Elena Stein

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Elena Stein
_{I was just guessing; At numbers and figures; Pulling the puzzles apart.
Questions of science; Science and progress; Do not speak as loud as my heart.}

FU?LL NAME:

[/size][/color] Elena Sierra Stein
NICKNAME(S):[/size][/color] Ellie, Dr. Stein
AGE & BIRTHDATE:[/size][/color] Twenty, December 14th
GENDER:[/size][/color] Female
RANKING:[/size][/color] Civilian
DIGIEGG or OCCUPATION:[/size][/color] Electronic Engineer
FACE CLAIM:[/size][/color] Makise Kurisu (Stein‘s Gate)

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APPEARANCE.[/size][/color]
Though she doesn’t often consider her appearance to be all that important in day to day life - Elena has managed to keep herself healthy despite her physical condition. Though she is a bit on the short side compared to most her age; and a bit on the lean side in overall build; she has still managed to remain decently fit from a life time of struggling onwards, and stands just over five foot two in height. Though she doesn’t care for her appearance all that much - she does still take the time to comb and wash her hair regularly enough to avoid being questioned by anyone close to her on her own state of living. The dark red locks of hair often have a slight sheen about them because of this fact. Her fringe is just about long enough to obscure her vision if allowed to hang straight and flat - though her hair is usually parted in such a way that only a single lock of hair reaches that far between her eyes.

Her hair falls somewhat uniformly about her head naturally - with the longest section of her hair naturally being about the back of her head. Though all of her hair is fairly long when it comes to it - the hair falling down her back reaches easily to the small of her back - with the rest of her hair cut to just below her chest length. Somewhat oddly for her family of brown haired, brown and blue eyed people; Elena’s eyes are a silvery grey colour most often likened to cold, hard steel. Considering her physical being and her lack of interest in sport-related pursuits; her lack of strength is slightly offset by her numbed body, though not enough so that she can handle weights much greater then her own for any duration of time. She is also somewhat slow when it comes to it - and ‘clumsy’ to the point of easily tripping over her own feet while walking if she doesn’t focus on the task.

Though one would assume her role as an electronics prodigy would effect her choice of outfits greatly - her sense of fashion is somewhat… unusual, to say the least. Sporting a full buttoned, white long-sleeved polo shirt more often then not - it is rare for the shirt to not be buttoned all the way to the top during her daily activities, despite weather conditions or the activity she‘s currently taking part in. About her neck she’ll often wear a plain red tie - with its lack of presence also being a somewhat rare instance for her. Her choice of clothing to go over these varies depending on the time of day and what she’s doing - with a full length, white lab coat being the normal attire for work and things related to work and a khaki sweater being the normal attire for everything else. While she wears the lab coat in the usual way like other scientists - her own khaki sweater is often worn in such a way that only her arms and back are covered while she’s wearing it.

She stops this piece of clothing from falling off despite it’s precarious state by using a pair of small belt-like accessories - one on each arm - which stops the sweater from falling past her elbow. The sweater can easily be worn properly from this without any need for adjustments - though because of this and the way its usually worn, the material often bunches about her back and arms where the belts stop it from falling further. Getting onto the last few pieces of her attire - regardless of whether she’s working or taking a day off, she’ll wear a pair of black short shorts with black stockings encasing the rest of her legs. Though the stockings appear to be completely normal in and of themselves - there’s actually a complex weaving of wires throughout them that are only really visible when she pulls the stockings on originally and during long times of inactivity. Finishing this in its entirety are a pair of high heeled, bleach leather boots - zipped half way up the front with the free half folded over in semblance of collars.

PERSONALITY.[/size][/color]
Brash, iron-willed, sarcastic, though oddly enough caring, shy and a dreamer at heart - Elena Stein is a rather… difficult woman to figure out once you get past her desire to improve herself and the world around her through science. In what could be considered the prime of her life - the woman more often known to her friends as Ellie is well known for her intellectual prowess, dedication and hard work in the pursuit of science. She takes great pride in all of her work - from her more practical inventions such as her stockings; which allow her to walk despite her lower body paralysis; to her more abstract inventions such as the self-dubbed Stein Gate. Though she can take criticism of her inventions to an extent - it is this pride in her own work that leads to her sometimes heavy-handed approach to critics and other scientists who work in the same areas as her.

Even more joking comments about her work often end in her lashing out at someone - sometimes physically, though more often then not through some sarcastic comment of her own in reply. Though this does generally lead people to assume that she doesn’t like other people all that much - in actuality, she does care greatly for her colleges and people; especially the ones whom her inventions could help through life. Her way of showing it most of the time was just more… indirect and passive then most would probably be accustom to. Even though she’d like nothing more to do then retreat into her own world and work on her inventions alone for the rest of her days - her time for such things has grown increasing rare now a days, with her notoriety as an exceptional scientist often putting her in the lime light and in high regard of others working in the same fields as her.

She tries her best to not allow this increasing intrusion into her life faze her or effect her life - instead taking an indifferent though cold approach to others - though her annoyance does often come out in other ways without her realising because of this. Why is she held in such high esteem within the field of electronics? Well… besides her work ethics - Elena doesn’t often look at inventing and science as a means to amass wealth or prove random, otherwise useless theories and facts. If something is worth inventing or researching and can be used to help better the world, she’ll at least take a crack at inventing or finding it out. This was most likely the result of her hard upbringing - without the use of her legs for most if not all of her life, Elena’s first ideas had been to create something that would allow her to finally walk. It spiralled from that point on - with each invention being somewhat grander (in her eyes at least) then the last.

Though this is perhaps expected of her - due to her deeply rooted interest in science and things factual, she doesn’t hold much faith in a higher power or in magic or anything else along those lines. Everything that happens - whether natural or supernatural - is often the result of something logical, understandable and quantifiable, in her opinion. Though she hasn’t met anyone thus far to have claimed some divinity or super natural occurrence in their lives - if she ever did come across such a person, she would likely go out of her way to find out whether it was what the person claimed or just the result of something more understandable. This can lead to her wanting to know everything about the people around her at times - with extra emphasis on learning about people she’s bound to be working with at some point - though, perhaps somewhat hypocritically, she doesn’t like it when people know things personal to her that she hasn‘t shared with them.

HISTORY.[/size][/color]

hometown; Sheffield
family members; Alex Stein [Father], Emma Stein [Mother], Max Stein [Little Brother]

There’s always been that idea of a happy, loving family living together in a village or town in a completely care free world. It was a more or less classical basis; a father and mother, and a child whom they took care of devotedly. Though Elena’s life as of late hasn't quite fit this demographic all too well, the thought of it meaning their family was an unhappy and divided one couldn't have been farther from the truth. Born in the Moors of South Yorkshire, England; to a loving couple whose names were Alex and Emma and later joined by her little brother Max, Elena's life from the get go was a good one. Alex worked as an Electrical Engineer for several companies who had a contract with his parent company. Being one of the better examples of worker of the company, he was on a high enough payroll to be able to support the household alongside his software engineer wife Emma.

They both enjoyed their lines of work; with the occasional joint project or two between them when it became required to finish a job. Overall; even before they’d had their children together; they found themselves perfectly happy with their lives. Alex hadn’t really been looking for love when he found Emma; in fact he’d merely been doing his job for one of the companies that employed his services to keep their equipment working. Though it wasn’t common for anyone to be working in the place at the times he was called in to do maintenance; Emma was one of the common exceptions to the norm, as she was always working well after hours. Whether she was actually working or hanging around to strike up conversations with Alex however, they never really discussed. And a great many conversations they had; sometimes joined by various friends from either side as work required extra hands for maintenance and continued work.

Many of them were between just the two of them though; and it wasn’t until a few months after the first full length conversation that they started going out properly. The first few dates were slightly awkward for the both of them; and by the time they’d gotten over this awkwardness it was nearly two years after they’d decided to first give their relationship a try. A year after that and Alex finally popped the question to her over his attempt at a romantic evening with a candle lit dinner. She had of course said yes to the question; having waited for him to finally come out with it for a while now; and they were officially wed the summer after in a quaint little church not far from their homes in South Yorkshire. They moved in with each other shortly after; and continued on in their chosen professions in what was a state of perpetual bliss for the both of them.

Like most young couples after a few years marriage; they wanted to have children of their own to add to the little ball of happiness that was their lives. Elena was the first one to be conceived of the two children they decided to have; some seven years earlier then her brother Max was born and a few years after their wedding day. Life went on as it did for most parents when they had freshly born children; changing, feeding, burping, and all other such activities being handled evenly between them and a hired baby-sitter for the few times that neither of them were available to care for Elena and then Max personally. The hired baby-sitter stopped being required for Elena when she started climbing the rungs of education and learning; starting with Primary School when she turned five and moving onto secondary school at age eleven. Her brother followed suite as he became old enough to start Primary School; just as Elena left for Secondary School in fact.

Life continued along as usual; Alex got promoted a few times over the next few years and changed venues as his company required him to, Rosie got set onto bigger projects with higher pay outs for those involved in the actual work phase. It was at the end of Elena's time at Secondary School that the family started to divide; as Emma got work in Japan. She rightfully couldn't turn the work down either because of the recession in Britain caused by immigration and banking problems. Alex couldn't rightfully quit his job either as he still had a few years more work on his current contract - and Max was still in primary school and wouldn't be finishing for another three years. The family split in half at that point - with Emma and Elena moving to Japan and Alex and Max staying behind in England. As Emma had worked with all sorts of people during her time as a software engineer - she had known enough Japanese to get her by in her work.

This knowledge had been imparted onto her children as time went by, even if only in indirect lessons. Elena wasn't too badly affected by the family splitting and one half moving to Japan; as she hadn't really made that many close friends back in England. Most of her spare time that wasn’t spent learning and researching was devoted to her more practical scientific pursuits - including the invention of several small contraptions that solved problems that… well, probably didn’t need solving. It was only meant as a hobby anyway - so her lack of progressing the modern world wasn’t really much of a concern. At least, it started out as a hobby back when she was in England - it became a more regular and more important thing to her after moving to Japan. It didn’t help that it was in her first year in Japan that she was hit by a drunk driver - leaving her a paraplegic due to the spinal trauma caused by the incident.

Now robbed of the chance of being a ‘regular’ person doing ‘regular’ things - her overall mood and attitude towards others spiralled greatly. It wasn’t long until she’d completely confined herself to her room - only seeing her mother when dinner was prepared and only talking to people when otherwise forced to. So it was a surprise for her mother when over a year later - shortly after turning eighteen that she descended from her abode one evening on her own two feet. Even to this day Elena hadn’t revealed the reason for her mobility to her mother - instead preferring to maintain the lie that’d made her so happy that day. Her return to mobility made her a celebrity nearly overnight - and with that fame, her accumulating inventions and knowledge were finally given note by the scientific community. It didn’t take long for it to escalate massively from there.

Two years after that fateful day - Elena’s father and her little brother Max had moved up to Japan to join the rest of the family, and he’d settled well into his first few years in a Japanese school. Elena had moved out of her mothers and fathers house; now a renowned scientist and inventor and a pioneer in augmentation and virtual reality technology. Her past was now behind her - her continued disability still kept secret in her efforts to be as normal as she possibly can be. A normality that‘d be completely shattered, should her next advancement in the name of knowledge go off without a hitch. Not that she’d know just how much of a ride she was in for.

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ONLINE HANDLE.[/size][/color]
Roy
AGE.[/size][/color]
Eighteen
OTHER CHARACTERS?[/size][/color]
None that I can think of at the moment.
PRETTY PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME...[/size][/color]
Not applicable at the moment?
RP SAMPLE.[/size][/color]
(A sample I used in a KH RP when applying for canon character Ventus a few months ago.)
He’d once felt as if he’d been floating in a vast sea of nothing – an empty world where he’d continued to exist without truly existing. What had changed though, in these last few brief moments? Were they even moments that had passed – or was it just that his state of existence had tricked his mind into thinking that? Feeling a wave of nausea hit him brutally as his eyes parted into slits – the first feeling he’d experienced since his mind had been blanked and his body shattered – Ventus’ slowly reconstructing mind failed to comprehend the sensations he was being forced to undergo; of feeling returning, of memories of past events forming and reforming and rearranging until they could perhaps finally be understood by their owner.

With the Chaser’s mind slowly building itself back to its sense of normality – Ventus was finally able to discern the reason for his nausea, and for the sources of light which were making him nauseous in the first place. Opening his eyes more as he found himself adjusting to the initially blinding light – he registered the Keyblade Master symbols which adorned the room’s walls and floor – lines of shimmering light which wove about the room and connected with the throne at its epicentre. And that’s where he was, he finally realised – laid out on this majestic throne; one befitting a grand castle; though slumped as if he’d been sleeping there for days, weeks, months… Ventus had no clue. ‘Or broken,’ he corrected internally, the memories of the time before now coming back in full force.

With the puzzle continuing to grow more and more complex though complete by the moment – Ventus finally regained enough semblance of his memories to recall the events that had occurred most recently in his life. It hurt to think of the past so early after his awakening – even more so considering that he was attempting while he was still trying to fix himself – but he just couldn’t stop the memories flooding through his head. Closing his eyes again – an attempt to block out the light that had caused him issue just moments ago – he wrapped both arms about his own head as he attempted to at least stem the pain of his recovery. And still, the relentless memories pressed on – breaking into every thought, every fibre of his being.

Neither darkness nor light could save him from the onslaught of his own mind.

The Keyblade Graveyard. A world of destruction – of graves in the thousands, unmarked save for the Keyblade’s that had once belonged to each and every wielder that had died there. A thousand graves born from a battle long before his time – and of the times of his friends, and his Masters, and everyone else he could remember. A graveyard he’d been destined to join as he remembered – save for the last mark of his existence as Ventus. He wouldn’t even get to have that much left of his previous life spared and remembered, if all had gone the way Xehanort and Vanitas had planned. The kid in the mask – his own Darkness, separated and incarnated into a physical form; given thought and feeling.

An existence which had only been plagued by hate and rage, as Ventus remembered Vanitas remarking before the end.

He’d done battle with his Darkness that day – a battle for the sake of his friends and for the universe itself. A battle which had proven to be fruitless initially – despite his best attempts to repel his own Darkness, it had only led it closer to controlling him and forging the blade that Xehanort had been so desperate to create. He felt the tension in his body leave him as he was brought to the thought of his final battle with Vanitas – a battle for the control of his body and for the x-blade that would have been forged had he submitted. The fact he still had a body of flesh and blood, churning with his own thoughts and emotions made him glad. He hadn’t failed in his attempts to repel his Darkness – he hadn’t failed his friends, Terra and Aqua.

Terra and Aqua.

Opening his eyes again to the white wash room with its bright lights in the shapes of the Keyblade Master’s insignia, Ventus forced what memories were still trying to reform in his mind to the back of it as a new thought overtook him. He had to find them – he had to make sure that they were both alive and well, that he hadn’t failed them and that his sacrifice had been enough to preserve everything he’d come to hold dear. With his body and mind renewed but weak – the Chaser forced himself to rise from his resting place, his body’s protests to the new notion becoming inconsequential when subjected to his Will and his Heart. The chair beckoned his body as he took his first steps across the room – cries for release from the pain it was being subjected to after a time of inactivity.

Ventus would not relent to his bodies desires though – as he hadn’t relented in the face of Darkness, he wouldn’t allow anything else to conquer him so easily.

“Terra… Aqua… I’m not… through yet.” He collapsed into a fit of coughs as he finished – the words coming to him slowly and sounding wrong to him as he managed to utter them. With how long he’d been ‘sleeping’ on that throne though, it was to be expected that he would struggle with things such as speech so early after awakening again. With the fit of coughing fading fast once again, Ventus forced himself back to his feet again and pushed onto the doorway – the only exit from this place that he could see. The one thing standing between him and the world outside – between him and all the friends that he needed to find. He couldn’t break his promises to them to them now, could he? After everything they’d been through together?

He absently searched for his Wayfinder in his pockets as he remembered those promises – the green charm that Aqua had made and given to him, with her wishes that the three of them would always be together. It felt good, to be able to hold onto his keepsake again – to know that all of his memories of his friends were all real, and that they were all waiting for him to come home. At least, he hoped they were all waiting for him, wherever they all happened to be. Finally pushing open the door that had barred him from the outside world for so long, he looked out to the corridor with its hundreds of other doors very alike to the door that led to the room he’d found himself in. This wasn’t enough to discourage Ventus though.

The Wayfinder he was still holding in his hand was all he needed to know that there was some hope – some point in trying to get out of here and back to the outside world.

“I’m… coming home, guys. Whether you’re ready or not… I’m coming home.”

That was easier said than done though, all things considered. The white washed corridors were difficult to tell apart as Ventus travelled through the confines of his imprisonment – any attempts he made to track where he was going were thwarted as he was always found himself walking through corridors he’d been down several times before. Or had he been down them several times before? Maybe they were all different corridors, and he was just becoming severely disorientated by how identical they all looked to each other? Or maybe they were all the same corridors as he assumed, and he was just confusing himself by thinking differently about them?

“Am I… losing my mind?”

Shaking the thought away before it could find purchase in his mind - Ventus pressed on through the white wash corridors of the overly large and ornate Castle he’d found himself in. At least, he’d come to the assumption that it was a Castle, considering all of the rooms it had bare and the throne room he’d found himself in only minutes ago. Or had it been hours now? He had no clue about how long the passage of time was now when it came to it – with so long left in a void of nothing, only to be returned to a place where neither sun shined nor moonlight glowed only made it all more confusing to keep a track of time. Did he really want to know how long he’d been wandering these halls though? Did he want to know how long he’d been in the void; his body slumped out in some throne room?

“Stop thinking like that!” he berated himself – he had to hold himself together, through pain and confusion and hopelessness if he wanted to get out of this place. He couldn’t afford failure so early after his return to the living world – he especially couldn’t afford to fail just because he’d come back to the living world and had to experience everything his life had once offered him so vividly. He hadn’t let his own darkness conquer him – so why should he let his light; or indeed everything he was conquer him? Didn’t he have the right to make his own decisions in life – to be unburdened of all of the things that he’d been put through and all the things he’d promised and…

Promised.

Putting a hand to his temple again as he felt an aching build up in his head – his thoughts of Aqua and Terra were side-lined as he considered his own seemingly broken state. They’d been through so much together; shared in such much pain, and laughter and happiness and sadness and love… how could he have considered the promises he’d made to them a burden? Had he really lost so much of himself in the void that even his most precious sentiments could be cast aside without a second thought?

“I’m… I’m sorry, Aqua, Terra. I think… I think I’ll have to delay our reunion – at least, until I’m back to my old self again.”

He knew neither of them would hear him – he knew that he was just talking to himself, and that was perhaps another sign of his impending insanity. But… It felt good to be able to talk as if they were there; as if he wasn’t so alone in this great white prison with all of its identical corridors and doorways. Lifting his hand up slightly to look down at his Wayfinder again – that one precious keepsake he still had – he felt a small smile come on as he considered the memento. No, he would never be alone in a place like this – or any other place that still existed in this universe. He’d always have his friends to back him up – whether physically or in spirit, he’d always have Terra and Aqua to help him out when he needed them most.

“We promised each other that much, right?”

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