Elvie_435
Legacy Name: Elvie_435

The oracle had warned them of what was to come, but they paid her no heed while thye continued to feed their lust for power and greedily lined their pockets with the poor mans dollar. We grew uneasy with each passing day. They had said that ignorance is bliss; ignorance was just a vip ticket to meet Death.

Pestilence had proudly rode her white horse through our streets and claimed the lives of our young and old. The rider of the red horse, War, marched our men, tired and battered, against our foe while he hid safely among us. Famine claimed our crops, and drove the price of bread far out of our grasp. The rider of the pale horse never came. Not unless your ignorance led you to his doorstep.

I was only eighteen when the war began. It was a warm August morning when our town fell silent as our eyes and ears were glued to the reporter on the television set. Iraq had struck the first blow on Iran. Day after day we watched another country pick up their sword and attacked their ally, and day after day the death tolls grew higher and higher. Then, finally, our president had thrown his support in with another; we became the prime target.

The uneasy silence had slowly began to fill with gossip that the warfare had turned to chemical, just as a plague began to claim the many lives of those dearest to us. No one was safe, not even a rat. Unrest grew further as our men were stationed on each street corner to enforce the curfew. First they brought a welcomed relief, a piece of mind, but we soon learned how naive we had been...

A fresh white blanket of snow covered the ground and the sun had barely started to rise from its bed. I awoke to gun shots and mothers screams then nothing but silence. Dreadful silence that seemed to drag on for a century. I could do little more than stand frozen in terror at the foot of my bed, my eyes glued on the bedroom door. The sounds of heavy foot steps were all I heard before my door swung open to reveal: our men.

They called me an abomination. A monster.They treated me differently; I was than human. I was subjected to tests, horrific tests, like I was nothing more than a lab rat to them. The short periods when I wasn't being experimented on, I was being beaten by full grown men for nothing more than laughs. The worst they had done to me? The worst the could do to me was take something from me, sometihng most girls hold dear, something I could never get back: my innocence.

I should have killed them that day, but I was too human to do what only a monster could do...

» Basics «

Name: Elvie Michel.
Alias: Shy.
Gender: Female.
Appears: Twenty-four.
Specie: Hybrid.
Ethnicity: Mutt.

» Personal «

Birth Date: July fifth.
Zodiac: Cancer.
Occupation: Nurse.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Status: Single.

» Relationships «

Father: William Videl; deceased.
Mother: Emmalyn Michel; deceased.
Brother(s): Vick Michel; deceased.
Sister(s): Germain Michel; deceased.
Daughter(s): n/a.
Son(s): n/a.
Partner: n/a.
Friend(s): Prussia, Kathy,

» Written Design «

Height: five foot, eight inches.
Weight: one hundred, forty pounds.
Build: very voluptuous with an hourglass figure; thick thighs, plump rear end, tiny waist and large bust (DD-cup).

Eyes: narrow shaped, pale yellow.
Hair (color): crimson.
Hair (style): comes down a few inches past her shoulders, naturally straight; layered in a sort of choppy fashion.
Skin: pale with very faint pink undertones.

Piercing(s): n/a
Scarring(s): several; soon.
Tattoo(s): n/a.

Personality: reclusive, highly intelligent and somewhat flirtatious. All are words that you could use to describe Chantal but unless you have earned her trust will you be able to find out that once you have befriended her, even in the darkest of situations, you will always have a friend that has your back. some times verging on being paranoid, she is incredibly cautious in every situation. she can be your best friend or your worst enemy if you betray her. until then you are in a neutral zone until you prove to be friend or foe. Chantal is scarastic and hides her big heart behind smart assed remarks and walls.

» Character Notes «

● The horse men War refers to a small group of soliders who deserted their platoon and raided civilians homes, raped the women and killed all of those who stood in their way; be it women or children.

● The horse men Pestilence refers to a group of refugees that fled their country to avoid being drafted into the military, bringing with them a new illness which claimed the lives of millions.

● The Oracle refers to a once well respected political figure who was turned into a laughing stock by the worlds governments due to the unbelieveable nature of her ominous warnings about the worlds future. She eventyally was tracked down and violently murdered for "dooming" them all.

● When the world war finally turned chemical and rapidly spread, it did one of three things, the least of which was death. You were either immune or you were mutated in some aspect and if you were really lucky, you might have gotten to keep your human side.
----- Shy is "special". She is a mutant but yet at the same time she was able to keep her human side. She is one of a very small group of mutants to do this.

● Shy is much older than she appears. She is roughly seventy years old. She isn't immortal persay, she does however, age slower than humans do.