[ Eleven doesn't appear quite out of thin air like Castiel. But she's quiet and unassuming. A teenage girl, no older than 15 (14, to be precise). Tall for her age, and still growing into her own limbs. She has a face still soft and childlike, with large brown eyes that look younger and older than she has any right to be. It's chilly, so Eleven wears her coat with rabbits on the pockets, the hood drawn up to hide that underneath, her hair is cropped short, like a buzzcut.
There are distinct, vertical scars on her neck, like claw marks.
She thinks about her words for a moment, and the way she says them is just a little stilted, just a little slow. ]
Arrival
[ Eleven doesn't appear quite out of thin air like Castiel. But she's quiet and unassuming. A teenage girl, no older than 15 (14, to be precise). Tall for her age, and still growing into her own limbs. She has a face still soft and childlike, with large brown eyes that look younger and older than she has any right to be. It's chilly, so Eleven wears her coat with rabbits on the pockets, the hood drawn up to hide that underneath, her hair is cropped short, like a buzzcut.
There are distinct, vertical scars on her neck, like claw marks.
She thinks about her words for a moment, and the way she says them is just a little stilted, just a little slow. ]
You can hear... bells. At the church.