WILKERSON, ENDORA Feb 22, 2015 17:57:39 GMT -5
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ENDORA BEATRICE WILKERSON
Who this person seems to be and who she really is are two vastly different things, not that very many people know this. Endora has perfected her visual mask, able to school her face and body into whatever expression she feels the need to give without giving away what she feels beneath. She can make the worst of news seem like nothing really all that terrible at all, or can seem extremely grave while secretly being pleased as a kitten with a ball of string beneath her mournful face.
On the outside, what almost all people know her as, Endora is a mild mannered woman who is quite caring and generous. As a makeshift herbalist healer, she is the one who many come to when they have aches and pains, and one would be hard pressed to find any that she has turned away in a time of duress. She often provides natural remedies that can be mixed into food and drink, either alleviating or curing ailments all together. The woman is also the picture of discretion, making her quite comfortable to speak with about more 'personal' problems that might afflict a person. If someone complains that she has demanded some sort of repayment for her remedies? Well, then that person would be the first, because no one has ever heard the faintest whisper of this kind person requiring any sort of retribution. She has, in fact, often times refused the gifts of those who might be grateful for her services, insisting that to see those around her happy and healthy is all the payment she needs.
Her consideration does not just extend to those of the human variety, either. She is known to take very good of her ring's pets. They are always fat and happy. It is not unheard of for her to take in the sick pet of someone, whether it be canine, feline, or lizard, and house them until the pet is well again. It is the general consensus of the public that Endora is a demur, polite young woman who puts the good of others above herself, and who cares about everyone equally, happy to share in both the trials and triumphs of any who might seek her out.
Her mask is one of utter perfection.
Beneath that mask, though, the real person lurking inside would shock and amaze. A tactful, ruthless woman hides beneath this kind facade. Someone who delights in the misery of others, who enjoys seeing pain, shame, and embarrassment. If she happens to be the one who causes those things, then it's all the more fun. She takes stock of everyone she meets, noting weaknesses, things that can be used to her advantage if she ever has need of them. That smile you thought was sympathetic when you came to the woman looking for a cure for your stomach problems? There was no sympathy in it, no concern. It was a smile of mocking as Endora had a private laugh at your expense. And that bowel problem you had, that she gave you herbs to cure? She failed to mention the fact that her 'remedy' would make you worse before it made you better. Yes, she will smile at you, but that smile will never quite reach her eyes. If it does, if her eyes sparkle when her lips quirk, just hope that smile isn't aimed in your direction.
Beyond her trickery, because she really has no reason to hurt any of the people who come to her for help, not really anyway, Endora is cold at heart. She does not tolerate failure or insubordination, and is a most demanding medic. Why should she waste her time and resources helping you if you're just going to undermine her progress?
It is advised that, not under any circumstances, should one get on this woman's 'bad' side. While for most, she simply uses them for her own forms of entertainment, anyone who makes a nuisance of themselves is not exactly want a person would consider 'safe'. If you sand in her way, if you challenge her, if you even so much as make a comment that this woman finds offensive... Endora has ways of dealing with these people. Her ways range from the mildly irritating to the downright dangerous, but she is not forthright when it comes to retribution. She is much more of a cloak and dagger type of person, preferring to watch her targets slowly fall to her will. Often times, it may not even seem as if a person is being undermined, simply that they have fallen into a bought of bad luck. How bad that luck is depends on just how far into her bad graces one has fallen.
Almost the only thing genuine about this woman is her drive. She gets things done, and that is no lie. No matter what it takes, underhanded or righteous methods, if Endora puts her mind to something, it will be done. She can be trusted with difficult tasks, because anything under this woman's keen eye will be done well, and done right the first time. Saying what needs to be said and doing what needs to be done has become something of a fine art for this woman, and woe to anyone who stands in her way.
Growing up an orphan is never easy. Especially when you end up being one of those kids who gets left in the cracks somehow or other. Or when there's some sort of enigma attached to you that you cause death and destruction wherever you go.
Death and destruction are exactly what Endora stands for. Some say she's cursed, others say she's a devil spawn who spreads blackness into the hearts of those around her. Still others say she causes the incidents on purpose, but really, how could a one year old baby cause a car crash? Perhaps if she'd screamed loud enough to shatter glass, she could see it, but that wasn't in Endora's repertoire of tricks back then, or even now.
That's when it all began, with that accident. Her parents had her in the back of their car, heading to the grocery store when they were hit head on by a semi truck held in check by a sleep deprived driver. The car was, naturally, destroyed. Her parents were as well. Endora, tucked safely into her baby carrier, survived with nothing more than a few scratches and bruises. It was a miracle, they said. She had a guardian angel, everyone insisted.
How leaving a baby with no family and no one to look after it was a miracle, Endora hadn't ever figured out. So, lacking the blood relatives, she went into the system. Being the 'miracle baby', she was adopted right away.
The couple dying in a house fire a few months later ended that rather quickly. Back in she went. It was slower the next time around, but the 'miracle baby survives again' story circulated, and eventually a couple who 'didn't believe in that nonsense' adopted her. Of course, when a mugger sent the man into the hospital a few weeks before the adoption was finalized, they decided they really did believe in the curse.
Needless to say, that adoption never went through.
After the mugging, Endora went from being a miracle to a curse. She was bounced around various foster and group homes. Unfortunately, every time something off or 'bad' happened, she was shoved out to the next one, claiming simply that the curse had struck again. It didn't take long for the children to pick up on the aspect and, as children are want to do, Endora became the brunt of every joke, the target for every bully.
The girl coped by fighting back. When the adults wouldn't help her, she turned to words. She became a mean, cold hearted sort of girl. But that didn't forestall anything, and fighting with her fists was only getting her in more trouble. Eventually, around the age of twelve, she stumbled across a chapter in her biology class. It detailed how common plants, flowers, and other things like that could be poisonous to the human body.
Intrigued by the thought, Endora began to research poisonous plants. Secretly, of course. She learned many things about fatal poisons, but she also learned about how small doses and certain combination could make people sick, or not die. The symptoms ranged from mild discomfort to serious illness.
In that, Endora had her way to fight back.
She learned to recognize the plants, roots, and berries that could cause harm and whenever she spotted them, she would pluck a sample and store it for when she needed revenge. It didn't take long for people to learn that whoever messed with Endora often became ill soon afterwards. They attributed it to her curse, and never stopped to look further into things. It made her chuckle. What she had once attributed as the most horrible thing in her life had become her saving grace.
Eventually, the city of El Paso ran out of homes that would house her. So Endora was moved to Dallas. This ended up being the turning point of her life. For once, the rumors and accusations of her 'curse' didn't follow her. She had the chance to start anew. At the age of fifteen, she knew the chances of getting adopted were slim. So instead of keeping her cold demeanor, she began to practice the art of deception. She learned to control her physical reactions to things, how to twist her lips into a smile when she really wanted to sneer, how to appear concerned when all she wanted to do was laugh in the face of someone else's misfortune.
It served her well when the elderly Wilkerson couple decided they wanted to adopt, but felt they were too old to deal with the energy of a young child and the angst of a pre-teen. Endora ramped up the charm for them, and eventually they decided to adopt her. Of course, she hadn't anticipated the need to continue her charade, but that was an over site on her part.
After that, things went fairly smoothly. Endora went to school, graduated with honors from a private academy, enrolled on an academic scholarship at a good college. She thought her life was done bouncing around. Until she got sick. A nasty cold was circulating around campus, and Endora inevitably caught the bug. She should have stayed in bed, she knew that. But she had a test, and it counted for a good chunk of her final grade. So she went to the exam.
And that was when her life became hell.
Because she sneezed. Really, really hard.
For a moment, all anyone did was say 'bless you' in the usual distracted manner. Then the girl in the row behind her screamed. Because Endora wasn't Endora anymore. She was an animal. What came next, Endora can only ever remember in a whirlwind of images. People scrambling away from her. Frantic calls to come get 'the monster'. One thing she distinctly remembered was being shoved into a cabinet until the men in suits came and took her away.
Her life became a different sort of nightmare, then. A never ending, revolving door of painful tests and excruciating experiments. At first, no one believed her when she told them that this was the first time she had ever shifted. It took weeks upon months of 'helpful prodding' before she was able to recreate the experience. Apparently satisfied with that, she was dumped within the dome.
Eventually she was picked up by the Carna ring. Though she lacked any formal training, her knowledge of herbs and poisons proved to be useful, and she was tossed in as an apprentice to the medics. The things she learned from them, paired with what she taught herself out of various books picked up, cemented her role as resident doctor.
That was five years ago. Between the raids, the battles, the territory skirmishes, and the death of ring leaders, she's even managed to plant a small garden of essential herbs near the Glass Wall. Not that anyone would think it anything more than just another patch of weeds to look at it.