Eltolinde Lykaios

Eltolinde Lykaios

Relatives	Elianna Erd (adoptive mother), Hally (pet owlbear growing up, deceased), Abigail Kellian (Hally's trainer), Rosalie (adoptive older sister)
Languages	Common, Kitsune, By'ro'zent (made up language she created)
Affiliations	Erd' Philosophers
Aliases	Ellie Jr, Shimmerglitz, Toll Booth

Eltolinde Lykaios (Kitsune/Lacer)

Backstory

The Story

A long time ago in a king, who's name has since been lost to even father time, there was a young woman. Her name was Persimmon Melissandre Brykaliuk, and she was a Princess. Her Father Alain ruled over the kingdom alongside his wife Vermillion.

When Persimmon was not but two years old her mother, Vermillion, was diagnosed with a disease. A disease which had never been seen, or heard of by any of the King's most learned scholars. As a final act of motherly kindness Vermillion decided to bestow what remained of her magical gifts to Persimmon, before she passed away.

At the loss of his wife the King fell into despair. He ordered his royal mages to create an enchanted barrier around the tower located in the northern most part of his castle. It was here that he locked Persimmon away, that he could always ensure she would be safe... but what is safety worth when compared to such a life of solitude?

As she grew up Persimmon had any and everything she could have needed or asked for. If she asked for clothes they were spun for her by the finest seamstresses in the land. If she asked for art, the world's most renowned painters were hired to create. If she asked for books, she was given more knowledge and stories than even the royal library could fathom.

The only thing she ever wanted though... was to be free. To walk amongst her kingdom's citizens, to feel grass beneath her feet, to truly feel a gentle summer breeze, and every year on her birthday she would ask her father for this freedom. Just a chance, if not but for a day, to experience life outside of the tower she had come to call home... and year after year the king's despair and fear controlled him to deny her.

This pattern repeated itself year, after year, after year. Until Persimmon's twenty first birthday approached. As was tradition her Father brought her a number of gifts: fine jewelry, beautiful clothes, exotic paints, expensive perfumes, and as he did every year he asked his daughter, "Persimmon, what is it you wish for your birthday this year? What gift may I give you that will bring you the most joy?"

This year Persimmon hesitated and decided not to request her freedom as she always had. Instead she gave her father a simple answer: "You have spoiled me with the finest stories in the land, but sadly I have read them all. This year all I ask for is some paper, ink, and a quill, that I may write my own. One that I hope you and the rest of the kingdom will enjoy."

Her father pondered and agreed, gifting her the finest paper, ink, and quills he could acquire. Persimmon immediately began writing, but what she had not told her father was her true plan with these tools. Using the gifts of magic her mother had given her, Persimmon began writing notes and sending them out her window to be carried by the breeze.

The note was simple: she wrote of a princess imprisoned by her father, a call for a hero to come save her... and a promise that whoever was kind enough to free her would become her betrothed. Persimmon prayed and hoped upon hope that her call would be answered, and to her delight many brave and noble souls did... but to her despair and horror all failed.

The king, though old, was still a powerful sorcerer in his own right. Determined to protect the thing he held most dear in life—his daughter—he held firm, repelling all would-be saviors of Persimmon. Until one day, a new would-be hero approached.

Her name was Rosalinde. Unlike the ones who came before her, Rosalinde did not care about the fame, or even the prospect of becoming Persimmon's betrothed. All she wanted was to free a soul who yearned for freedom. Rosalinde succeeded, defeating the king and shattering the barrier around Persimmon's tower. She then introduced Persimmon to the world.

All the dreams of freedom Persimmon had held on to had finally come true. As Persimmon went to thank Rosalinde, she was interrupted. Rosalinde had a single question for her: "Now that you are free to do whatever, wherever, with whomever... what is it you wish?"

Persimmon's answer fell from her mouth before she even had a chance to open it: "I want to go everywhere, and do everything... but I want to do it with you."

Rosalinde agreed, and the pair journeyed off to explore the world. The two travelled together for four years full of wonder and joy... but fate has a cruel way of changing our plans. Rosalinde was afflicted with the same illness that had taken Persimmon's mother.

Despite her best efforts, Persimmon was unable to find a cure and, in an act that could only be described as poetic, Rosalinde decided to leave a piece of herself with her beloved Persimmon—leaving her with what remained of her own magical abilities.

Heartbroken, Persimmon traveled the world in search of a way to bring her Rosalinde back. Until she found herself at the footsteps of two alters. A pair of twin gods: one whose domain was life, the other's death.

Persimmon beseeched the god of life to return her love to her, but he refused—determined not to upset the balance that was life and death. Persimmon then turned to the god of death, all the while choosing not to tell him she had gone to his brother first.

The god of death's ego got the better of him. Seeing a mortal choose to worship him instead of his brother, he took pity on her and returned Rosalinde to her. Sensing the balance being thrown off, the god of life appeared to confront his brother.

The two bickered and argued, but Persimmon didn't care. All she could do was hold her precious Rosalinde in her arms again. When the bickering stopped, the god of life revealed to his brother that he had been deceived—that Persimmon had come to him first.

Upon hearing this, the god of death apologized to his brother and promised to right his wrong, once again sending Rosalinde's soul to the afterlife. In a fit of rage, Persimmon summoned all the strength she could and attempted to strike the gods down—but to no avail.

As punishment, the god of life cursed Persimmon with immortality, so that she could never be reunited with her beloved again. For many years afterward, Persimmon wallowed in her despair, wandering aimlessly, searching for any way to lift this curse.

Time became irrelevant to her. Companionship became meaningless without her Rosalinde, and the freedom she had longed for so long became empty without the sole person she wanted to share it with. After wandering for three years, Persimmon was struck with an idea.

The god had cursed her with immortality, but that did not mean her spirit could not enter the afterlife. She devised a plan. She found a way to split her soul—her very essence—into three parts. She then bestowed a part to one of three animals, knowing that when they finally passed away so too would the part of her spirit that it held.

She gifted the arcane magic her mother had given her to an owl. She gifted her physical prowess to a stag. Finally, she gifted the elemental magic Rosalinde had gifted her to a fox.

Her body slowly faded, but her soul fragments remained and took shape, merging with the animals they had been given to. Instead of what she had hoped for, the three animals did not pass... at least not in the way she had hoped for. Each was reborn, reincarnated, still with that piece of her soul.

This cycle of reincarnation continued. Each time the fragment of Persimmon's soul was shaped further and further, gaining new experiences, living new lives, finding new loved ones... it is said that one day these soul fragments will find each other again and reunite.

Their experiences from the lifetimes spent apart will reconvene and form Persimmon once again—but a new version of her. One that loves life, and has learned to love living.

The fragment of elemental magic is a fun one though. These days it’s adopted a new name—one that pays homage to its origin, but is still ready to learn about life and how to love it. The current fragment of elemental magic... is a girl named Eltolinde.

These days she travels with a troupe of performers called Erd’s Philosophers, hoping to learn how to use her magic to bring smiles to all through her dances and acrobatic prowess... at least... that’s the story she tells all those who watch her shows.

In reality, all of that is nothing more than a fairytale Eltolinde created when she was bored. Her actual story is far less entertaining. Born to a poor family and abandoned on the streets, Eltolinde was adopted by the ringmaster of a traveling circus, Elianna Erd.

Growing up in the circus, Eltolinde was taught a valuable lesson: the power of a story, and its potential to inspire others. Though her childhood was anything but traditional, her upbringing was rather bland all the same. So she concocted a fairytale—one that she hoped would inspire others to go out and learn to love life.

Personality

Often called greedy and chaotic at the best of times Eltolinde is also know for her blind and unwavering loyalty to those she deems worthy of being called her family and friends

Powers and Abilities

As a Lacer, Eltolinde uses the elements, weaving them into bother her performances and figthing, from creating shields, blasts, walls, minor sparkly effects. To her the world is a stage and she's always trying to show off.

Attacks and Weapons 

Eltolinde favors using her elemental magic to create weapons. From ice spikes, to fire whips, and even rock gauntlets. She prefers being up close and personal, but isn't afraid to show off her long range accuracy...so long as she can find a way to make it gaudily performative.

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