#the crows are a bad organisation that does horrible things but also right now they genuinely ARE protecting treviso and its people

[thebaldursmouthgazette]

Oh btw Ivenci is supposed to have a few good points

Like they’re still obviously wrong in the whole selling the city out to an invading army and planning to drug everyone with lobotomy drugs

But you’re supposed to hear what they have to say about the crows and think hmm they have a point

There’s a lot of complaints about this game making everything in black and white morality with no nuance, but this is one of the many examples where there is nuance and people have chosen to not only pretend there isn’t, but somehow use the existence of nuance as proof there is no nuance

The writers did not slip on a banana, fall on their computer and accidentally hit their keys in a way that wrote ivencis lines criticising the crows, before they accidentally got sent off to the VAs and then accidentally was included in the game. They put that there deliberately.

When you hear those lines and thing “you know they’ve got a point here” that is because the writers deliberate included them having a point there so that you would think they had a point there

The whole point is that yeah they may have a point but that does not justify all their actions and the harm they’ve caused to others. Hmm I wonder if that fits in thematically with the rest of the game

[jentrevellan]

SUMMARY: Cullen’s POV to the events of Dragon Age: Inquisition. Cullen x Lyla Lavellan (Mage)! One-sided Solas romance! Some in-game scenes expanded! Plus lots more to come! Reblogs, likes and replies are loved. ^^

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Letters

The letter sits on my desk, unopened and untouched. I know that writing - it’s clear and crisp and holds many memories and regrets. I’m leaning against the stone wall, staring at it for what seems like an hour until I finally muster the courage to unseal it.

"Dear Mia, I'm still alive. Your loving brother, Cullen" Honestly, is it so difficult? We thought you were dead. Again. If the Inquisition was not on everyone's lips, we would never have heard that their fine commander survived Haven. We've been hearing strange things about the templars lately. I am not sorry you left them. I thought your resignation was implied when you joined the Inquisition, but you meant something more, didn't you? It's a fool's errand asking you to stay safe, but please try. Your loving sister, (see how easy this is?) Mia

I re-read the letter several times, to digest every sentence, every word. The guilt of it all rattles through me, making me grip the hilt of my sword for support as I pace my office. I read it again, just to take in that familiar handwriting and I scrunch it up. I throw it to the floor exasperated. My legs jerk as I hesitate again before swooping down to pick up the letter once more and flatten it on my desk just to read it again. My elation from the memories of Lyla and I sparring before she left for the Western Approach are extinguished as if to remind me that I don’t deserve to be happy. I do not deserve Lyla when I have let so many others down; let my family down. If I’m not careful, I will let Lyla down too and the thought cripples me.

To tell my sister that I have, in-fact, written to her many times over the years only to end up as kindling, would drive her mad with anger. But it is has been so long since I’ve seen any of my siblings, that I find myself struggling to remember their faces, their voices.

I spend the rest of the afternoon mulling over reports, only to re-read Mia’s letter again and again. I know I’m in desperate need of a distraction with the absence that Lyla has left since her mission to the Western Approach. Any day now, a report is due from them and I am anxious to hear any news, feeling useless that we are left in the dark about the unknown.

It’s late in the evening when there’s a gentle knock at the door. For a moment I forget that Lyla is away, and my stomach flips at the thought of seeing her. But Leliana enters the room, a crow on her arm.

“I thought you would still be up,” she says. “I’ve got messages from the Inquisitor.”

“Messages?” I repeat, puzzled.

Leliana tugs out the rolled parchment from the crow’s ankle. “There’s her official report but also another, addressed only to you.”

I stand abruptly, and the crow flaps its wings at my sudden movement. Leliana coos to the bird, stroking it’s chest with a gloved finger.

I take the letter from her outstretched hand, and recognise Lyla’s loopy script reading just ‘Commander Cullen’. I turn it over, noticing the seal is already broken.

“Intercepted?” I ask, glancing at Leliana.

She shakes her head. “I have to check these things, you know. I ought to get her to write in code, really.”

“You’ve read it?”

“Well it was attached to the same bird - I had to check, just incase.”

I sigh, tucking the letter into my pocket, wanting to read it in my own time, alone. But the apprehension of reading her letter is an awful temptation. I can feel it burning in my pocket.

“Cullen, I should talk to you about Inquisitor Lavellan... and you.”

I still, waiting for her to continue, dreading her words.

“Whilst my teasing is all in jest I just need to make sure that… things won’t get complicated if they-”

“They won’t, Leliana,” I cut across.

She inclines her head slightly. “I only mean… does she know about your… headaches?”

“Yes. Although she knows little of how bad they are. I do not want to be a burden.”

Leliana nods. “I don’t want either of you getting hurt. And it’s probably best, for diplomatic reasons, that whatever is going on between you, remains as private as possible.”

“Diplomatic reasons?”

A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. “Josephine is negotiating and handling all new queries regarding lineage and betrothals for both you an the Inquisitor. Don’t worry,” she says, as I open my mouth to protest. “Our ambassador is very good at holding them at bay. But in the interests of alliances, I suggest you keep this a private matter, yes?”

“I intend to,” I say, a horrible taste in my mouth, hating the ways of the great game.

She sighs. “I remember during the Blight, Alistair and the Neria falling for each other. Oh, they caused such a great scandal when Alistair refused the Kingship to remain a Warden. We all know he did it to stay with her.”

“I won’t abandon the Inquisition, if that’s what you’re implying,” I say.

“I know that… but you know that Lyla will have to abandon Clan Lavellan if she stays with you?” Leliana says softly. When I don’t reply she turns to leave, handing me the report with the Inquisition seal. “Just be careful. I’ll meet you in the war room in the morning with Josephine so we can discuss this report.”

“Thank you, Leliana,” I say, looking down at the report. She backs out of my office, closing the door softly behind her.

I walk slowly back to my desk, unrolling the neat report and preparing myself for the news. At least I know she is safe, and that gives me a little hope, despite Leliana’s words.

Dear Advisors, It is much worse than we thought. The Grey Wardens are not in their right mind, with Warden mages under complete control of Corypheus, through a Tevinter mage: Erimond. What’s worse, is that those who aren’t possessed are simply following orders, hoping this will stop a future Blight. They are scared and desperate and are congregating at Adamant Fortress, to the west, using blood magic to summon demons.

We have learnt a great deal, but will need to get into Adamant Fortress before Corypheus’ demon army can be summoned by his Warden puppets. In an attempt to secure the Western Approach, we have procured Griffon Wing Keep - Captain Rylen is setting up a base here for the Inquisition.

We are returning to Skyhold as quickly as possible and will be back within the week, Creators permitting. I shall explain more when I arrive.

Signed, Inquisitor Lavellan, Herald of Andraste

I scan the letter several times and immediately begin planning for an inevitable assault. I spend most of the night pouring over maps and documents, writing plans and orders, counting recruits and composing regiments. It’s tedious work, but I’m admittedly pleased for the distraction, knowing that the Inquisition’s army are almost ready. I speak to Blackwall late in the night asking for his opinion, but the man is elusive with his knowledge of Adamant Fortress. Even so, he’s clearly had experience in an army, but I’m too intent on organising a potential assault, that I don’t probe him for more.

I can see light starting to appear on the horizon when I finally get up from my desk and stretch. It’s a few hours before the rest of the keep will awake, and normally I would be meeting Lyla in the training ground for our sparring match.

With a jerk, I reach into my pocket, suddenly remembering her letter. How could I have forgotten? My eyes are heavy and I know I need to sleep before the meeting in a few hours, but to know that she has written to me - just me - greatly lifts my heart. I smile as I climb the ladder, peeling off my armour and standing by the window. Finally, I roll open the letter and read by the faint light of dawn at the window.

Dear Cullen, You’ll have seen my report from the Western Approach to you, Leliana and Josephine by now, but this is not a report. Leliana - I know you’ll read this anyway, but please, this is informal and strictly off-the-record.

It seems so long since I was at Skyhold, saying goodbye to you at the stables. It seems even longer since that soiree. How ridiculous does that sound? Dorian is currently reading this over my shoulder as I write and is scoffing. He’s becoming insufferable.

There is sand everywhere, it’s not even remotely comfortable. I never thought I would miss the cold and snow of Skyhold, but here I am praying to the Creators for snow instead of sand.

Really, what I’m trying to say is that I miss you. And I'm not very good at this. Take care, Lyla

I read the letter again and again, my chest lighter, my tiredness easing. I grin at her words and scan the letter once more before collapsing on my bed into a blissfully dreamless sleep; the letter still clutched in my hand.

True to her word, Lyla returns less than a week after her letters arrived. I’m standing in the war room with Leliana and Josephine, awaiting her arrival. Unlike her usual returns to Skyhold, there is no victory to celebrate, only the nervous apprehension of the battle which is sure to come. I rest my hand on the pommel of my sword at my hip, hoping to keep my hands still. I know, that as soon as Lyla arrives, we will plan straightaway for our departure. There will be little to no time to see her, except as our Commander and Inquisitor selves.

But we are at war, I must remind myself of this. Every moment where we are in the same room is a blessing and I will not forget that. When she finally pushes open the doors with Hawke and Alistair behind her, I cannot even try to smile when I see how exhausted she is.

Still in her travelling gear, her hair is windswept and her nose is pink. Her breeches are faded and stained with sand, dirt and now damp from snow. She smiles faintly as she takes her place opposite us at the table, but I can see the way she’s favouring her right side as she walks, and worry plucks at me.

“Welcome back, Inquisitor,” Josephine says, offering a smile.

“Thank you. Although I fear we will need to depart as soon as possible.” She sighs, running a hand through her hair and looking down at the map. I pass her a roll of parchment with clear drawings of the fortress which she browses over as we each present our updates following her letters.

“Adamant Fortress has stood against the darkspawn since the time of the Second Blight,” Leliana says.

“Fortunately for us, that means it was built before the age of modern siege equipment,” I reply. “A good trebuchet will to major damage to those ancient walls, thanks to our Lady Ambassador.”

Josephine beams. “Lady Seryl of Jader was pleased to lend the Inquisition her soldiers. They will deliver the trebuchets.”

“That is the good news,” Leliana says bluntly.

“… and the bad news?” Lyla prompts.

“Erimond called the ritual at the Western Approach a test. He may already be raising his army of demons in the fortress.”

I point to the plans of the fort on the table. “The Inquisition forces can breach the gate, but if the Wardens already have their demons…”

“Look at these records of Adamant’s construction,” Leliana points to similar drawings of the ones I’ve already seen. “There are choke points we can use to limit the field of battle.”

“That’s good,” I say. “We may not be able to defeat them outright.” My mind is working a mile a minute to plan this down to the tiny detail. I turn to Lyla. “But if we cut off reinforcements, we can care you a path to Warden Commander Clarel.”

Lyla looks away, picking at the hem of her gloves. “Taking this fortress is going to get a lot of good soldiers killed.”

I open my mouth to reply but quickly close it. No matter what I say, it’s not going to help. She speaks the truth, but that is the price of fighting a war for peace. To think of those who may die and the lives they leave behind is a luxury I cannot afford to think about.

“Our soldiers know the risks, Inquisitor,” Josephine says softly. “And they know what they’re fighting for.”

“It will be hard fought, no way around it. But we’ll get that gate open,” I say, confident in the men and women I’ve been training. Knowing that for them, they are itching for a battle, to fight in this war.

Josephine glances behind Lyla to where Hawke and Alistair are talking just outside of the doors. “It’s also possible that some Wardens may be sympathetic to our cause.”

“The warriors may be willing to listen to reason,” Leliana concedes. “Though I doubt they will turn against Clarel directly. The mages however, are slaves to Corypheus. They will fight to the death.”

We fall into a contemplative silence as we digest the news. Lyla doesn’t dare look at any of us, but keeps her head bowed, eyes tracing the maps and plans before her, as if absorbing everything to memory.

“We’ll leave on the morrow,” she says eventually.

The meeting is adjourned and we all swiftly return to our duties. In the main hall, I hesitate as I watch Lyla slowly make her way towards her quarters. She stifles a yawn and I'm loathe to disturb her, but cannot think of a reason why I shouldn’t. I know that to be alone on the eve of departing for battle is the last thing you want.

With my mind made up I hand my reports over to one of my men and head towards the kitchens, which are unusually busy at this late hour. I’m blissfully ignored as the cooks and servants hurry around preparing food for the journey with packs of salted meat and sugary treats. I spot lemon cakes on a stand in the corner, knowing that they were meant to be for a welcoming feast with Lyla’s return.

I manage to slip a few onto a plate, pop them on a silver tray and head out to the wine cellar, pulling out a small bottle of chilled wine with none of the servants noticing me. I slip into Josephine’s office and find it - thankfully - empty. Placing the cakes and wine on her desk, I rummage for some parchment and a quill and scribble a quick note:

Inquisitor, Thought you could use a little something sweet to help you relax before our march to the west. Cullen

I cringe over my clumsy words, not knowing what to say. It makes no sense, but I hope it’s something. Before I back-out, I place the parchment on the tray next to the cakes and sweep out of Josephine’s office, pushing the Inquisitor’s quarters door open with my shoulder. With each step I take up the tower, my feet like stone and the tray appears to get heavier. When I finally stop outside of her closed chamber door, I place the tray down, determined not to knock, incase she is already asleep. However desperate I am to see her, I know that calling on her in the night like this, on the eve of our departure, really isn’t proper.

Kneeling down, I place the tray on the floor outside of the door. I straighten, resist the final urge to knock and back away. As I turn and head towards the stairs back down, a shiver runs up my spine and I freeze on the spot. The door is opening.

“Cullen?” her voice is soft, quiet and questioning.

I don’t reply, I don’t trust myself. But she says my name again and I am compelled to turn and look at her at least. I tell myself not to speak, not to move, just to respond to her questions. Not to bother her.

She stands in the doorway, a hand on the catch. Her light hair tumbles down in soft waves around her face and her lips are parted slightly. To me, she looks so enchanting, dressed so simply in a leather breeches and a loose shirt. There’s a faint smile tugging the corners of her lips as she glances down at the tray by her feet.

“What’s all this?”

I rub the back of my neck, looking anywhere but at her. This was a terrible idea. I should not be here.

“I… I thought… ah, it doesn’t matter.”

“Ah, lemon cakes!”

Lyla picks up the tray and turns to take it with her, but looks at me over her shoulder. “Won’t you join me for a glass?”

Every part of me wants to say yes, to pick her up with the tray and take her to her rooms, but I remain rooted to the spot. Her face falls a little, so instead she carefully puts the tray back down on the floor, steps over it and walks towards me.

“I shouldn’t be here,” I say quietly, when she stops in front of me.

“I know,” she replies softly, leaning up and kissing my cheek.

Something in me snaps and I take her waist, desperate to feel her as close to me as possible: it’s been so many weeks since I helped her onto her horse, even longer since we had kissed on the training ground. My nervousness is replaced by determination as I pull her close, knowing more than anything I want to cherish her, protect her and spend just one night ignoring our responsibilities and those cursed ‘appearances’. Despite this, with restrain I don’t know I had, I pull her into a hug, resting my head on her shoulder, breathing in deeply her light scent of strawberries and sweat.

We’re silent for a few moments before she kisses my temple. “Cullen,” she says, breathlessly. It sends a shiver of desire through me. Oh Maker, this is not good…

“Cullen,” she repeats. “Your-your armour is-ah-”

With a start I pull back. “Sorry!” I exclaim.

Lyla shakes her head, smiling. “Thank you, Cullen. I…” She chews her bottom lip and carefully steps back. “I should… I should go.”

I’m deflated but I know it’s right so I nod. “Me too. I just… needed to make sure you’re alright,” I say lamely.

“I missed you,” she replies, picking the tray up once more. “And not just because you brought me lemon cakes and wine,” she chuckles.

I grin at her and rub my neck. “Well, goodnight, Lyla.”

“Goodnight Cullen.”

The door closes softly and I’m left in the dark corridor knowing that sleep will be hard to come by tonight.

[sammis-workbook]

Detailed Character Profile

Full name: Elena Braşoveanu

Nicknames: The Dark Angel, El, Lena

Age: 23

Date of birth: June 28, 2028

Nationality: Romanian

City of birth: Constanta

Hometown: San Francisco

Where she was held captive/lived when she was brainwashed: Madborough (fictional city in europe)

Current location: New York (2051)

Occupation: Superhero, but her day job is at a book store due to it being one of her happy places, she loved reading books as a child and the smell of them etc but after being held captive for years it was a way to escape, a way to pretend she was someone she wasn’t so ashamed of

Employing company: Outcasts Inc

Team name: The Outcasts

Does he or she own a home? she lives in a skyscraper almost apartment building kind of thing but it is specifically for heroes and they are in seperate apartment things where each person has their own floor designed to their choosing with a lift connecting them all but she also has a house of her own filled with things for her past that is more unique and shows the side she tries to hide from people and the only person who gets to see it is her boyfriend - not until she has to visit her place on a mission though as it shows the side of her she hides from everyone 

Eye colour: Blue

Hair colour: Brown

Hair style: Wears it down normally but in hero form it is in a very high ponytail, her hair is very long

Skin colour: Tan

Height: 5’4

Build: Slim

Sexual Orientation: Straight

If a social class exists in their world, to which one do they belong? Upperclass

Does the character drink regularly? Yes, you will regularly find her at the end of a long day nursing a drink, most of the time it is vodka - although if she wakes up from a really long day she will sneak into her boyfriends room and go and grab some of his 20 year old bourbon.

Does the character smoke? No, her captors used to smoke all the time and now she can’t stand being anywhere near it.

Talents/Skills: Dagger and knife skills, unbelievable with swords, incredible flexibility and cat-like reflexes, ability to read and hide emotions

What’s the style of the character? her style is very futuristic and fashion-forward due to the setting of the story

Do they have any distinguishing features (tattoos, piercings, scars, birthmarks)? - she has a tattoo at the base of her neck which was her ID number from when she was held captive - she never wanted any more after that, feeling like tattoos were a way of branding, she’s got multiple ear piercings, she’s got a scar on her left shoulder from being shot, she has a massive scar the length of her forearm on her right arm and another one on her left thigh from a knife 

What's their preferred outfit? She generally navigates towards skirts and dresses as she loves fashion and is very feminine which people find odd due to her aggressive nature and will wear leggings around home as they are the only form of pants that are comfortable

Do they wear glasses? No

What accessories are ALWAYS associated with them? She will always wear the necklace her boyfriend got her before they got together, he had it from when he was younger and told her that he couldn’t imagine anyone else wearing it, and in her hero form it is her swords - it is the one thing she kept from her past as a villain as they were gifted to her by a citizen she saved despite being ordered to kill her 

What's their usual level of grooming/dress style? - Fashion forward, very put together, style thats stands out from the crows - lots of colour due to only wearing shades while held captive

Describe their handwriting (sloppy, neat, careful, unintelligible). It is very neat and script like, very pretty, however, because of that it can sometimes be quite hard to read

How do they walk? Confident, powerful strides in public - almost as if on a runway but around home and those she trusts it is more meaningless, often distracted or sad like

Posture: Stiff, military

How emotive are they? Do they wear their emotions on their sleeve? How easily can others to read them? - She is very hard to read, she has so many emotions bottled up inside that she feels deeply when alone but no one else ever sees that, to her its a sign of weakness and it is one of the few things she is thankful for being trained in because no one can ever figure her out if she doesn’t want them to - well other than her boyfriend due to his similar experience.They have a resting bitch face as well. 

What are their hobbies? As a child she did almost everything but her main hobby was dance, she had competitions every weekend, always coming first and that skill was part of the reason why shed got kidnapped. Since then though she hasn’t really taken up many hobbies, although she loves reading as a distraction and also loves taking photos as a way of trying to understand things and also tell a story herself, this is also why she loves writing, and to get her feelings out and understand them without having to talk to anyone about it

What kind of vehicle to they drive? she drives a motorbike, its quick, easy and good to get in and out of tight spaces - great for a hero but also for someone who is quite an impatient person in her everyday life 

What are their pet peeves? Slow walkers, loud chewers, people asking her if she is okay

What do they like to do in their spare time? She does a lot of training, even outside of mandatory training sessions (it allows her to think straight) but for fun she will read, write and take photos. She will also spend a lot of her evenings on the roof talking with her boyfriend about anything and everything while stargazing (she loves the stars as she never really got to see them much when she was held captive and used to stargaze with her family, mostly her dad before she was kidnapped as he was an astronomer)

What is their favourite place in the world? She absolutely loves Romania, she was really disappointed and sad when her parents moved her to America and she has always wanted to go back but is scared that with all of the trauma she has been through that if she goes back she won’t see it the same, so instead she dreams of it every night and writes about etc hoping that one day she will be able to head back there

What is their favourite book? To kill a mockingbird

What is their favourite food? Cheeseburgers (it was her favourite thing about coming to the US)

Relationships

Family: Her mum was the traditional housewife and she was really close with her mum, they would spend the weekends baking together and she would often help out in the kitchen, both of their love of food bringing them close. Her father wasn’t home much, he was in the army and was deployed for most of her life but when he was home he would take her to the pier and they would go on rollercoasters and he would let her win all the carnival type games before finally taking her to go and get ice cream form her favourite ice cream shop just down the road from their house. She had two older brothers growing up who she was quite close with, they were only 2 and 3 years older than her and they would often find themselves playing in the yard and having wrestling matches with each other with lollies as prize money - when she was kidnapped, however, both her parents and here brothers were killed as they didn’t want any witnesses or anyone spending a lot of time searching for her, or for someone to recognise her when she was doing their dirty work for them. Her grandparents died of natural causes and her uncle died of a heart attack but she does have one cousin that is still alive but she hasn’t gotten in contact with because of her past and not wanting to bring the bad she holds into her cousins life. 

Pet: She doesn’t have any pets yet but has always wanted a dog, specifically a husky.

Love interest: She met her boyfriend Isaac when she joined the Outcasts and the bonded very quickly due to their very similar pasts. They don’t end up together until the end of the story, they have both been into each other previously, however, it isn’t until the two of them reveal a lot of their past and true self to each other during the story to be able to beat their opponent that they both realise that they should be together. 

Enemies: The entire Hysteria (group who kidnapped her) organisation. As well as the enemy for the story Kaitlyn, she was apart of Hysteria and had been kidnapped as well, they used to be friends but are no longer due to her still being bad and Elena being good

Is your character religious, or do they have a mentor, someone they put on a pedstal, or do they take advice from someone? She looks up to her boyfriend a lot due to his ability to move on from the trauma he went to and the pain that he caused others etc, she strives to be able to do the same as him 

Mental Characteristics Intelligent or not? She is fairly intelligent, it was part of her training - she needed to know everything about every upperclass member of the society as well as threats to the incorporation, as well as needing to know every detail of ways to escape, ways to torture etc all without being caught - but that is very limited knowledge, she has no pop culture knowledge etc due to being brainwashed and held captive for nearly half her life

Fears: Her biggest fear is to revert back to who she was in her past, but she also fears losing those she cares about, or for them to realise she is the horrible person she says thinks she is etc

Rational Or Emotional: Depends on the circumstance, normally she is very rational - if she has to chose between to strangers she will choose based on who has more life to live etc even though it will affect her greatly afterwards, but if anything to do with her life needs to be decided on she finds it a lot harder to look at it rationally, instead she will get very close to spiralling out of control

How could you upset this character? Bringing up her past, abandoning her, make her feel unwanted or alone etc

Biggest strength: Her ability to read peoples emotions and hide her own

Biggest weakness: Her self-doubt

Is the character an introvert or an extrovert? When she was a child she was an introvert but the years of torture and keeping to herself turned her into an introvert, the longer she is out of captivity and the more she is around those she cares about and who cares about you she begins coming more and more into her old outgoing personality.

What would the character like to change in his/her life? Their past

What things motivate the character? Helping people, proving to herself that she isn’t a bad person

What are they most afraid of people finding out? While she doesn’t want anyone finding out about what she did when she was a villain - her boyfriend knows most of it but the one thing she will never let out, even to him is that she killed a child and she also killed one of her brothers - it is the thing that haunts her the most and the thing that she thinks no one would be able to forgive her for

What do they want the most? To help, and to replace all the pain and suffering she has caused with happiness and thankfulness

Does the character prefer to give or to take? Give

Is the character rather nice or rude? She has a cold exterior and people will tend to shy away from her on the streets but if anyone interacts with her they will learn she is very nice very quick

MAIN POINTS

Full backstory: Elena was born in Romania and moved to the United States when she was seven due to her father getting a new job. Her parents and two brothers uprooted their lives and began living the “American Dream”. She was extremely close with her family, her father more specifically and they all spent the weekends doing things together, she had what most would describe as the perfect childhood. Until a week after her tenth birthday when she was kidnapped by Hysteria. She was taken to Madborough where they tortured and brainwashed her for two years (it took a lot longer than most due to her close connection with her family) into a trained and deadly killer. Over the next couple of years she became the teams biggest asset. She killed thousands of people over the 8 years she was killing for them, until one day she ran into a citizen who reminded her of her humanity. She didn‘t return to the compound that night and underwent a massive breakdown at the realisation of who she had became and how many people she had harmed, only starting to heal again after being recruited to The Outcasts, a villain turned superhero crew. Ever since she joined she has spent her spare time trying to figure out how to take Hysteria down, however, know she has a more immediate problem to deal with so all of that must be put on hold. 

Details about her world: Her world is a futuristic and more money hungry and cut throat version of earth today. Everyone is fashion forward and striving to be the best in each city, country or even the world. Everything is very technologically advanced and the status system holds a very important role within the world. There is also an imaginary city Madborough which is where most of the story takes place, it is the most dangerous and criminally run city in the world, here the citizens take being at the top to a whole other extreme, everyone is a criminal its just a question as to who is good enough to not get caught.

What she wants/needs: To save the world and to erase the horrible things that she has done in her past

Special ability/skill: Dagger and knife skills, unbelievable with swords, incredible flexibility and cat-like reflexes, ability to read and hide emotions (this is with people she trusts, however, she also has the ability to hide her face from those she doesn’t know or trust, this was done with a serum she was injected with while held captive to hide her identity so she didn’t get caught while killing and so no one she knew from her past life could see her - as they had control of it at this point)

External problem: Her ‘friend’ that she had while she was held by Hysteria is killing a bunch of people after breaking free from Hysteria and is trying to build her own evil empire. She wants to recruit Elena onto her side and uses the things she has done in her past against her to do this. 

Internal problem: Guilt and loneliness due to self isolation. Struggle to accept that she can be a good person/already is

How she will solve the problem: She ends up having to go back to Madborough and become the person she used to be again, only issue is while doing this she has to try and not revert back to who she was

What she learns: After working with the two people she trusts most in the world and who have been through similar pasts they allow her to realise that you can move through her mistakes and also that she won’t go back to being the person she used to be and that she is different now