Name: Hellen Le Clerque
Rank: Lance Corporal
Position: Element Leader
Specialty: -
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Age: 15
Height: 1,53 m
Weight: 55 kg
Eye: Blue, changes to dark blue when angry
Hair: Dark Blonde
Homeworld: -
Born on the planet of Tadath Hellra grew up with a brother and sister.
Hellra's family name was famous for important political leaders and sons and
daughters excelling in academics. She was neither. She trained in martial art,
and got kicked from one school to another. Hellra didn't mind, she knew she
could do better but she didn't. When she didn't work which was always, she could
be found in the rain forests at nights.
Hell, as close family or friends referred her to, studied martial art since the
age of five, and trained on her own at the age of twelve when her master died.
She was torn by the fact that she wasn't excelling in it as an average student.
She grew up confused and scared to live. Her family sent her to a boarding
school in hope that her attitude towards school will improve along with
discipline.
She gained a lot of confidence and came back home with a new found temper and
the desire of making a difference. They were angered towards her since she fled
from the school after six moths of occupying it. Her attitude changed from the
scared child to a confident teenager who wasn't afraid to speak her mind or
doing as she wished.
Even though there still remained a bit of the child in her, she remained the
same pushover that disappeared when she lost her temper. She grew stubborn to
commands.
She developed a love for ancient legend and myths. All the mistakes people made,
she perceived as her own to prevent her self from making the same mistakes.
During her twelth year she found out she was adopted, her 'father' found her on
a rainy night on the brink of their doorstep. They took her in believing it was
fate that placed her there.
In a huge family row Hellra stormed outside in rage promising her self she will
never return. And it was a promise she intended to keep.
Thus her travels started, her travels through the pain of home sick, misery and
adventure.
End of Part one&.
---
Hellra sat shivering in under forest leaves that always had a friendly nature
towards her. The green leaves loomed over her hiding her from the moon's light
that exposed everything in sight. Frost crept over the grass, as the shadows
grew. Hellra ignored the cold temperature that surrounded her. Her thoughts were
jumbled together not really comprehending what is going on. The soft music of
raindrops came around. Water puddles and small rivers raced each other down the
slopes merging as one at one point or another.
The fresh smell of rain filled the air, eliminating the foul stench from the
city that even sometimes reached into the depths of the jungle. Hellra were
sitting with her head on her knees hugging her self to get more warmth. Droplets
water splashed to her face mixing with the salty tears that dropped from her
face.
The twelve year old cursed in every language she knew at her display of
weakness.
With strong determination set in her heart she swore never to shed tears in
self-pity again. It was foolish to waist her time with that. In remembrance she
scarred her left arm remind who she was or maybe still is.
Many days passed where Hellra just swept through jungle with ease, she got to
know the jungle and its friendly traps. She moved swiftly at nights sleeping
during the days.
It was on one of those days she slept through that she found herself caught by a
slave trader. She struggled with him fruitlessly in a desperate attempt to
escape. She gained nothing but another scar that lined the fresh one she made
previous days.
A few weeks passed, Hellra was blindfolded, and knocked out several times. She
woke up to find her self away from Tadath, on their way to Tatooine. Once they
landed, Hellra found her self-struggling to stay alive. Gone was the comfort of
her room, the warmth of her friends, and the food that graced the dining table
at home. She was leveled down to rummaging in her owner's disposal bin sometimes
to lessen her hunger. She was humiliated beyond her pride.
Even is she lived in this humiliating conditions, she grew prideful, she refused
to listen to her owners, it bought her nothing but beatings. She traveled from
owner to owner. A middle class family bought her; they were the nicest of the
owners who bought her. Own&a word Hellra came to despise. She had to clean the
house, and look after the younglings. To her surprise she loved being with the
small toddlers who thought they could change the world.
The family valued Hellra above the other slaves for her. They trusted her enough
to invite her to the races that were held locally. Hellra was bored with them;
if she could do the action, why watch it?
A few weeks later she became a racer, she wasn't exceptionally good, but good
enough to be considered as elite. She came to love her owners as a family and
made an oath to protect them. An oath she regrets forever.
End part2
---
For the first time in months hope glimmered out to Hellra. She has found a link
that might lead her to her biological family, her necklace around her neck was
the clue.. It was a sliver cross with a square in the middle, a necklace that
was around her neck when she was left on a doorstep; she found a similar looking
necklace in a junk shop, though it was made of wood. Hellra asked her owners if
this cross was a commonly found symbol, it appeared not be.
A few days after the discovery she woke up in the late night with smoke filling
her lungs and burning her eyes. She darted from her bed to the window only to
forget it had bars. She escaped by barging her locked door with her shoulder
injuring it badly.
She aimed straight for the front door to escape when she passed a room that
hasn't been yet cursed by the flames. A strange sight she found.
Two troopers were shooting with their rifles. She followed the aim of the
blasters instinctively, only to found to her horror her owners already dead on
the floor, the wife, being the last one to fall.
A few seconds passed before rage started to course through unlike she has ever
experienced. She saw nothing except the two troopers in front of her. Silently
she grabbed the two swords that crossed each other above the family crest on the
wall. She studied the blades in split second; they were sharp enough to
penetrate the armor. The soldiers seemed to be searching an old chest on the
floor in front of them; they were kneeled over it leaving their backs bare and
unguarded.
Hellra crept up, ignoring the crackling of the fire over the roof infiltrating
the room at last; it covered any sound she made.
She lifted the swords up leveled with hearshoulder, pulled back wards to her
sides, she ignored the pain in her shoulder. One second she hesitated, but a
glance to man and his wife on the floor erased the doubt she had. In a swift
move she sunk the swords through their armor. Hellra had to push more, it was
difficult to get the swords through. They instantly groaned and fell to the
ground. Blood poured from the wounds around the swords. Hellra smirked.
She left them, assured that they are dead. She traveled through the house
looking for the family's youngest daughter. She followed the sounds of screaming
that could be heard faintly from the hall. She turned to the room. Fear rose in
her. The room was alive with fire. It curled and twisted around the primitive
objects and pillars made of wood. She jumped through the fire, not caring if she
got burned. But it appeared to be in vain. She found the girl screaming out of
pain and fright at the fire tongues licking her skin as she laid on the floor.
She was already burned beyond recognition. Hellra knew even if she could put the
fire out, it would be of no help. The child will only suffer.
Hellra gasped, and fell on her knees in doubt of what to do. Oxygen refused to
breeze through her mouth. Her insides were stone cold, she could only stared at
the girl who was screaming for help in her native language. Through the burned
and swollen skin, Hellra could still see her eyes; they were filled with prayers
and hopes of being released of the fire. Hellra took up the sword she dropped on
the floor. The handle burned in her skin but she ignored it. She strode over to
the girl.
The girl she swore to protect. She raised the sword high above her head. She
stared in front of her. The human child's eyes filled with fear and fright,
Hellra couldn't detect if the girl was afraid of her or the death that were
tugging her life away from her. Hellra closed her eyes; she dropped her arms in
a mighty stroke. Blood sprayed over hands indicating the strike was an instant
kill, unlike the fire.
Hellra forced her tears away as she stumbled out of the house. She walked a few
meters away from the door. She dropped her sword as she sunk to the gravel on
ground, just staring stars above her. She didn't notice the shadow that crept
away on all fours away out of the house. How long she laid there seemed
unimportant. She has failed.
Hellra opened her eyes. The sun will rise in a few minutes. A hand touched her
head. She tried to get up, but her exhausted state left her in a frozen unable
to move. She felt someone lifting her up.
"Managed to kill trooper, impressive for someone her age" a smooth voice said
"Wasn't there more Fraze? Asked a rougher voice.
"Yeah, seems she injured the other badly, I found two blood covered sword, and
two rifles, why would a trooper leave his rifle?" answered the man named Fraze
"Hmm, yeah, makes sense"
"Damn the troopers for getting here first!" exclaimed the rough voice above her
head, Hellra tried to move.
"We can get a other dealer, one loss is nothing"
"What are we doing with the kid?" asked the rough voice again, it seemed Fraze
was the leader between them.
"If she could kill a trooper at her age, she would make a fine contribution to
us"
End part 3 ---
Back
