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DISLINKED OPERATIVE

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Eleanor Whitmore

PREFERRED NAME(S) > She's fine with just being called Eleanor, but accepts Elle, Ellie, Nor, and Norry.

PRONOUNS > She/Her.

AGE / D.O.B. > 27. September 24th.

HOMETOWN > Ludlow, England.

HEIGHT/BUILD > 5'7. She's slim but toned -- she weight lifts 5 days a week.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES > She's got an excessive amount of ear piercings. Her English accent sounds a bit weird since she was displaced so young and has been around so many people of varying accents (think Dorit from Real Housewives of Beverly Hills...)

TIME IN DISLINKED > Formally only a year to a year and a half since she's only 27, but was saved by them at 7 and adopted by one of them/living in their safe houses and on Mnemosyne with Taryn.

CELL / POSITION > Battlest / Pilot.

PARTNER > TBD! I asked Quinn about their char but not confirmed yet.

SKILLS > Hyper-vigilant/observant, lightning-fast reflexes, really good at parkour because when you're a kid on Mnemosyne you're bored and finding random stuff to do.

➕ dauntless, adaptable, determined

➕/✖️ earnest, grounded, sincere

✖️ impulsive, defiant, detached

THEIR STORY.

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Eleanor doesn't know much about her early childhood but she knows she had no idea what was actually going on in the world. She knew tons of people were getting these implant things, and that her parents were staunchly against them, so she was just as staunchly against them even though she didn't really understand what they were. She was five, six, seven years old. She didn't need anything beyond her parents' word to believe what they said with her whole heart.

When she was seven, though, they no longer had a choice. The Fall happened. They were taken in for implants. Eleanor was separated from them, despite her mother's screaming, despite her father pushing to try to get through to her. But then she was in a patient room, and she was told she'd just be asleep for a few minutes. Everything after that was a blur. She was so tired, she didn't open her eyes, but her ears picked up the word "failure." The next thing she remembered was being rushed out of whatever building they were in, tight in the arms of panicked-seeming adults, strangers, and none of them would tell her where her parents were. They were dead, but if any of them knew that, they didn't tell her.

She was adopted a few years later by a member of the same group that had saved her, which she learned to be Dislinked. Taryn Payne had decided to take her in. Eleanor didn't know what to make of it. It was hard to accept going into someone's home when she didn't know the fate of her parents, to know why she had to be in this situation. But Taryn was not overtly warm; she didn't smother her with expectations of immediate affection or connection. A feeling of safety and stability creeped slowly in and started taking down her walls. Taryn was admirable; she was strong, fair, smart, accomplished. Eleanor felt lucky to be taken care of by her. She wanted to emulate her and make her proud. The more that feeling grew, the more she wanted to see if Taryn cared, too. There may have been a lot of questionable safety decisions made in her teenage years just to see if they elicited her desired exasperation.

She always knew she was going to formally join the resistance once she was old enough. Having grown up around it, and knowing what else was out there, it just felt like an inevitability. But it was one she was excited about. Eleanor had no hope for a kind of future for herself beyond doing as much damage to the entities that destroyed her world as she could before she died. Which sounds depressing, but she found passion in it. She was excited to throw her life into the cause. And she chose the Battlest cell, despite Taryn's hopes for her to join espionage, because she felt too conscious of trying to live up to her. Plus, Battlests saw most of the real action, in her opinion.

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