Name: Electra / Eli (No last name to be known of)
Age: Unknown
Birthdate: 4/12/????
Race: Caucasian / Minimal Demon
Powers: Telepathy, Lightning, Death Cloud, Winter's Grasp, Shockwave, Slam, Singularity, Barrier, Puppet Master.
Origin: Mage
Hobbies: Drawing, Harp, Violin, Piano.
Roleplayability: 98.3%
Shareability: None
Art: (Draw her?)
About: Electra lives inside a mountain, viewing a forest with a crystal clear lake. It is believed that she was born in the 1300s, but nobody knows for sure. No one has seen her eyes - and nobody will. She doesn't remember her real name, and the sands of history have swept it away. Electra doesn't remember what happened to her father, but her mother died of Hypothermia when Electra was three. Her mother was trying to save her life, but lost her own. Electra has no friends, and walks around the forest below her all the time. Then, and when she's in her mountain, you may catch a glimpse at her. This is Electra.
This is her story.
"Mommy? Where'd you go? Mommy?!" Electra yelped helplessly. She had seen her mother before that large Lightning and Snow storm, but now she was gone. Nanya was the only family she'd had left, and now she was gone. A small wolf pup looked at Electra and barked, signaling the following of it to her. Foolishly, she followed. She was a bit slow to the wolf, so she was struggling for no reason - she wouldn't have wanted to see her mother's mutilated body lay across the driping floor anyway.
Electra whipped her grey hair from her eyes. "Mommy! Oh mommy..." she cried. By instinct, she took a leafy branch, and covered her mother's body. Gently, she placed stones all over the corpse, and closed it's eyes. Carefully, Electra rubbed her mother's shoulder. That would be the last physical contact.
Electra walked out of the mountain and peered at life - how could it still be here? Is life so fragile? Is is so easy to break?
