Eloise Faughm

Eloise Faughm Dec 4, 2019 15:21:49 GMT

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Post by Eloise Faughm on Dec 4, 2019 15:21:49 GMT

Eloise Faughm

Hunter - ★ - Milestone Rank 0 - Wealth Stage 3

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Basic Information

Alias: Ellie
Age: 21
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height: 158cm
Weight: 48kg
Hair: Brownish-black hair, naturally curls
Eyes: Inquisitive albeit cold blue
Skin and Scars: Numerous small scars and marks from various injuries

Details

Eloise is short and slender with an unkempt appearance. She wears well-fitting glasses and is never without her firefly earings, which constantly glow a charming orange. It's clear by the lacksadasical way she wears her clothes and presents herself that she cares very little for how others see her. Loose clothes hide whatever womanly assets she possesses; wide-brimmed hats and hoods grant her that slight anonymity she thrives in. Her favourite attires are conservative robes or boyish shirts and shorts. Despite this, Eloise is an attractive woman that would prefer if no one acknowledged such a thing. She carries with her an earthy smell - unless she had been handling animals beforehand. It's not unusual for her to stink of wet dog.

Personality

"People are complicated. They lie and conspire.
Animals aren't nearly as malignant."

Positives and Likes

✔ Studious ⤊ Animals
✔ Attentive ⤊ Monsters
✔ Reasonable ⤊ Coffee
✔ Down-to-Earth ⤊ Solitude
✔ Assertive ⤊ Note-taking

Negatives and Dislikes

✖ Judgemental ⤋ People
✖ Unkempt ⤋ Spicy Food
✖ Irritable ⤋ Personal Questions
✖ Smug ⤋ Humiliation
✖ Outspoken ⤋ Animal abuse

Behaviour

Eloise adores animals. All animals. Whether it be her house pets, farm animals or mutated creatures bound for research, Eloise loves them all. She treats them with respect and understanding, using learned methods of calming and carrying treats at all times to reward good behaviour. If not outside on business, she's watching birds and feeding strays. This love brings forth a protective instinct in Eloise, who tries her best to keep animals safe. Even if they're threatening her own life, their safety concerns her more than her own. In this world, she understands that the slaughter of monsters isn't something she can prevent. It hurts her, but it'd be foolish to allow a creature to end innocent lives if it cannot be repelled another way.

This adoration is just the opposite of her feeling toward humans. Their two-faced and unpredictable nature are, for Eloise, impossible to understand. And thus, impossible to relate to. They manipulate and exploit, destroy nature and slaughter wildlife. They are naturally evil. Eloise tries to keep this attitude to herself, to keep herself out of trouble, but when stressed or upset, Eloise can be deceptively loud. She understands that 'not everyone' is a nasty liar, but without any way to tell, Eloise believes it's better off not risking it.

Fighting. Eloise dislikes fighting. She's trained for a long time with twin weapons, designed to keep aggressors at bay from many angles. With animals, at least, she has an understanding of how she could repel them. Even with monsters, she can provide insights and use her good awareness of her surroundings to prepare traps and such. Preparedness is key, regardless of the opponent.

History

Born to a humble family of bog farmers, Eloise had close contact with creatures at a young age. Her childhood home in Fumehat was stuffy and cosy, hot and damp with swamp air and muck caking the floors. It wasn't the cleanest house. But it was home and Eloise loved it. She learned at an early age how fascinating animals were when her parents, for her birthday, bought their little girl a tiny black dog. Day in and day out, Eloise would play with the pup, finding books in the sparse library on how to care for pets. Bathing it, teaching it tricks, walking it. Even the unpleasant bits of owning a pet, she would handle them with the adamant attitude of being its owner, accepting no help.

Despite her meagre allowance and pittance of space, Eloise began to accumulate other animal friends. Smaller ones, like bog ants and a bird a foreign miner was too old to take care of anymore. She found the comfort of her room, never truly quiet, to be utterly peaceful. And, like a gift of the Gods, Eloise had a 'way' with these creatures. They seemed to like her, enjoyed her presence and followed her about the house. Her mother banned her from entering the kitchen in case the field mice invaded their pantry. But an affinity does not qualify as a divine gift. The true gift was the Vel Power Eloise discovered one fateful day.

She had wandered into the swamps, looking for some rare fauna, when a Beast appeared. It had a crown of jagged horns, walked on six strong legs and the eyes Eloise recognised as a starving predator. When it spotted her from beneath the swamp froth, it snapped a long-snouted jaw with rows and rows of ferocious teeth. She would find out later that this creature was some kind of mutated alligator. However, at that moment, the teenager was more concerned with escaping alive. It shouldn't be difficult to outrun a short monster- Her heart leapt and her body seized as the Beast darted through the muck like an arrow through the air. A roar sounded as its gaping maw reeled open. Eloise shut her eyes, unable to run, unable to scream. She thought about how her parents would be wondering where she went. How she'd never see her mother stitching up old clothes again. Never see her father's toothy grin. In her mind, Alto, her faithful hound, nosed his dinner bowl and slumped beside it, looking longingly toward her. No. No, she couldn't die here. Not here. Not now!

"Stop!" She commanded; a hand was outstretched and tingled powerfully. At least if it took her arm, it would have something to chomp on, giving her time to run. But the bestial jaws never clamped down. Never severed tendon and muscle. Eloise opened her eyes and widened them to the size of moons when she saw what was before her. The monster stood there, but a short stride away. It stared. Docile. Its snout pushed hot air against Eloise's exposed palm and she scrambled back. This was her chance! Getting to her feet, Eloise darted behind a tree before peeking back at the beast. It was sitting on its hind legs, gazing off into the distance. The hunger was gone from its eyes. The aura of death fading. Resting there it looked like any other animal - minus the hideous Daybreak mutations. Eloise blinked and, after a moment of deciding whether risking her life for this was worth it, fished out a muddy notebook and worn pencil. She went crazy with her notes; though the biggest question in her mind was why did it stop? Why didn't it kill her? Did it have something to do with how she screamed at it? The weird tingling feeling in her hand when she did?

Near her part of the city there was a helpful library with resources for the little girl to learn more about the critters of the world. Upon reading the wonderful differences and similarities and tiny, trivial details, Eloise realised her passion. One morning, meeting her parents in the kitchen for breakfast, their timid, bespectacled daughter spoke with more resolve and determination than ever before.

"Mama! Papa! I'm going to study animals and become a vet!"

Though they expected Eloise to take up the family business, the hard-working couple couldn't simply dismiss the strength of her voice or the light of her grin. After some conversation, they agreed to send her to Vantalux, where she could be schooled. At least there she could be provided with the opportunity she wanted when such a thing is lost in Fumehat. So began the move. Eloise spent the next month or so packing, preparing, paying and finally travelling to Vantalux. She very sadly had to leave her pets behind. All except Alto, her faithful dog. At age sixteen, Eloise had entered one of the cities esteemed schools, brimming with excitement. However, she was told that they couldn't accept someone without any identification, any qualifications or any previous education. Eloise was heartbroken and humiliated. Cruel, and notably rich, students jeered at her as she skulked away. Suddenly, the young lady felt very alone. And very unsafe. None of them had planned for this eventuality. How stupid, she thought, how stupid could she be? That's when the sheerest proof of divine providence whistled through the wind. A flier, advertising the city's Hunter organisation flapped past and caught on Eloise's leg. Wiping a tear and giving thanks to the Gods, the young lady bounded to the headquarters of the Hunters.

What followed in the next five years are, to you, unimportant.

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