| Animal spirit 2. | Twenty. | Female. |
Ellis is shown with deep red hair, yet in other cases it is pure black, inky, similar to the colors of a midnight sky lacking the stars and moon. It has been in a solved matter that her hair becomes red after a change, which she encounters frequently and is rarely in her human body. Eventually, she believes that she will stop changing, but the inevitable of that time she is not ready to face, for on an occasion she will miss the comforting feel of being surrounded of others, them lacking the knowledge of what she hides beneath the exterior of her skin. Ellis has never been caught without her red scarf, a small little treasure which is an addition to her many human days, although they are shortening and lacking, but she still has the scarf kept somewhere safe, whether it be in a small hole dug by her feeble paws or wrung around her neck. Her skin is pale, soft and light, in contrast to her either red or black hair. Some have described her skin as being 'creamy', similar to that of ice-cream among a warm summer day, but she just finds that odd for her exterior to be similar to ice-cream. The compliments she gains are nothing she dwells upon, for her thoughts are usually elsewhere, not on the conversation of herself. Their are two, red berets wrung through her hair, and for some odd reason she lacks the knowledge of how they stay among her hair when the minimal change occurs. Her
In her animal spirit, she appears as a fiery phoenix, her feathers ranging in warm colors. A red haze wraps around her animal, practically like intertwined wires, or external veins cording together to create the haze. Ellis assumes it has to deal with the presence of her magic.
Obviously, her love is pure for the master that will claim her, but they haven't an idea of her existence, yet the mere thought of being in the presence of this being chills her. To be caught in her animal form for many days to follow would leave her exhausted—if she were to ever change once apparent with the master. Ellis attempts to avoid this bonding sensation which has changed her feelings, created her into something that she wasn't was, a caring, loving person, where she had been a past being, lacking the sense to withdraw herself from a world of fantasy; a glaze always over her eyes as she was lost in her mind. Trapped in a cage, tortured by her own senses, and left distraught, mentally, due to her own self. Ellis blames it on the magic, for being so powerful in her human form that has changed her thoughts into something inhumane, and that is only when she finds a calm in her spirit form.
Ellis does not find much to the scientists, for they are a bore and she does not ponder over the matters of science. Her opinion is limited, but it is sharp, because she finds the scientists to be ignorant to their greed for changing the world. Not only are they blinded by masks which cover their features and create a distortion to who they truly are, but they wear plastic crowns upon their heads as if they are the true leaders of an imaginative kingdom, which sickens her. The thought of their smiles when seeing her change had created a sudden fear for their clammy hands, a cool sweat collecting against their neck, and their smiles broadening as they get to study her, as they get to see how she acts under the influence of her change. Ellis finds it to be natural, nothing large, but they find it as an exception to human, a nature which will soon change the world.
Ellis is generally a calm woman, unless enraged by a serious matter which is unlikely, for she tends to take matters with an adult-like personality, although she is only in the young years of her coming adulthood. Many discover her to be too serious, as she tends to not joke much, but rather than dwell on a humor she lacks, many discover a positivity into the lackluster charm of herself. Ellis happens to have a way with her words, many explain it to be the right phrases, while others say she is grand in the matter of persuasion and excels in the acts of charisma. How tedious to have such words thrown at her when she could be laying among her couch, fearing a future which will soon come. The many people who speak to her are either friends she has chosen to trust via reality, but they have such an odd way of a lifestyle, for they act in such a clumsy matter, while Ellis is poised, proper, and a natural royal atmosphere surrounds her cool personality. The silly ones that have surrounded her are usually lost in the topics which she brings among, whether it be upon religion or politics, she finds not many to be interesting in her understatement of a reality which she can never interpret.
• After she changes via human form to her animal spirit, or the other way around, she becomes weak, and has to rest for the following day. Ellis is still able to function properly, but a wearing fatigue settles over her.
• Ellis cannot run for a long period of time in her human form, due to her unnatural build.
• She is more susceptible to gaining attacks from the opposing being when fighting, as she has a tendency for distraction, whether it be when she is an animal spirit or a human.
• Ellis is clearly too serious, but she is blinded by her own self, not because of a high self-worth, but rather that she shan't see her flaws, for she knows she has too many.
Ellis was born by a fierce mother, with a glint of a fierce warrior yielding to the duties of a mother, with two other children who had already ruined a life she once believed to be fulfilled by weaponry of a sorts, but that was easily dissuaded with her father, who was persistent with his dream of her staying at home while he were to take up her ambition. It was an easy betrayal by a man with such disgust upon his features, where when he were to smile, it showed not a smile glowering with happiness, but rather toothy with an expression of greed portrayed by a mad-man. He had left she and her other siblings, along with a distraught mother for the children to tend to, as she could not take care of herself. Her mother was locking herself in her own room, a punishment which she discovered to be witnessed as self-discipline rather than self-harm, but all the children knew she were to be going mad by the father she once loved, married, and had three children with, now abandoning her to be with a whore. Eventually, the family had moved on, while Ellis had known among her young ages of life that her father would be some form of an evil villain, whether it range in the fantasy type of a cloak-wearing, spell-casting villain, or the one of realism. One who left his family by his own liking, where he discovered the ideal life to be with a blonde, idiotic woman who was more of a child than Ellis herself, and she had been seven at the time of these thoughts of such intellect.
By her age of twelve she had become disinterested in schoolwork, for she had a rather odd tendency of knowledge, her mother claiming she were to be a child of rather odd qualities. Ellis was smart, she was swift on her feet, and she spoke less than a child in her school who picked his own nose and named the snot he retrieved from the caverns of germs. On a cloudy day, she sat alone on the playground, for her class had retreated inside, rushing forth to have their safety delivered to them by an oncoming storm of twisting, cackling winds, and rain that battered down upon her scalp like the tapping of sharp fingernails. Ellis had stayed outside, only to discover the men wielding lab-coats, the men with the clipboards stained with rainwater, along with their clicking pens. They were scientists, as Ellis had noted mentally, but they had approached her, sedated her, and taken her into a laboratory for further testing which ranged in injections, and other shots which created her into the being she is today. The changer, the unknown, or the mythological creature that had no existence in a world lacking of many beliefs. Eventually, she became true to herself, a form which she eventually accepted at an early age, which had also been a shock for the eager scientists who had quickly become a second family; yet bitter and cold with the need for discipline, even if Ellis were to sit wrong. She lived and breathed among the laboratory, never really getting a break from the white doors, the white walls, the tiled floors cleaned by the gruff janitor every evening on a glum Tuesday. Ellis aged, having gone without a sight to never return, to enter reality where none ever knew of her, for she had changed from a young girl with rounded features to a tall, stick-like woman with the approach of a politician rather than a normal citizen walking among the crowds of others.
Ellis was trapped in a cage of her own mind, lost in the varieties of insanity, to only wake to find the cage of realism, of the laboratory which she rarely can run from.