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Name: Ella Godiva 

Age: 16 

Nationality: English

Personality: Ella is kind-hearted and intelligent, but shy and anxious. These traits translate into her actions as a magical girl just as much as they do into her everyday life. She spends all day locked up in her room drawing what she seems out the windows. Her parents have attempted a multitude of ideas in an attempt to get Ella to be like other girls her age and socialize, but she only familiarizes herself with a fresh canvas each day, nothing more.

Ella wasn’t really bullied by her peers, they would greet her kindly and she them, but never anything else. Just a simple wave, maybe a smile, 
and then a mutual goodbye. This situation defines the majority of Ella’s relationships with her peers and she doesn’t truly want for a deeper connection with another person. There is, however a side of Ella that wonders if it could be because she cannot want that which she never had. 

As a magical girl Ella is precise and efficient accomplishing tasks as quickly as possible with as few risks as possible, sneak attacks being her preferred method of striking. 

Biography: Ella Godiva, the girl with two first names. A girl who was expected to live two lives. She was the child of a Mr. and Mrs. Blythe. The Blythe’s gave Ella the surname Godiva for its meaning, god’s gift. For, The Blythe’s were told many a time that they would not bear a child and yet Ella came to them, a beautiful baby girl. Ella grew up being taught everything she knows by her mother, an artist in her heart. She taught Ella how to play the violin and how to paint. While her father wanted Ella to learn much more rudimentary skills and practices like maintaining the bakery he operated for upkeep, she was much more accustomed to the fine string of a violin than the sweltering heat of a baker’s oven. 

Growing up, Ella performed for hundreds of people during her recitals and she would constantly show off her art work. Many called the young girl a prodigy. But it would be her father’s lack of respect towards the arts that made Ella so happy that would send their family down a darker path. Ella was playing violin one eve. It was Mozart’s Sonata in E minor. When she played, she attempted to take in everything around her, the sounds, smells and sights, everything her senses could grab hold of. That’s why she heard the heavy footsteps pounding up each step, one after the other. They were their own symphony a march heavy in bass. Finally the steps reached her door and with an old tired creak the door widened revealing Ella’s father, an empty bottle in his hand. Before Ella knew, there was a shriek, Ella was on the ground, her violin broke and her hands had a searing pain. Her father left the room and Ella attempted to pick up the violin, but her fingers wouldn’t bend. 

That is all Ella can remember of the night her father broke her fingers, the last night Ella would play the violin. A few years later Ella and her mother moved away from her father, he was put in a home of sorts. She continued to practice art, though she lacked the fine-tuned control to play an instrument, the indiscriminate swirls her fingers would lead her turned into something beautiful. As if the tragedy truly had purpose had something beautiful about it. 

One night, while Ella was walking home she noticed a man crying on the side of the road. Usually, Ella is not own to approach people, let alone those who were older or larger than her. But this time it somehow felt important, somehow it mattered to her. She approached the man and called out to him and just like that his crying stopped but he did not glance upwards. She took another step forward, investigating the strange, sad man. 

Her father looked up at her with a horrible, drunken glare. Ella immediately took two steps backwards, ready to run but she tripped on the curb and as the sky retreated from her and the pavement came up to kiss her skull, she passed out. When she awoke a girl was standing over her, her father was nowhere to be seen. On that day, she became a magical girl.

Experience Level: Magical Girl (First Act) 

Skills: 

Artist: Ella can read much deeper into actions, sentences and even sounds. Having a large amount of experience in the field of impressionism and hidden meanings in artwork, she is not easily lied to or deceived. 

Imaginative: Ella is quite capable of coming up with multiple scenarios and accurately predicting multiple outcomes on the fly.

Quiet: Ella is not easily noticed, at least audibly. She isn’t invisible, but you’re not likely to hear her. 

Playing By Ear: Ella can pick things up and commit them to memory very easily and quickly, in a fight this translates to her being able to 
predict an opponent easier the longer the fight lasts.  

Fencing: Ella learn to fence growing up, showing quite a bit of proficiency with a rapier, but none with heavier weapons like a broadsword.

Bi-Sexual: Ella is Kawaii on the streets and Senpai in the sheets.

Magical Power: 

(First Act) Sketchpad: Ella utilizes a sketch pad as a base for all of her abilities. Using her drawings to alter reality by creating things by drawing them, the more complex the drawing the longer it will take for her to create it. For example a simple, crude rapier can be created in a few moments. But a cage to contain something could take longer. The more complicated an object is to draw, the more powerful said item will be. Further more, objects with complicated internal designs, a gun for example cannot be drawn during the heat of battle. Outside battle much more complicated objects can be drawn.

(First Act) Watercolor: Ella uses her watercolor paint to smudge the space in her general vicinity. By doing this she can shield herself and others, transport smaller objects and even manipulate things already present. The catch to this, however, is that first she must paint a rude sketch of the scene to be able to manipulate it. Due to this, the start-up time for this power is at least thirty seconds. [/center]