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Eloise Katell

I meant what I said and I said what I meant.

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a character in “The Gods' Game”, as played by Phoeni

Description

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"Travel light, live light, spread the light, be the light"


Basic Info


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Full name
Eloise Elizabeth Katell
[size=160]Nickname

Eloh
Age
20
Pantheon:
Greek
Reincarnation of:
Asteria




Interests



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Appearance
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 5’5
Weight: 51’5kg
Piercings: Both of her ears and her belly button.
Tattoos: None
Scars: None


Likes
Children’s TV
Hiding
Outer Space
Citrus fruits


Dislikes
Scripted Reality TV
Children and animals in her apartment
Sleeping early
Slobs



Classical ballet
Astronomy


Fears
Drowning
Spiders



God/Goddess Profile)



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Reincarnation of:
Asteria, Greek goddess of nocturnal oracles, necromancy, astronomy and comets/falling stars.

Peak Powers

  • The ability to summon miniature stars which can be thrown like a weapon.
  • Asteria can conjure a living constellation, though the size is limited to no larger than 6 to 8 times the size of her it immobilizes the user while the constellation attacks for her.
  • Asteria Can summon a star large enough for her to stand on, that she can use to ride, the longer the star is maintained, the more energy it drains.
  • Asteria can harness the power of comets/asteroids/planets although, the larger the object, the more it drains her.
  • Asteria can animate corpses (necromancy) for periods of time. She can also hear and see the dead.


Character Thoughts
On the Ancient Deities: Eloise knows about the goddesses and gods- although more about the Greeks as she studied classical. She knows vaguely about Norse mythology, even less about Egyptian and basically nothing about the Mesoamericans.
On your god/goddess:Eloise had heard her mentioned one or twice but never payed any attention, really. She thinks her goddess looks alright, anyway.
Killing:Eloise isn’t particularly thrilled but as long as she doesn’t have a connection with the victim she is surprisingly fine with it, if it’s a kill or be killed situation.




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Personality
Eloise always has to have a goal. The girl needs to aim for something, or she’ll have nothing to do. She finds it hard to live in the moment, and is constantly planning her next move carefully in her head. She’s a bright girl, but doesn’t really care about equations and would rather be doing something that would ‘benefit’ her more. She is very soft-spoken and In her constant thoughts and regular silence, when this girl speaks, it normally always means something. She takes great precision with her words and finds it is often her greatest weapon. Having a sharp tongue or intriguing words can earn her almost anything in the end. She could be dubbed an amazing public speaker, as she has been known to move large groups with a few well-chosen words. This can also be seen as manipulative, but Eloh is quite proud of her speaking ability. She is not known to use it for ill intentions or any sort of personal gain, only to smooth problems, persuade, and pry further into the truth within another. Even so, if she were to fall on hard times, she may just see the other side of the gift.

As you might be able to tell, Eloh hardly ever talks. She feels compelled to keep her true thoughts inside of her, creating a shy, loner girl persona. Eloise likes people, but she prefers her own company much more. This is why she likes to hide, The girl is small and lean, resulting in the perfect figure for hiding. Eloh has a great memory. Born with an articulate condition, Eidetic memory allows for her to remember things that the brain would otherwise forget. It is a double edged sword though, a blessing, and also a curse. It makes her almost hypersensitive to the world around her, as she exploits her condition on occasion to soak up everything that she possible can. Sometimes, when being questioned thoroughly, she'll get a headache when she tries to recall too much information.


History
Eloise was born to now-retired models Trina and Jon Katell who resided in a sunlit town in Florida. Nothing much more exciting happening than a few childhood acts of mischief . Her early childhood was amazingly utterly unremarkable for a child of two models who were far from ordinary themselves, and while technically being an only child, she was raised with her aunt Lana always beside her like a sister.

The sudden death of her mother and her father's subsequent fall into depression at age eight forced her to mature quickly. Eloise moved to Orlando in an apartment with Lana. She grew up, and still nothing really worth note of happened. She was now not allowed to see her father, as he had started starving himself. She had started middle school by this point, and hated every minute if it. She wanted to get out.

So once she’d finished middle school, they moved again to New York. Eloise got through high school and went on to become a journalist by proffesion and a photographer by hobby. Lana moved back to Florida, but Eloise stayed in New York City to pursue photography.




THEME SONG
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You Know You Like It||AlunaGeorge

Some people want me to be heads or tails
I say no way, try again, another day
I should be happy, not tipping the scales
I just won't play letting my life get away

I'm no fool, no, I'm not a follower
I don't take things as they come
If they bring me down
Life can be cruel if you're a dreamer
I just wanna have some fun
Don't tell me what can't be done

So begins...

Eloise Katell's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lenny Mathews Character Portrait: Eloise Katell Character Portrait: Mallory Witte Character Portrait: James "Red" Heights Character Portrait: Seth "Nine-Lives" Laske Character Portrait: Charlie Johnson Character Portrait: Cooper Masson

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Apocalyptic New York: A crumbling city, empty of the millions that once called this place home. The plant life is reclaiming the city, stray animals can be found scavenging for food. Around the edges of the city roam fierce creatures that were thought to only exist in legend and myth.
But now reincarnations of the ancient gods are appearing around the city. Their goal: To find and kill the other pantheons' gods. The last surviving team not only leaves with their life but with the power to once again rule the human world and save it from destruction.


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He had called her Ix Chel. Who the hell was Ix Chel and what was going on? Lenny had been out walking to the shops when the earthquake hit. Walls and tumbled down around her, people had disappeared and then this guy had appeared. He didn't look exactly human, in fact he was holding a scepter shaped like a snake and mirror, had feathers on his head and face paint that made Lenny think of a tribal warrior from the movies. Strangely enough, although he didn't give his name, Lenny felt that she somehow knew him. Huitzilopochtli?.

His explanation had been brief and not entirely satisfactory but Lenny had got the gist of it, she was in the future and being forced into a life or death battle against other... gods? The whole godly bit might have been a bit hard to swallow if she wasn't now standing near the docks of New York City. In the harbor she could see the statue of liberty, the flame in her hand hanging at an odd angle.

"Holy shit, what the hell is going on?" She said to herself, glancing around. "Excuse me! You can't just leave me here!" Lenny frowned as she received no answer, or at least not the answer she was looking for.
From away to her left came the sound of heavy footsteps. Lenny spun around, both hopeful and scared. Her hope quickly died as she saw the creature that stepped out of the shadows.

The body of a man and head of a bull. A minotaur. It gave a bellow and before Lenny could fully process the fact that the minotaur was real it charged. Lenny turned on her heel and ran. She had the harbor on one side so she went towards the city, dodging cracked pavement and thick weeds that grew everywhere. Lenny could hear the minotaur gaining on her and frantically glanced around for something, anything that could get her away from it. Her eyes alighted on a fire ladder, halfway pulled down and with a rubbish bin standing beneath it. Before she could second guess herself Lenny changed direction. She jumped, hoped onto the bin and then grabbed the fire ladder. It shuddered slightly as she added her weight to it but thankfully it didn't break. She quickly climbed up, leaving the frustrated minotaur below.

Only when Lenny reached the roof did she allow herself to slump down on the tattered tiles. A stinging sensation on her arm made Lenny glance down to see her long sleeved shirt had been cut on the sleeve. She couldn't remember when or how. The pinprick of pain brought it home to her that this wasn't a dream. Her eyes widened as the shallow graze on her arm, which had been welling with blood a second ago, began to heal itself. Did this have to do with this Ix Chel chick?

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Cooper found himself on the top of a ten story apartment building. He had been called Horus by the guy/god that had appeared too him. 'Horus, was he Egyptian?' Cooper thought, trying to distract himself from the dizzying heights. He hated heights and was already searching for a way to get down. Luckily for Cooper he wasn't on the edge of the city, otherwise he would have been in danger of being attack by a monster. He could certainly hear them though. There was a loud bellowing coming from the docks a short ways away that made Cooper think of a bull.

Eventually Cooper found a door to the inside of the building and after a moment of tugging and pushing he managed to get it open. Below him the floors of the apartment building were strewn with litter. He poked his head into a few of them. In one he found a packet of cigarettes, half full and better than nothing. Cooper pocketed them before continuing down the building. It didn't bother him too much that the building was deserted and clearly falling apart. It looked as if a tornado had raced through the rooms. None of their power worked and he found nothing to eat.

The guy that had explained the situation to Cooper had made it clear that this was some kind of battle and that Cooper was expected to fight and kill other gods. Cooper snorted as he thought of it, there was no way that he was risking his own life for anything. No, he was going to find somewhere nice to hole up and stay there until this whole thing blew over... provided that it did of course blow over. Whatever happened he was going to make sure he steered clear of anyone or anything that might hurt him. It wasn't that Cooper was a coward, he just valued his own life more than, say the rest of humanity.

The front entrance was, strangely, without rubble or any other feature that might have made it seem uninhabited. An unopened chocolate bar sat on behind the reception desk and Cooper snatched it up as he passed. With a shove of his shoulder he pushed open the door and quietly glanced out into the street, making sure that no one was out there waiting.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lenny Mathews Character Portrait: Eloise Katell Character Portrait: Mallory Witte Character Portrait: James "Red" Heights Character Portrait: Seth "Nine-Lives" Laske Character Portrait: Charlie Johnson Character Portrait: Cooper Masson Character Portrait: Warner Highmont McGregore

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As Lenny caught her breath she could make out other sounds erupting from around the city. If she had to, she would guess that others had been attacked by monsters. From a few blocks over she could just make out the shrieking of something . It didn't sound particularly human, somewhere between a human woman and a female. The sound sent chills down her back in just the same way that the Minotaur's shouting from below did.
"What did that guy say?" Lenny thought as she pushed herself to her feet, "There are others out there and some were in my team?"
Nothing made sense and as much as Lenny might have liked to imagine she was dreaming... well there was no way a dream would be this realistic. Not to mention the cut on her arm that had stung. Lenny glanced back down at her sleeve, the skin shown through the torn part was only marked by a thin layer of blood. The skin itself was completely healed.

Lenny pushed the cut out of her mind and wondered to the edge of the building, glancing down into the alley she had ascended from. Below the minotaur growled up at her, apparently it - he? - wasn't likely to quickly forget his prey but neither did it seem that the minotaur could climb or for that matter think of another way to reach her. That gave Lenny an advantage and quickly she strode to the other side of the roof. The flooring creaked in places, making her move more cautiously. Thankfully the building was pressed against another slightly taller building and Lenny was able to climb up onto this roof. From the higher view point she could see the things that had been making the screeching sounds.
Harpies? She thought, remembered some vague lesson on Greek mythology from years ago. Lenny figured that if a minotaur existed than why not Harpies.

Lenny glanced around and found a ladder leading back down the street, thankfully far from where the minotaur was still bellowing. She tested the ladder, found it satisfactory to carry her weight and then carefully climbed down. Once she reached the street Lenny paused. Just where was she going? It wasn't like she knew anyone in New York, it was deserted. Lenny glanced in the direction of the harpies, no doubt there were people there but the question was whether they were those who were supposedly on her side or the ones who would be trying to kill her...

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Cooper found the street deserted. Cars rusted in the centre of the road while greenery had began to grow up through the concrete.
"What the bloody hell happened?" He spoke aloud, finding his cautiousness lost in the face of this mystery. Something had happened so the millions of people who lived and worked here and suddenly left and disappeared.
Cooper began to pick his way through the rubble, his ears pricked for any hint of a noise. He could still hear a range of bellowing and shrieking coming from one side of the city and he was both curious and nervous about what had caused it. His nervousness, of course, won out and his direction was in the opposite direction.

Cooper had just turned a corner when a sound caught his attention, someone's footfalls were echoing down the street. Cooper ducked behind a brick wall, half the bricks tumbled onto the road and watched as the person in question rounded the corner. He was a tall blonde man. There was nothing extra-ordinary about the man that might have indicated to Cooper that he was one of the other gods that were meant to be trying to kill him. As he drew closer Cooper could make out a Celtic tree tattoo on his wrist.

Cooper remained quiet, any move he made might draw this man's attention and Cooper did not want that. Besides you could often tell more about a person when they didn't know they were being watched as opposed to when they did know.
A question formed in his head as he watched the man,
"How would he be able to tell the 'gods' that were supposed to be on his side against the ones that were apparently trying to kill him? .
Cooper had heard the man that had appeared to him earlier use the words gods. Cooper had even understood that the man was including Cooper in the title. Even so there was understanding and then there was accepting. Cooper was a far cry away from accepting that he was a god.