Elayne Meros

## Elayne Meros' Backstory

"War is nothing personal, just business" - The Meros unofficial family motto.

Elayne Meros

Age: 25

Weight: 130lbs

Height: 68"

Hair Colour: Black

Eye Colour: Blue

## Benefits and Abilities

 Binding
3 to tying people up (Kinky)
 Crackshot
2 against concealed enemies
 Marksman
 Targeteer
 Disarm

Elayne
 was the youngest child and the only girl born to a renown family of
mercenaries. Growing up was not easy since Elayne was too small to beat
her brothers in their sparring sessions and thus was on the receiving
end of a lot of beatings. As she grew she found that the easiest way to
win the fights between siblings was by effective hit and run tactics
from long range. This sparked her love of firearms, she loved the view
through her scope and the feeling of power it gave to strike down the
enemy with no chance of counterattack. As soon as she was old enough she
 began joining mercenary expeditions with her older brothers, she and
her siblings fought for whoever paid the most, running raiding strikes
against convoys, assassinations, and of course battles. When Khador
invaded Llael, Elayne and her brothers were in the first group of mercs
over there and they quickly snapped up a well paying contract to
eliminate a Llaelese noble as they escaped from Merywyn. The hit went
off perfectly and with no losses they returned with the head of the
noble to pick up their pay. What greeted them was not gold or jewels,
but instead a Khadoran ambush. The majority of their company was cut
down in the first salvo of fire, and the rest made a break for the
woods. Elayne was one of the first into the trees and was quickly
sprinting deep into the woods before she noticed the fire. It was a
simple and effective plan, lure your enemy into the kill area then cut
off their retreat by burning the forest, and it had worked. The fire was
 too big to run through not without serious injuries, but behind her lay
 only death so she ran through the fire. The ambush left its mark on
both her body and mind, extensive burn scars cover her body and even
though she had been taught to not hold grudges during war she swore to
never work for those who had killed her family and took some of the
cheapest and most dangerous jobs she could find all against Khador. Many
 years later the fire of hatred stills burns, not as strong as it once
did, and she finds fulfillment in working for the Llaelese resistance.

## Siege of Merywyn

Merywyn
 the once beautiful capital of Llael, even amongst the battle scarred
rubble Elayne understood how culturally important this place was. But
that was before the siege, before Khador had laid waste to much in their
 brutal attacks. A body of a mother and child lay dead and desecrated in
 a gutter another reason Elayne was beginning to tire of this war.
Bounty hunting had far less casualties, but this was where the big money
 was at the moment so this is where Elayne and her elder brothers had
ended up. The job this time was a broad one, search out pockets of
resistance and annihilate them, their Khadoran employers were big fans
of annihilation Elayne had decided, they had found a couple of groups
but complete annihilation was hard when your opponents had home field
advantage.

Elayne
 was all of a sudden overcome by a sickening feeling like something
beyond the next corner was unnatural, something beyond this world.
Quickly Elayne glanced around, it seemed she wasn't the only one
overcome by this feeling, the silent order to hide was given by Elayne's
 oldest brother, Rhupert, a little bit of healthy paranoia was always
beneficial. Hiding was something of a strong suit for their little band
of mercenaries, and quickly after the order was given everyone was gone.
 Elayne was headed to higher ground, better vantage point if whatever
was around the corner was as hostile as its aura suggested. From the
second floor she could see the source of this unnatural feeling, a group
 of scantily clad men carrying swords half their size and punctuated by
an aura of madness, Doom Reavers. Elayne had heard tales of these
monstrous killing machines, ex-criminals taken given a choice of sure
death or a final chance to slaughter. Armed with cursed weaponry they
killed all they saw including occasionally each other. Khador clearly
wanted to break what little resistance was left with the Doom Reavers
wild and brutal methods. Elayne was overcome by a morbid curiosity, what
 would these supposed monsters be capable of in a fight, giving a signal
 back down to Rhupert on the street she set off to follow the Doom
Reavers.

The
 rain was soaking through Elayne's leather and making the her silent
trek along the rooftops all that much harder, but this morbid
fascination drove her forward. It wasn't long before she had her
questions answered as the Reavers spotted a group of civilians running
across an alley and into a building on one side of the square. The
Reavers were instantly on the stragglers, the young the sick and the
old, and they tore through them each swing cleaving through their target
 without thought to age or sex. Elayne couldn't watch the slaughter, it
was something she had seen, and participated in, before but the sheer
joy and elation that the reavers seemed to have in slaughtering
innocents was something she had never witnessed before. It was at this
moment that a welcome distraction caught her eye, there were two people
clad in light armours and with basic binoculars in a window of the
building at the east entrance to the square. They were probably members
of a resistance pocket still lurking around the city, but that mattered
less than the fact that their presence gave her something else to focus
on. She drew her rifle and flipped out the bi-pod, with all the cover
that was around she had to make her first shot count. Looking through
the scope she shallowed her breathing and ignored the rain pounding down
 through the broken roof, the screams of the civilians and the cold
seeping through her bones, one target left in the window she brought the
 sights to bear and pulled the trigger. The shot rung out through the
square but was quickly swallowed by the sounds of the doom reavers in
the alleys below. A shape moving through the alleys caught her eye, the
second one was on the run, but he was too far gone to get a decent shot
off. Elayne though was wary, it was likely he had gone to get
reinforcements. Shifting her setup slightly Elayne positioned for a
better shot down the alleyway, it was a sixth sense that told her that
people were about to round the corner so she shallowed out her breathing
 and brought her eye to the scope. She counted one person past the
corner then a second, she was waiting for a commander, when a man in
nobles clothing entered her vision smiling to herself she pulled the
trigger.

As
 his head exploded she realised her error, an emposing man in mechanical
 armour rounded the corner flanked by trolls, she had revealed her
location too early. She knew the rain will have hidden her exact
position but they would know which building she was in, and they looked
like the type who would close the distance, and she didn't feel like
fighting a troll hand to hand. Panic set in and she reloaded and fired
neglecting to take proper aim the shot guided more by muscles memory
than actual thought struck some sort of forcefield and bounced off, “a
fucking warcaster, just my luck.” Hurrying she folded up her bipod and
packed up her rifle, not bothering to reload. She was thankful for the
Doom Reavers, they were keeping the attention of the arriving forces so
that the commander did not want to commit forces to chasing the sniper.
As she hauled herself up onto the roof through one of the back windows
she saw a small apple shaped object enter through the hole in the front,
 a grenade. Adrenaline started coursing through her body and muscles
screamed in agony she pulled herself up negating footholds. The
explosions ripped through the gutted out building sending shrapnel
flying out the windows, if she had still been in there she would have
died. She thought about running, but the head of a warcaster, that was
sure to get her a nice bonus from the Khadorans. Carefully working her
way up over the slick wet tiles, Elayne made it to a flat part at the
top of the roof, quickly setting up again she surveyed the battlefield
scanning for her bonus and her bragging rights, the doom reavers were
split between engaging this new enemy and finishing off the civilians
and although they were putting up a good fight, their split focus
allowed the resistance to pick them off and start to clean up the fight.
 The reavers despite losing numbers were still taking vast numbers with
the. The only ones capable of holding their ground against these
monsters that Elayne could see were a particularly loud troll, and one
girl a bit younger than Elayne, the warcaster lost in the throngs of
combat. She frantically scanned back and forth hoping to see those smoke
 stacks that signified mechanical armour, and her bonus. It was only as
the last of the reavers began to fall that she caught sight of him
again, charging forward towards the group of survivors cutting down the
reavers that stood in the way. As Elayne prepped to take the shot
movement on the right side of the scope caught her attention, the girl
was moving. It was enough to cause Elayne to hesitate, She had witnessed
 many peoples ends through this scope, the heroic, the depressing, and
the pitiful, but as she watched this joyous meeting between a man and a
woman, she was filled with emotion. There was no rationalization that
could make her pull the trigger, she thought of home and of her brothers
 elsewhere on this battlefield and lowered the rifle. Pulling back the
pin to eject the cartridge Elayne was shocked, it seemed as though the
fates themselves didn't want Elayne to shoot. As the empty cartridge
rolled down the tiles and clattered to the streets below, Elayne smiled
to herself and set off to rejoin her family.