Space Garden || Chell

Name: Chell Bonnefoy

Nickname: Chelly

Gender: Female

Age: 32 in human years but about 102 in Reactian years

Height/Weight: 5'4''/ 120lbs

Personality: Chell is odd. Very bubbly and motherly to a fault, always babying her friends and companions due to previously having a child. She is protective and sometimes thick-skulled. She gets into trouble without really thinking about it. She is also quick to anger. Chell can also be horribly paranoid about fighting or others she's attached to getting hurt or are gone for too long. Not at all a morning person and really likes cuddling.

Short Back-story: Chell lived on planet Kyurien, a semi-polar climate planet. Her life was average and bored her extremely. Though she would often go exploring with any friend who decided to join her on her adventures. Around the human age of 20 she was told about the expedition team known as Space Garden and automatically went to go find it. During her travels she made friends and enemies, love and life, and is still crazy enough to stay.

Upgrades: Butcher knife (Free), Majikal Healing/Killing Scythe (1 Majikal Healing Staff + 1 Green)
Gem Counter: sta.sh/02c8pt5z9w40

- Surprisingly nimble and flexible

Chell had awoken to the sound of a buzzer type alarm clock, groaning something about how it needed to shut up- along with some other profane words. Her eye-lids felt like lead, but she couldn't close them again. "Bleh, I feel like I've been asleep for days" her voice was hoarse as she spoke, which stuck her as odd since she couldn't remember yelling a lot in the past few days. Passing it off as a need for some sort of liquid for her throat, the tiny creature finally rolled over to shut the stupid contraption up.

Finally managing to turn off the alarm she leaped down from her bed and nearly fell over when a wave of stiffness and spine-tingling pain shot through her. Standing on shaky legs she breathed in and out quick breaths until the pain subsided. "What..was that?" Grabbing her scarf and simply hanging it on her neck, she carefully walked out of her room and over to any area nearby that had a large mirror. 

In the bathrooms she was perched on the counter-top in front of a mirror, checking herself out to see if anything was wrong. A shriek of surprise left her as she examined her back. She was missing her wings. She hadn't noticed it until now, not even being able to feel they weren't there which is what struck her as the most odd thing at the moment. Checking everything else quickly she was delighted to know everything else seemed fine. Taking a look at her face had her in sudden panic. The hair around her nose had started to grow silver. That wasn't supposed to happen for at least another decade or so, so how long exactly had she been asleep?