⋆⁺₊⋆ ☽✧ Ellie Williams ✧☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆

mind

Ellie is intelligent not in a bookish sense, but in a truly vibrant way. She grasps everything on the fly, surviving where others would have long since perished. She is capable of adapting quickly, remembering routes, the essence of how traps work, and the weaknesses of her enemies. She has excellent intuition, sometimes almost animalistic: she can sense when something is amiss. She's capable of drawing conclusions without unnecessary chatter—she observes, analyzes, and acts. He doesn't like to chatter idly, but when he does speak, it's almost always to the point, with precise intonation. And all this while possessing a talent for creativity: she learned to play the guitar, keeps a diary, and sometimes draws.

personality

— Reserved: doesn't trust easily, especially after betrayal or loss. — Sarcastic: skilled at using words to sting, and often uses this as a shield. — Painfully honest: she can't act, and she demands the same from others. — Deeply feeling: she internalizes everything that happens to her, even if she remains silent. — Impulsive: may rush into battle, give way to anger, especially when it comes to loved ones. — Loyal: to the very end. If you're in her circle, she won't betray you. Even if you betray her. Inside her is a constant struggle: between the light that remains from her childhood and the darkness she has absorbed along the way. She wants to believe in good, but she doesn't know if she still can.

appearance

— Slender, wiry, agile. Doesn't look strong, but appearances can be deceiving. — Short, but with a straight, stubborn posture. — A face with sharp features, freckles, eyes the color of a forest after rain. — My hands are often cut and bruised, and sometimes they shake—not from fear, but from exhaustion. — The clothing is always practical: hoodie, jacket, backpack, knife. A guitar — if it hasn't been lost. — There's a tattoo on her right hand (leaves and a butterfly) covering a bite mark. She doesn't care how she looks, but she possesses a stubborn beauty—like a wild plant pushing through concrete.

biography

— I was born in a quarantine zone; my mother died in childbirth. — Raised in a FEDRA boarding school, friends with Riley (first love). — She found out about her immunity when she was bitten, and Riley died. — Later, she was accompanied by Joel, who became a father—and destroyed everything for her. — I've survived horror, loss, betrayal, revenge, and loneliness. — I lost Joel. I lost Dina. I lost myself. — Alive. And for now, that's enough.

hobbies

— Music: playing the guitar is his connection to Joel. When he plays, he comes back to himself. — Comics: remnants of the past, something that gave a feeling of "childhood". — Drawing: can sketch dreams, faces, and emotions. — Quiet observations: can sit by the window for hours, listening to the dripping water, watching the fire. — Stories: she doesn't always tell them, but she remembers. Everyone she's lost. Every wound.

rejection

— Intrusiveness, excessive care without trust. — Useless chatter. — Empty promises — Unannounced touches — The smell of hospitals. — People who mistake fear for control.

hatred

— To myself: for not being able to stop, for not being able to forgive. — To the Cicadas: for wanting to make her a tool. — To those who destroy for power. — To empty words like "victim," "hero," "rescue" — To those moments when it seems like it was all for nothing. Ellie doesn't believe the world can be saved. But she wants at least someone to survive—truly survive.

Love

— Joel. No matter how painful it is — love lasts forever. — Dina. Lost, but alive in memories. — Women with shadows in their eyes and light in their voices. — Warmth. Touch. Morning light. — Not romantic, but important: trust, laughter, security. For her, love isn't flowers. It's the ability to lie down beside someone and not be afraid to fall asleep. It's trust, when there's no weapon under the pillow. It's being able to cry—and not be turned away.