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− | How many times had this phrase passed duteously from her lips? How many times had she, with sword aimed at the throat of her enemies, parroted these words before delivering a fatal blow? Though native to a territory subjugated by the Empire, Elaine had once lived and breathed solely for the will of the Emperor. Through her unwavering devotion and steely resolve on the battlefield, she earned not only the respect of her comrades but also the eye of her Legatus Legionis. It was a surprise to few then, when she was elevated to the position of Primus pilus, tasked with commanding a legion's first cohort. She carried out the role with | + | How many times had this phrase passed duteously from her lips? How many times had she, with sword aimed at the throat of her enemies, parroted these words before delivering a fatal blow? Though native to a territory subjugated by the Empire, Elaine had once lived and breathed solely for the will of the Emperor. Through her unwavering devotion and steely resolve on the battlefield, she earned not only the respect of her comrades but also the eye of her Legatus Legionis. It was a surprise to few then, when she was elevated to the position of Primus pilus, tasked with commanding a legion's first cohort. She carried out the role with both an iron fist and a bloodied blade, respected of her subordinates and feared by all those who would oppose the Empire. |
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+ | A dispute with the Praefectus changed all of this in but a moment. She had been called to advance her men onto a territory that was proving resistant to the Empire's rule. A primarily residential territory with a small band of rebels leading the struggle. Her intention had been to settle the matter swiftly and with minimal casualties, making an example of their leaders to their followers thus quelling their insurgence. The Praefectus has other ideas. He had demanded all be put down--woman, child, elderly--it made no difference, and her men were all but eager to oblige. Witnessing the carnage that day changed something within her--made her truly question the intentions of the Empire she served. So amidst the cries of terror and the ringing of clashing weapons, she laid down her blade. | ||
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+ | She was harshly punished for her inaction: Both hands nearly severed from her body, leaving her unable to ever again carry a sword as she was thrown the the wayside: left behind. Had she not been found days later by a small band of conjurers, she would have been lost. Thus was she left without a title, home, or purpose. Even her name did she give up, in favor of the moniker, "Elaine Ellesmere". Replacing her killing blade, with a healing staff she vowed to right the many wrongs she had done--to give life rather than take. But with a past as dark as her own, the odds were scarce that she'd ever be fully able to escape the shadows of her deeds. | ||
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"We are the Hand, We are the God".
How many times had this phrase passed duteously from her lips? How many times had she, with sword aimed at the throat of her enemies, parroted these words before delivering a fatal blow? Though native to a territory subjugated by the Empire, Elaine had once lived and breathed solely for the will of the Emperor. Through her unwavering devotion and steely resolve on the battlefield, she earned not only the respect of her comrades but also the eye of her Legatus Legionis. It was a surprise to few then, when she was elevated to the position of Primus pilus, tasked with commanding a legion's first cohort. She carried out the role with both an iron fist and a bloodied blade, respected of her subordinates and feared by all those who would oppose the Empire. A dispute with the Praefectus changed all of this in but a moment. She had been called to advance her men onto a territory that was proving resistant to the Empire's rule. A primarily residential territory with a small band of rebels leading the struggle. Her intention had been to settle the matter swiftly and with minimal casualties, making an example of their leaders to their followers thus quelling their insurgence. The Praefectus has other ideas. He had demanded all be put down--woman, child, elderly--it made no difference, and her men were all but eager to oblige. Witnessing the carnage that day changed something within her--made her truly question the intentions of the Empire she served. So amidst the cries of terror and the ringing of clashing weapons, she laid down her blade. She was harshly punished for her inaction: Both hands nearly severed from her body, leaving her unable to ever again carry a sword as she was thrown the the wayside: left behind. Had she not been found days later by a small band of conjurers, she would have been lost. Thus was she left without a title, home, or purpose. Even her name did she give up, in favor of the moniker, "Elaine Ellesmere". Replacing her killing blade, with a healing staff she vowed to right the many wrongs she had done--to give life rather than take. But with a past as dark as her own, the odds were scarce that she'd ever be fully able to escape the shadows of her deeds.
Eyes the color of a stormy ocean, Elaine's stares are intense and soul-stripping. Often straight-faced, tight lipped frowns and furrowed brows on occasion cloud her fair complexion while the corners of her mouth turns down in dissatisfaction and questioning. Well-built if not dainty in stature, she prefers her old military uniform over other pieces of clothing, giving her an unapproachable look. Passing her in the small confines of taverns, she is unlikely to acknowledge other people.
Aspects That Stand Out:
- Stoic: A veritable fortress of callous repose, few have had the pleasure of seeing her smile--or expressing any reaction other than dutiful compliance.
- Contemplative: She chooses her words carefully and after some thought. When she isn't speaking, she's taking in her surroundings. - Nurturing: Elaine does not care for company, be they man or beast. However, those that have found themselves under her care find her to be doting to a fault and unduly protective of her charges. - Confidential: Elaine's business is her own business. Don't ask, she won't tell. Ask, and she still won't tell. But if you give up your business, it stays with her. - Mellow: Only under dire circumstances will she raise her voice. - Empathetic: Deeply does she feel the pain of those who are suffering. When it is within her power, she readily offers her aide. - Unfiltered: Rarely and with those that have gained her trust, she will speak impulsively, uttering the first thought that crosses her mind. - Naive/Awkward: Despite her outwardly rigid nature, she is unskilled at dealing with the delicate emotions of others. Not only is she unable to accurately discern between a joke and a serious statement, she readily grows flustered when it becomes evident she has been fooled. - Militaristic: As a former conscript of the Garlean army, she still finds herself defaulting to following orders without question and categorizing those around her as either ally, foe, or civilian.
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