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[b]Name:[/b] Ellie Pride
[b]Alias:[/b] Manifold
[b]Age:[/b] 26
[b]Alignment:[/b] Hero
[b]Loyalty:[/b] PRT

[b]Appearance:[/b] 
Ellie is naturally attractive, beautiful to those second glances, with a natural air of confidence accentuating her looks. Her skin is noticeably smooth, an exotic blend of caramel and tan, that contrast against the hunter green eyes that shine with a ravenous intelligence. The angle of her face, the jawline and cheekbones, there's an abundance of exotic features to the American populace. Her hair is cut short, laying straight and a rich raven black in color, framing her head in a way that seems to make her eyes more noticeable.

Beyond that, she generally can be found wearing relaxed clothing, though nothing that could ever get in the way of her 6’2” frame. She has a naturally expressive face that tends to stick to “Are you fucking seriously that idiotic?” and “Really?” Hidden to the unobservant, or shrouded by her hair, is a barely noticeable piece of tech in her left ear.

Her costume is fairly open, with no loose clothing, so that she can perform under optimal conditions. Black and dark blue materials, and a look not unlike Alexandria (minus the cape, of course). She has a helmet with Tinker tech visor that can retract with built in heads up display. Very heavily inspired by Alexandria.

[I][Color=4863a0]”My body is a temple built in honor of all that I have achieved and will bring.”[/color] [/I]

[b]History:[/b] 
[B] Warning: FREAKING LONG [/b]
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Ellie had a relatively ordinary childhood, growing up during the rise of the Capes and PRT, being three years old when Scion made his appearance. If you were to ask her about her childhood, all she'd really remember was awe and surprise…. And fear. From the very start of her life she'd struggled with being mute.

When Ellie was six her little sister was stricken with a rare degenerative disease. With no known cure outside of bone marrow transplant… There were little odds of survival.

Ellie didn't know how to deal with this news. Why couldn't she just be a donor? Why couldn't she just [I]help[/I]? Why did the doctors and her parents keep telling her she wasn't a match? This was her sister! How was she not a match?

No. She couldn't accept this. She would become a compatible donor. She had to.

For the first few weeks it was soul grindingly horrible. Just… Doctor visits and appointments and nothing helping while she sat there healthy and fine.

On a particularly bad visit Ellie snuck out of the office and down the hall. There had to be something in this hospital that could fix her so she could help her sister. There had to be.

Through luck she stumbled across a room filled with medical supplies. She couldn't understand what most of it was, the labels looked like gibberish to her, but she knew what needles and the such were for.

Over the next year Ellie tried experiment after experiment, trying to make her compatible, stealing from the hospital a little at a time so she wouldn't get caught.

Blood injections that left her feeling sick after a few days. Weakness, weariness, tired. She could've sworn A was a good letter, but apparently not for blood.

Pills that caused a variety of effects. Vomiting, numbness, a horrible diarrhea that almost hospitalized her from the dehydration.

So many failures, her body betraying her and denying her her one wish. With each failure came a period of waiting until her parents attentions returned to her sister and she could resume.

Finally, not long after her 9th birthday, her desperation mounting as her body continued to decline she knew she needed to go for broke. Her sister was doing so terribly, almost always at the hospital now…. So Ellie stole some blood from her sister and injected it. This had to work. It had to.

But it didn't. Five days later and her sister was gone. Dead. She'd failed. Her body had failed her.  That night her own health finally caught up with her, all the half assed attempts at medically changing her health finally combining to destroy her from the inside. The doctors said something about blood poisoning, her parents were crying, and everything hurt so much. Even now, at her greatest failure, her body was failing her.

She Triggered at the hopelessness, the horror that her decisions had led her to. The next few days she saw news of a group of four heroes calling themselves the Protectorate. Alexandria. Legend. Hero. Eidolon. Powers…. She knew she was like them, even if she'd failed. She could beat this.

Several months later and her health had returned through the careful administrations of her crafted liquids and the doctor's doing their limited work. Months studying through medical books, breathing through knowledge like it was air.

After two years she started going out, gathering materials and building blueprints. She knew what she wanted to do, but her body wasn't ready yet. She needed more time.

Here, at eleven, she met a street rat. Anastasia. And she knew, she knew what to do. This girl, she could help her. Adopt her as her own little sister. Not a replacement, no not a replacement, but an augmentation to her life to fix what was broken and destroyed.

It didn't take long for her to bring the girl home. Her parents never objected, but then they hardly saw her parents anymore. Everything had changed. She could fix it, she just needed time.

Ana was different. In a good way. She wasn't as science driven as Ellie, but she showed interest enough. And Ellie could take care of them, protect them.

And then [I]he[/I] came. They called him Behemoth. Destruction, death, fire. It was terrifying and it was a push that she needed. It was time to act. She was fourteen now, and Ana was twelve. In the coming days the Protectorate formed proper alongside the PRT, a division of heroes and Civilians turned soldiers.

It emboldened Ellie. There was no official place for a fourteen year old alongside the Protectorate heroes, but they worked together when Ellie went out with a crude mask made from sheet metal and some devices filled with odd liquids. She helped people, gaining the name Crafter by the locals, and for a time things were okay.

But then one night everything went wrong, her body failing to be able to outrun some punks and defend herself properly. She came home to her workshop bloody, battered and broken. Collapsing near her workshop she vaguely noticed Ana running towards her secondary work area. Ignoring that oddity, she began the painstaking process of setting bones and sealing wounds before she blacked out.

Coming to, it seemed no time had passed. Moments, perhaps. But then Ana came back into view and Ellie [I]knew[/I] she had gained powers. The blood, the look, she'd been changed.

It took weeks to heal, though only moments for Ana, and they began again. A team this time, Crafter and Slam, sister heroes! It went surprisingly well, the combination of tech and brawn being utilized in near perfect coordination.

Two years passed and the PRT started up the Wards program officially. Ellie convinced Anna to join up with her, taking on the mantle of Crafter and Newt. Two years passed relatively uneventfully, Ellie finishing her blueprints and plans and moving up into the Protectorate as the Tinker Manifold.

There she had access to the materials she needed, Tinkering away her own flesh and slowly, carefully replacing it with her designs. Fixing her body, ensuring it would never fail.

By the time Ana graduated into the Protectorate two years later Ellie had completed her augmentations, now more Tinker tech than flesh, and made a name for herself through her designs involving liquid systems for ammo and power. Ana, now known as Charm, took up beside her older sister, receiving her own -though admittedly more minor- augmentations from Ellie as they officially rekindled their partnership.

Years have passed and the duo participated in the Behemoth fight before transferring departments to help with the aftermath.
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[center][h3][b]Personality[/b][/h3][/center]
[b]Motivations:[/b] To further her research and break the bonds limiting her, as well as protect her sister.

[b]Sexuality:[/b] Asexual

[b]Likes:[/b] [list]
[*] Technology
[*] Experimentation
[*] Conflict
[*] Tinkering away the [s]pain[/s] flesh
[*] Solving problems
[*] Silence
[*] Great fucking pizza
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[b]Dislikes:[/b] [list]
[*] Romance
[*] Innuendoes
[*] Flirting
[*] Idiots
[*] Orders
[*] Bitches
[*] Being interrupted
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[b]Derangement:[/b] Very little regard for her own safety. This can be seen as reckless abandon in a fight to taking unnecessary risks. She's also obsessed with the concept of Failing, and will do anything to avoid failing, a result of the events leading up to her trigger event.

[I][Color=4863A0]”Why worry about the flesh, when I can rebuild and replace it and make it better?”[/color][/I]

[center][h3][b]Parahumanism[/b][/h3][/center]
[b]Skills:[/b] [list]
[*] Can play the piano like a master
[*] Skilled enough with a Guitar
[*] Can perform advanced mathematics in her head
[*] One mean cook
[*] Adept at Tiger style Kung Fu
[*] Knows ASL
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[b]Classification:[/b] Tinker

[b]Details:[/b] 
Ellie’s best work lies in her specialty when augmenting herself, relating to fluid dispersal and dynamics. In layman's terms, when operating on the circulatory system and other fluid-based systems. However, she can create from most every field.

Hacking away parts of herself to create something greater, better, more efficient. These augmentations have granted her the following abilities:
[List]
[*] Enhanced reflexes
[*] Enhanced hand-eye coordination
[*] Enhanced strength / speed / endurance
[*] Pain resistance
[*] Disease / Poison resistance
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Furthermore, she no longer requires breathing.

Internal gear:
[List]
[*] Flamethrower built into the right wrist, projected distance of 30 feet streams.
[*] An acidic chemical that ‘eats’ non-organic material that can be secreted through her pores at will.
[*] Smoke projector in her left wrist, can create a cloud, steam up to 10 feet before spreading, or an oil-like liquid spray.
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[b]Limitations:[/b]  
Ellie works best on herself, and as such is hardly considered human anymore. While she can Tinker without using her body, it takes much longer, with more resources, to produce quality gear and improvements. It takes her time to swap out augmentations and to make adjustments / changes to herself. 

Beyond that, if she's not working with something involving her specialty it's much harder for her to manage, and comes with a chance of not working.

[b]Equipment:[/b] [list]
[*] Herself
[*] Comms provided by Decoy
[*] Special visor with variable vision modes
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