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[i][b][color=silver]Everyone thinks of the silence, but what of the pin that dropped?[/color][/b][/i][/center]
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[color=silver]Name[/color]
[indent][sub]Eliza Roze Marshal[/sub][/indent]
[color=silver]Age[/color]
[indent][sub]Sixteen [16][/sub][/indent]
[color=silver]Size(s)[/color]
[indent][sub]44B, 27W, 36H[/sub][/indent]

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[color=silver]Element[/color]
[indent][sub]Light and Darkness[/sub][/indent]
[color=silver]Attunment[/color]
[indent][sub]Unfortunately for the young girl, her heart aligns more easily with the power of darkness that flows through her. She finds solace in the cold calm of the shadow, the 'truth' she feels so attached to. This swallowing Darkness seems to be all that's holding her together these days. 
Fortunately for her, her gift for Light is easier to handle. She manipulates it with care and perfection, only going so far as to what she knows she can do. She likes to expand her limits - but only in private where no one may see her fail. Refracting light into different colours is a favoured pastime, and something she does subconsciously when she is stressed. [/sub][/indent]

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[color=silver]Personality[/color]
[indent][sub]Calm | Collected | Gloomy | Anxious | Determined | Sarcastic[/sub][/indent]

[center][i][b][color=silver]We judge simply by what we see; much hidden beneath the surface[/color][/b][/i][/center]

[indent][sub]Eliza is not an optimist, but neither is she a pessimist. She may be best described as a realist, though her ambition to become better than she is, is something she does see as a realistic goal. She lacks a certain sense of peace that often gives others the relaxation that they crave. Eliza, knowing nothing of this, pushes herself to her absolute limit, crashing against that wall time and again until she passes by the obstacle that ceased her personal progression. 

On another note, Eliza is haunted by her inner demons, even if she won't admit it since she finds these demons more comforting than the kindness of others. She holds a barrier between herself and others, refusing to allow anyone close enough to realize how truly shatter she is. Her sharp tongue hides her tears, her calm, her inner turmoil. More often than not she is uncertain of who she even is, or what she should be. With multiple voices whispering in your head, it's not hard to lose your way. Who knows if she is even capable of true love, friendship or kindness anymore?[/sub][/indent]

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[color=silver]History[/color]

[i][color=silver]It's the past that we remember when we think of what is to come. We determine our path by passed failures, wrongs and loves. It is that past that holds us back from our true potential. From the fate that awaits us later. It is unavoidable, and we cannot change it. It happened. We must moved passed it if we are to flourish. But never forget the wrongs they have done you. Such reminders are the Truth hidden in pain. People will betray you; no one can be trusted[/color][/i]

[indent][sub][i]Huddled in the closet, a blanket thrown over her head and hands firmly pressed against her ears, tears fell from eyes shut tight, figure shivering despite the heat of the small space. Crammed back as far as she could go, back firm against the wall beneath the very bottom shelf, shoes piled in front of her to hide her from view. The girl sniffled, smothering her sobs with her knees and more blanket. Her skirt was torn at the hems, fingers bloody from nails bitten to the quick. Knees drawn close, face shoved into her legs. The blanket shivered slightly, following the erratic sobbing of the child beneath it. The sound of boots being flung aside caused all movement to cease. She froze, eyes wide open, seeing nothing but the darkness created by the blanket, hoping beyond hope that she wouldn't be found there. All hope was lost unfortunately. The blanket, yanked aside, thrown across the room. Exposed, the girl lifted her head, a fresh wave of tears on her eyes. Tear streaked cheeks, all colour drained from her face. Small hands lifted, open palmed, as if she could stop what was coming with tears and sadness. Large, calloused fingers grabbed the front of her dress, yanking her violently from her hiding place. Heavy wind, cold, impact. The wall against her back, head snapped back, sore, swelling, broken. No more tears.[/i][/sub][/indent]
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[indent][sub][i]Fingers softly pushed the hair from her face, finding the girls odd colour eyes, lifting her chin until she looked him in the face. Soft, blue, kind. Past forgotten, lips touched in silent embrace. Passion, love; dependence, obsession; need, greed; selfishness, wanting. Limbs entwined, lovers sweetness. Tender touches, starlit gazes. Enshrouded by the moon, the two danced alone on the beach, sand in the feet, stars in their eyes. "I love you."[/i][/sub][/indent]
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[indent][i][sub]Eyes wide, watching them. The two unaware she was there. Heart pounding, tears in her eyes. Betrayal. She had known love, felt it, embraced it. Gone now. Forever. Hands curled into fists, nails biting into her palms, ripping open long closed scars. Light gathered, darkened, stained. It flowed through her, gave her strength her Light never had. Driven by her broken heart, she lashed out at the lovers on the beach. "Go to Hell!" Her voice boomed with power, gathered energy. The destructive force broke rock near her, pulverizing it, reaching the two before they had become nothing but pieces and blood stains on the beach. The final time the girl cried, sitting in the pool of blood she had created.[/sub][/i][/indent]
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[indent][sub] After that the beatings from her father got worse, her lack of reaction driving him closer to the edge as she refused to cry out in pain any longer. She made it to sixteen without another incident, living as she always had. As an average human being with no ability whatsoever. It was only when a man arrived in the small town, far away from the Academy, scouting for potentials when he came across the house they lived in. He watched the home and it's residents for several days before he caught a glimpse of the father beating his daughter, his wife already locked in the bedroom. It occurred to him that this must have been happening her entire life to have such a look of emptiness in her eyes. She looked like a corpse in her eyes, no emotion on her face. It was this man that brought her to the Academy, having had to subdue her and force the girl to listen to him. He had seen the light in her eyes, felt how the hope was leaving her, and knew with it she may well lose her sanity. She was born with a gift for Light, why should she fall to Darkness?[/sub][/indent]

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[color=silver]Weapons[/color]
[indent][sub]A pair of sabers, worn on her hips, crafted by a Fire and Metal Elementalist from her home village. A gift, left in her bedroom while she was away at school on her thirteenth nameday. It was the single sign of kindness and comfort she received for years, sympathy she never asked for but found herself unable to forget. She has since kept the blades polished and sharp. She has since spent days in the forest clearing, attempting to teach herself to use them.[/sub][/indent]

[color=silver]Gear[/color]
[indent][sub]Upon her discovery mid semester of the previous year, her savior fit her with a set of tough leather boots, leather bracers with steel wire inlaid to strengthen them. Her armor is light, and made mostly of leather and silk,giving her more movement than traditional pieces. She does not like to be held down by weight. She has a large black cloak, lined with wolf fur, soft and warm for winter.[/sub][/indent]