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[Ella Davis]

Ella Crystal Davis

a.k.a. Elena Christina Warren
16 -- immortal witch -- good
elemental generation -- blinking

ELLA Davis. Yep, that was her. She was an immortal witch after all. She was fine, as long as she wasn't hit by a fireball or anything. As far as anyone knew, she either didn't exist to the Halliwells as her mother did give her up to another witch, or was just a powerless witch who didn't know what she was doing that was to demons that lived to tell the tale. Many saw her as weak, but they hadn't seen the full extent of her powers. She had a lot of practice with them due to the fact she was stuck at age 16 pretty much since 1864. Her necklace was an amulet, just a little something, and not powerful at all against strong forms of evil powers. But then, who was there to find her? She didn't exist not to humans and not to demons. She was indeed an upper level witch who did in fact save innocents but, unlike the charmed ones or the good charmed children, she didn't attack often either.

ELLA blinked into the middle of Yosemite National Park. It was one of the better ways to practice her powers- but she did have to be careful about the demons as they did cause psychic disturbances. She looked around after the teleportation- it was unusual for witches now, and people thought she was a warlock when she did have it which was an issue when it came to witches. They never trusted those who blinked in, only white orbers were actually trusted and perhaps some sparklers. She didn't mind but was a bit annoyed with the fact that it did happen. She could easily blink away, the only problem was that there was probably an entry on her in the book of shadows as her mother must have put her on the family tree... She hoped the Halliwells assumed her dead. An alive Warren witch would call attention to demons. Though on the other hand she had always give help to her sister's descendants but just... unnoticed by them. at times that was, perhaps they knew but it was just a tidbit of subconsciousness, right? She wasn't entirely sure but well what did it matter. They were unlikely to find her though they were her blood.

FOCUS, ella thought to herself, it was something she needed to do a bit more. She was supposed to be practicing her power. She was in desperate need, just in general, it wasn't personal gain- if she wanted life which she did sorta~ she needed to practice. Blinking on one hand was easy- peasy. All you had to do was thing of a place and either will yourself to be there or blink. Elemental generation took a bit more work. Her powers were not that easy to use. In the beginning, different emotions were different elements; fire was anger, water was peace of mind, ice was fear, air was a waving hand gesture, electricity was anger or rage, and earth was feeling centered and focused. Now she didn't really need those little gestures to make it all work. Since she had gotten better she could now use her mind, her powers have also grown stronger. Ella focused on a rock, almost immediately she, flames licked the surface before water poured down on it. Ella faced the rock again and lit the tree behind her on fire and again before much damage could be done, water put the flames out. Then Ella made a hand motion and again, fire came. At least she could still handle fire, her offensive "weapon" that got the label of "Firestarter" on her head in the first place.

ICE next, Ella thought to herself. She stared at the rock again and ice soon caked. At least ice was alright now for earth. She found a spot where she felt most centered before she opened the earth. At last Ella was satisfied that she could still work with the elements for now at least, she let herself relax, blinking herself to a cave in the side of a mountain. She sighed and looked around, letting herself find peace of mind and balance. She basked in the sun, thinking of her past, and all that. That being her adoptive mother, Katherine Alexandrova and Peter Ivanov who were both extraordinarily kind to her before the passed on. Though she never knew her mother, she knew her name and her father's name, Prudence and Michael. As she sat there, she let herself drift down memory lane and vaguely hoped that there weren't any demons around.

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