Elyse- O.C.!

First, I have noted starrynight's comment about differnce, but Ive had this OC for a while and really wanted to share it. Here's the story!

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Legend tells of a gift;  a gift to be bestowed upon one individual throughout all of of time. This is the gift of ice. This gift comes with a great burden, however, as it can be controlled to a degree, but in the end it can never truly be tamed. This brings us to the story of Elyse.

Elyse was very young the day she got the Gift. The world was in ruins, governments fell into war over a precious new mineral: Friglacis. Friglacis was formed at the heart of massive icebergs and glaciers, where precious minerals all balled up with the ice. The result is an extremely valuable chunk of ores, and this is what caused the snap of any and all peace. Elyse's mother was always bedridden with a disease from the glacier mines, as many were. Elyse's father, as a result, was mentally unstable. He would sometimes try to feed the young child melting chunks of ice he brought home from his own days at the mine. Elyse, though, remained strong.

One morning, Elyse woke up as usual. But something was amiss. Her right eye. Where there had one been an ebony pupil, it was now milky white. And all around that, there was only black void. She cried. Racking sobs shivered through their tiny, frail home. She went downstairs to look for comfort, to find her parents. She did find them, but she also found her right eye tinging and growing warm. She had no control. She killed her parents. As their frozen, rigid bodies clunked down to the floor, Elyse felt nothing but eternal numbness.

She cupped her hand over her right eye, and only then did she find its bloodlust begin to cool. Finding an old gray rag and cutting it down to size, she had her eye patch that she would wear for the rest of her life, and her last memory of home. She left the house as only a child, only eight years old .

The months that followed were only a tireless repeatance of the same struggles, the same improvement, and the same steps backward. Elyse secluded herself in mountains so cold no being besides herself, the newly crowned ice queen, could reside. She learned to control two aspects of her newfound power, only to lose control of another. Gradually, though, she improved. And on a cool autumn day, Elyse allowed herself to see other people for the first time in five years. She was now thirteen. This was when her third murder occured.

It is a simple story. She was mugged. Or, there was an attempt at mugging. She lost control yet again. Her great, impressive, copius amounts of power were released, and another fell at her hand.

Three more years in the mountains cured her perpetual sight of another dying face.

When sixteen year old Elyse went down to the city of Varenswie to try again at living, she succeeded. She met people, saw the good of the world. And she decided, on that day, to do her best to bring peace to the world. She was not a cheap action figure, she was a vigilante. She did not round up criminals to put in jail. No. She travels around the world, stealing Friglacis and destroying it- an action no one but her can commit. She lives in the Hondwue mountains most of the time, but will emerge to fight for balance when the scales tip.

She is hated by many.

Loved by few.

But needed by all.