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looks like the holy ghost is gone

even the angels are losing sleep

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Created on 2011-12-17 00:02:04 (#1138924), last updated 2013-01-13 (644 weeks ago)

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Name:	Ellisae

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BASICS ;;

Name: Ellisae
Class: Fencer
Country: Atsiria
Age:2526 27
Birthdate: December 27, 600 (capricorn)
Family: Mother // Rafene (deceased), Father // Jerm (deceased), Sister // Alexa [29]
Languages: Atsirian [fluent], Trade [fluent], High Atsirian [well]
Mount Name: Briar (horse)
Weapons of Choice: Rapier
Blood Type: B

HISTORY ;;

Ellisae's first memory is of watching her mother mixing absinthe in a crystal goblet, swirling it around, and drinking it. She recalls sitting in a chair in the corner of the great, empty dining quarters in their manse, watching her mother react to the drink. She was three years old, at the time, or so she remembers, or remembers remembering. She never knew whether her mother knew if she was there, or what the circumstances were, or anything aside from the images. She doesn't even remember how she felt. She does, however, know, that when she tries to define herself, her deepest her, for some reason, that memory always comes to mind.

From that event on, her memories become must more clear. She was the second daughter of a wealthy merchant family from Feldri. Her elder sister, Alexa, was outgoing and clever, but Ellisae was neither, and never was. Her sister deigned her a useless playmate early on and ignored her henceforth. They were the only children in the family. Her father was dead, from what, she never knew, and her mother never told her. And her mother ... her mother was busy.

This left Ellisae alone, of course. To her own devices, to reading, to studying, to exploring, to pouring through the many artifacts that came through the basements of their manse ...

Ellisae saw many strange things in those stores. She saw artifacts and weapons, tomes and staves, books on every subject imaginable, from things as innocuous as camel breeding to as terrible as mixing poison and torture techniques. She found herbs and poisons and medicines. She found other things, as well, things terrible and frightening that still haunt her nightmares, sometimes. She found a whole crate filled with carved absinthe bottles, and she started at them for hours. She also found her first sword -- a long steel fencing blade, sharp as anything, with a hilt of silver and diamond and sapphire. Her mother was never observant enough to note when it went missing, and Alexa assumed it had been a gift from her, since she's received a pretty gown and a diamond necklace and earrings about the same time. Ellisae was sure that somewhere along the line, someone did notice, but it was never traced back to her, and so she resolved to stop thinking about it.

That was her first and her last theft.

She trained with that sword nearly every day afterward, forsaking much of the exploration of the hidden vaults, but never forgetting everything she had seen. She learned to fence with grace and dexterity, while Alexa learned to dance and sing and play the harp. Her worth became wrapped up in the sword, and the feats she could perform with it, and if Alexa laughed and called her a boy, she'd long since learned not to care. She never had a teacher, or any instruction at all, but as time went on, she became more and more talented, until the dance she performed was nearly as beautiful as those Alexa did, and she began to grow audiences.

Servants at first, then anyone who happened to be passing close enough to the manse to see her training. Ellisae didn't mind the audiences, nor did she like them. They became simply another part of the routine, and she learned to recognize the faces, though she never acknowleged any of them, even when they tried to speak to her.

Which they did, beginning to fancy it a game, attempting to make her talk, to appreciate the compliments and respond to their questions. The spectators never bothered Ellisae. But the game ... she chose to continnue ignoring them, but her frustration affected her concentration. One particularly bad day, she was nearly about to sheath her sword and turn back inside, when a man shouted at the others to be quiet and simply watch, or go home. The man's voice was commanding and nearly feminine, and the people listened. For the first time, Ellisae addressed one of her spectators, telling the man thank you, before continuing on her training.

It was a beginning. She had known it would be, somehow.

Alexa had men eating from her hands, begging her to make them her husband and consumate their love, and she played with them all in turns, loving the power she gained from it, ruling over all of them like a small Jewel of the Desert. Ellisae and Vaelen's courtship was different. It was quiet, based on companionship and mutual understanding. When they were together, for the first time, Ellisae felt truly alive. When they spoke, her heart sang, and when they made love, every nerve in her body trembled. When he died, she wished that she'd died as well.

Vaelen was one of the first to go, but the sickness swept nearly all the city. The strong and good died with the weak and evil, and Ellisae wished she believed in the Dragons so she could pray for the sickness to reach her, so she could pass to be with Vaelen and the pain would end. But it didn't. Ellisae and Alexa were spared, and somehow, the day when even busy Mother could no longer rise from her bed to work, Ellisae knew that the last life had been taken. She didn't know whether to laugh or weep.

Alexa married one of her many suitors and assumed Mother's power, and she took over trading the things in the vaults of the manse under the cover of darkness for House Vilos. Ellisae thought of Vaelen and death often, but in the end, she simply went back to her sword and the practice yard, which by now was devoid of all the audience. She was wounded, and the wounds healed, in time, for the most part, but they left scars.

Ellisae was no longer simply a second daughter, however. Until Alexa had a daughter of her own who was old enough to understand, Ellisae became a partner. Alexa was not the busy woman her mother was, and she wanted time for her own. Her sister would need to help her. Between the two of them, they built their wealth and power, until, before long, an offer came from King-Regent Thanes for Ellisae to sit on his Council in Razen. Alexa couldn't go, of course, the family belonged to her. So it fell to Ellisae.

When she left Feldri, she packed her sword, a bracelet Vaelen had given her, and a bottle the absinthe. The final is still in the top shelf of her cabinet of her rooms in Razen, undrank, unopened, untouched.

PERSONALITY ;;

One only has to take a look at Ellisae to immediately be discouraged from beginning a relationship with her. The walls she's built up around her are so obvious they may as well be physical. She doesn't appear intimidating, simply entirely unwelcoming, closed, and private.

Ellisae is quite aware that the walls are there; she built them herself, on purpose. The only person ever to chart a path over them was Vaelen. Of course, no one else has tried. Not truly.

Ellisae feels all of her emotions, and feels them strongly, but she hides them in public. Sje wears a mask, a severe, serious, business mask that she has praticed and perfected. In the privacy of her own room, her own journal, and in the conversations with the one person she ever truly trusted, she is honest about how she feels. She refuses to repress her emotions. To hide them is to guard herself. To kill them is to be less human.

However, she has always had a difficult time putting words to emotions, and to establishing thougghts and opinions towards things and people in her own life. She feels, when it comes to herself and her surroundings, she doesn't think.

But when it comes to others issues, broader issues, she is practical and intelligent. While no one would mistake her for clever or shrewd, Ellisae has a forthrightness that most politicians lack, but those she works with have come to value. She only speaks on the Council when she has something important to say, which has made most of them come to value her words.

When she needs to be, she is very assertive, and takes charge in her own quiet way when working with men, especially. She only takes this position, however, when she sees it as needed, perferring to stay in the background and quietly observe.

Ellisae wants her walls to be broken down. She wants someone to love her like Vaelen did again. No one could replace him. She doesn't want a replacement. She simply wants someone else to see through the walls, and know, like Vaelen did, that while she has them there on purpose, her walls are more to keep herself in than to keep others out. Mother was busy, and Alexa was Alexa, and only Vaelen could see that the walls have a door that only opens from the outside.

APPEARANCE ;;

Elissae is strikingly, memorably beautiful, with long, golden hair and eyes of the same colour. Her skin is bronzed from the desert sun, and she has delicate, almost sculpted features. She's slightly tall for an Atsirian woman, nearly as tall as most Atsirian men, and is athletically built from long hours training with her sword.

Her voice is exceedingly quiet, but very memorable, striking. It isn't loud because it doesn't need to be loud.

[[ellisae is playing be northswainglow for himitsu_sensou. her pb is lachesis from mitsuki oosawa's seisen no keifu.]]