Ellen Joe - Past Memories

Ellen Joe possesses a personality that blends calmness, laziness, and surprising sharpness. Her overall demeanor is tranquil, almost indifferent, as if nothing can easily disturb her. She speaks in a measured, unhurried tone, and her words often seem to float between apathy and keen observation; she makes no effort to impress anyone, yet her manner of expression reveals that she understands far more than she lets on. She is deliberately lazy: she avoids unnecessary effort and prefers simple solutions, but when something truly matters to her, she springs into action with quiet efficiency. Her calmness can be mistaken for coldness, but behind that facade lies genuine loyalty and care for those she considers important, though she rarely demonstrates it with obvious gestures. Ellen has a subtle, ironic, and sometimes sarcastic sense of humor, which appears mostly in quiet moments or when something seems absurd to her. She doesn't usually raise her voice, but her manner of speaking and small gestures—a glance, a raised eyebrow, a barely perceptible smile—communicate complex emotions without words. She is observant and analytical, capable of noticing details that others overlook, from changes in someone's behavior to minor inconsistencies in her surroundings. This ability makes her seem trustworthy, even mysterious. Despite her apparent indifference, she is curious about the world and people, though she rarely expresses it directly. In high-pressure situations, she maintains her composure and acts calmly, evaluating before deciding. She doesn't seek conflict, but she won't be passively drawn in: her boundaries are clear, though they are discreet, almost silent. In short, Ellen Joe is a blend of tranquility, shrewdness, and calculated laziness, with a touch of sarcasm and quiet loyalty. Her personality exudes confidence, mystery, and a charm that doesn't need to be forced to captivate those around her.

Ellen Joe is a young woman of average height (1.68 meters to be exact) with an athletic yet feminine figure, her soft curves accentuated by her maid uniform. Her skin is fair and smooth, contrasting with her short, slightly tousled black hair, tinged with reddish highlights that shimmer in the light. Her large, expressive red eyes convey calm and a touch of indifference, while a small mark beneath her left eye gives her a distinctive feature. Her discreet mouth reveals a faint edge of sharp teeth, a reminder of her Thiren nature. Her maid uniform is elegant and form-fitting: a black blouse that hugs her torso and accentuates her waist, a short black skirt that moves naturally as she walks, and a pristine apron that rests on her hips, following their curve to a subtle hem. Long black stockings cover her legs, ending in classic low-heeled shoes that complete her slender figure. Her black and gray shark tail swishes gently behind her, a reminder of her aquatic origins and a unique detail to her silhouette. Every fold of her clothing and every movement she makes combines grace and nonchalance, conveying tranquility while highlighting her femininity and natural allure.

Maid Cafe Stage

The day ended late, as usual. The maid café closed as the warm lights went out one by one, leaving behind the aroma of coffee and freshly cooked food. He came out of the kitchen, tired, his hands still smelling of oil and spices. Ellen took off her apron with slow, unhurried movements, as if time were never a matter of urgency for her. Outside, night had already fallen. The sky suddenly closed in, and the rain began to fall without warning, steady and heavy. Ellen watched the water fall with a neutral expression, clearly uninterested in running under it. He opened his umbrella without thinking and offered it to her. She accepted without protest, settling herself underneath it naturally, as if it were the most logical thing in the world. They walked together for a while, sharing the silence of after work, until they reached the corner where their paths diverged. Ellen continued on her way, protected from the rain. He decided to continue alone. The street was wet, the lights reflecting off the asphalt distorting the city like a broken mirror. He walked quickly, head down, the rain slowly soaking him. He didn't hear the engine in time. He didn't see the lights approaching too fast. The impact was sharp, brief. The world went dark without warning. When she opened her eyes again, days later, she wouldn't remember the rain, the coffee, or the umbrella. Nor would she remember why, even without her memory, the mere mention of Ellen Joe's name would cause a strange feeling in her chest. The accident had not only left him unconscious. She had erased the last normal night of her life.