Post by Elly Wheeler on Oct 23, 2013 5:06:54 GMT -5
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Name: Ellysia Wheeler
Alias: Elly
Class: "Class? Oh, class. Sure, I have it in spades …no really, I do!"
Race: Human
Age: 32
Occupation: (former) Tavern owner and Barkeep
Residence: Currently the couch of anyone in Piltover who will have her.
" Well ya see, I'm not so much homeless as just very open to relocating."
Alignment: Neutral good.
Abilities: (if needed)
Faster than a falling brew mug , more powerful than a really stuck cork, able to leap small kegs in a single bound.
"Are you impressed yet?"
The patrons of her former tavern might comment that she put on a good show while mixing drinks and every now and again, she could serve them just what they had been looking to get before they had even placed the order. This isn't some form of physic ability, just a healthy combination of intuition and experience.
Equipment: Carries a small Hextech revolver under the bar rag on her belt, just in case of emergency.
Additional equipment: (please see biography for further explanation) Elly currently has a (mostly) intact cellar full of liquor. She also has a little money that’s been squirreled away over the years into her savings account.
Relationships: None that are relevant to any currently portrayed characters.
Description: Elly stands about 5'2. Her long brown curls are usually piled up into a ponytail, though they tend not to stay that way. Despite her best efforts, the darn springs have usually sprung themselves loose by last call.
Her freckles have faded with age but her green eyes are still as bright as ever and she usually has a smile ready for anybody who walks through the door.
Her clothing is typical of what you would expect to find at any second hand store in Piltover. They may be last years style, but everything is kept clean and in good repair.
When working, she keeps a fresh bar rag looped through her belt, both for utility and to help conceal the hextech "insurance policy" she keeps beneath it.
Biography: Hailing from The city of progress. Elly could have grown up to be just about anything. Sadly, despite having every opportunity to excel the poor girl showed absolutely no talent in any respectable academic field. Of course what her family considered respectable was limited by the taboos of her mother.
Elly wanted to make everyone proud, but trying hard could only make up for so much. It was in those early years that she became fascinated with the idea of magic. The League had just been founded and in her young mind, It seemed that everyone who was anyone special used some degree of it. So of course she wanted to try too, just to see if maybe she could be like them. Her day dreams were constantly filled with the idea that if only they would let her, she could go learn to be a mighty summoner fighting the good fight.
Child like pestering didn't change anything for her though, the answer she got from mom was always the same. No.
As much as she wanted to defy that answer, the fear that it would be just one more thing on the list of 'things she was not good at' coupled with how badly she might mess it all up, was more than enough to keep her from trying on her own.
The more time that passed, the older she became, the easier it was to be just plain ordinary Elly.
By the time she had grown into an adult, Elly had abandoned her childish notions of becoming a summoner in lieu of becoming someone that could put a roof over her own head. The search for work led her to a local tavern where much to her surprise, she actually turned out to be quite capable. So capable in fact, that business tripled in the first year. When Mag's, (the taverns owner) decided to retire, Elly was appointed to take over. She moved into the small apartment on the taverns upper floor and settled right into her new life.
It may not have been the most prestigious work but Elly enjoyed getting to know the people who came in. She would listen to all the stories they could tell her, tales of woe and hardship, adventure and triumph. "Ill trade free ale for a good tale anytime stranger!" Elly even found that she could stop herself from wondering what might have been her own story, just by getting caught up in someone else's.
The passage of time didn't change much for the barkeep. 10 years went by and although the people changed, her life as a whole did not. She was in a rut, but the day to day minutia of running things at the small tavern made for a quiet, comfortable existence.
It was on just such a day, one that seemed no different than all the days before, that the slow steady turning of her predictable little world came to an abrupt halt.
There was no warning. One moment she was down in the cellar looking for a bottle of wine, hoping to find it before it was time to open. The next, she was waking up in a smoke filled room to the ear piercing screech of the search and rescue alarms.
Coughing and disoriented, she stumbled up the cellar stairs and heaved away the splintered pieces of wood that had once been the door. At first, it was hard to make sense of what she saw. The scene that greeted her looked like something out of her fathers old war books. There was so much destruction. From where she stood, it seemed that the whole of Piltover… was burning.
The tavern had been all but leveled. It was later determined by the authorities that the place hadn't even been hit. Her home, her little corner of the word, was nothing more than collateral damage, caught in the force of the shock-wave from the explosion across the street.
There was no question that Elly was happy to be alive but with no home and no job, she had to face the facts. There was just nothing much left of her livelihood to salvage. …except the liquor.
So, with a cellar full of booze, a little money, plenty of bar-tending experience and a childhood dream, it really didn't take long at all for her to come up with a new plan.
You see, Elly's brush with death had given her a new mindset.
So what if her ship had sailed. So what if she was far too old now to attend the Arcanum Majoris and be a real summoner. With a little luck and by doing the one thing she knew she was good at, maybe she could still make it to the Institute of War anyway.
Stories she had heard through the years left her with the impression the institute didn't have a bar on site, of course the stories could be wrong. Drunk travelers were not exactly the most reliable source of information. If the institute had a facility then she could just apply for work. If they didn't, well she would just have to empty the savings account and build one.
Elly began to make arrangements to travel, she sent requests to what she hoped were the appropriate parties at the institute and then she prepared a business plan just in case they did not turn her idea down flat.
Now there was nothing left to do except wait on a response but one question still remained…
Would they want her around, even if she was just plain old Elly?
"The only difference between a rut and a grave is how deep you're in.
I aim to get up outta mine before the dust settles."
Name: Ellysia Wheeler
Alias: Elly
Class: "Class? Oh, class. Sure, I have it in spades …no really, I do!"
Race: Human
Age: 32
Occupation: (former) Tavern owner and Barkeep
Residence: Currently the couch of anyone in Piltover who will have her.
" Well ya see, I'm not so much homeless as just very open to relocating."
Alignment: Neutral good.
Abilities: (if needed)
Faster than a falling brew mug , more powerful than a really stuck cork, able to leap small kegs in a single bound.
"Are you impressed yet?"
The patrons of her former tavern might comment that she put on a good show while mixing drinks and every now and again, she could serve them just what they had been looking to get before they had even placed the order. This isn't some form of physic ability, just a healthy combination of intuition and experience.
Equipment: Carries a small Hextech revolver under the bar rag on her belt, just in case of emergency.
Additional equipment: (please see biography for further explanation) Elly currently has a (mostly) intact cellar full of liquor. She also has a little money that’s been squirreled away over the years into her savings account.
Relationships: None that are relevant to any currently portrayed characters.
Description: Elly stands about 5'2. Her long brown curls are usually piled up into a ponytail, though they tend not to stay that way. Despite her best efforts, the darn springs have usually sprung themselves loose by last call.
Her freckles have faded with age but her green eyes are still as bright as ever and she usually has a smile ready for anybody who walks through the door.
Her clothing is typical of what you would expect to find at any second hand store in Piltover. They may be last years style, but everything is kept clean and in good repair.
When working, she keeps a fresh bar rag looped through her belt, both for utility and to help conceal the hextech "insurance policy" she keeps beneath it.
Biography: Hailing from The city of progress. Elly could have grown up to be just about anything. Sadly, despite having every opportunity to excel the poor girl showed absolutely no talent in any respectable academic field. Of course what her family considered respectable was limited by the taboos of her mother.
Elly wanted to make everyone proud, but trying hard could only make up for so much. It was in those early years that she became fascinated with the idea of magic. The League had just been founded and in her young mind, It seemed that everyone who was anyone special used some degree of it. So of course she wanted to try too, just to see if maybe she could be like them. Her day dreams were constantly filled with the idea that if only they would let her, she could go learn to be a mighty summoner fighting the good fight.
Child like pestering didn't change anything for her though, the answer she got from mom was always the same. No.
As much as she wanted to defy that answer, the fear that it would be just one more thing on the list of 'things she was not good at' coupled with how badly she might mess it all up, was more than enough to keep her from trying on her own.
The more time that passed, the older she became, the easier it was to be just plain ordinary Elly.
By the time she had grown into an adult, Elly had abandoned her childish notions of becoming a summoner in lieu of becoming someone that could put a roof over her own head. The search for work led her to a local tavern where much to her surprise, she actually turned out to be quite capable. So capable in fact, that business tripled in the first year. When Mag's, (the taverns owner) decided to retire, Elly was appointed to take over. She moved into the small apartment on the taverns upper floor and settled right into her new life.
It may not have been the most prestigious work but Elly enjoyed getting to know the people who came in. She would listen to all the stories they could tell her, tales of woe and hardship, adventure and triumph. "Ill trade free ale for a good tale anytime stranger!" Elly even found that she could stop herself from wondering what might have been her own story, just by getting caught up in someone else's.
The passage of time didn't change much for the barkeep. 10 years went by and although the people changed, her life as a whole did not. She was in a rut, but the day to day minutia of running things at the small tavern made for a quiet, comfortable existence.
It was on just such a day, one that seemed no different than all the days before, that the slow steady turning of her predictable little world came to an abrupt halt.
There was no warning. One moment she was down in the cellar looking for a bottle of wine, hoping to find it before it was time to open. The next, she was waking up in a smoke filled room to the ear piercing screech of the search and rescue alarms.
Coughing and disoriented, she stumbled up the cellar stairs and heaved away the splintered pieces of wood that had once been the door. At first, it was hard to make sense of what she saw. The scene that greeted her looked like something out of her fathers old war books. There was so much destruction. From where she stood, it seemed that the whole of Piltover… was burning.
The tavern had been all but leveled. It was later determined by the authorities that the place hadn't even been hit. Her home, her little corner of the word, was nothing more than collateral damage, caught in the force of the shock-wave from the explosion across the street.
There was no question that Elly was happy to be alive but with no home and no job, she had to face the facts. There was just nothing much left of her livelihood to salvage. …except the liquor.
So, with a cellar full of booze, a little money, plenty of bar-tending experience and a childhood dream, it really didn't take long at all for her to come up with a new plan.
You see, Elly's brush with death had given her a new mindset.
So what if her ship had sailed. So what if she was far too old now to attend the Arcanum Majoris and be a real summoner. With a little luck and by doing the one thing she knew she was good at, maybe she could still make it to the Institute of War anyway.
Stories she had heard through the years left her with the impression the institute didn't have a bar on site, of course the stories could be wrong. Drunk travelers were not exactly the most reliable source of information. If the institute had a facility then she could just apply for work. If they didn't, well she would just have to empty the savings account and build one.
Elly began to make arrangements to travel, she sent requests to what she hoped were the appropriate parties at the institute and then she prepared a business plan just in case they did not turn her idea down flat.
Now there was nothing left to do except wait on a response but one question still remained…
Would they want her around, even if she was just plain old Elly?
"The only difference between a rut and a grave is how deep you're in.
I aim to get up outta mine before the dust settles."
Future plans: Elly had plans, great big ones but while waiting for the dust to settle she has found that fate had something else in store for her. I can't say for sure what is going to happen next but you can tune in here for details as they unfold. Dodging the Bullet