Ellis Moorhaven

Name: Ellis Moorhaven
Door: Right

Canon: Original Character
Canon Point: N/A

Age: 35
Appearance: Dean Ambrose

History: There are mortals who live in the Five Realms among the dragonborn, humans who have never known any other life or world. There are others who have moved between worlds, learning about what lives beyond the realms of the dragon shifters to better serve those in power. Then there are those born to the world we know, the endless modern maelstrom of strife and struggle--where technology is king, and those touched by magic of any kind suffer either persecution or corruption by the power they wield.

Ellis Moorhaven was one of the latter.

Born in the United States to parents from the United Kingdom, a corner of his reality oft favored by the dragon shifters of the Five Realms, their magic had touched his bloodline at some point, leaving him to grow up with painful hallucinations and delusions that terrified him as a child. All around him, he saw monsters walking under the masks of men, magic in the air, and found no respite in sleep as horrible nightmares would leave him waking in a cold sweat--and if he was very unlucky, coming to fruition right before his eyes.

No diagnosis ever really fit, and as he saw one psychiatrist after another, the list of diagnoses grew: schizophrenia, borderline personality disorder, rapid cycling bipolar, even split personality. The medications that offered him any respite often left him nearly unconscious so the dreams could take him, and the pills that offered dreamless sleep led to more than one accidental overdose as he swallowed them without discretion, searching for an end to his suffering.

Ellis was twenty five years old when the Night Dragon came for him.

Faced with a creature whose true visage only he could see, Ellis was ready to do anything to make the pain stop. Brought to the Five Realms, he learned the truth of what he was and began his education to better understand his own nature as a Sentry. Lacking the magic of a mage to cast spells, and devoid of the controlled temperament that let clairvoyants focus their visions, Ellis was a seer whose power lay in the eye, both physical and mental. So named for their inability to be fooled, Sentries were known for vision that could pierce the veil of magic to reveal the true nature of an individual, and in sleep his mind's eye could perceive threats in order to stop them. A metaphysical watchdog of enormous brute strength, the power of Sentries was infinitely rare--and if left untrained too long, often rendered them dangerous when the power drove them to madness.

Schooled by the Night Dragon himself, king of Nocturne, the most powerful of the Realms, Ellis learned the mechanics of his gift, and found in military training a focus for the violent impulses his power and a life of psychological torture had created. He was, however, coaxed away from the kingdom of Nocturne by emissaries of the isle of Lora. Under the king's care, Ellis began to, at long last, heal and rest. The right spells granted him restful slumber, and while magic could not rid him of his vision, extensive education allowed him to better understand what he saw and why, changing the way he saw the world: for the first time, he no longer questioned the reality he beheld.

For the first time, he was certain the things he saw were real.

Personality:

Vicious: It is an unfortunate circumstance that Ellis is very much defined by the hardships of his power as a Sentry. Despite being an otherwise virtuous man, for the most part, he has always been somewhat volatile, with a certain level of comfort with violence. The combination of unchecked power and a lifetime under the influence of psychiatric drugs that both offered no respite, and were abused when they did, have broken what control he had over his temper and darker appetites. As such, violence is his answer in most situations, in extreme degrees. Even when he means well--serving the will of his king, protecting the kingdom to which he's sworn loyalty, or righting a wrong--the execution most often results in borderline berserker level rages, and some form of excessive bloodshed.

Loyal: Ellis has had few friends in his life, and has had to rely mostly on himself to survive in a world where everyone believed he was crazy, so much so that he believed it himself. It made the few allegiances he formed all the more precious, and despite his erratic behavior, he became unquestionably reliable to those he befriended. Thus, when the Night Dragon found him and offered him respite, he accepted and permanently affixed himself to the dragon shifter's side when he made good on his word. That loyalty he later shared with the king of Lora when much the same happened: friendship was extended, and when proven, earned Ellis's fealty without question, making the isle of Lora his permanent home.

Impulsive: Long before he was broken by magic, Ellis was an impulsive individual with little regard for the opinions of those outside his limited inner circle. Magnified by his unique brand of madness, Ellis has almost no awareness that others do have an opinion of him, and precious little impulse control. The end result is that he struggles to conform to societal contracts like social lying, and lacks the restraint needed to control many of his baser urges. More often than not, if he thinks a thing or wants to do a thing, it happens before he can give the ramifications sufficient thought.

Strong moral compass: Ellis has always possessed a strong sense of right and wrong, even through the lens of his power. He has very good judgment, and while he's always very aware of the implications of his actions, his lack of self control and his skewed world view often mean that he simply doesn't care if what he's doing is wrong in the grand scheme of things.

Desperation: Though he has made some peace with his nature, it does not mean he welcomes it. Too often, the truth beneath the human veneer that he is helpless to blot out is horrifying, and he feels hunted in sleep by the nightmares his vision subjects him to. As such, he's willing to do whatever he can to escape, even for a moment, and find some measure of rest or blissful ignorance. This has resulted in battles with physical addiction, and a history of overdosing in his efforts to gain respite. Magical influences have helped restore his health some and encouraged less self destructive behavior, but in the absence of these metaphysical aids, he will not hesitate to turn to the old standbys again.

Passionate: In one of the few ways his lack of impulse control benefits him, Ellis is voraciously enamored with the things that he likes or loves, and isn't remotely self conscious about making it known or diving headfirst into the things that give him pleasure. He has no concept of hoarding his joys, either, and is incredibly generous about sharing these things with others--sometimes, whether they like it or not.

Proud: Ellis is reluctant to ask for help when needed, and despite his poor coping mechanisms would rather rely on himself than others in his weaker moments.

Resourceful: Highly intelligent and creative minded, neither are things that have been nurtured in his rough life, and as such he's not fully aware of them. This only serves to make his behavior more odd, as his adaptability functions more on a subconscious level. This creates odd behaviors like hoarding strange objects he will need later, hypersensitivity to sound that lets him evade detection in a crisis, or asking peculiar questions to assess a situation he can only barely see. On the other side, he will also rely on his own peculiarities to give him greater freedom to act when he's consciously planing something. A common example would be bird watching in the middle of the night to canvas a location or spy on someone, or using inappropriate physical contact in a moment of rage or enthusiasm to pick someone's pocket.

Powers and Abilities: Ellis is a Sentry, a metaphysical watchdog and protector of the innocent of all worlds. Though blessed with an astronomical amount of magic, he has no ability to cast spells—his power lies exclusively in sight, physical and otherwise. His naked eye beholds all supernatural creatures as they are, man or monster, and he can see magic moving through the world, often like colored lengths of thread. (Please note Ellis has a permissions post here with an option to prevent him from seeing anyone that does not want to have their nature exposed, and avoid anything smacking of god or info modding.)

In addition, he is subject to powerful and graphic nightmares—visions of tragedy and disaster to come, wrought in vivid detail he can recall upon waking with perfect clarity to use as a tool to prevent such tragedies from happening. (NERFED: This ability will experience "interference" in game, and not apply to anything put forth by the mods so as not to be game breaking, and permission will be obtained from players before he foresees any events involving player plots. Who knows, said ability might be able to help further one! :P)

Inventory: Eye of the Ember (heavy black stone resembling obsidian, save that it has a flickering glow within), small dagger, an enchanted necklace that aids him in achieving dreamless sleep (silver chain and pendant holding a small glass orb containing what appears to be a perfectly preserved petal of some deep scarlet flower)


Samples: 1st Sample

“What do you see?”

“I don't see nothin'.”

“You lie.”

Ellis glanced over his shoulder at the behemoth of a man standing behind him. He knew he was a man, he could hear it in his voice—even if all he saw was the sleek black scales and glowing pearl eyes of a goddamn fucking dragon standing where the man ought to be.

“It's real, Ellis. Please...tell me what you see.”

He fidgeted, unable to tear his gaze from the dragon man, scales of onyx and eyes of white, talons gleaming in the torchlight of the balcony where they stood. His fangs peeked out from beneath a leathery lip, and just the sight of him burned. It seared his retinas, scarred his brain, made him wish for some Ativan or a stiff drink or both, anything to make his brain stop working and his eyes stop seeing...

Turning back to look out over the balcony, Ellis struggled to take it all in. The sky was full of rainbows—Nocturne the land of eternal night his fucking ass, how could people sleep with all the light outside?

The thing down below, the thing the Night Dragon asked him to look at, was one of the least scary things he'd seen. He was training with a broadsword, a broad shouldered man with dark hair and fire filled eyes, bare chest and torso dusted with scales of rose gold.

“Some half dragon dude.” Ellis finally admitted, turning back to the creature behind him. “What's it to you?”

The Night Dragon smiled. His fangs were as bright as his eyes, without the shimmering cast.

“He is Black Fire...and if he can learn to serve, he will be as valuable to me as you are.”

2nd Sample – video;public

[When the network comes to life, there's a man with shaggy red-gold hair hanging in wild looking blue eyes, gleaming with a light one could call feral as he tapped the collapsible communication device in his hand.]

Yullo?...hey! Hey, who's in there!

[He taps it a few more times, then sighs and holds the device up more normally, mouth set in a disdainful line.]

Eh, whatever—so I need to get real drunk real—no, no that ain't right...

[He's mumbling, audibly, but clearly to himself because he's looking off to the side, raking a hand back through his hair.]

…now how ya start, that ain't now—okay. Got it.

[Looking up, he tries again.]

Ellis Moorhaven, how you doin'? So I need to get real drunk real fast, where can I go? Bonus points if they got pool. I got this itch to do some trick shots...or bust someone in the face.

[He appears to ponder that for a long moment, then nods.]

Yeah, that works, too.