavily guarded by MPs. She was caught of course, and as the Military Police slapped the shackles onto her small wrists, Elena was sure she was going to spend the next few years of her life in prison.
The owner of the bread, a merchant by the name of Mr. Ral, took pity on her and told the guards he wouldn't be pressing charges. Once they released her the merchant told the young girl she could eat until she was full. Elena stuffed handfuls of bread and cured meats into her mouth, answering questions such as, "Where are your parents?" and "Are you all alone?" through sobbing hiccups, until finally the man asked if she'd like to come and live above ground with him and his family.
She agreed in an instant.
It wasn't until later that Elena would learn that the merchant's mercy stemmed from having his own daughter at home, an eight year old girl by the name of Petra with honey colored hair and kind eyes. She had been begging for a little sister and as Mr. Ral had lost his wife a few years earlier, he had been unable to provide her with one.
This event was a major turning point in little Elena's life and from then on she always had a warm bed to sleep in, food in her belly, and plenty of love from both her adoptive father and sister. Mr. Ral insisted that his newest daughter should sit in with Petra whenever their private tutor came by, so she soon learned to read and write as well as maths and the history of Paradis and The Walls. When she was old enough, Elena took over baking the bread and sweet rolls for her father's stall and quickly found that she had a knack for it.
She joined the Survey Corps cadet training program in the middle of her eighteenth year, wanting to follow in the footsteps of her older sister. She completed her training recently to become a fully fledged member of the survey corps.
Abilities: Baking -- Never underestimate the power of a home cooked meal!
Basic Survival Skills -- Her time in the underground helped hone some of Elena's basic skills such as building fires, finding shelter, field dressing wounds, as well as skinning small animals such as rats and feral dogs. If she was ever left alone on the other side of The Walls she would be able to keep herself alive, provided that she doesn't become Titan food, of course.
Stealth -- The skill that she prides herself the most in, Elena is still able to slip through situations unnoticed when she wants to. Some of her teammates have even threatened to tie a bell around her neck so she will stop accidentally scaring them. It is so ingrained in her mannerisms that most of the time she's not even aware of the way her steps don't make any noise or that she's breathing so quietly that it is undetectable except for the gentle rise and fall of her chest.
A Wealth of Knowledge -- Elena has spent countless hours reading different texts and retains a great deal of information that she has learned from them. She greatly admires the great minds like Erwin Smith who excels in battle tactics planning and most recently Armin Arlert, who's quick thinking was the main reason Eren was able to plug the whole in Wall Rose.
