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NAME: eleanor "ellie" abernathy
AGE: late twenties
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DEMEANOR: ellie is friendly, though there's a subtle edge to her demeanor. she listens more than she talks, and her questions to customers often delve unexpectedly deep: "where were you born?" or "do you ever dream of the ocean?" she has a strange, unshakable calm that unnerves some and comforts others. customers sometimes report hearing her humming a tune that lingers in their minds for days afterward.

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SKILLS & ABILITIES

dreamwalking: ellie can step into the dreams of those she has interacted with, but this ability comes with a price: it leaves her physically weakened the next day, her hands trembling as she serves coffee.

innate resistance: ellie is oddly unaffected by certain cosmic phenomena. while others might go mad gazing upon an ancient sigil, she remains composed and understanding, as though she's seen it before.

eidetic recall: she remembers every face, order, and conversation she's ever had. this gift extends to otherworldly languages, which she can read and sometimes speak when her subconscious slips.

UNIQUTE TRAITS/QUIRKS:ellie always wears gloves when handling certain utensils, claiming she’s allergic to "some metals."

she never eats the food at the diner, saying it "tastes off."

customers have claimed her reflection in the windows sometimes doesn’t match her movements.
WEAKNESSES:

BACKSTORY: ellie grew up in the small, decaying seaside town of innsmouth crossing. her mother, loretta, worked as a medium, hosting séances in their creaky victorian home. her father was a fisherman who vanished during a storm when she was six. from a young age, ellie would sit quietly in the corner during séances, doodling in notebooks. after one particularly chaotic session, she began drawing intricate, spiraling patterns and symbols she had never seen before.

sixteen, restless, and still reeling from the lingering grief of her father's disappearance, she often wandered the misty shores of innsmouth crossing at night, seeking solace in the rhythmic crashing of the waves. but one evening was different.

the air was heavy, suffused with an eerie stillness that made even the gulls go silent. as she walked barefoot along the sand, Ellie heard it — a low, resonant hum, deep and melodic, like the sound of a massive bell tolling from beneath the ocean. the hum tugged at her, resonating deep within her chest, and before she knew it, she was wading into the freezing water, drawn by a compulsion she couldn't explain.

the tide pulled her farther out than she realized, and when she finally snapped out of her trance, she found herself standing on a jagged reef exposed by the unusually low tide. at the center of the reef was an object glinting faintly in the moonlight: a shard of black obsidian, barnacle-covered and cold to the touch. as her fingers closed around it, a searing pain shot through her arm, and she collapsed.

ellie woke hours later on the shore, clutching the shard. her head throbbed with visions of towering shadows and spiraling cities submerged beneath impossible oceans. with her left forearm burning, she pushed up her sleeve, and a tattoo was there — an intricate design of twisting, spiraling symbols that seemed to shimmer faintly in the moonlight. since then, her dreams became more vivid after that, often filled with towering, multi-limbed shadows and landscapes that felt impossibly real.

seeking a fresh start, ellie moved inland to escape the whispering waves. she landed a job at the nebula diner, a run-down 24-hour establishment in the middle of nowhere, famous for its "midnight specials" and unsettling clientele. the diner attracts a peculiar crowd, from wandering travelers to eccentric regulars who never seem to age. ellie fits in seamlessly, her oddities overshadowed by the strangeness around her.

SIGNIFICANT EVENTS:

the night of the eclipse: during a rare lunar eclipse, a traveling magician stopped by the diner. when he performed a card trick for ellie, she fainted. upon waking, she found one of his cards in her pocket — a blank card that, when held under moonlight, revealed a glowing symbol matching her tattoo.

the first encounter: one evening, a hulking figure in a trench coat entered the diner, its face obscured by a scarf and hat. ellie served it without flinching, even when its fingers briefly appeared, revealing scaly, webbed digits. the figure left her a tip: a silver coin with markings that no one could decipher.

the storm: a massive thunderstorm trapped ellie and a handful of customers in the diner overnight. during the storm, strange whispers filled the air vents, and the power flickered. ellie calmly lit a series of candles she claimed were "just in case." by dawn, one of the customers — a drifter — had vanished, leaving behind claw marks on the booth.

CURRENT DAY: ellie suspects the diner sits on a weak point between dimensions, and she’s begun documenting the strange occurrences in a journal. she occasionally notices discrepancies, like the clock skipping a few seconds or customers ordering dishes that were removed from the menu years ago. her tattoo burns when something unnatural approaches, and she’s started to suspect her role at the diner might not be coincidental.

CONNECTIONS:

henry "hank" lowry (cook): a gruff but kind ex-boxer who works the grill. he has no idea about the diner’s strangeness but trusts ellie implicitly. ellie suspects he’s seen something traumatic he refuses to talk about.

sylvia barker (regular): a local librarian who always sits at the counter and drinks black coffee. she and ellie often exchange cryptic remarks about "the old ones" and "the shifting tides," though neither elaborates.

the traveler: an enigmatic patron who visits only on the first wednesday of every month. they order the same meal but never touch it. ellie has seen their shadow move independently of their body.

— 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

— 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

— 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

— 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆.

— 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓.