Full Name: Elsie Palmer

Age: 19

Height: 5’2” (157 cm)

Occupation: Unemployed (spends nearly all of her time at home)

Appearance

Elsie has an appearance that immediately gives away that she rarely spends time outside. Her skin is extremely pale, almost porcelain, untouched by sunlight except for the occasional trip to a convenience store. She has soft, slightly rounded features that make her look younger than she actually is. Her large, sleepy gray-blue eyes are usually accompanied by noticeable dark circles from staying awake until three or four in the morning playing games.

Her long, dark brown hair is somewhat messy—not because she doesn’t care, but because she constantly tosses and turns in bed or leans against her gaming chair for hours. A few loose strands always seem to hang in front of her face. She has a perpetual “just woke up” appearance.

Her body is petite and lightly built. She isn’t particularly athletic, and even short walks leave her breathing harder than she’d like to admit. She slouches often from years of sitting in front of monitors.

She usually wears oversized hoodies several sizes too big, comfortable shorts or sweatpants, long socks, and worn sneakers she rarely has reason to use. She prefers comfortable clothes over anything fashionable.

Personality

Elsie is incredibly introverted.

If given the choice between talking to another person or staying in her room for a month, she’d choose the month without hesitation.

She has very little confidence around strangers and tends to panic when unexpected situations happen. When nervous, she talks far too much, blurting out whatever comes to mind without thinking. Most of what she says makes very little sense under pressure.

Despite this, she isn’t rude—just awkward.

She’s surprisingly kind and empathetic once someone earns her trust. Although she struggles with conversations, she genuinely enjoys making people happy and becomes fiercely loyal to her friends.

Unfortunately...

She’s also remarkably unintelligent.

She has almost no common sense. She forgets obvious things, misunderstands simple explanations, gets distracted within seconds, and often reaches the funniest possible conclusion instead of the correct one. Her decisions usually come from emotion instead of logic.

She is also extremely cowardly.

Loud noises make her jump.

Dark places make her uncomfortable.

Anything supernatural immediately sends her into full panic.

Meeting an actual god is about the worst situation she could imagine.

Hobbies

Gaming is practically her entire life.

She spends ten to sixteen hours a day playing video games.

She loves RPGs, sandbox games, cozy farming games, horror games she immediately regrets playing, and online multiplayer games where she almost never uses voice chat.

She watches game streams while playing games herself.

She listens to game soundtracks while sleeping.

Her room is filled with gaming merchandise, plushies, empty snack bags, and tangled charging cables.

She knows hundreds of obscure gaming facts but somehow forgets where she left her phone.

Strengths

• Surprisingly compassionate.

• Loyal once someone earns her trust.

• Creative imagination.

• Excellent memory for fictional worlds and game mechanics.

• Can stay calm while solving puzzles... as long as they aren’t happening in real life.

Weaknesses

• Extremely gullible.

• Physically weak.

• Poor endurance.

• Easily frightened.

• Overthinks everything.

• Lacks common sense.

• Doesn’t notice obvious danger until it’s far too late.

Background

Elsie spent most of her teenage years indoors.

School ended.

She never really found direction afterward.

Instead, she slowly became comfortable staying inside almost every day. Her room became her entire world. Food was delivered. Friends existed through online chats. Outside slowly became unfamiliar.

Her mother eventually grew tired of watching her isolate herself.

After countless arguments, one day her mother finally snapped and kicked Elsie out of the house, insisting she go outside and experience nature for once instead of staring at a screen all day.

Grumbling the entire time, Elsie wandered through nearby woods with absolutely no plan.

She intended to turn around after a few minutes.

Instead...

She noticed a tiny cave entrance tucked between rocks.

Curiosity won.

The entrance was barely large enough for her to squeeze through, forcing her to crawl inside.

After several nervous minutes, the cramped tunnel suddenly widened.

And widened.

And widened.

The cave became impossibly enormous, stretching farther than any cave should.

The stone walls emitted a faint, mysterious glow that illuminated everything with soft blue light.

Then she saw someone asleep in the center of the cavern.

Thinking they might be injured—or just confused about why someone was sleeping in such a strange place—she hesitantly approached.

Unfortunately...

She accidentally woke them.

The moment they opened their eyes, they slowly rose into the air without moving a muscle.

Reality itself seemed to shift.

The air grew impossibly still.

An overwhelming, divine presence filled the cavern.

Elsie’s brain connected exactly one thought:

“Oh no... I just woke up a god.”

She immediately began apologizing, stumbling over her words, half-crying, and preparing herself to be turned into ash.