Elora Flowers
Details
Full Name: Elora 'Elle' ? (Flowers)
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Age: 19
Height: 5' 7''
Weight: 155
Birthdate: Glade 12th, 202
Birthplace: Kalzasi
Profession: Baker
Housing: Basic
Partners: None
Titles: None
Factions: None
Fluencies: Common
Conversationals: Synskrit
Ineptitudes: None
Appearance
Elle is of average height and build for a human female her age. She is not particularly strong, but not unfit either, taking care to avoid the potential adverse health effects of working in a bakery (and eating lots of muffins. Just to test them, you know?). Her hair is a deep brown, but not so dark as to be compared to the earth, with eyes to match its tone. Her skin is fair and sensitive in the sun, not allowing her to spend too much time for leisurely tanning before turning a dull red. She has no distinct markings on her body, from either scarring or tattoos. Despite growing up in poverty as an orphan, she was fortunate to have a life of relative ease with her foster mother. Her hands are smooth from years of laboring in kitchens rather than fields and the general culture of the domestic lifestyle she was raised in taught her to maintain a tidy appearance. The idea of spending days in the wilds with soiled clothes and knotted hair is completely foreign to her. For now.
Personality
Elle is a quiet and pensive person, brought about from her years living in crowded spaces with other kids. She bears a confidence in everything she does, even if to her detriment. She is unafraid to try new things and likes to think that everything is worth experiencing at least once to get a true understanding of the world. She is a loyal person when her trust is gained and will do most anything in her power to help out those in need. Her love for learning about new cultures and lifestyles gives her an open mind and she does her best to judge somebody on their individual character rather than the actions of their upbringing and society.
In her youth, Elle preferred to be in her own world, imagining exploring the places she’d read about in books. She has always taken schooling seriously, with the aspiration of one day attending the Academy, though the lack of familial support and finances has made it difficult to achieve now that she is an adult. Though her outward personality seems too serious for some, those that get to know her will uncover a curious and excited passion in most things she, and other people, do. Elle is eager to meet people of any race or social standing, and once comfortable tends to ask maybe too many questions without respect for boundaries. To Elle, conversation is an invitation for sharing cultural knowledge and personal experiences. She has nothing to hide, and often does not fully grasp the concept that others do. This has led her to having difficulties in forming close bonds, as initially… maybe she tries to get too close for most people’s comfort. Her favorite way of showing affection and kindness is through her baking. There may have been quite a few instances she’s snuck her favorite customers an extra treat or two…
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History
Elle Flowers doesn’t know anything about her family, aside from her given name Elora and her presumed birthdate of the 12th of Glade, year 202, both things scrawled across a thin piece of paper snugly attached to the cloth she had been wrapped in upon being found in one of the many alleyways of Kalzasi. Both bits of information could have been false- made up by the person who found her, some worker at orphanage she spent her formative years in, or any of the many hands she could have passed through before finding her way there, but Elle held on to these things as if they were the truest and most reliable facts in existence, penned on the only item she truly owned for almost the first decade of her life. She carried them with her wherever she went, folded up inside an antiqued brass locket (etched with a bouquet of wildflowers on the front cover) alongside a photograph of the woman who gifted it to her and an inscription reading “I love you, little Flower.”
Elle was nine when she went into her first foster home. Her life in the orphanage had been typical- no evil caretakers, enough food to eat and decent enough clothes to wear and access to basic education. The kids were even taken on field trips into various parts of the city on rare occasions, for a small treat and enjoyment of public spaces. Her favorites had always been trips to the university, museum and libraries. The time they had was short, and she was never allowed to check out any books or purchase souvenirs, but she relished every tome she could flip past. Her favorites were those on history. Specifically, those that tended to focus less on the bloody wars, gods, dynasties or technological inventions, and instead on the people and cultures. Unfortunately, they were few and far between. At least in the depth and understanding that Elle had wished for. Not just basic observations, but true evaluations of what it meant to be. Elle had always wanted to know her place in the world and from this desire grew an obsession to learn everything she could about anybody else’s.
Her first, and last, placement in foster care at the age of nine was at the hands of a retired baker. She was an old woman who had grown lonely at the death of her husband and lack of contact from her grown children, each with their own lives and families scattered across the land. She had insisted Elle call her mother the second she arrived, and while it initially felt like a betrayal to the slip of paper Elle had been clutching in her small hands, their bond quickly grew to fit that title. Her mother shared with Elle her love and knowledge of baking, assisted her in schooling and learning Synskrit and, most importantly, took Elle to the library as often as she wanted to read or borrow books. They lived together for seven years. It was here that Elle adopted her last name with the encouragement of her mother to choose whatever she pleased. Elle was ten when she decided on ‘Flowers,’ inspired by the beautiful locket her mother always wore. She was ten when she made this decision and had asked to see inside the necklace. To her surprise, it was completely empty. Not even a photo of her family. When questioned about it her mother just shrugged and claimed it was a small, flea market trinket she purchased for the pretty flowers on the front.
Elle was sixteen when her mother passed. Out of the request of her biological children (whom Elle had ever had very minimal contact with) Elle had never been officially adopted, but it never hurt her. She felt loved, and upon being gifted a small sum of the estate and her mother’s newly inscribed brass locket, Elle moved onto her life with both the pain of loss and cherished memories. Her mother’s connections helped secure a job at a bakery and the small inheritance gave her the ability to find a home of her own.