A beauty from Dale, or so the story seems to always go, and yet not inherently true in the eyes of Ellie. Her hair always falling in her face, messy and somewhat unkempt; her gaze always downwards and her shoulders hunched, she can at times seem less of a girl and more of an invisible speck upon the wall. Finding her companionship more in animals and her books than in other people, it's a miracle if one even sees her eyes, or hears her voice, for she has little care, often, to be in the company of others. 

A small woman, Ellie only rises to about five feet and an inch in height, and does not seem at all to be the type that was exposed to physical labor; though there are a fair amount of callouses and pinprick scars on her hands from her work, and a few idle scars on her upper arms, no doubt from childhood play. A plethora of freckles dot her cheeks and frame the soft features of her face, or what little of it can often be seen. Her copper-colored hair falls in messy waves down her back, landing just above her hips in its length, a shining contrast to the blue colors that she usually wears. 

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