Ellyllona
Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 7:48 am
Player Name: LemureNeko
Name: Ellyllona
Alias: Demoncat / Lemureneko (Only called this by her father or tribe elders, as a nickname. You wouldn't know her nickname. So forget I told you.)
Age: 35
Race: Elvin Troll
Height: 7'6"
Weight: 250 lbs
Physical Description:
Her hair is auburn hanging in long thick dreadlocks that go down to the small of her back. Her hair has never been cut and she washes it as often as she can but does not go out of her way to make time for it. Her eyes are the same color as her hair her. Her skin is a dark mahogany . Her mixture of bloodlines causes her age to be hard to discern just by looking at her. Her facial features seem common and human except for her ears and her teeth. Her ears undoubtedly Elvin are long and close to her head but easy to spot poking out from under her dreadlocks. Her teeth are serrated and shark like, which might be why she doesn't smile much. She has only one row of teeth on top and bottom and they fit together perfectly. Her lips full and pink without makeup thanks to her Elvin blood. Ellyllona is seven feet six inches tall and weighs two hundred and fifty pounds. She has zero percent body fat and her Troll heritage shows it. Her eight pack is tight and defined. Her biceps, shoulders and thighs all show tone, lean and compact features. Her tightly corded muscles flow seamlessly together, like a portrait of physical fitness. If not for her Elvin heritage she would look like she was on steroids, or a freaky looking body builder. Her Elvin heritage helps accent her feminine features. Her calf muscle compact and high on her calf like a runners. Giving her butt a perky bounce and makes the space between her thighs all but unnoticeable when she walks. Her height seems to be perfect for giving her legs a long swan like appeal. Almost forcing her to walk with a alluring swagger, if she is not careful. Her eight pack seems to lift her bust, giving her chest a perky outlook. That is probably why she is mostly seen with her cloak on pulled tight with a sour expression on her face.
Possessions:
She has an aged and blackened thick leather vest that works as light armor. The vest is sleeveless and buckles up the front. The vest stops just above her navel. under the vest she wears a light blue skin tight tube top that also stops above her navel. She wears a black traveling belt with four pouches attached to it . She wears aged and blacked thick leather pants that act as light armor. The pants go down to just above her knees and look as if they were poured onto her. Both her vest and her pants are covered in various patches and crude stitching from where she has repaired her own armor. With close inspection one can see the early works compared to her newer more skilled repairs. She has a dark green Elvin traveling cloak complete with hood. The cloak helps her blend in with her surroundings, as long as those surroundings are nature based and the wearer has some sort of Elvin blood . She has a pair of mythril plate boots. She has two serrated talwar swords with elaborate designed basket hilts. The serrated blades of the swords are four feet long and made out of adamantine. The hilts are currently broken making them very difficult to wield . The hilts of the swords are designed to look like identical forest landscapes. One is bright and happy the other is burnt and malicious looking. She wears the swords in their sheaths on her back under her backpack. She has a machete that she keeps hanging from her waist. She has a traveling backpack she wears filled with living supplies. She has a leather bandolier with 12 throwing daggers sheathed in it.
Powers or Strengths:
Besides having mediocre survival skills with the dexterity of an elf and the fortitude of a troll .She also has a very keen sense of smell good enough to track with. Her other strengths include being a skilled swordswoman. If she were ranked in kendo it would be somewhere around fifth or sixth-dan. She has a chaotic sword fighting style that utilizes a lot of acrobatics and feints, focusing heavily on speed. She also is highly skilled at acrobatic maneuvers such as tumbling, flipping, running up walls, balancing, moving silently, contortion so on and so forth. She is skilled enough with thrown weapons to hit a target at 100 paces. As for a moving target or long distance aiming She is slightly below average. She is double jointed, has a high pain tolerance and she is ambidextrous.
Her powers are as follows although she will only be starting with the Passive powers.
Her first two passive abilities come from her being an half breed and work in tandem with one another. The powers are magic absorption and troll regeneration. She calls it her inner furnace. Her troll side will not allow her to cast magic and her Elvin side seeks it out. This causes all magic used on her beneficial or not, to be less effective by 25%. The effects of the spell still happen just 50% of it is absorbed and stored by her body as psychic energy. The energy is no longer the casters to control once it has been converted to psychic energy. The absorbed energy is converted in a matter of seconds after absorption . The stored psychic energy then begins to fuel her troll regeneration. If she is not in need of healing then nothing happens and the stored energy will slowly dissipate day by day. The only other way she knows of to cause her troll regeneration to activate, is to eat freshly killed flesh. The Flesh can't be more than 2 hours old and it has to be killed cannot have died of natural causes. Without eating a fresh kill in the past hour or having stored psychic energy she cannot regenerate on her own. Those are the only passive abilities she has and all she will start with if allowed.
Her third ability is pure and simple telekinesis and all that comes with it. When she first learns this tech she will be moving things with her mind and other basic uses. At around mid level she will learn how to fly and manipulate objects with more complex functions using telekinesis. When she becomes more skilled she will learn how to create walls of force to block attacks and balls of force used to make ranged attacks. If she ever learns to be skilled enough with the use of this tech, she could figure out how to excite the molecules in or around various items giving her pyrokinesis as well. The use of this tech causes the blood vessels in her brain to swell which can lead to aneurysm which leads to stroke and so forth and so on. If she ever learns pyrokinesis the use of it will only increase the rate of blood vessel swelling. Her regeneration can heal this but it takes longer to do so. Plus healing from a stroke would suck.
Weaknesses and Flaws:
If she absorbs to much magic her Troll blood boils forcing her to injure herself until she has bleed off the extra energy via regeneration. While this is happening her mind is to chaotic to reach and does not allow her to communicate. Her only goal in this state is to bleed off extra energy through self sacrifice.
she is susceptible to scents. With her heightened scent if she is hungry and smells food it is very hard to resist. likewise for pungent or nasty odors like Skunk or waste in large amounts. Example a 20 horse stable that gets cleaned once a week. That is enough to overwhelm her sense of smell. Nauseating her, possibly making her literally sick for a couple of hours, if she is exposed to it for too long. She is immune to the scent of rotting flesh it just doesn't smell bad to her. In a large city there are too many different smells to overwhelm her, it just makes it next to impossible to track any scent in a large city. If she walks into the stable of said large city or any other likewise effect she may be overcome by the scent.
She has a problem with sleeping. When she sleeps her dreams take her to the darker parts of the astral plane, giving her terrible night terrors. she sometimes takes psychical damage from the astral plane night terrors. She also has night terrors from her past. She is looking for anything that may help her stave off the sleep. She doesn't always dream of the astral plane or her past, but that is few and far between, about ever one out of ten nights she has a good night's sleep.
Was raised by trolls and has troll manners. she cannot read and or count and is illiterate and tackles . Even if she did learn to count, counting to 10 would be a difficult task. Learning to read/write one language would take upwards of twenty years depending on how hard said language is.
if she is greatly injured in one single Attack or event. Her mind throws itself into self preservation mode, where she must find something kill it and eat it. She will not stop for freshly killed flesh. The flesh has to be something she killed. If she is injured in combat she will try and flee the scene. She immediately starts searching for any type of prey. If there is a rabbit or bird or anything with meaty parts that she can eat nearby she will focus completely on killing and devouring it. Regardless if she is still in combat with the person who gave her the wound. If she cannot find something to eat in a timely manner she will blackout and nature will take its course . How much damage is heavy damage will directly depend on how fast she can heal her wounds. This makes it so that as she gets stronger it will take more and more to throw her into a frenzy.
She has a aversion to magic due to her time around mages and her troll blood. She is stricken with panic and fear when magic is presented around or to her. Forcing her brain into flight or fight mode. Thus she has a very hard time concentrating when fighting any sort of magic user. She is too busy "watching the spiders web" meaning paying attention to the wrong thing.
History:
Ellyllona (pronouced Ellyona) was born to a troll chieftain who was named Fyxst (pronounced Fix it). He was kind given that he did not beat or abuse her. In the eyes of Ellyllona that was kind enough. Ellyllona does not know what happened to her mother or how her mother and father met. She only knows her mother needed to leave promising Fyxst she would return. Ellyllonas father tried to explain why her mother left and why she left Ellyllona with the trolls. It always sounded something like this when her father would try to explain. Fyxst would start by saying "Your mother was elf and had skills of the elves. Those skills caused fear and distrust in the tribe. Tribe will break, if scared of itself, won't work good together either. Your mother not want to break tribe so she leave so everybody be good .Your mother left you because she know how the others of her tribe would not accept you. Fyxst know troll respect strength, and you come from Fyxst. That tells Fyxst you will be strong like him, so Fyxst knows he can make tribe accept you by making you strong like your father". Rumors amongst the tribe said her mother was a criminal in her homeland for use of magic. Ellyllona didn't know or care if that was the truth she was happy knowing her father and mother cared for her. Ellyllona would wake up nights when the weather was at its worst, running to her father's tent tears streaming down her face. She would wake him up yelling and crying "PAPA...there was monstarws and they was bitein and scratchin me". Ellyllona would say crying and scrambling into his cot to hide under the fur blanket. Fyxst would always laugh and say "Thats ok, they just do that to little girls cause they scared of real fighter's. If they come back pa will smash them good". That was good enough for Ellyllona and she would sleep soundly the whole night having dreams of when she would be big enough to be called a real fighter. Without the ability to regenerate on command and her odd colored skin compared to the other trolls green coloration awarded her the nickname of "sicky". The only person in her tribe to treat her like a equal was her father, who had a tendency to overdo it a bit. The special treatment Ellyllona received was enough to garner even more negative attention from her peers.
When Ellyllona was old enough to swing a sword correctly her father roared in jubilation and said it was the happiest day in his life. Fyxst was infatuated with teaching Ellyllona the ways of the blade. He would push her harder and longer as the weeks went on. When Ellyllona had enough skill to spar with Fyxst, more than just her peers became envious of her. It was mostly a lot of Fyxst saying "sorry" and "come on that was a little swat". Whenever Ellyllona was hurt bad enough to be thrown into a frenzy Fyxst would exclaim "See she is a born hunter more troll than most !" . As Ellyllona grew into her body the sword play her father was teaching her came in handy verses her troll peers very forward advances. The day she became second in command by defeating the elder warriors in the tribe Fyxst took her aside. "17...The youngest ever to become my second" Fyxst said hurrying Ellyllona along . Ellyllona couldn't tell if they were in such a hurry for a reason or just so nobody would see him cry. Inside of his tent Fyxst had a chest full of weapons "Take your pick" Fyxst said with a smile and turning his head to wipe his eyes so she couldn't see. Ellyllona must have dug around in there for 15 minutes before pulling out the duel talwars. "Ah you have a good eye ." Fyxst said wrapping a arm around his daughters shoulder. Fyxst pulls out his hunting knife and strikes one of the blades with it. The blade hums with a deep baritone like the lost note to a forgotten song. "I don't know what they are made of I just know they are stronger than most blades....lighter to." Fyxst said putting his knife back in his belt. "Maybe its mythril or ironwood?" Ellyllona said with a quizzical look on her face. "No I have seen those and this...anit that. I do know that I broke the hilts trying to see how strong they were hitting them against a cave wall. Almost caused a cave in but they didn't break. I won this breastplate. Grit was there..." her father says as he sits on his cot. Ellyllona didn't hear the rest of her father's story she was too busy off day dreaming about her new swords. In attempts to escape sparing with her father, taunting from peers, feeble attempts at courtship, or tribe elders trying to teach her "a Gatherers trade". Ellyllona would explore the land around their various campsites looking for something to catch her interest. Ellyllona would often fantasize about finding her mother as she returns to the tribe while out on her excursions. It never happened but it did not stop Ellyllona from hoping and searching the lands. On some of her trips out she even managed to come across travelers merchants and the like. Some greeted her with disdain and caution, not being able to place what she is. Others were curious or fearful that never stopped her from trying to be sociable.
One day she happened to come across a merchant being attacked by massive old and grizzled worg. Ellyllona watched as the merchant scampered around his cart. The worg snapping and growling trying to force the merchant to run to open ground. Ellyllona seeing the merchant would not be able to keep it up for long leaps from her hiding spot . She lands behind the merchant who is too busy worrying about the worg to notice. The worg lunges turning the corner around the cart bounding straight for Ellyllona. In the same instance the merchant turns the corner going around the other side of the cart. Only to fall onto his ass when he finally notices Ellyllona out of the corner of his eye. Ellyllona draws two throwing daggers. She sometimes thought herself silly for not using the swords her father gave her. She would rather be safe than sorry plus she can barley hold onto them with the broken hilts. Two daggers, machete and no swords she reminds herself taking a mental tally to keep herself on her toes. The worg leaps a good 4 feet upwards, trying to digs its fangs into her neck while using his front paws to try and pin her down. Ellyllona crouches low under the worg her chest pressed against her knees . She pivots on her left foot springing with her right. She tumbles out from under the animal before it lands. The worg hits the ground hard its claws burrowing into the earth its fangs bared and haunches tight prepared for another attack. Before the beast has a chance to lunge again the dagger that was in Ellyllonas hand stabs into the animals eye painting its face in red. The animal lumbers towards her before falling in a heap. Elloyllona approaches it carefully listening to its labored breathing, she keeps the dagger readied in her hand while she reaches for her machete. She swings the blade digging it into the beast neck ending it quickly. She plucks her dagger from the animal and wipes its blood on the grass. "Are you from around here ? I am very thankful." a weak shaky voice says from the other side of the merchant cart. She turns to the merchant the thrill of battle fogging her mind just enough to make her forget about her smile. She smiles wide in a big toothy grin the merchant falls backward squealing at the sight of a sharks smile . Ellyllona leaps onto the cart her feet separated by her hands as she crouches like a frog balanced on the edge of the carts railing. looking down at the merchant. "Are you ok? don't worry its dead there might be more tho I saw some tracks." she says looking down at the man and pointing of into the distance. Ellyllona then begins her 50 questions routine before the merchant can reply or shit himself. "Where are you going? do you sell meats ? What's the biggest city you have been to? Why do you travel alone if you are so weak ?" so on and so forth. The merchant chuckles and calms the curious 25 year old down which was easier said than done. "So what are you?" the merchant ask standing and brushing himself off. Ellyllona points at herself with her thumb and says proudly "I'm an Elvin Troll and you're a human." Ellyllona and the merchant talk for some hours before the merchant decided to give her a pair of unfinished mythril boots and an slightly used green hooded cloak. Either because she saved his life or to distract her so he could leave she will never know. Ellyllona took them home lined them with leather and fur and has worn them ever since.
Years later Ellyllona awoke to the sounds of battle and the smell of blood. Ellyllona grabs her bandolier and rushes from her tent what she sees stops her only for a moment. Her father and what's left of her tribes warriors charge toward three men on horses. The air reseeds and then expands outward knocking Ellyllona onto her tent. The ground where her father and the warriors' of her tribe were is now a smoldering crater. Colored with their blood and body parts raining from above Ellyllona rolls forward and charges at the men. The men chuckle one of them shooting women and children with a repeating crossbow. Another seemed to have taken control of Grit and was commanding him to Slaughter the injured who lay dying. The third man, the one who killed her father turned and fired a ball of fire at a group of fleeing trolls. leaping once she hit the lip of the crater Her fight or flight gauge filled with rage and the pain of lose forces her to fight. She begins throwing one dagger after the other letting a roar leave her that would have made her father proud. Three of the daggers hit the horse of the man who killed her father, and one hit the man in the neck. A bright flash knocks Ellyllona to the ground severely dazing her. The man who threw the lighting quickly dismounts "That's 12 for me...and I got a pretty one!" the mage yells running toward Ellyllona. The other man leaps from his horse to see if he can help the man with a dagger in his throat. Ellyllona struggles trying to get herself to one knee before the heel of a man's boot crashes into the side of her head. The man begins to kick her in the ribs and head repeatedly, looking over his shoulder to yell "I don't think this one's a troll!" The cheerful chuckle she hears coming from the man while he beats her, she will never forget. Ellyllonas regeneration being charged with the lighting blast she took begins to kick in. She reaches out grabbing the mages foot before it slams into her again. Ellyllona rolls to her right dragging the man's leg with her forcing him to do the splits. She quickly pushes off her fingertips and begins to rotate on her palms like a street dancer. Her right heal slams into the man's face causing him to fall onto his side holding his groin. Ellyllona does a back flip out of her twirl but before she can finish her assault she feels a hand on her shoulder. "Fawks is dead he bleed out. Now get up before I decide to let her kill you". The man on the ground gathers himself before getting to his feet and all Ellyllona can do is watch. "So she killed fylup huh. we should make her pay." The mage says trying to find someplace to sit as he hobble around holding his crotch. "You didn't like him anyway" says the second mage . Ellyllona became a slave to the mages forced to watch as they burnt the rest of her home. Killed all of her tribesman forcing her to bring death to more than one of them. The mages tortured her for some time by playing target practice with her with arrows and lighting. The first time she was charged with enough magic to force her to frenzy. The mages laughed and watched as she cut herself repeatedly. Needless to say they made a game out of this and that's just the nice stuff. "Just kill it already, no we can't keep it and yes you have to kill it now. I did all the heavy lifting keeping it in check while we had some fun" one mage says to the other. "Ya ya I got it covered. We need to hurry back to Marn anyway, tell em she killed Fawks". That was the last thing Ellyllona heard before the shock of lighting filled her bones. This forced her to realize she was not numb and she could still scream. The mages left her smoldering in a crater as if to mark the death of her tribe.
Name: Ellyllona
Alias: Demoncat / Lemureneko (Only called this by her father or tribe elders, as a nickname. You wouldn't know her nickname. So forget I told you.)
Age: 35
Race: Elvin Troll
Height: 7'6"
Weight: 250 lbs
Physical Description:
Her hair is auburn hanging in long thick dreadlocks that go down to the small of her back. Her hair has never been cut and she washes it as often as she can but does not go out of her way to make time for it. Her eyes are the same color as her hair her. Her skin is a dark mahogany . Her mixture of bloodlines causes her age to be hard to discern just by looking at her. Her facial features seem common and human except for her ears and her teeth. Her ears undoubtedly Elvin are long and close to her head but easy to spot poking out from under her dreadlocks. Her teeth are serrated and shark like, which might be why she doesn't smile much. She has only one row of teeth on top and bottom and they fit together perfectly. Her lips full and pink without makeup thanks to her Elvin blood. Ellyllona is seven feet six inches tall and weighs two hundred and fifty pounds. She has zero percent body fat and her Troll heritage shows it. Her eight pack is tight and defined. Her biceps, shoulders and thighs all show tone, lean and compact features. Her tightly corded muscles flow seamlessly together, like a portrait of physical fitness. If not for her Elvin heritage she would look like she was on steroids, or a freaky looking body builder. Her Elvin heritage helps accent her feminine features. Her calf muscle compact and high on her calf like a runners. Giving her butt a perky bounce and makes the space between her thighs all but unnoticeable when she walks. Her height seems to be perfect for giving her legs a long swan like appeal. Almost forcing her to walk with a alluring swagger, if she is not careful. Her eight pack seems to lift her bust, giving her chest a perky outlook. That is probably why she is mostly seen with her cloak on pulled tight with a sour expression on her face.
Possessions:
She has an aged and blackened thick leather vest that works as light armor. The vest is sleeveless and buckles up the front. The vest stops just above her navel. under the vest she wears a light blue skin tight tube top that also stops above her navel. She wears a black traveling belt with four pouches attached to it . She wears aged and blacked thick leather pants that act as light armor. The pants go down to just above her knees and look as if they were poured onto her. Both her vest and her pants are covered in various patches and crude stitching from where she has repaired her own armor. With close inspection one can see the early works compared to her newer more skilled repairs. She has a dark green Elvin traveling cloak complete with hood. The cloak helps her blend in with her surroundings, as long as those surroundings are nature based and the wearer has some sort of Elvin blood . She has a pair of mythril plate boots. She has two serrated talwar swords with elaborate designed basket hilts. The serrated blades of the swords are four feet long and made out of adamantine. The hilts are currently broken making them very difficult to wield . The hilts of the swords are designed to look like identical forest landscapes. One is bright and happy the other is burnt and malicious looking. She wears the swords in their sheaths on her back under her backpack. She has a machete that she keeps hanging from her waist. She has a traveling backpack she wears filled with living supplies. She has a leather bandolier with 12 throwing daggers sheathed in it.
Powers or Strengths:
Besides having mediocre survival skills with the dexterity of an elf and the fortitude of a troll .She also has a very keen sense of smell good enough to track with. Her other strengths include being a skilled swordswoman. If she were ranked in kendo it would be somewhere around fifth or sixth-dan. She has a chaotic sword fighting style that utilizes a lot of acrobatics and feints, focusing heavily on speed. She also is highly skilled at acrobatic maneuvers such as tumbling, flipping, running up walls, balancing, moving silently, contortion so on and so forth. She is skilled enough with thrown weapons to hit a target at 100 paces. As for a moving target or long distance aiming She is slightly below average. She is double jointed, has a high pain tolerance and she is ambidextrous.
Her powers are as follows although she will only be starting with the Passive powers.
Her first two passive abilities come from her being an half breed and work in tandem with one another. The powers are magic absorption and troll regeneration. She calls it her inner furnace. Her troll side will not allow her to cast magic and her Elvin side seeks it out. This causes all magic used on her beneficial or not, to be less effective by 25%. The effects of the spell still happen just 50% of it is absorbed and stored by her body as psychic energy. The energy is no longer the casters to control once it has been converted to psychic energy. The absorbed energy is converted in a matter of seconds after absorption . The stored psychic energy then begins to fuel her troll regeneration. If she is not in need of healing then nothing happens and the stored energy will slowly dissipate day by day. The only other way she knows of to cause her troll regeneration to activate, is to eat freshly killed flesh. The Flesh can't be more than 2 hours old and it has to be killed cannot have died of natural causes. Without eating a fresh kill in the past hour or having stored psychic energy she cannot regenerate on her own. Those are the only passive abilities she has and all she will start with if allowed.
Her third ability is pure and simple telekinesis and all that comes with it. When she first learns this tech she will be moving things with her mind and other basic uses. At around mid level she will learn how to fly and manipulate objects with more complex functions using telekinesis. When she becomes more skilled she will learn how to create walls of force to block attacks and balls of force used to make ranged attacks. If she ever learns to be skilled enough with the use of this tech, she could figure out how to excite the molecules in or around various items giving her pyrokinesis as well. The use of this tech causes the blood vessels in her brain to swell which can lead to aneurysm which leads to stroke and so forth and so on. If she ever learns pyrokinesis the use of it will only increase the rate of blood vessel swelling. Her regeneration can heal this but it takes longer to do so. Plus healing from a stroke would suck.
Weaknesses and Flaws:
If she absorbs to much magic her Troll blood boils forcing her to injure herself until she has bleed off the extra energy via regeneration. While this is happening her mind is to chaotic to reach and does not allow her to communicate. Her only goal in this state is to bleed off extra energy through self sacrifice.
she is susceptible to scents. With her heightened scent if she is hungry and smells food it is very hard to resist. likewise for pungent or nasty odors like Skunk or waste in large amounts. Example a 20 horse stable that gets cleaned once a week. That is enough to overwhelm her sense of smell. Nauseating her, possibly making her literally sick for a couple of hours, if she is exposed to it for too long. She is immune to the scent of rotting flesh it just doesn't smell bad to her. In a large city there are too many different smells to overwhelm her, it just makes it next to impossible to track any scent in a large city. If she walks into the stable of said large city or any other likewise effect she may be overcome by the scent.
She has a problem with sleeping. When she sleeps her dreams take her to the darker parts of the astral plane, giving her terrible night terrors. she sometimes takes psychical damage from the astral plane night terrors. She also has night terrors from her past. She is looking for anything that may help her stave off the sleep. She doesn't always dream of the astral plane or her past, but that is few and far between, about ever one out of ten nights she has a good night's sleep.
Was raised by trolls and has troll manners. she cannot read and or count and is illiterate and tackles . Even if she did learn to count, counting to 10 would be a difficult task. Learning to read/write one language would take upwards of twenty years depending on how hard said language is.
if she is greatly injured in one single Attack or event. Her mind throws itself into self preservation mode, where she must find something kill it and eat it. She will not stop for freshly killed flesh. The flesh has to be something she killed. If she is injured in combat she will try and flee the scene. She immediately starts searching for any type of prey. If there is a rabbit or bird or anything with meaty parts that she can eat nearby she will focus completely on killing and devouring it. Regardless if she is still in combat with the person who gave her the wound. If she cannot find something to eat in a timely manner she will blackout and nature will take its course . How much damage is heavy damage will directly depend on how fast she can heal her wounds. This makes it so that as she gets stronger it will take more and more to throw her into a frenzy.
She has a aversion to magic due to her time around mages and her troll blood. She is stricken with panic and fear when magic is presented around or to her. Forcing her brain into flight or fight mode. Thus she has a very hard time concentrating when fighting any sort of magic user. She is too busy "watching the spiders web" meaning paying attention to the wrong thing.
History:
Ellyllona (pronouced Ellyona) was born to a troll chieftain who was named Fyxst (pronounced Fix it). He was kind given that he did not beat or abuse her. In the eyes of Ellyllona that was kind enough. Ellyllona does not know what happened to her mother or how her mother and father met. She only knows her mother needed to leave promising Fyxst she would return. Ellyllonas father tried to explain why her mother left and why she left Ellyllona with the trolls. It always sounded something like this when her father would try to explain. Fyxst would start by saying "Your mother was elf and had skills of the elves. Those skills caused fear and distrust in the tribe. Tribe will break, if scared of itself, won't work good together either. Your mother not want to break tribe so she leave so everybody be good .Your mother left you because she know how the others of her tribe would not accept you. Fyxst know troll respect strength, and you come from Fyxst. That tells Fyxst you will be strong like him, so Fyxst knows he can make tribe accept you by making you strong like your father". Rumors amongst the tribe said her mother was a criminal in her homeland for use of magic. Ellyllona didn't know or care if that was the truth she was happy knowing her father and mother cared for her. Ellyllona would wake up nights when the weather was at its worst, running to her father's tent tears streaming down her face. She would wake him up yelling and crying "PAPA...there was monstarws and they was bitein and scratchin me". Ellyllona would say crying and scrambling into his cot to hide under the fur blanket. Fyxst would always laugh and say "Thats ok, they just do that to little girls cause they scared of real fighter's. If they come back pa will smash them good". That was good enough for Ellyllona and she would sleep soundly the whole night having dreams of when she would be big enough to be called a real fighter. Without the ability to regenerate on command and her odd colored skin compared to the other trolls green coloration awarded her the nickname of "sicky". The only person in her tribe to treat her like a equal was her father, who had a tendency to overdo it a bit. The special treatment Ellyllona received was enough to garner even more negative attention from her peers.
When Ellyllona was old enough to swing a sword correctly her father roared in jubilation and said it was the happiest day in his life. Fyxst was infatuated with teaching Ellyllona the ways of the blade. He would push her harder and longer as the weeks went on. When Ellyllona had enough skill to spar with Fyxst, more than just her peers became envious of her. It was mostly a lot of Fyxst saying "sorry" and "come on that was a little swat". Whenever Ellyllona was hurt bad enough to be thrown into a frenzy Fyxst would exclaim "See she is a born hunter more troll than most !" . As Ellyllona grew into her body the sword play her father was teaching her came in handy verses her troll peers very forward advances. The day she became second in command by defeating the elder warriors in the tribe Fyxst took her aside. "17...The youngest ever to become my second" Fyxst said hurrying Ellyllona along . Ellyllona couldn't tell if they were in such a hurry for a reason or just so nobody would see him cry. Inside of his tent Fyxst had a chest full of weapons "Take your pick" Fyxst said with a smile and turning his head to wipe his eyes so she couldn't see. Ellyllona must have dug around in there for 15 minutes before pulling out the duel talwars. "Ah you have a good eye ." Fyxst said wrapping a arm around his daughters shoulder. Fyxst pulls out his hunting knife and strikes one of the blades with it. The blade hums with a deep baritone like the lost note to a forgotten song. "I don't know what they are made of I just know they are stronger than most blades....lighter to." Fyxst said putting his knife back in his belt. "Maybe its mythril or ironwood?" Ellyllona said with a quizzical look on her face. "No I have seen those and this...anit that. I do know that I broke the hilts trying to see how strong they were hitting them against a cave wall. Almost caused a cave in but they didn't break. I won this breastplate. Grit was there..." her father says as he sits on his cot. Ellyllona didn't hear the rest of her father's story she was too busy off day dreaming about her new swords. In attempts to escape sparing with her father, taunting from peers, feeble attempts at courtship, or tribe elders trying to teach her "a Gatherers trade". Ellyllona would explore the land around their various campsites looking for something to catch her interest. Ellyllona would often fantasize about finding her mother as she returns to the tribe while out on her excursions. It never happened but it did not stop Ellyllona from hoping and searching the lands. On some of her trips out she even managed to come across travelers merchants and the like. Some greeted her with disdain and caution, not being able to place what she is. Others were curious or fearful that never stopped her from trying to be sociable.
One day she happened to come across a merchant being attacked by massive old and grizzled worg. Ellyllona watched as the merchant scampered around his cart. The worg snapping and growling trying to force the merchant to run to open ground. Ellyllona seeing the merchant would not be able to keep it up for long leaps from her hiding spot . She lands behind the merchant who is too busy worrying about the worg to notice. The worg lunges turning the corner around the cart bounding straight for Ellyllona. In the same instance the merchant turns the corner going around the other side of the cart. Only to fall onto his ass when he finally notices Ellyllona out of the corner of his eye. Ellyllona draws two throwing daggers. She sometimes thought herself silly for not using the swords her father gave her. She would rather be safe than sorry plus she can barley hold onto them with the broken hilts. Two daggers, machete and no swords she reminds herself taking a mental tally to keep herself on her toes. The worg leaps a good 4 feet upwards, trying to digs its fangs into her neck while using his front paws to try and pin her down. Ellyllona crouches low under the worg her chest pressed against her knees . She pivots on her left foot springing with her right. She tumbles out from under the animal before it lands. The worg hits the ground hard its claws burrowing into the earth its fangs bared and haunches tight prepared for another attack. Before the beast has a chance to lunge again the dagger that was in Ellyllonas hand stabs into the animals eye painting its face in red. The animal lumbers towards her before falling in a heap. Elloyllona approaches it carefully listening to its labored breathing, she keeps the dagger readied in her hand while she reaches for her machete. She swings the blade digging it into the beast neck ending it quickly. She plucks her dagger from the animal and wipes its blood on the grass. "Are you from around here ? I am very thankful." a weak shaky voice says from the other side of the merchant cart. She turns to the merchant the thrill of battle fogging her mind just enough to make her forget about her smile. She smiles wide in a big toothy grin the merchant falls backward squealing at the sight of a sharks smile . Ellyllona leaps onto the cart her feet separated by her hands as she crouches like a frog balanced on the edge of the carts railing. looking down at the merchant. "Are you ok? don't worry its dead there might be more tho I saw some tracks." she says looking down at the man and pointing of into the distance. Ellyllona then begins her 50 questions routine before the merchant can reply or shit himself. "Where are you going? do you sell meats ? What's the biggest city you have been to? Why do you travel alone if you are so weak ?" so on and so forth. The merchant chuckles and calms the curious 25 year old down which was easier said than done. "So what are you?" the merchant ask standing and brushing himself off. Ellyllona points at herself with her thumb and says proudly "I'm an Elvin Troll and you're a human." Ellyllona and the merchant talk for some hours before the merchant decided to give her a pair of unfinished mythril boots and an slightly used green hooded cloak. Either because she saved his life or to distract her so he could leave she will never know. Ellyllona took them home lined them with leather and fur and has worn them ever since.
Years later Ellyllona awoke to the sounds of battle and the smell of blood. Ellyllona grabs her bandolier and rushes from her tent what she sees stops her only for a moment. Her father and what's left of her tribes warriors charge toward three men on horses. The air reseeds and then expands outward knocking Ellyllona onto her tent. The ground where her father and the warriors' of her tribe were is now a smoldering crater. Colored with their blood and body parts raining from above Ellyllona rolls forward and charges at the men. The men chuckle one of them shooting women and children with a repeating crossbow. Another seemed to have taken control of Grit and was commanding him to Slaughter the injured who lay dying. The third man, the one who killed her father turned and fired a ball of fire at a group of fleeing trolls. leaping once she hit the lip of the crater Her fight or flight gauge filled with rage and the pain of lose forces her to fight. She begins throwing one dagger after the other letting a roar leave her that would have made her father proud. Three of the daggers hit the horse of the man who killed her father, and one hit the man in the neck. A bright flash knocks Ellyllona to the ground severely dazing her. The man who threw the lighting quickly dismounts "That's 12 for me...and I got a pretty one!" the mage yells running toward Ellyllona. The other man leaps from his horse to see if he can help the man with a dagger in his throat. Ellyllona struggles trying to get herself to one knee before the heel of a man's boot crashes into the side of her head. The man begins to kick her in the ribs and head repeatedly, looking over his shoulder to yell "I don't think this one's a troll!" The cheerful chuckle she hears coming from the man while he beats her, she will never forget. Ellyllonas regeneration being charged with the lighting blast she took begins to kick in. She reaches out grabbing the mages foot before it slams into her again. Ellyllona rolls to her right dragging the man's leg with her forcing him to do the splits. She quickly pushes off her fingertips and begins to rotate on her palms like a street dancer. Her right heal slams into the man's face causing him to fall onto his side holding his groin. Ellyllona does a back flip out of her twirl but before she can finish her assault she feels a hand on her shoulder. "Fawks is dead he bleed out. Now get up before I decide to let her kill you". The man on the ground gathers himself before getting to his feet and all Ellyllona can do is watch. "So she killed fylup huh. we should make her pay." The mage says trying to find someplace to sit as he hobble around holding his crotch. "You didn't like him anyway" says the second mage . Ellyllona became a slave to the mages forced to watch as they burnt the rest of her home. Killed all of her tribesman forcing her to bring death to more than one of them. The mages tortured her for some time by playing target practice with her with arrows and lighting. The first time she was charged with enough magic to force her to frenzy. The mages laughed and watched as she cut herself repeatedly. Needless to say they made a game out of this and that's just the nice stuff. "Just kill it already, no we can't keep it and yes you have to kill it now. I did all the heavy lifting keeping it in check while we had some fun" one mage says to the other. "Ya ya I got it covered. We need to hurry back to Marn anyway, tell em she killed Fawks". That was the last thing Ellyllona heard before the shock of lighting filled her bones. This forced her to realize she was not numb and she could still scream. The mages left her smoldering in a crater as if to mark the death of her tribe.