Aella Cruz
24 years old - Time Traveller - Supernatural Hunter
○ Will eventually have the ability to manipulate time, including: stopping it, slowing it down, speeding it up, and moving forward and backwards through it, but is currently only able to accidently move through time in her sleep
○ Skilled fighter, proficient with firearms, shotguns, knives, hand-to-hand combat
○ Experienced tracker
Aella has no family to speak of. She was dropped off at a firehouse when she was three hours old, and ended up in a group home. Never adopted, she stayed a ward of the state until she was 18, and she was kicked out of the system, legally an adult. Hitchhiking to nowhere, she found herself travelling with some hunters, who took her under their wing. She stayed with them for five years, before they were killed by a family of shapeshifters. Aella has been on her own, hunting ever since.
Hobbies: Dying her hair, playing the piano
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Aella could not believe her luck. After taking down a pair particularly vicious vampires, all she'd wanted to do was crash in her motel room and take a nap. Maybe get something to eat afterwards, or catch a movie. You know, normal stuff. She'd made it as far as the nap... but when she woke up, she was no longer in her hotel room. She wasn't exactly sure where she was, but when Aella opened her eyes, and saw the landscape around her, she knew she'd travelled again.
She stood, as thunder boomed ahead of her and the skies opened up, instantly drenching her with cold rain. "Ah!" she squeaked, and hurried forward, to find refuge from the storm. She didn't stop rushing along until she'd come to a town,
although it looked more like a village from a fairytale storybook to her. The buildings all looked to be made of clay with heavy straw rooftops, and old wooden signs hanging above the doors. The insides were lit with a warm glowing light that was different from the electricity she was used to. Stepping into a small, loud, building marked "Tavern", she realized it was because there was no electricity. Lanterns sat atop heavy wooden tabletops, and chandeliers adorned with candles gave the room most of its lighting.
Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at her. Aella swallowed hard as she took in their outfits, tunics and cloaks, all mostly earth toned, and the swords hanging from various mens belts. She must have been staring at them the same crazy way they were staring at her. Aella, with her dark purple hair plastered to her face, soaking wet long flannel shirt and jeans full of rips and holes. She sighed softly, and started forward towards the bar, as conversations around her resumed. "Excuse me," she said to the man cleaning glasses. It seemed no matter where she landed in time, the bartenders were the same. "Can you tell me where I am?"
The man eyed her for a moment, clearly wondering if she was insane. "Aye, England," the tender said slowly.
Aella nodded, as if she should have known that. "And, um... the year?"
That made the bartender pause in his cleaning, and he tilted his head at her. "1430."
Aella closed her eyes, sighing heavily. "Great... just great." She mumbled to herself, and when she looked back at the bartender, her eyes were tired and drained. "Can I have..." she paused, realizing she didn't have any money, and wasn't even sure what kind of money these people used. "Um..."
The bartender seemed to take pity on her, in her soaken state, and chuckled softly. "A glass of mead, on the house." He said and set it before her. "I'll bring ya' a plate of food." Aella sighed gratefully and thanked him, taking a sip from the large mug. What was she going to do now...?
She stood, as thunder boomed ahead of her and the skies opened up, instantly drenching her with cold rain. "Ah!" she squeaked, and hurried forward, to find refuge from the storm. She didn't stop rushing along until she'd come to a town,
although it looked more like a village from a fairytale storybook to her. The buildings all looked to be made of clay with heavy straw rooftops, and old wooden signs hanging above the doors. The insides were lit with a warm glowing light that was different from the electricity she was used to. Stepping into a small, loud, building marked "Tavern", she realized it was because there was no electricity. Lanterns sat atop heavy wooden tabletops, and chandeliers adorned with candles gave the room most of its lighting.
Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at her. Aella swallowed hard as she took in their outfits, tunics and cloaks, all mostly earth toned, and the swords hanging from various mens belts. She must have been staring at them the same crazy way they were staring at her. Aella, with her dark purple hair plastered to her face, soaking wet long flannel shirt and jeans full of rips and holes. She sighed softly, and started forward towards the bar, as conversations around her resumed. "Excuse me," she said to the man cleaning glasses. It seemed no matter where she landed in time, the bartenders were the same. "Can you tell me where I am?"
The man eyed her for a moment, clearly wondering if she was insane. "Aye, England," the tender said slowly.
Aella nodded, as if she should have known that. "And, um... the year?"
That made the bartender pause in his cleaning, and he tilted his head at her. "1430."
Aella closed her eyes, sighing heavily. "Great... just great." She mumbled to herself, and when she looked back at the bartender, her eyes were tired and drained. "Can I have..." she paused, realizing she didn't have any money, and wasn't even sure what kind of money these people used. "Um..."
The bartender seemed to take pity on her, in her soaken state, and chuckled softly. "A glass of mead, on the house." He said and set it before her. "I'll bring ya' a plate of food." Aella sighed gratefully and thanked him, taking a sip from the large mug. What was she going to do now...?