--- Eleanora --- (About the same time as 1792)
Eleanora walked with power. Her stance screamed pride and arrogance and her near seven feet in height meant that she looked down on nearly everyone from that alone. She'd even gone so far as to add high heels to her plate armour to exaggerate the effect and pushing her past the seven foot mark in apparent height. Her head was left exposed with long blue hair flowing around her pointed ears hinting at perhaps some fae ancestry.
Eleanora stormed through the barracks, magic rolling off her in waves as she desperately tried to contain the anger building in her heart. The lesser guards that had been meandering around the area either swiftly vacated it or saluted her as she past. As they should. Eleanor could hear those two idiots she had to work with arguing further in. "THINK Strooth! Did you not even stop to consider all of the issues with trying to kill that demon?" hissed Malve.
