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[b]Name[/b]: Eleanor Lindel
[b]Alias/Hero Name:[/b] Red Riding
[b]Age[/b]: 30


[b]Gender[/b]: ♀

[u][b]Appearance (Before Awakening)[/b][/u] [sub]Ele was quite the unimposing figure once upon a time. Her frame was frail, and were it not for the stark characteristics of Scandinavian genetics, the woman wouldn’t stand out in a crowd. While her stature was taller than some, sickly pale complexion and a dark circles ringed around large sky blue eyes. Maybe in another life a gaudy salaryman would’ve come to sweep her off her feet? Those types did tend to marry the tall blondes, but a lacking of healthiness accompanying the void of confidence left Ele a shell of a woman magnified by that state and her age.[/sub]

[u][b]Appearance (After Awakening)[/b][/u] Red Riding’s masquerade is that of a toned, slightly shorter, and more form-fit for the mission that has been set before her. The golden tinge to her hair mutes and dulls till it seems nearly washed out, and the length of it is shorter and roughly cut at a length just above the shoulder with messy bangs. The one sapphire irises now glow an eerie golden color that shimmer through the darkness like the eyes of a predator absorbing as much light possible to better see.

[u][b][h3]Awakening Details[/h3][/b][/u]
[b]Vision[/b]: [i]”Escape your fate.”[/i] A sudden spiraling downward filled with the rush of blood to one’s face and the rapid drumming of a heartbeat. Down- down- down towards an endless forest. Upon the moist soil came a gentle capture, an embrace of nature itself. Separating herself from the earth would then come the howl of a wolf.

[b]Rank[/b]: Second (2)
[b][u]Summoned Weapon(s)[/u][/b]
[list][*]The Red Hood
[*]Grandmother’s Basket
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[u][b][h3]Lore & Power[/h3][/b][/u]
[b]Origin Story[/b]: An old fairy tale by Charles Perrault about a young girl traversing through a dangerous forest in order to deliver food to her sick grandmother. The story has been reimagined and retold countless times over the generations, and even as cultures change the story takes on new meanings under new lights with each addition and fantastical imagining given to it.

[b]Relative Strength[/b]: ◼ ◼ ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻ ◻ ◻ ◻

[b]Manifestation[/b]: A swarm of red—winged butterflies flutter around Ele to slowly form the cloak and hood. Upon her personage it seems to flow and flicker as if it has a life of its own. Along with the cloak to accompany it is a simple wicker basket that is covered by a simple red-plaid handkerchief.

The titular hood of Red Riding allows its wearer to hastily make their way to a particular destination unimpeded. The hero’s speed is amplified to a significant degree and path is laid out for only her to see, optimizing the best path to reach their goal. The basket is less of a [weapon] and more of a utility tool that is used in unison with the abilities bestowed upon her by the hood. The fabled item carries what is necessary to help those at her destination, whatever that may be. If there is a raging inferno she conjures a fire hose from within the basket to put out the flame. 

[u][b]Attributes[/b][/u] 
[list][*]Might: ◼ ◻ ◻ ◻ ◻
   [i]Physical prowess on a strength level is not where Red Riding’s power resides. While she is still stronger than an unawakened human on a biological level, if she is required to engage in melee combat Ele will use her wits rather than her muscles.[/i]
[*]Agility: ◼ ◼ ◼ ◼ ◼ 
   [i]This is where the Red Hood shines brightest! While she is not faster than light, the mythology of Riding Hood traversing a dangerous forest safely allows its wearer to always arrive at their destination. She’ll always make the jump, she’s never late, and sometimes circumstances work in her benefit to make it so.[/i] 
[*]Endurance: ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻ ◻
   [i]While not lacking as much in durability as she does in strength, her stamina is slightly above average among others that have awakened. She can take a few hits before heeling over, but a strong enough attack will send her off like a piece of paper in the wind.  [/i]
[*]Presence: ◼ ◻ ◻ ◻ ◻
   [i]There is no bravado here. Ele’s Red Hood might even reduce the amount of presence she gives off intentionally. She blends into crowds incredibly well, and while she doesn’t like the spotlight that being a hero brings onto her— she does enjoy helping people.[/i]
[*]Instinct: ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻
   [i]Above average in this statistic, Ele’s strange canid mutations gained along with the Red Hood’s other boons allow her senses to higher than usual. Sight in particular is greatly modified to such a degree that not only can she see in complete darkness, but the distance of her vision is increased as well.[/i]
[*]Resonance: ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻
   [i]Just like her instincts, her resonance with the Red Hood rated at above average when measured by officials. Ele feels as if the Hood “chose” her to some level, and has a strange relationship with the awakening itself. But in that obsession she has put no resistance in adopting the gifts it gave her.[/i]
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[u][b][h3]Guild Information[/h3][/b][/u]
[b]Guild Assessment Result[/b]: (To be revealed IC—leave blank until after your initiation scene if you’d like.)
[b]Affiliation[/b]: Highly skeptical of the guilds and the powers that run them.

[u][b][h3]Background[/h3][/b][/u]
[b]Personality[/b]: Before her awakening, Eleanor was a closed-off shut-in that more often than not abstained from sleeping or eating for days at a time in order to remain fully distracted and absorbed by niche forums and image boards. The crippling shame of failure consumed her life while rapidly diminishing physical health kept her down and increasingly self-destructive to herself and her family. Suicide wasn’t off the table for Ele at this point in her life.

Her awakening was a turning point in her life. Of course, it would be for almost anyone who goes through the transformation, but Eleanor’s vision before obtaining the cowl of Red Riding Hood changed her on a fundamental level. She felt as if this new chance at life was bestowed upon her by a higher power— not necessarily god but something was reaching out to her. 

This mindset turned the anxious women into a strange sort of hero material, one that is borderline incapable of thinking of her own well-being in exchange for a laser-focus on accomplishing her mission. She spends little to any time socializing amongst her peers, offering perspective to strangers, or even accepting thanks for those she may rescue.

Even still, her social awkwardness remains.


[b]History[/b]: Old money families are a strange sort. In Europe they’ll often socialize within smaller circles to avoid the apprehensive eyes of less fortune common folks and maintain  relationships that may date back hundreds of years. They’ll keep their appearances positive in the public eye by throwing fractions of their wealthy at charity, filming good deeds that can be edited and framed in the most charitable view, and all the while being gross and slimy beneath that facade.

That’s the sort of family Eleanor comes from.

The Lindel family’s roots trace back to Sweden but sometime in the nineteenth century relocated to the Americas in order to escape the torches and pitchforks back home. Their old European roots remain, but their history is littered with questionable business affiliations that are kept hidden from the public. To the Everyman, a Lindel is simply the successful story of an immigrant that clawed their way to wealth. Most people don’t even know the family’s roots and simply sees them as that company that benevolently fund a lot of research in the medical industry. When the guilds began to spring up in this newest era, Eleanor’s mother and father were the family’s current heads with her mother leading in PR while father publically integrated with the guild known as The Old Charges. 

Eleanor herself wasn’t in the spotlight all that much, even though her parents would’ve liked her to be. Her focus was primarily on education. Private schooling and streamlined courses to quickly move her through the system and into college early, leading Ele to having a few degrees under her belt early in life. 

But unfortunately, academia was not what her family had in mind for their daughter and despite being an esteemed microbiologist among her peers, she would be prepared for an engagement with Mason Halliwell. Marriage to Mason would further the solid connection between her family and the Old Charges guild as Mason was the chairman’s son, whom her father had interacted with numerous times over the years.

Eleanor had met Mason a few times throughout the years, and most of those interactions were quite amicable. He was normal, which isn’t all that common among the circles her family mingled with. He was also respectful, and that even carried on into his older years when this late-age arranged marriage took place. She didn’t hate Mason, quite frankly she was fond of him and didn’t have any reservations about marrying him. 

That was— until she found out what his family actually did.

The revelation of what The Old Charges were doing while pretending to be a reputable and well-natured guild sent Eleanor down a rabbit hole. Her research led her to research her own father’s connections to the same group, and how her own family was involved in much of the same criminal activities that they were. She cut contact with her family, with academia, and used what money she had accumulated to survive in a small apartment where her depression turned into obsession and each year she lost more of her humanity.

[b]Motivation[/b]: To root out corruption that lies at the root of the guilds.

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