Elatia hates. She hates the person next to her. She hates the man eyeing her up. She hates the pretty girl flirting with him. She hates the child running carelessly across the tavern. She hates the dog that doesn’t shut up. She hates the owner who lets it. She hates the man with the knife who thinks he can take anyone in the room. She hates the boastful tracker who assumes no one can match his skills. She hates the weak old woman for living too long. She hates the snivelling merchant desperate to sell his wares. She hates the wife nagging her poor husband so he’ll buy her something, and she hates the husband for giving in.
Weak people. Worthless people. Useless people. Cowards and hypocrites and liars. All of them.
What makes it worse is that some among them will imagine her to be weak as well. As a woman, she must be the more afraid, the more cautious. She is attractive too (something she is very aware of) and so some will be thinking of her. They want her, or want to be her.
People underestimate her. People desire her. People think they can prey on her. People think they can outwit her. People think many things, and, because they are all witless idiots, they are very wrong.
Elatia is of slender build but she is stronger than she looks. She is highly adept with her hunting knife and could gut most fighters with ease, and she always relishes the look of surprised horror on their faces as she does. She is attractive but she is the one who preys on others, and any attractive woman around her could soon find that out, as long as they were untouched. She is smarter than anyone she has ever met. She is clever, quick to think, quick to act. A honed hunter from a land of natural hunters. She is an expert shot with her bow and a ruthless fighter if needed. No, no one threatens Elatia.
Some may think she fears men because of her hatred of them. No, that is not the case at all. She loves to get very close to them when she tortures them. She loves to gloat in her power over a man as he bleeds and sobs. Elatia fears nothing, at least she tells herself this. But she has little reason to. She is infamous as hunter, killer and torturer, as well as deflowerer of young girls. Her name is now loathed. This makes her smile, and never in a pleasant way.
Elatia hates and does so openly. She snarls and scowls at all around her. She treats everyone with contempt. Part of this is to present a strong defence, to ward off others, but this is also who she is. She hates. She hates because she can. She can insult bigger men because she knows they fear her, or they will act and she will hurt them. A lot.
Coming from Bamalia, a nation of equality, Elatia was granted every opportunity to better herself. She took them all. But she took in order to hunt others. She wanted to ruin people. She hated them all. Any man who desires her deserves torture. Any fighter who takes her on has earned death. Any girl yet to know sexual appreciation will learn it from her or else.
Elatia knows elation, the root of her name, but only in the suffering of others. She will work as part of the elite, even take orders from Bane, in order to get well paid and revel in the plunder of people and fame. Even among this group, she rates as one of the most deadly, and she is very proud of that. She hates them all, maybe she will hunt them some day and see how strong they really are. Until then, she will excel among them, as only she can.