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[ Name ] Charlotte Rae Merlo[ nickname(s) ] Charlie, Lottie
[ Age ] Twenty-seven years old
[ date of birth ] July 27th, 1986
[ city of birth ] Sicily, Italy
[ Gender ] Feminine {Cisgender}
[ sexuality ] Heterosexual {Attracted both romantically and sexually to the opposite sex/gender}
[ relationship status ] Single {Open}
[ Affiliation ] Blood Gang
[ rank ] Lead Guard
[ Appearance ] (view spoiler) Soft and long, her light brown hair compliments her features dearly. A fair-skinned, round face holds all of her grandiose features. Intense hazel eyes are framed by thick dark lashes, which in turn are topped by defined eyebrows. There are two beauty marks on her face, one near her right eye and one on her lower left cheek. She stands at the relatively tall height(for a girl) of 5'9" and weighs roughly 145lbs. Her button nose and voluptuous lips are her most notable features.
[ face claim ] Lana Del Rey
[ height ] Five feet, nine inches
[ weight ] 145 pounds
[ eye color ] Hazel
[ hair color ] Light brown
[ distinguishing markings ] A beauty mark on her right cheek near her eye and one on her left cheek, closer to her lips and nose.
[ Personality ] Charlotte is a clever one, but her tone is usually sarcastic. She usually acts conceited and superior, arrogance clear in her words. Despite her threatening nature, she's very mature and sophisticated- in speech. Otherwise she just seems very rude and nasty.
While this may be true, it's usually because she speaks her mind without a second thought. This makes her rather inconsiderate. Though she may seem like nothing more than a harsh bitch, when it comes to children or the weak(given they are on her side) she can be very motherly. She doesn’t show it around equals or superiors, however.
[ likes ] Thunderstorms, fighting, drinking, being alone
[ dislikes ] Bugs, whiny people, people who can give it out but can’t take it
[ strengths ] Hand-to-hand combat, lying, using weaponry
[ weaknesses ] Men, being under pressure, alcohol, [most likely] Magic
[ History ]
Drugs. High speed chases. Addictions. Murder. Didn’t everyone’s dad do that kind of stuff?
Charlotte grew up on the island Sicily, Italy. Her mother was the girlfriend(later wife) of a member of the Sicilian Mafia. Charlie was born only a year after her parents met, and despite the gang bullshit they figured it was best for the two to marry, and so they did.
Charlotte didn’t know what her father did at first; her mom’s excuse for his constant absence was that he was on “business trips”. Charlie believed such, however, since she was only a child after all.
As all good children, she was sent to school, and she had some...problems. Sure, she had friends. Or should I say friend. That particular friend (whose name will not be disclosed for safety reasons) was bullied...a lot. And Charlie found herself sticking up for said friend almost always. She seemed to always find the least peaceful way to resolve things; with her fists. And so this continued, "suspension" the most common word in her school's vocabulary.
When Charlotte was 18, her father was caught in a shootout during a drug deal. Some idiot, either a part of the deal or not, had called the cops. Before the cops showed up, however, someone found out and thus began the pulling out of guns. Her father was shot eight times by an unknown man. After his death, Charlie and her mother moved to New York, away from the drama and murder. Charlotte and her mother lived a relatively normal American life. Well, until Charlotte assaulted someone in a gas station. She moved across the country and got caught up in the Blood vs. Bone business.
[ family ] Her father was a mobster from Sicily. He is deceased. Her mother currently lives in New York, unaware of her only child’s actions. Charlie no longer contacts her mother.
[ mode of transportation ] A white Chrysler 300C. Stolen, probably.
[ other ] She speaks English as well as Italian and has a very thick Italian accent.
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☲ Pʀᴏɴᴜɴᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 〈〈〈 AL-i-sən 〉〉 MAD-ə-lin 〉〉 kə-SAN-drə 〉〉 DAW-sən 〈〈〈
☲ Mᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ:
➥ Alison (one 'l' only) is a Norman French diminutive of Aalis (Alice). It was common in England and France in the Middle Ages, and was later revived in the 20th century. Aalis, Alice, is the short form of Adelais, itself a short form of the Germanic name Adalheidis (Adelaide). This name became popular in France and England in the 12th century. It was borne by the heroine of Lewis Carroll’s ‘Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland’ (1865) and ‘Through the Looking Glass’ (1871). Rarely anybody calls Ellie by Alison, since they are usually told that her name is Ellie.
➥ Madeline is the English form of Magdalene. This is the name of the heroine in a series of children’s books by Ludwig Bemelmans, first published 1939. The name Magdeline was from a title which meant “of Magdala”. Mary Magdalene, a character in the New Testament, was named thus because she was from Magdala - a village on the Sea of Galilee whose name meant “tower” in Hebrew. She was cleaned of evil spirits by Jesus and then remained with him during his ministry, witnessing the crucifixion and the resurrection. She was a popular saint in the Middle Ages, and the name became common then. In England it is traditionally rendered Madeline, while Magdalene or Magdalen is the learned form.
➥ Cassandra was derived from the Greek Κασσανδρα (Kassandra), which possibly meant “shining upon man”, and derived from κεκασμαι (kekasmai) "to shine" and ανηρ (aner) “man” (genitive ανδρος). In Greek myth Cassandra was a Trojan princess, the daughter of Priam and Hecuba. She was given the gift of prophecy by Apollo, but when she spurned his advances he cursed her so nobody would believe her prophecies. In the Middle Ages this name was common in England due to the popularity of medieval tales about the Trojan War. It subsequently became rare, but was revived in the 20th century.
➥ Dawson is a surname meaning “son of David”. This name was popularized in the late 1990s by the television drama ‘Dawson’s Creek’.
☲ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs: 〈〈〈 Ellie 〉〉 Maddy 〉〉 Cassey 〈〈〈
➥ Given to her by Evan, Ellie uses her nickname, Ellie, as her official name. She uses it when she’s out on the streets advertising herself and in every other situation. She has used it so often that it’s become her name already, and can’t even remember the last time she’s really heard somebody call her by her first name.
➥ Maddy, which is a nickname given to her by Oliver, was derived from Madeline, Ellie’s middle name. He didn’t get why Evan called her Ellie (“because it’s ‘Alison’, not ‘Ellison’”) so he decided to call her Maddy instead. After Oliver died, nobody ever called Ellie Maddy again.
➥ Evan’s favorite nickname for Ellie is Cassey, which he made out of Cassandra. Ellie had never liked the ‘Cassandra’ in her name, which was why Evan decided to use Cassey instead of Ellie. Nobody besides Evan has ever called Ellie Cassey, and she would kill anybody who tries to.
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☲ Aɢᴇ: Fourteen
⊱ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ: 8th March
⊱ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ: Pisces (♓) (view spoiler)
⊱ Cɪᴛʏ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ: Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Rothenburg, Germany
☲ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
⊱ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Bisexual
☲ Aғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Civilian
⊱ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Out-for-hire ranger
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☲ Fᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: Ellie from The Last of Us
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↳ Ellie’s days out traveling with the Sullivan father and son have toned her into a fighter’s build. She may be quite short, and quite small, but Ellie is as fast as a bullet. Her limbs are not roped with muscle, but their quick enough to block attacks and make some of her own. The faint traces of these battles can be seen on her fair skin if one looks close enough, small bruises that haven’t faded, scars that are etched upon her skin. They say she’s a little too young to bear those scars, but Ellie reckons she’s fine. Her pale green eyes can tell anyone that. While she uses them, along with the rest of her face, to fake an innocent expression to draw attackers in sometimes, her eyes usually glint with a tough, unbreakable look. Maybe it’s the side effect of living so long with an arrogant teenage boy. Because, living with the Sullivan “brothers” caused Ellie to pick up some boyish traits to her attitude and she mostly has a boyish sense of style. Maybe she would have cut her auburn hair short if Evan hadn’t told her he liked long hair better.
☲ Dᴇᴛᴀɪʟs:
➥ Hᴀɪʀ Pɪɢᴍᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Auburn
➥ Eʏᴇ Pɪɢᴍᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Pale, green eyes
➥ Sᴋɪɴ Tᴏɴᴇ: Fair, with some freckles
➥ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Slightly skinny
➥ Aʟᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ: 5’3 ft (160 cm)
➥ Pᴏɴᴅᴇʀᴏsɪᴛʏ: 110 lbs
➥ Pᴏsᴛᴜʀᴇ: Kyphotic
➥ Dᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴛ Hᴀɴᴅ: Right hand
➥ Dɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜɪɴɢ Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: The scar above her right eyebrow and the curved scar on her right forearm (view spoiler)
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Ellie has a very rowdy personality and has almost no limitations as to her vocabulary. She has no hesitations when spitting out a curse word, whatever it is, and doesn’t give a damn about what the other person thinks of her. Growing up in a ruthless world has done that to Ellie. She and her loved ones always come first, and she’ll do anything to keep them safe. If she needs to save either the world or her best friend, the world “can go to Hell”. She’s not a superhero or terrorist, she doesn’t care about the “greater good”; all she ever wants is for her “family” to be safe. The only reason why she’ll go ahead and risk her life for the world and the strangers is because it means peace and protection for her “family”.
But now, she’s on her own, so she’s the priority in her life. And she’ll do whatever it takes to survive. If it means killing someone, she’ll do it without a second’s hesitance. It’s true that Ellie doesn’t hold back in a fight, whoever her opponent is, if something important to her, especially if it’s her priority, is at risk. If food and money is guaranteed in exchange for somebody’s dead body, why not? It’d be easy, wouldn’t it? Just sneak in and fire the gun, then run out of there like your life depends on it (because it really does).
She doesn’t really have an interest in gangs, though she does envy that gang members have each other to rely on, just like she did back in the past. Sometimes she’d just stand and watch in the dark corner as gang members team together and take down their target. She knows it’d be much easier for her to complete jobs with the help of others, but she’s afraid. She’s afraid of being accepted, then forgotten, like she never even existed. She afraid that they have their own priorities, and that joining them will only make it easier for them to take her out. And she’s afraid of letting them get too close, because in her world crumbled and shattered her to pieces when the Sullivan “brothers” died, when she held Evan in her arms as he bled to death in front of her eyes. Maybe she’ll be scared, maybe she’ll have nightmares every night when she’s alone, but at least it doesn’t hurt as much as losing someone she loves again.
With the people she loves, she’s hypocrite. Ellie doesn’t give a damn about the people that aren’t in her list of priorities, but will give her whole world to the ones she loves. When with them, she hardly complains about doing what they like to do or being afraid of doing something that they want to do. But with strangers or the people she doesn’t care about, she’d gladly air her thoughts about how stupid everything is to her--and not exactly in the politest language.
Besides that she now swears like a sailor, Ellie has changed a lot from her past self to the person she is now. When she was much younger, before her parents ditched her on the streets in their runaway, Ellie was a soft and sweet young girl--the girl she acts like to fool gangsters. After living on her own--and nearly starving to death--and then taken in by the Sullivan father and son, however, Ellie grew to become an impatient and stubborn girl who prefers to take matters into her own hands rather than waiting for someone who’s never going to come to do the job for her. The downside of living with two very violent men is that Ellie has grown to be violent and unforgiving as well. She doesn’t let things slip easily, especially when she’s offended, and will go lengths just to get her sweet revenge.
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☲ Tʀᴀɪᴛs:
➥ Tough and brave
➥ Impatient and stubborn
➥ Blunt and sarcastic
➥ Violent and unforgiving
➥ Very, very, vulgar
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➥ All horses, regardless of breed
➥ High-tech weaponry and cars
➥ Chocolate, which also calms her down along with coffee
➥ Books, especially the ones from the early twenty-first century
➥ Campfires--period, no questions
☲ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:
➥ Distractions (she'd gladly get rid of them)
➥ Nonsensical things
➥ "Greater good people"
➥ Cowards
➥ Anybody who hurts or insults her "family"/priorities
➥ The cold
☲ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs:
➥ Her stubbornness is a strength when what she intends to do is right (and the opposite when what she intends is wrong)
➥ Her toughness prevents her from breaking down easily
➥ She knows how to forget other people and protect herself (it depends on the situation to see if that's a good thing or bad thing, though)
☲ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs:
➥ Monophobia (fear of being alone)
➥ Athazagoraphobia (fear of being forgotten)
➥ Her impatience, it makes her ignore common sense once in a while
➥ Her vulgarity since it tends to get others angered at her
➥ Her self-destructive ways (example, she insults somebody and makes them go away, while what's she's afraid of ultimately is being alone)
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Drugs, money, alcohol, whatever. Ellie grew up pressing her hands against her ears and trying to sleep while somebody pounded on the front door demanding that her parents pay their money back. Her parents were drug dealers and alcoholics, always drunk and crazy. Whenever they got their pay, they would immediately spend it all gambling, or at the night club, or buying cigarettes. Sometimes they wouldn’t be able to restrain themselves, and they would resort to loaning money if they couldn’t get enough cash fast enough. Ellie tried to stop them from spending all of it away in just one day, buying whatever rubbish they wanted, but they wouldn’t listen. They’d never listened to her, all they did was slap her away and lock her in the cupboard. Unlike the other children, the ones who she watched from the windows, who had money to buy new toys and clothes, Ellie had no toys at all and the only clothes she had owned was a simple and plain dress.
Ellie wanted to play with the rest of the children, but her parents forbade her, in case she spread around any stories of how their business. So for the first six years in her life, Ellie sat in the corner, watching her parents waste their lives away while she battled hunger and loneliness. But one day, she woke up in the kitchen corner, just like every other morning, to see that her parents had gone. She waited through the morning, and the afternoon, and the evening and till the next day, but they never came back. Soon, the poundings on the door stopped too. And finally, for the first time in her life, Ellie exited the house. She knocked on her neighbors’ doors, but they all shunned her away. So she stumbled back to the house and sat at the window, waiting for somebody to come. She waited and waited and waited until a knock on the door came. It was a police officer of sorts, and she was just checking if everything was fine because the house seemed unusually quiet for a few days. The police officer found Ellie sleeping in the corner alone and took her to the orphanage.
At the orphanage, Ellie made a few friends, but most of them sneered at her for her lack of knowledge. She could hardly talk because of the little teaching she had as a child and could barely walk either. Her friends would teach her how to read and walk, but soon, all of them were gone. Adopted or transferred for any reason. And Ellie was alone. The caretakers gave her some clothes and better food than her parents ever did, and she was grateful, but somehow she knew she wasn’t getting anywhere if she stayed in the orphanage. Or if she stayed in the town, even. The town she lived in was a town tucked away into the shadows, somewhere nobody would notice even if it went down in flames. During the days, it was rather peaceful, but as night came, gangs and gangsters would pick wars with each other, sometimes killing a bunch of civilians in the process. Watching from her bedroom window every night, Ellie soon grew tired of the town after four years in the orphanage. So she decided one day, that she was going to leave.
Packing her things and stealing some weapons--actually just two switchblades and a bow plus some arrows--from here and there, Ellie knew it was the right choice to make. Or she just hoped so. She, like every other kid, wished to be special. And in this town, she would never be special. Maybe an exceptional gangster, but nobody even noticed that town anyway. So when nobody was looking her way, she snuck out of the orphanage and made a run for it, towards God knew where.
She’d learned a fair amount of things in the orphanage. At least they had the decency to teach the orphans a few survival and defense skills in case the kids got caught up in a gang fight accidentally. Ellie put these skills to work as she hunted her own food, cooked it, and snuck her way through towns and forests. But how would a tiny and shivering cold--it was winter--ten-year-old fare against three large men when they were starving and were practically going crazy for the meat in her hands? Well, they decided to beat her senseless and throw her about until a pair of men marched in and kicked their ass. Ellie could remember spotting three of the gangsters and trying to creep away, but they’d already caught sight of her, so she broke into a sprint. She was starving too, and she couldn’t think straight. She didn’t even consider thinking that dropping the cooked rabbit would get the three men off her tail. And when they caught up, she was too far deep in trouble to climb out. She wasn’t fast enough to get her arrows and bow out, and her switchblades did nothing against their machetes. So she was punched and kicked till she spat blood and could feel it oozing from her nose and filling up her mouth. Crying, she handed the meat over, but the three wasn’t exactly happy with her for wasting their time and energy. She could hear foreign shouts, but the two strangers that emerged out of nowhere from the trees didn’t interfere fast enough before one of the gangsters swiped their machete down at her face, slicing into her forehead and through her right eyebrow, missing her eye by millimeters.
The two strangers overpowered the gangsters and scared them away, but they managed to take Ellie’s rabbit with them, even if it really didn’t matter to her now that she was spitting blood. “Should we just leave her here?” the younger one of the men asked. “No, obviously. She’s barely ten, you idiot. She’ll die out here,” the older man replied, shooting his companion a glare. “Oh well, what about that tiny rabbit we saw the other day? It was starving and it was hurt more seriously than her. So guess what you did? You killed it and ate it,” the younger one shot back. “This is different, Evan. Now shut your gap, I’m in charge around here,” the older man knelt down and scooped Ellie up into his arms. “Come on,” he barked, turning and walking back into the trees. Soon, they arrived at a tiny campsite. There was a fire in between too sleeping bags and a few bags. Laying her down on one of the sleeping bags and kneeling down beside her, the older man reach out and pulled a first aid kit from one of the bags. As the younger man watched from the other side of the fire, the older man began to treat her injuries.
“I’m Oliver Sullivan,” he told her as he cleaned the wound on her forehead, “and that’s my son, the grouchy one, Evan.” “You look alike,” Ellie managed to croak out. “Ha, that’s damn right. We look like brothers sometimes. Dunno if that means I look young for my age or Evan looks old,” Oliver said, grinning a bit while his son just scowled even more. “What’s your name, girl?” Oliver asked. “Alison. Alison Madeline Cassandra Dawson,” Ellie answered. “Woah, ain’t that a mouthful?” Oliver teased as he leaned back on his heels, he glanced at his son, who turned away and began to rift through his own bag. Turning back to Ellie and whispering, although he was pretty certain Evan could still hear him, “Don’t mind Evan, ‘kay? He’s just really grouchy.” Ellie nodded, but why did it matter…? Were they seriously going to… “Hey, Evan!” Oliver said, finished with Ellie’s injuries and standing to pour some water for her, “Alison’s going to be with us, from now on. I don’t care what the Hell you’ve got to say about it.” Evan looked up, arching an eyebrow, “Seriously, man? She’s just going to drag us down.” “Says the fifteen year old boy who can’t even drive a car.”
So maybe the Sullivan “brothers” weren’t exactly the sweetest people in the world, but Ellie soon found it a comfort to be with them, especially after Evan warmed up to her. It took a few months of working hard and training hard and hunting hard to impress him, but turns out Evan had a little brother about Ellie’s age, and he…well, died. Ellie and Evan had their bickers, but they worked great together, and they were almost like family, or at least as Oliver liked to joke. So days passed by, laughing in the car Oliver stole, sharing chocolate bars over the campfires, and hunting whatever they could and making their way. “But where are we going?” Ellie asked one day after growing up with the Sullivan “brothers” for a year. “To the land of fucking silk and money,” Evan answered from the shotgun seat. Sometimes he would sit at the back to accompany Ellie but it was his turn to guide Oliver and the car. “Seriously? Like Hell,” Ellie scoffed, her breath puffing out and condensing on the cold window. “Why, you tired of the road already, Ellie?” Evan replied, a smirk on his face. Ellie slapped him on the shoulder; she used to despise the nickname. “I’m just asking if you guys have a goal in mind!” “Yeah, as sure as Hell we do,” the teenager replied, “Liver”--for Oliver--“says that when we arrive at the town, or city, or whatever, we’ll stop there. You know, find somewhere that’s still peaceful and not filled with drunken thugs and those fucking scum.” Ellie wasn’t she that they would find a place like that, but if Oliver said so, there probably was a place out there. And besides, she liked the days she spent with the Sullivan “brothers”. They were her family.
“Evan, get your ass here,” Oliver said one day, as they finished unpacking their things and setting up a camp in the woods. He handed Evan an old machine gun, and pointed at Ellie. “It’s been a year; she’s proved with her arrows that she’s got some great aim. So you’re going to teach Maddy”--for Madeline, since Oliver doesn’t like the sound of “Ellie”--“how to use a machine gun,” he ordered, patting Evan on the shoulder before turning around and unloading some of their food. Sighing, Evan gestured at Ellie to follow him. They headed deeper into the woods until Evan was satisfied and began his little lesson. In the first year living with Evan and Oliver, Ellie was only allowed her arrows and her switchblades. She’d become really good with them and they were the only things she needed, except her bow and arrows got snagged and were shot broken in their previous fight with a small gang. “You’re holding it wrong, Cassey,” Evan remarked from his comfortable position on the forest ground. “Cassey?” Ellie repeated, incredulous. Evan loved nicknames and gave them to everybody he met and Ellie and Oliver each had at least ten of his nicknames. Cassey was a new one. “Yeah, for Cassandra. Fucking everybody who knows you calls you Ellie now, so it’s too damn mainstream. I’m going with Cassey now.” As if Redhead wasn’t enough for him. As more months passed and Ellie got better with a gun, Oliver began to invite her to join his and Evan’s raids. As she was small and wouldn’t stand much of a chance in close-range combat, her position was to stand tall and far away, sniping at the enemies from above and yelling out enemy locations to Evan and Oliver. Every raid and attack went smoothly, until one day, they miscalculated. Attacking at the wrong time and the wrong place, the gang overpowered the three in an instant. “Run!” Evan yelled, yanking Ellie out of her stunned trance and making a run for it. “Where’s Oliver?” she cried, looking behind her shoulder, only to see the warehouse erupt into flames. Ducking to doge a flying piece of wood, Evan shook his head, “That old man will be fine! Just worry about yourself!” Throwing a knife into a gang member’s shoulder, Evan scooped Ellie up and threw her out the window. It was quite a fall from the third floor to the ground, but Ellie fell into a tree and managed not to break anything while Evan threw himself out behind her. Then they ran. And ran, and ran, and ran until they couldn’t breathe anymore. “Where’s- Where’s Oliver?” Ellie cried, gasping for air and tears starting to well up in her eyes. Where was he? Evan didn’t answer; he didn’t even look at her for a long time. “Where is he!?” Ellie screamed, slamming her fists on Evan’s chest. “Tell me, you awful bastard! You left him, didn’t you! You fucking left him to fend them off on your own, didn’t you, you son of a bitch! He’s your dad, for God’s sake! How could you leave him? How could you?” Ellie’s screamed began to die out as she reduced to a pathetic, bloodied twelve-year-old, sobbing her eyes out as she curled in on herself on the ground. They must have sat there for hours as smoke curled up from the warehouse miles away. It rained twice in the time they spent sitting under the trees. “It’s your fault,” Ellie croaked at last. “It’s your fucking bloody fault,” she snarled, glaring at Evan, who didn’t meet her gaze. He seemed to have drifted away in his thoughts. He hadn’t cried or even moved. “Bastard,” Ellie spat as she stood up and walked away.
Ellie spent the next few hours at that completely wet, but otherwise okay, campsite crying and screaming, blaming everything that went wrong on an Evan who was still back in the woods. She kicked over a few things and threw others, screaming and crying and screaming and crying. But she knew, deep down, that she was part of it too. She was the one who convinced Oliver that the plan wasn’t too risky. But it was risky. And Oliver was dead. She was the one who decided to leave her position to have some fun fighting on her own. But she could have warned Oliver if she’d paid attention. But she still screamed that it was Evan fault. Because he was a better fighter and he should have protected Oliver? Because he was with Oliver last? Because he didn’t say anything when they headed off to carry out the stupid plan? Because he saved her and not Oliver, his own dad, and made her feel so goddamn guilty?
“I’m sorry,” Ellie admitted when Evan finally returned. If he’d cried, he didn’t show it. If anything, he just seemed much colder. “Pack your things, we’re leaving,” he told her. She was quite surprised, but tried not to show it. It was true that when Evan got into his bad and cold moods, he didn’t swear as much as he did normally, but… Ellie stood and did as she was told. She packed up her stuff and shoved it into the car and she watched Evan take Oliver’s things. He separated Oliver’s belongings to two groups, the things he needed and the things he didn’t anymore. The things he needed he packed away and the things he didn’t he burned. It hurt Ellie to watch Oliver’s extra clothes and books go up in flames, and tears sprung to her eyes again. But she had to push all her feelings away, because it was time to hit the road and she was in charge of directions.
It was until a few days later, when the two decided to huddle up in the car instead of setting camp outside for the night, did Ellie finally see Evan cry. She cried with him too of course. It was a peaceful night and on nights like those before, they would have spent it with Oliver telling awful ghost stories and laughing at each other’s failures. But Oliver was no more, so they spent the night quietly exchanging stories about their own families because surprisingly, they’d never shared them before. Evan said it was because it was personal and that kind of thing. So the next morning, they set aside all the blaming and faults, and hit the road, faster than ever.
Oliver was a father-like character in Ellie’s story. She asked him about almost everything, and he would always answer them with confidence. The kind of confidence a father would give his son when his own children. Maybe Ellie wasn’t really sure, but she liked to think that Oliver thought her as a daughter-like character in his own story. And she hoped the same for Evan too. Maybe Evan didn’t feel comfortable having her replace his brother’s sibling spot, but Ellie had always loved Evan like her own elder brother. And he did a job taking care of her after Oliver died. He thought her everything he knew, including how to fire an assault rifle, LP4 Pistol and more guns. He also thought her how to fight hand-to-hand, with a switchblade or machete. And how to drive a car--as in, all the functions of the car and traffic rules.
It was only about a year later when disaster struck again. Evan and Ellie were driving down an isolated road upon a hill, headed for the town on the other side, when another car, which appeared out of nowhere, crashed into theirs, sending their car tumbling down the hill. Screaming, yelling and cursing the whole way down, Ellie and Evan were slammed back and forth in the car, their things flying about and slapping them all over. When they finally reached the bottom of the hill and into the wilderness, Ellie managed to smash her way through the window and climb out, just as Evan had taught her. From behind, Evan did the same. Ellie let out a little yelp as she swayed on her feet, dizzy and body aching from the fall. Her forehead felt as if it was bleeding and so did her arm. She reached for her LP4 Pistol and brandished it, as did Evan, against the team of gangsters which surrounded them from all sides.
In the blink of an eye, the men opened fire and both Ellie and Evan were assaulted by bullets. Ducking down and crawling back into the car, Ellie was able to survive the worst, but she was knocked out anyway. By the time she woke up, the things in the car were gone, leaving her battered up and bleeding from all the bullets and a wound on her hand. It was curved and looked very deep. Why did they stab her when she was unconscious? Gritting her teeth, Ellie crawled out painfully, looking for Evan. She found him lying in an awfully large pool of blood. “Evan?” she whispered, horrified at the sheer amount of blood. There were gashes everywhere and bullet holes too. “What did they do to you? Why the Hell did they stab you too?” she cried, falling to her knees beside him, pulling his head into her arms. “Fucking bastards! I’ll give them a piece of my mind, those stupid gangsters! Who the fuck do they think they are? I’m gonna stake them and throw them into the deepest pits of Hell, I swear. I’ll kill them. Every single last one of them! Fucking- Fucking- Bastards,” her voice caught in her throat and tears began rolling down her cheeks. Her screams stirred Evan a little, and he opened his eyes just a bit, staring up at her. “You hear me, Evan? I’m gonna kill them! I’m gonna kill every fucking one of them,” Ellie cried, sobbing as Evan smirked a little, his teeth bloodied as well. “You are?” her murmured, “Ah, right. That’s my Cassey. You are. Listen, Cassey, before this son of a bitch can’t breathe anymore. There’s a town near here, get somebody, anybody, to help you. Say you’re gonna kill anybody they want for them, or do whatever they want you to. They’ll take you in. Then you’ll be fine, okay? Do what you do, and do it damn right.” Ellie’s eyes widened and her grip tightened as Evan’s eyes began to close. “No! No! No! You can’t leave me! Please,” she begged, “Please, Evan. Don’t Oliver me. Please. Please. Please.” “Don’t worry, you’ll be okay, Cassey.”
So Ellie did what Evan told her to do. She staggered her way through the forest, and finally coming upon a large city. She staggered into a inn and the inn keeper took her in as she healed. And then, when she was recovered, she began working and working and working days and nights, for weeks, paying him back. And finally, when she paid him back completely, she left the inn and began working on her own, buying an incredibly tiny apartment for herself. She never trusted the gangs, especially since gangs were the things who killed Evan and Oliver. And she’ll never forgive the Bone Gang. Ever.
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➥ Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Kacy Dawson
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➥ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: Alexander Roderick Dawson
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☲ Aʟʟɪᴇs: Nobody now, actually
⊱ Pᴀsᴛ ᴀʟʟɪᴇs:
➥ Oliver Sullivan
➥ Evan Sullivan
☲ Eɴᴇᴍɪᴇs: Everybody she can't trust (which is everybody)
⊱ Pᴀsᴛ Eɴᴇᴍɪᴇs: The Bone Gang (and it still is her enemy)
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➥ Old switchblades (view spoiler)
➥ Assault rifle (view spoiler)
➥ LP4 Pistol (view spoiler)
➥ Old machine gun (view spoiler)
➥ More guns (view spoiler)
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☲ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:
➥ Ellie may be small, but she's incredibly fast and silent, especially on her feet. Because cars can't be used in every situation and she doesn't own one, Ellie has trained herself to run very quickly and dodge stationary or moving objects, like a Traceuse.
➥ Ellie's aim is very accurate, which is better a sniper or at least a long-range attacker. She's small, so she won't exactly excel in close-range combat.
➥ Ellie is as quick with working things out as she is on her feet. She's able to adapt to sudden changes in the situation, unless it's too emotionally or physically disastrous for her to adapt to. (Example Oliver's death.)
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