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Apr 15, 2021 17:44:35 GMT -6
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Individual
Character's full name: EllaLouise Gartner
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: L
Gender: Female
Age: 36
Date of Birth: 12/12/1981
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Sugarland, TX
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Caucasian/ French, Irish
Appearance
Hair color and style: L's hair is a soft strawberry blonde often pulled into a pony tail or pig tails to get it out of her face. She has bangs. She likes bangs. She thinks they are cute.
Skin Tone: On the paler Side
Eye Color: Light blue with the slightest hint of brown coloration on the inside of the iris.
Height: A towering 4'10
Build: a 12 year old girl type of flimsy
Visible mutation: None
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Her ears were pierced, and thus, they will always be pierced! She has a huge, gaping, open wound on her abdomen which she always hides. It does not appear to bleed, it does not smell, it's just there.
Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style: L likes dresses. Sun dresses, lolita dresses, Ball gowns, frilly is pretty, and long doesn't show off the terrible open wound on her tummy!
Uniform: N/A
Sleepwear: Moo Moos. They are comfy, and they cover things. What's not to like
Miscellaneous clothing: N/A
Character
Personality: Like the darkest of coffees, L's temperament stands on the bitter side. She is a 36 year old with the hormonal balance and body of a 12 year old girl. Things are not okay. People don't treat her like an adult. She hates that. People are taller, stronger, and faster than her. She hates that. You will likely be slightly nicer to her because she looks like a little girl. She hates that about you. Stop, and maybe she will get along with you. Maybe.
Outside of that, she likes simple pleasures. Chocolate is awesome, pretty things are nice to look at. Men are nice to oogle at, if a little confusing as well.
She goes through life always feeling like she's at the edge of some great discovery about herself, her body, her mind, how she works... And it's never there. She's always one step away. It leaves her with an ever nagging sense of emptiness.
She soldiers on boldly, though. Indeed, when she is in a room she likes to command that room. When she in confronted with an obstacle, she likes to BREAK that obstacle. In her mind, she is simply the best thing since sliced bread and you better respect that, or she will probably not do anything more than insult you fiercely, but hey, words hurt.
Hobbies/ Interests: Dresses and clothing. Organizers. Southern Cooking. Reading about social class, socialism, and communism. She likes Philosophy. She figures she has all of the time in the world. Why not get really smart or something? Video games. Board games. Anything she feels like her tiny body won't give her a disadvantage on.
Job or part time job and description: N/A Full time life escapist.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Never growing up(unfortunately she's living that one). Every conversation the second the other person starts to lean down to talk to her. Death. She's been close, and didn't see or feel anything. She's convinced that a death on this earth means nothing afterward. That thought terrifies her. Driving.
Special talents: She can juggle. She actually has a pretty well practiced throwing arm. She's pretty good at organizing a day, and her thoughts. She's a master list writer, and good at making sure the things on those lists get done. At a young age she was tasked with learning the Cello. She still plays today. She is a pretty decent gamer.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral toward good. She wants to do good things, but for slightly selfish reasons. She is totally about herself; it's a bit difficult to think about others a whole lot at her physical age. Even so, her understanding of society and social theory tends to lean her toward wishing for a more altruistic system of society. These two paths of thought wrestle with each other. The well learned 36 year old and the bratty tween in her are at odds when it comes to morality.
Mutations
Mutation description:
EllaLouise Gartner lives in a body that is stuck in it's current state of being permanently. She cannot be harmed in any way, be it through crushing, stabbing, exploding, poisoning, dousing in acid, suffocation, etc. She is indestructible. Sounds great, right?
Not so much. She is this way because her body saved her in a state of near death after a terrible accident. Because of the nature of this accident, and how it activated her abilities, she is stuck with that power on for the rest of her life. This means she is also frozen in the exact same form and state she was in when it activated. L will be stuck in the body of a fatally wounded 12 year old for as long as she lives. To make things worse, she was on the tail end of a cold when her power kicked in.
Strengths: She cannot die! Try as you might, nothing will harm her more than she is already harmed. No matter how much she eats, she doesn't gain weight. She doesn't lose weight.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
She has the combat effectiveness of a 12 year old. Because of her mutation she cannot gain muscle mass. She is presently fatally wounded, so if she should come into contact with an adapted, she will immediately pass out from pain and blood loss. She always feels just a little groggy, like one feels just after being sick. Sometimes she gets the sniffles during stressful situations.
She has all of the disadvantages of being a child on the brink of young adulthood. Hormonal mood
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: She's not even close to strong. the average person could take on two of her in an arm wrestling match, and maybe ask for a third or fourth to join after boredom sets in. She isn't so fast on a straightaway, though her smaller mass in easier to fling to the side if evasive maneuvers are requires. She is rather flexible, and a decent climber. Lots of oak trees down south.
Fighting Style: Rely heavily on the fact that she can't be killed. Go for vulnerable areas. Scream in frustration if someone is actually good at fighting. Throw things at people after you try to run away.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Uh... Not a whole lot going for her, here. Knives might make her more effective, but she doesn't really know how to fight yet, per se.
History Of Your Character
October 10th, 1993. It was a dark and stormy night, The Gartner family, Melissa, Erickson, and the little jewel EllaLouise, Were driving home from an estate dinner. Erickson was having a little trouble driving in the weather; his glasses had fallen off at the party, and the damned server had accidentally stepped on them. They happened upon a bit of a turn in the road, when EllaLouise happened to ask her dear old papa an innocent question. What was it, now? The question skips the mind in light of the answer. He looked back to answer, and lost their place on the road just long enough to drive right into the metal median.
The question is still lost, but the answer? Because life isn't always fair, dear.
Police arrived hours later, after a terrible accident had been reported. One look at the scene, and they knew there could be no survivors. That's why it was so surprising when they heard the little girl screaming in the back.
L survived that night, though her survival defied explanation. Her parents didn't make it. She was alone, though left with a notable inheritance from a rather well off family, and two solid life insurance policies. She was left in the care of disinterested relatives who were more than willing to ignore her in their house for a steady stipend, and a terrible, open wound that drove her to a more private living arrangement.
It wasn't long before she noticed something, aside from the obvious, was going on. She didn't burn her mouth when she sipped on soup that was too hot. She tripped and fell, and never once had a scraped knee. She jumped out of her window on a foolish dare to herself and didn't break a single limb. Something amazing was going on... but something was wrong. Her friends at the all girls academy were getting... taller. She didn't grow. Certain things started happening for them that didn't happen for her... Maybe she was a late bloomer?
Four years of being a late bloomer, and her friends started to move on. People started to wonder what was wrong with her. Was it because of the accident? It stunted her growth? Whispers when she walked to the room started to get more bold. Messages left on her locker bore the word 'freak'.
She eventually came to the conclusion that she desperately needed to get out of Texas.
So, when she turned 18 she sold ma and pa's sacred family estate for a cool 2 million and moved to New York! And it was terrible. How could she have thought it was a good idea to move to a place with more people in it? Still, she had spent all of the money that was safe to spend, and, being the incredible shut in she'd become in the years since the crash, was perfectly content to spend most of her time in her new little house, order in groceries, and ignore the world.
She managed to live through her baneful existence through escapism and largely avoiding the world until one day, at the ripe age of 36, she walked into a bank...
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Puck
Where did you learn about this site?: Google, a billion years ago >.>
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Saph, and Roach
Sample RP:
"Hey there, sweety, this is the line for a teller. Where are your pa-" Ohhhh boy, here we go again. This was why she didn't like public places.
"Excuse me?"
The reaction was in her nature by now. This poor lady didn't necessarily do anything wrong by reaching out to the adorable little girl standing in the queue at a fairly swanky New York bank, but by gosh little Ellalouise Gartner was going to punish her good deed!
"I-"
Name tag... Name tag. Where is the name tag.
"My name isn't sweety... DEBRA. And I know exactly where I am right now. Do you?"
She probably knew where she was. She worked here. Way to screw it up, L, you're totally losing momentum.
"Of cour- Little girl, I'm going to have to ask you to-"
The lady was reaching for her now. She had to do something to re-assert that moment of authority she'd created when she'd interrupted Deb... Debbie? She looked more like a Deb.
"No- I- hey!"
She yanked her arm away from the perfume drenched bank employee's grasping digits, and stomped her foot down. "I've got money in this bank, and I'm here to see a @#$^ing teller. Mind your own business you ugly hag! You smell like you tried to replace a shower with Cheep Jovan Musk!" A teller was open. She turned without another word and made a beeline for the open booth.
Deb moved to follow, but slowed to a stop when the girl pulled out her card and started her transaction. She looked around for a moment, and then went back to presumably make someone else's day worse.
The teller looked at her with a sort of bewildered look, which only grew as she produced identification. It was the same old story she always watched play out. The man looked at her ID, looked at her. Looked at the ID to make sure it was real. Looked at her again. Blinked. AAAAND she chimed in, because she was tired of the questions they always asked next. "Yes, it's real, !@#hole, and yes, I am 36 years old. You want a @#$^ing dated birth certificate?"
The man stared for another moment, and then got to typing. "Uhhh... Sorry, kid, looks like the account is frozen."
She started speaking before the whole statement registered in her mind.
"I'm not a k- What? What do you mean frozen?"
... Frozen. what?!
"Uh... Lemme see... The account trustee has put a hold on the account."
@#$^ing Aunt EDNA?![i/] She'd poked her weedy little head into L's business just a couple of months ago. The old bag had left in a huff after she saw the condition of the place.
"Are you serious?! I- I want to speak to a manager!"
The man shied back for a moment, and then shrugged, reaching up to call someone forward. Finally, they would get this all cleared up. This was her money. Aunt Edna hadn't had a say about it since before she was 18.
EllaLouise turned, her grumpy, yet slightly triumphant facial expression dropping flat when her eyes landed on a less than amused floor manager.
@#$%ing Deb.
Indeed, dear father. Life really isn't always fair.
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