"I do what I can."
Full Name:
Ellis Donald Flinch
Nickname:
Ellis
Age:
15 years
Gender:
Male
Brief Physical Description:
He's short, standing at a mere 5'6", and isn't proud of it one bit.
He has somewhat short yet still too long, messy blond hair and dark green eyes. Aside from that, his face is pretty bland if looking like a child doesn't count. His young age doesn't help it much, but Ellis wishes that his cheeks would thin out and he's stop looking like such a kid.
He doesn't have very many marks on his skin, though there is one thing that noticeably stands out if he isn't wearing a long sleeved shirt. It's no battle scar, but Ellis has a white line etching down his left arm from his previous attack with an army of brambles. He didn't win, which explains the other scars on his feet and fingers, but he did at least give the thorn bush a run for it's money.
Still, it's a bit embarrassing to lose a fight with a plant.
Personality:
Adventurous || Helpful || Pessimistic || Jealous
Ellis has always had a cold edge to him that people seemed to distance themselves from. Even in Quies, where every being is so different from the next, Ellis seems to only be different in the worst of ways. His humor is flat, and though he may joke around at times it's hard to tell when he's being serious, or simply trying to get a few laughs.
His constant dull expression never seemed to help the matter, either. No one finds anything funny when
you look so painfully bored.
As a whole, though, Ellis appears to be relatively good. Neutral may be a better word to describe him, however, as he tends to pick sides depending on the one that favours him. Not that he'll switch between good and bad all willy-nilly because that's dumb, but it'd be a lie if anyone claimed his loyalties couldn't be influenced. He's young, after all. Ellis can't help but to go in whichever direction he feels would benefit him most. Still, when it really comes down to it Ellis wants to help people. He's a designated Helper, after all. It's his job, and it's set in his brain. Helping. It's simply what he does though the pay for it isn't very good, maybe he should switch fields
Who he helps, however, is a matter of choice.
History:
Being born into a family of Spell-Casters, it's fair to say that Ellis felt only disappointment when he found out he wasn't part of the long line of magicians. His sister was a witch, as with their mother, and their father was one of the better wizards around in the city. Ellis? He was normal. The bland one. The spare. Not that any of his relatives cared about it much. There were plenty of jobs that would hire someone without any special abilities, and there were plenty work fields that specifically stated 'NO POWERS' in their requirements, but that never stopped Ellis from feeling useless.
Outside of his own household wasn't the only place where Ellis saw himself as an outcast. Friends were hard to make, for reasons all too obvious to everyone but him. He was rude, hardly showing any interest in what anyone told him about and not following up on it when he did. It's no fun hanging around someone who can't uphold a conversation, so it was no surprise when Ellis found himself surrounded by no one. At least, for the most part, Ellis had his sister. Not that Pedra was much of a friend, but she was better than nothing.
It was at the age of eleven did Ellis finally begin to discover his potential. He may not have been much help with magic, but with day-to-day problems that people faced in Sheepish, he was an expert. He did laundry for neighbors, went out to the stores for people who couldn't. It was all boring work, really, but he could do it. Ellis landed himself a job as a Helper just as Pedra was getting more invested in the world of magic, and soon enough they were going in completely different directions in life. His sister was now a full-on witch, and Ellis had job filled with simple tasks. Once again, Ellis realized how utterly disappointing he was yet again. If he was going to be a Helper, he might as well help with something important.
At twelve, Ellis joined his sister in her work. Sure, he couldn't cast spells, but he could mix potions and clean up the workplace at the end of the day. At first Pedra wouldn't let him do much, thinking he would only mess things up for her, but as her popularity as a witch grew so did Ellis' popularity as her assistant. He was basically a wizard himself now, only without the powers. It stayed that way for two years, and at the end of it everything had been snatched away as if the rug had been pulled out from under them.
It was an accident. Ellis hadn't meant for anything to go wrong. He hadn't meant for the explosion to happen, for the shop to catch on fire, for Pedra to have gotten pinned down by the collapsing roof... it was an accident. One small mess-up made everything turn wrong. An accident. Except it wasn't. Not really. He knew that the mixing of the two potions would set off an explosion, he had been planning for the shop to burn down, and he was getting paid for it. He was a Helper, after all. Who he helped wasn't limited to one person, and with the money he would make after the act, he and Pedra could purchase an even bigger shop. A grander one.
That is, if Pedra hadn't been killed during the fire.
News spread around the Sheepish City so quickly that Ellis hardly had time to take any of it in. He was a murderer now, a true dishonor the Flinch family. No one cared about the group that had told him they'd pay him, no one wanted to hear about why he had done it or what his intentions really had been. He had killed someone. Of course no one would listen to him.
He didn't get placed in jail, though. The Sheepish City didn't have any jails for him to go to. Instead his only punishments were the looks people gave him on the streets, the way people spoke to him, the knowledge that his name would never be respected again by anyone of good moral's. He was still a Helper, though. And even if the only people that would pay him were criminals, it wasn't like Ellis had much of a choice in saying no.
When news of the three 'Dreamers' spread around the city, though, Ellis had an idea.
Being born into a family of Spell-Casters, it's fair to say that Ellis felt only disappointment when he found out he wasn't part of the long line of magicians. His sister was a witch, as with their mother, and their father was one of the better wizards around in the city. Ellis? He was normal. The bland one. The spare. Not that any of his relatives cared about it much. There were plenty of jobs that would hire someone without any special abilities, and there were plenty work fields that specifically stated 'NO POWERS' in their requirements, but that never stopped Ellis from feeling useless.
Outside of his own household wasn't the only place where Ellis saw himself as an outcast. Friends were hard to make, for reasons all too obvious to everyone but him. He was rude, hardly showing any interest in what anyone told him about and not following up on it when he did. It's no fun hanging around someone who can't uphold a conversation, so it was no surprise when Ellis found himself surrounded by no one. At least, for the most part, Ellis had his sister. Not that Pedra was much of a friend, but she was better than nothing.
It was at the age of eleven did Ellis finally begin to discover his potential. He may not have been much help with magic, but with day-to-day problems that people faced in Sheepish, he was an expert. He did laundry for neighbors, went out to the stores for people who couldn't. It was all boring work, really, but he could do it. Ellis landed himself a job as a Helper just as Pedra was getting more invested in the world of magic, and soon enough they were going in completely different directions in life. His sister was now a full-on witch, and Ellis had job filled with simple tasks. Once again, Ellis realized how utterly disappointing he was yet again. If he was going to be a Helper, he might as well help with something important.
At twelve, Ellis joined his sister in her work. Sure, he couldn't cast spells, but he could mix potions and clean up the workplace at the end of the day. At first Pedra wouldn't let him do much, thinking he would only mess things up for her, but as her popularity as a witch grew so did Ellis' popularity as her assistant. He was basically a wizard himself now, only without the powers. It stayed that way for two years, and at the end of it everything had been snatched away as if the rug had been pulled out from under them.
It was an accident. Ellis hadn't meant for anything to go wrong. He hadn't meant for the explosion to happen, for the shop to catch on fire, for Pedra to have gotten pinned down by the collapsing roof... it was an accident. One small mess-up made everything turn wrong. An accident. Except it wasn't. Not really. He knew that the mixing of the two potions would set off an explosion, he had been planning for the shop to burn down, and he was getting paid for it. He was a Helper, after all. Who he helped wasn't limited to one person, and with the money he would make after the act, he and Pedra could purchase an even bigger shop. A grander one.
That is, if Pedra hadn't been killed during the fire.
News spread around the Sheepish City so quickly that Ellis hardly had time to take any of it in. He was a murderer now, a true dishonor the Flinch family. No one cared about the group that had told him they'd pay him, no one wanted to hear about why he had done it or what his intentions really had been. He had killed someone. Of course no one would listen to him.
He didn't get placed in jail, though. The Sheepish City didn't have any jails for him to go to. Instead his only punishments were the looks people gave him on the streets, the way people spoke to him, the knowledge that his name would never be respected again by anyone of good moral's. He was still a Helper, though. And even if the only people that would pay him were criminals, it wasn't like Ellis had much of a choice in saying no.
When news of the three 'Dreamers' spread around the city, though, Ellis had an idea.
