{* Elliot -- <3}

Henry Fletcher {Father, Boss, Human, 40} - Marguerette Fletcher {Mother, Human, 32} - Serene Fletcher {Little Sister, 7, Human}

Elliot isn't much for prettying herself up. Her entire family is focused on remaining invisible due to the fact that they live in a place where being human doesn't go as unnoticed. Her clothing doesn't change day-to-day, always the same brown tunic a size too short. It's kept from riding up due to its inadequate sizing with a thin strap of leather, tied in a limp bow at the tail of her spine. Beneath that are a pair of black pants with the same defect, which rise up past her ankle, which she hides with a pair of leather boots. The most expensive thing in her wardrobe is a necklace imbedded with a rounded ball of quartz, which she keeps on a thin nickel strand around her neck. Her features are child-like and cherubic, and her skin is light and freckled. She keeps her dark hair in a quick braid snaking across the center of her head and down her back. Despite the pixie-like features her hands are calloused from a lifetime of careless work, and her arms have somewhat of a masculine muscle build.

The first thing anyone might notice about Elliot is her stifling lack of humor. Or, rather, an absence a humor that could be shared with more than one person. She isn't one to joke around, unless it is at the expense of someone else's misfortune. Elliot is not a random-act bully, per say; it is likely that she will overlook you until you pull a really unfortunately stupid shenanigan that requires prompt and due ridicule. She isn't shy about her disdain, either; her lack of a good, stable friendship outside of family throughout the early years of her childhood gave her the ability to say what needs to be said, without a single thought of the feelings of the person on the receiving end.
And yet, this childhood deficiency gave her the voice of a strong speaker. She has the ability to wrack words together to make an incredible impact, good or bad, formal setting or casual conversation, as well as a staggering ability to barter. Elliot is immoveable, and will push her opinions on others in such a way that most will take on her viewpoint just to cease the overwhelming attack of word vomit.
Elliot is an angry girl. She is quick to fly off the handle when someone is doing something wrong in her opinion and has an irritating habit of correcting people. She harbors a frightening prejudice against the classes above her own - including other races - and sees them all as the laziest of slobs. Elliot justifies this stereotyping by applying herself that much more to the trades she takes part it; she has an incredibly steady carving hand and trademarks her work with beautiful and intricate workings. Despite her utter predestined distaste with much of the population she has a high level of respect for any that can prove themselves a callous-handed legitimate tradesman.
Traitors have a very low place in her internal hierarchy. Liars, thieves, cheats; it is almost impossible to reclaim the now-saintlike indifference she probably held for one in the first place.
Yet, if you somehow manage to weasel in on Elliot's good side - a recognized feat - you are in for life. She has a tendency to cut incredible under-the-table dealings with other members of the working class, provided they meet her impossibly high standards. Her errands for others are the stuff of legends. This was one of the only good traits she inherited - her father has an irrefutable loyalty to his friends, and taught his daughter to be the same.
Above all else Elliot has a shining self-confidence. Many may label it as cocky, misplaced, or even go so far as to call her an egomaniac; however, the girl's high opinion of herself has brought her to be the heavy-fisted young woman she is today.