STEELE, ELIZABETH Feb 27, 2015 22:52:22 GMT -5
Post by Elizabeth Steele on Feb 27, 2015 22:52:22 GMT -5
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Ellie is dependable, organized, and a firm believer in the idea that if you want it done right you should do it yourself, or, at least, show someone how to do it properly. She is completely loyal to the Carna, they gave her a home and a family when she desperately needed one, and she'll do anything in her power to repay that debt.
She takes great joy in solving problems and making sure everything is in it's proper place. She is somewhat of a perfectionist, believing that if you are going to do a job, it should be done properly. She cannot stand people who neglect their duties or responsibilities.
She still has something of a problem with people who seem like their pitying her or treating her differently to others, even though she knows logically they no longer have any reason to do so. It irks her that anyone would think her incapable of doing her duties.
She is very calm and controlled these days, a far cry from the hot tempered child she had been. Instead of lashing out when someone wrongs her she remains cool and collected, and she will not strike first. She will, however, strike hardest.
She is somewhat of a contradiction. On the one hand, she enjoys the finer things in life, seeming almost fastidious about keeping herself warm, dry and well dressed. On the other hand she is perfectly happy to play and wrestle around in the mud with friends and family, she'll just change into something she doesn't mind ruining beforehand.
Ellie was the only daughter and second eldest child of a large family of canine shifters. In the privacy of their own large home they were a fairly rough and tumble family, disputes and arguments would usually end with someone getting gently bitten. The siblings all learned to shift fairly early in life, with their parents teaching them how to handle it. The first lesson was the most important, even before the purge; Never get caught.
Ellie had a temper when she was young, and in her early days of schooling it got her into a fair bit oft trouble. She would take any excuse to start a fight and had very little tolerance for people that insulted her.
This all changed when she was 11 and the purges came, as it became far to risky for her to get into a situation where she might accidentally shift, and the very last thing she was going to do was endanger the lives of her whole family jest because someone called her a freak.
Her family was well connected with other shifters, and so, with the purges in full swing, they were able to take precautions. Ellie's parents wanted their children to have the same opportunities that they had, to live and work freely without fear of being discovered. To this end they arranged to have false blood samples attached to their files by a doctor they knew, who's husband was a shifter, that way it looked like they'd already been tested and it had come back negative. This way the whole family was above suspicion unless someone saw them actually shift.
Seeing innocent shifters dragged away for years Ellie wanted to do something about it. She figured the more shifters or shifter sympathizers in useful positions the easier they could help other shifters get away, she decided that she wanted to be a police officer, preferably one of the K-9 unit who were often used to hunt down fleeing shifters. She focused on her schooling and extra curricular activities, applying to join the police academy straight after school and getting accepted.
2304 - She was doing quite well at the training, and was all set to graduate the next year when she was caught in a training incident involving two vehicles. She had been participating in an advanced offensive driving exercise when the lead car skidded on a patch of black ice the course safety officer had missed and slammed into her vehicle, pushing both into the ditch. This normally would not have been a disaster, as the ditch was line with hay bales to lessen possible impacts, but the other car had landed on top of her's and had managed to crush part of hers, trapping her arm.
The safety officers were able to free her fairly quickly, and she was rushed to the nearest hospital, with her left arm and shoulder badly crushed. As she had been involved in a training incident it was standard procedure to test her for any possible impairing substances. Since she was being stabilized in surgery, it was far easier to take a blood test and do a full scan than it was to take a urine sample or saliva swab, and they had to know if anything was in her system before choosing which sedatives they could sue during surgery.
Unfortunately the series of tests they did included a test for the shifter gene, as part of the hospitals new screening policies, and before they'd even finished prepping her for surgery she was discovered. The surgeons and doctors figured that there was little point trying to save her arm, any surgical option other than amputation would require significant amounts of physical therapy to work properly, and since their patient was going to be transferred to the Menagerie labs as soon as the surgery was over, that was not going to be possible. Instead they amputated her left arm at the shoulder.
Her family had been informed of her accident, but they weren't at her bedside. Instead, they had followed the contingency plans that they had all agreed on and gone underground as soon as they got the call. It may seem harsh but it's probably what saved their lives.
Before she even woken up from the anasthesia she had been transferred to the labs. She was kept mostly sedated until the surgical site had mostly healed, before the keepers started to perform the inevitable tests and experiments. She wasn't kept there for very long compared to other shifters, as the keepers figured their wasn't all that much they could do with a cripple. Through a drugged haze she overheard some of them saying she wouldn't last more than a couple of weeks out in the Menagerie proper. She was determined to prove them wrong.
After being released she made her way to the Carna territories, trying to get used to having only one arm. Strangely, it was easier to deal with when she was shifted; she learned how to run on three legs without too much trouble, but it did use more stamina than before.
She finally made it to the Carna border, half dead from exhaustion, and begged to join as an omega. She argued that even if she couldn't fight properly with one arm, she could still cook and clean, could still set a snare and do almost anything another omega could. More so, she could teach some of the tenderfoots a thing or to about patrolling and tracking. She didn't need any special treatment, she was more than willing to work for her place, all she needed was a home.
She settled in and worked hard, alternating between any tasks that were required of her and discovering that she had a particular talent for organization, taking inventory, tracking down missing supplies and dividing food fairly.
Late 2307 - She was recaptured by the keepers, who used her as an experiment for the new body modifications. Having lived without a left arm for three years, she now had a new one, just as good than her old one, maybe even better since her old arm hadn't had titanium alloy plates and reinforced knuckles. If she punched someone with this fist, they'd go down hard.
Figuring that her disadvantage when it came to fighting was more or less a moot point now, she asked to switch from an omega to a scout.