Lady Emmalena Louisa Ellis

[Emmalena Louisa Ellis]

EMMALENA LOUISA ELLIS
Writing my dear is not just a notation on paper but a series of ink blots coming away from the soul as easily as blood from a thornbush.

Mysterious| Gentle|Clever | Magical| Musical
Mystical| Silent| Kind | Loyal |Gentile | Romantic|

DAEMON: Ruby Fox with Saphire/Turquoise eyes and a white star mark on his forehead. - Named Anqorn - Links to her beloved.

GENDER: Female.
AGE: Appears 19 but with the wisdom far older.
ETHNICITY: 1/4 Austrian 3/4 English.
HOMETOWN: Hertfordshire, England

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual.
SOCIAL STATUS: Upper Middle Class - Driven to Poverty.
PROFESSION: Writer and Spy for the Resistance of Romantic Literatures.

EYES: Blue/Sapphire/Turquoise Shaped Like Almonds.
HAIR: Tawny, red, brown, blonde changing with the light but mainly light/dark brown. Long and slender to her hips.
SKIN: Pale English Rose.
HEIGHT: 5'7
WEIGHT: 9.5 stone.


Emmalena was born to a wealthy home in the Hertfordshire countryside, where she was raised by her father and mother - the middle child of 5 sisters, when she was younger her mother used to tell her stories about love and romance.

When she was 14 her beloved mother died alongside her two eldest sisters trying to nurse people from an outbreak of tuberculosis.

As such the responsibility of marriage now fell on to her shoulders.

Her father became colder, he would always attend her mother's grave or parliament insisting whenever he returned home that she would marry since he had no heir and she must take responsibility.


Frightened and dismayed she ran away to London, taking with her only a locket her mother had left her on her pillow as she was dying and a sum of a hundred shillings to get to the capital.
As she wandered the streets she felt pity for the poor and would use her money where she could to help them buying flowers from the stands, a piece of fruit or a peony for her hair.
In time she was left with nothing but the locket.


A bleak winter came that year and three men approached her. They had been attracted to her unusually beautiful face which stood her apart from the servant girls and beggar children in the street. As they approached to beat her and possibly much worse they were apprehended by a young man with fair blonde hair and his daemon - a white tiger with eyes as gold as a lion's main.

The young man was well dressed in a suit of fine velvet and a waistcoat of red twist. Helping her to her feet he offered to help her. However as she was about to answer more men began calling running towards them pointing at the young man. He sighed and parting a bow leapt onto his tiger and was away handing her a single piece of parchment and whispering his name in her ear: " "

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(More coming soon)

[Emmalena Louisa Ellis]

Dazed she walked around London trying to catch sight of the man again. Occasionally she thought she caught sight of him in nearby windows, but it was only a reflection or the flicker of firelight or a passing candle.

One shop held particular interest for her. It was an old lawyers, the name's inscribed had been there for nearly 200 years previously - suggesting good income and status. Attracted to the rows of volumes before her she stumbled inside where she knocked into the poor scrivener sending his glasses askew and his books flying.

Apologetically she offered to pay for new glasses, but alas she found herself unable to do so. The money she had chosen to use so generously to the poor was now gone. Sad as she was she determined to aid him by cooking for his family and help him in his task.

So it was she began to write, entertaining his family and friends. On the outside she appeared happy and carefree, but once more she was troubled. For there on the manuscript she had opened by the young man was a secret...

One that if it was found, her very life would be at stake...