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Name: Eleanor June Dukensie

Nickname: 'Ellie' - it's a nickname she gave herself, as Eleanor, while a fine name in its own, is a bit old fashioned.

Age: Seventeen

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Figuring it out.

Appearance: 

Ellie carries herself like someone that is either trying too hard to be popular or not trying hard enough to stand out. Her day-to-day attire normally consists of rather unflattering sweaters in colder climates or simple blouses for her torso while skirts and jeans taken straight off the rack at a retail store pair perfectly with flats. Her hair is a light brown and medium length; a couple of months ago her hair was long and had curls in the front but no one commented on the medium cut when it happened. Either they didn’t notice or they didn’t care and Ellie wasn’t sure which one she would have preferred. 

With a gentle face and well developed cheekbones, Ellie at a glance looks to be a priss or a church girl, though anyone who pays attention would know neither is exactly true. Anyone who pays attention wouldn’t really notice Ellie as anyone other than another face in the classroom. Physically she’s a slightly above-average height of 5’10, and thanks to being part of the cross country team she’s got a hell of a stride. 

Likes: -Claude Monet and impressionist art
-Hot Cheeto and cream cheese bagel sandwiches 
-Pistachios, and especially pistachio ice cream
-Synthpop music

Dislikes: -Sweltering summer heat 
-Felines, as she has a cat allergy 
-Decaf coffee
-Thunderstorms

Fears: -Rodents, especially rats
-Being shot. With bullets. From a gun.
Personality Traits: Sarcastic | Judgmental | Isolated | Focused | Self-Assured | Goal-Oriented

Personality: Honestly, Ellie could have a fair number of friends if she both made the attempt to do so and stopped pretending like she didn’t care about the approval and opinions of other people. Ellie is someone that sits near the back-middle of a classroom and silently judges those around her while also hiding the jealousy felt towards them for having a wider social circle. Ellie tries so hard to go unnoticed that it’s basically to her detriment; she’s trapped herself in a self fulfilling prophecy where she believes that the reason people don’t notice her or befriend her is because of any other reason other than the fact that she doesn’t invite it herself unless acted upon. On any given day, Ellie’s most significant social interaction is either in group projects where she takes on the most responsibility because she’s immediately agreeable, or with the cross country coach. 

That’s not to say that she’s anti-social. Far from it. She just has a tendency to judge first and let her own misguided opinions dictate things. If she put forth the effort she likely would be eating lunch with the other athletic circles. Perhaps because of her crippling lack of a social life, Ellie has managed to maintain a GPA high enough to be on the honor roll every year of school thus far. Her coach suggested she put her name forward for team captain, but Ellie figured no one would support her and didn’t even bother. Ellie’s own worst enemy really is herself.

Ability: Sonokinesis - The manipulation of sound and sound waves using the most obvious and direct method: her mouth. A bit ironic for one who is loudest with her own thoughts. She can, of course, use this offensively in the form of sonic projection and in theory she can change the form these sonic attacks take. Her senses are heightened towards sound as well, allowing for echolocation (as an example) and hearing heartbeats as if they were as audible as music - which makes it difficult to lie to her; and she can throw her voice, which is perfect for subterfuge. With training and better understanding, sonokinetic constructs or even flight/lift via controlled bursts/use of sound could well be possible. 

Limitations: Sound requires a medium to travel through and Ellie’s medium at the moment is the air. She can’t use her powers to shock the earth or ping like a submarine’s sonar. Soundproofing a room all but nullifies her abilities as she doesn’t generate sound; clapping her hands makes noise but it’s hardly the same thing as generating sound, while something like a bustling street is like a buffet of glorious noise. Putting a ball gag or something similar in/over her mouth is damn near kryptonite. 

Background: Ellie was born in the midwest to a police officer mother and a college professor father and for the first few years of Ellie’s life things were wonderful. A suburban home in a good neighborhood, walking distance to a park with the best damn swingset ever, and there were talks of getting a dog. The dog never came to pass as it turned out there already was one in the family. Ellie and her mother moved to Washington state after it came to light that Ellie’s father was having numerous affairs with students in exchange for bumping up their grade. Demanding a transfer to a different precinct, Ellie’s mom got as far away from her ex-husband as she could. 
It was the move that really put things into perspective for Ellie. If her father, the one who loved her and got her an extra present every Christmas, was actually a disgusting person, what did that say about the people she saw and interacted with on a daily basis? Ever since the change in scenery, Ellie changed her outlook and her mother correctly blamed it on the whole messy divorce - though her mother incorrectly blamed it on herself. 

Ellie found some solace in cross country. It was nice to have something that she could use to clear her head; she could just run and be guided by her own feet. While it was technically a team, she didn’t have to worry about complex playbooks or knowing when to pass and to who; she just had to keep herself from tripping and even if she did she just had to rely on herself to get back up again. 

Ellie’s mom eventually started dating again and Ellie never really approved of any of them, though on that same notion she didn’t exactly disapprove. It was her mother’s current boyfriend that first mentioned anything about a list or a new school; how naive Ellie was in assuming he meant some kind of special needs or special college prep school. Either one might well have been preferred, though given the track record of people she let into her life turning around and being different from who she thought she wasn’t exactly surprised when the gas came in. 

She was surprised that her own mother didn’t seem to be shedding any tears on their final meeting.

Despite not being close to the others that had been in the room and facility with her, killing someone wasn’t exactly an easy task, not that she wouldn’t have made the attempt if it meant she would be guaranteed security. It was probably for the best that she opted to escape, though knowing how people truly are she’s already prepared to be crushed by the reality of human individuality.
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