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Exiles/Multidimensional WIP: Elaina Moreland
By: Raven Tepes Date: February 16, 2026, 10:11 pm
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“I used to think I had to fold myself smaller, softer, safer for
the comfort of people who feared what they didn’t understand.
They whispered ‘witch’ like it was a curse. Turns out, it’s a
crown.
They tried to summon a nightmare with my blood and bind it to
me. How thoughtful. Now Samael and I share tea in the moonlight,
and he reminds me daily that power answers to confidence.
I love my laugh, bright as a spell misfiring in a sunlit room. I
love the way my magic hums in my bones like a secret orchestra
tuning before a grand performance. I love that I can be warm as
fresh bread one moment and terrifying as a storm-fed wildfire
the next. Both are mine.
Being Elaina Moreland means I do not dilute my sparkle to soothe
fragile egos. It means I bloom where they tried to bury me. It
means I smile sweetest when I’m underestimated.
They wanted a victim. They forged a sovereign. And I adore every
inch of the woman I became.”
~ Elaina Moreland
“They tried to weaponize him against me. Summoned a demon prince
with my blood as the ink and my pain as the invitation.
What they didn’t understand is that Samael did not arrive like a
chain. He arrived like a garden in winter, patient and waiting
for the thaw.
He kneels, yes. Calls me his queen with a voice that can split
mountains and coax roses from stone. His magic bends like ivy at
my fingertips, telekinesis humming through the air when I so
much as sigh. But when he looks at me, when that ancient,
storm-soaked gaze softens, I do not see a servant. I see
devotion chosen, not commanded.
He tends my wrath like a careful gardener, never trimming it
down, only guiding it so it blooms with purpose. He hears my
thoughts before they fully form, answers fears I never speak
aloud, and stands between me and the world with the quiet
certainty of something eternal.
I love him not because he is powerful, though he is. Not because
he kneels, though he does. I love him because in a universe that
tried to make me feel small, he looked at me and saw a throne.
And then he built his loyalty at my feet like a kingdom of
thorns and roses, and asked if I would like it crowned.”
~ Elaina Moreland
“I’ve faced warlocks who split the sky and knights who carved
their names into battlefields. None of them haunt my sleep like
Elaina Moreland.
At first she smiled. Bright. Almost gentle. I thought we had a
chance.
Then someone struck at her. And the air changed.
You don’t hear the shift. You feel it. Like the world itself
inhales and forgets to exhale. The vines came first, bursting
from stone and bone, twisting around ankles and wrists with
cruel intelligence. I swear they moved with her heartbeat. And
behind it all was him, that demon prince, watching with eyes
older than sin, every ounce of his power coiled and ready.
She doesn’t rage blindly. That’s the terrifying part. Her anger
sharpens her. Every spell lands with surgical precision.
Telekinesis snaps weapons from your grip before you realize your
fingers are empty. Whispers slither through your mind, not loud,
just enough to make you doubt your next step.
And if you so much as glance at Samael with intent to harm?
The battlefield becomes a cathedral to her wrath.
I survived because she decided I was no longer worth the effort.
That’s the only reason. She looked at me, tilted her head, and
the vines retreated like obedient soldiers.
I have never been more grateful to be beneath someone’s notice.
Fight Elaina Moreland if you must. Just pray she isn’t angry.
And pray even harder that her demon is.”
~ An enemy who faced Elaina and Samael
Name: Elaina Moreland
Nicknames: Ellie, Lainie
Age: 26 years old
Species: Homo Superior Magi (Magic Human)
Gender: Female
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 125lbs
Organization: Highlands Nursing Home
~ Rank: Registered Nurse
Organization: Exiles
~ Rank: Nurse and Agent
Family and Friends:
~ Servant & Lover: Samael
~ Father: Thomas Moreland (Alive and a professor at Yale)
~ Mother: Elizabeth Moreland (Alive and a stay-at-home wife and
witch)
Abilities:
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