Ellari 'Remorse' Ravenheart

“I can't tell where it began or when I am now.
Never could. I remember stuff from being a kid, hearing about Nifl and seein' it once, I think. But sometimes I'm not sure if I ever was a kid.
I know where I am now, standing here at least...
I think I dreamed my way into this city, though I'm pretty sure I've always been here.
That chill old lady I met once said I was a Pisces and had to watch my relationship with the Universe or some shit. Then she got wide eyed and said something about a Withershins Spiritwalker and made me leave. Haven't found anything about what that is yet. Need more books.”

*Low Groan* “This place is too quiet. I don't want to sleep yet, it's only been 36 hours, 49 tops.
I'll check out what’s going down tonight, see if I can barter these docs for something good and squeeze some smokes from Alik…”

Nicknames
Eerie(Street) | Remorse(Dreams) | Elli(Personal)

Female ‘Humanoid’ Dreamwalker
Age: 24
Sunburst Yellow and Blue eyes | 5'6" and leanly fit | Chopped, Dark Crimson, Throat Length Hair tipped in Grey Blue | Wears thick, baggy rough jeans and a zip up hoodie. All her clothing is scrounged and patched up with colorful squares from old clothes and metal punched and stitched into various places. | Piercings: A Small Horseshoe Septum, twin tongue bolts, spiked vertical Labret | Tattoos: Sleeved in various colorful depictions of ‘Hells’ Denizens. Archaic lines, spirals and thorny vines wrap her body.

Personality
Ellari, or Remorse as the beings in her dreams call her is a disconcerted women. Her extreme apathetic outlook on life and approach has gotten her through most of her tiny years and harder situations with minimal effort on her part. The fact she occasionally forgets exactly who anyone is, or where she is could have attributed to this. So why did anything but the moment matter? This has given her a straightforward and open nature and lack of respect for consequence. Nothing really mattered if you didn't want it too. Deep down, though maybe it's only towards some of those that pass through her dreams, is someone that wants to care and love. You can trust her to be honest, tactlessly so about whatever she sees or feels. Contradictorily, she is prone to extreme excitement over certain things and her reactions can be equally disproportionate. She follows stimulation and can often be found in the background, observing interesting events, journal in hand. She's never admitted it, but she understands her situation better than most think, and her future terrifies her.

Disorders/Disabilities
Nightmare Disorder | Substance Abuse | Chronic Insomnia | Dissociative Amnesia and Personality | Sleepwalking

Sleeping is difficult at best and always unpleasant in a masochistic way. Being so long in a sleep deprived state, she is prone to mild hallucinations and disorientation. This has led her to distract herself with wandering at all hours and mentally numb herself with substances and other activities. Reality is flawed and sometimes it's exceedingly difficult to separate her daydreams and memories from false ones and nightmares.
Further, she disassociates from reality more often than is convenient, herself and recent occurrences from time to time.

Powers
From the Root of Dreams stems her power and mental degradation.
She gave up on the concept of what is real a long time ago and uses a passion for literature, substance abuse and loud sensory input to mask and numb her life.
Ironically, she dislikes making loud noise and being illuminated.

- Sensory Distortion: Depending on her targets willpower and sense of self. She is able to 'conjure' false input for any of the senses. Her favored choices are foul or horrific Hallucinations. She does not like inflicting feelings of pain such as burning or injury however. When lost in daydreams, manifestations of what she is thinking can occasionally be seen flitting around her to the casual observer.

- As a Medium: Her physical senses are adequate in times of focus but often listless otherwise, not that she trusts them much anyways. Her spiritual ones are far more heightened. Her gut, as she calls it. She has been known to hear, see and feel things when her surroundings are quiet. Chain smoking is her preferred method of preventing this.

- Movement and Manifestation: In states of extreme panic or heightened emotion her Hallucinations and Imagination can sometimes manifest and affect physical reality around her; In the form of slipping through walls and falling into other places or breaking things with DreamKin. She has yet to actively accomplish focusing this into effective physical violence or transportation.

- Astral Projection: Involuntarily, and occasionally by choice she may leave her physical vessel and traverse the landscape or various Dreamscapes. Occasionally this has led her to enter back into the physical world through others dreams, and appearing in their proximity. This is very dangerous as nothing but one's willpower and Souls strength are there for protection from the other things that hunt the Spirit World.

Skills
- Avoidance: On some occasions she has used bricks, eye gouging and biting to great effect though force is not her forte'. She prefers the elegance and subtly of wreaking Havoc on her foes sense of reality, especially in uncomfortable social interactions or when her passage is being barred. Not being noticed in the first place is the best tactic yet found.
- Infiltration: It could be an interest in how things work or a malleable impression of reality but combined, keeps her getting into places she’s not supposed to go and learning things not meant for her; A pursuit hard for her to avoid. She’s often heard whispering “Light as a feather” when climbing around on things.

History
Something happened when she was very young. She never could recall however and no one else she knew could decide either. Personally, Ellari believes it was Aliens or those creepy Spirit things that inhabit peoples closets and hearts. She's always had a 'problem' with her nightmares, mental blocks and more since then. Her issues intensified quickly, medication ensued and surmounting medical failure resulted. Unable to function inside the bounds of normal day to day life, from work to school and climaxing with the assault that she’s still wanted for she finally ended up a vagabond. She spends her time bartering, borrowing and trading things others find valuable for what she wants. It’s understandable to her some nights when she remembers everything. Assuming what she recalls is true in the first place.

Likes/Dislikes
Likes Dreams|Being Scared|Old Places|New Sensory Input|Reading: Anything|Cigarettes|Drugs: Uppers|Knowing Private things about other people.

Dislikes Bright Lights|Loud Noises|Loud People|Subjective thoughts stated as Fact|Mirrors|Windows that can't be seen through|Hot Weather

Major Equipment
Nearly every finger has a silver band with a small protruding spike. She claims silver carries over into the other realms, providing decent grip and some defense.
Legs: Black baggie jeans randomly patched with faded colored squares of previous pants and light scrap metal.
Feet: Well worn, steel toed boots with some dull copper on top for good measure. That carries over too, according to her.
Other: She religiously keeps a journal on her person at all times and sometimes makes notes at very awkward or inappropriate moments. She claims she pulled it from the Dreamscape Alindis and it never seems to fill up no matter how much she scribbles away.

She always stitches deep pockets into her clothes, either practically placed or hidden.
An old suede backpack always accompanies her along with her crowbar or some other prying, swinging object. On the occasions of confiscation, it would be replaced hastily and with much urgency. She covets silver, copper, certain herbs and stones for reasons she has yet to fully comprehend.

"There's a thousand and one uses for a knife, even more so for a hard swingy thing."