The Ugly and Beautiful World of Ellie


Gender: Female

Kit: Divine

Location: Columbus, Ohio


Alignment: Villain

Team: The Children of Sayang


Strength: standard (rank 1)

Agility: standard (rank 1)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Infamy Points: 275

Personal Wins: 6

Personal Losses: 1

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Active

Kate Awesome Is Awesome

What exactly is the essence of morals? I mean take the guy two places in front of me at this Starbucks line. Every morning he buys a cup of coffee for the person behind him. This is a nice gesture for certain but what are the motives? Is he hoping the person behind him is a cute girl so he can get her number? Is it a smug sense of "paying it forward" that will hopefully ail whatever horrible things he has on his mind? And does one good deed erase a history of transgressions? What if this guy was a rapist, laundered money from a charity or kicked a puppy a week ago?

Then you have the asshole behind me and I can tell he just wants to shove me aside, get to the front and get his lame ass espresso. He's cursing under his breath, he's looking at his watch, you can tell he's late for work. But is what he's thinking so bad? Maybe he works at some lab trying to find a cure for cancer and minutes, no, seconds are determined on a breakthrough or not?

I don't know, maybe I'm just over thinking this shit. That said it's hard not to when you see monsters hanging off every person you see.


I guess an explanation is needed. First off I'm a weird kid. I dress funny, I dye my hair stupid colors every few weeks, I obsess over fighting game back stories and write far too much slashfic about it. I pick my nose and eat it and I've smelt my own farts on more than one occasion. If you were nice about me you'd use words like "quirky" and "eccentric" to describe me. If you were mean you'd probably say "batshit insane." Whatever it is it's true.

I guess the thing is I often blame all this on the fact that I can see the moral spectrum. That's right I can see good and evil. More importantly I can see the shades of grey that make these sort of moral questions muddy. They're on people, all the time. The appear as specters, hanging off your shoulders, wrapping around your waist. The thing that sucks is when they notice I'm staring. Some snap, some laugh, some curse and I've had a few death threats made against me. I wish I could say I've gotten use to it over the years but now I find them scarier then ever.


The Ugliness That Hangs Like Dark Robes

     Telepathy: standard (rank 1)


Dark specters are the most common ones. It's a sad cliche that human beings are for the most part terrible to each other. The guy in the corner sneaking glances at me has a long sexual deviant specter. Judging from its teeth he's imagining shoving me over this table and having his way with me. There's a big fat bloated specter hanging over another guy in the line. He's probably wondering if he can get away with swiping a CD at the cashier. It sucks when I see these dark specters, thinking they're getting away with their evil little agendas they scowl at me when they grab my attention. As if I was looking at someone's diary full of dirty little secrets.


The Beauty That Shimmers and Warms Me

     Telepathy: standard (rank 1)


True love exists. How do I know? Because I can fucking see it. Like that sickening couple in the corner. Their two heart shaped pinkish specters cuddling up against each other. I see a lot of bad thoughts but when I see something as beautiful as that, two thoughts intertwining and finding the power to become one well that's beautiful. It makes it worth seeing all the shitty things people usually think about in their days. And while I have sadly seen true love go bad, the once beautiful pink specters slowly turning gray and sad, I try not to let it get me down. If you keep focusing on the negative well you're just going to go crazy... er.


The Eternal Struggle of Good Versus Evil

     Force of Will: standard (rank 1)


There is a problem with my voyeurism. You see we were never suppose to see the deepest thoughts of other people. I'm already fucked up as an individual for being able to do so, imagine if everyone else could. The thing is these specters are always there but for some reason when I'm around they become more pronounce. I don't have special ghost eyes, it seems that they become stronger, feelings become more intense and conversely the specters start to grow in power. So I watch as the guy thinking about stealing that CD actually goes ahead and does it. The good guy buying the coffee for a cute girl behind him slips a filthy note into her purse. The angry guy behind me shoves me out of the way. The lovers in the corner? Well let's just say they've gone to inappropriate making out. Normally this doesn't really harm anyone but today the wrong guy just walked through the door.


The Manifestation of Moral Specters

     Illusion Control: superior (rank 2)

  • Ranged Attack
  • Long Ranged Attack
  • Area Affect
  • Super Area of Effect


A jilted ex. Their specters of jealousy drip off their heads, dropping in greenish black globs along their shoulders. I watch him cock the guys arm back like a marionette as he punches the young male lover in the face. The girl screams, her pink specter puffing up like a blow fish as the male's starts to fill the room. Cups fall over, tables upturn as their physical human feeling bags break out in a fight in the coffee shop. Ever wonder why when a fight breaks out the place seems way more trashed then it should be? Specters baby, invisible feelings suddenly gaining the strength as they slowly manifest into our real world. God knows me being here isn't helping things. I watch as the ex slams the other guy into the glass. It shouldn't have been hard enough to cause it to shatter but the glass gives way as I watch the specters float around the spectacle of emotion. Seeing everyone around me panic I decide to make my exit. I've done enough damage here for one day.