Elora Thorne
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 Elora Thorne |
Description | |||||||||
| Sex: | Female | |||||||||
| Birth Date: | 28/08/1989 | |||||||||
| Archetype: | Faeborn | |||||||||
| Occupation: | Arcanist | |||||||||
| Theme Song: | That's Not My Name | |||||||||
Supernatural OutlookAfter my time playing games, I spent years forcing others to play them. It wasn't by choice, but I didn't hate doing it either. I consider humans to be inferior to supernaturals and don't believe its right to share the supernatural world with humans unless they are going to be serving or dying. I'm not with the Game Masters anymore. When my years of apprenticeship beneath Corina ended, I left them behind, but I still carry some of that worldview with me. |
OverviewI want people to think I'm just some sick in the head girl in Haven with her brother. Not a threat, not a problem, just someone that can be ignored and forgotten. That isn't who I am in actuality. Generally, nothing about me is as it appears. I'm an arcanist and I specialize in illusions. Yet under my glamour, there is a wig and under that wig there is dyed hair. Layer after layer of subtle lie. One day even the real hair will be a lie, when I've fleshcrafted it to look different. A lot of people know me as a skittish person. I'm quick to hide. Quick to run. Yet I'm also serving in the Knights, like I'm some paragon of noble virtues ready to throw away my life to stop an eidolon bent on destruction. I'm not noble or virtuous. I'm strongly defined by my past, driven by it. When I was thirteen, I was abducted to the Other. While there, I was put into games by Game Masters. No one noble or virtuous could have survived the games I played and won. It takes a certain lack of empathy and ruthlessness to survive a game that requires every other competitor to die. I played many games like that. Survived many games like that. Now I have a fairly simple goal in life. To not be watched. | |||||||||
More About MeI'm not a fan of crowds. I hate being watched. I will hurt someone, because of the mere implication that they would like to watch me. I am not a show. I am not a thing for others to be entertained by. | ||||||||||