Born into privilege, the only daughter of Maximus Bristol and his Free Companion, Elena grew up amidst the pomp and splendour that her father's status as a Warrior afforded her family. Born in Turia, Elena and her family were seated at the right hand of the Ubar, her father's sword having saved the Leader's stronghold on more than one occasion. Celebrated in ballads and in tapestries, Maximum himself was commander of Turia's armed forces and En'Sword to the City. His name was spoken with reverence, his sword forever immortalized in the palace of the Ubar.

Elena's mother, Lavinia, was the Ubar's neice. Awarded to Maximus after the seige of Ramthorn, the pair took their ease in the City and Maximus opted for early retirement. Man and Woman first welcomed two sons into the world, twins, named Gratus and Marcus. It wasn't until ten years later that Maximus and Lavinia welcomed little Elena into their Household. Maximus made a sojourn to the home of the Priest Kings, prostrating himself before that mighty mountain so that the Priest Kings might bless his family and Homestone.

For a while, things were content. Maximus and Lavinia nurtured their family and served as intregal components of the Turian Council. When Kamchak and Tarl Cabot stormed the gates of Turia, however, the idyllic scene was shattered. Slain in the heat of battle, Maximus was released to the City of Dust with the glory of a Warrior's death. Lavinia managed to smuggle her children to a stronghold before being overcome by Kamchak's forces. Little Elena was only four at the time of the raid and will not speak of it, no matter how pressed.

Marcus, Gratus, and Elena were smuggled to Ar. There, amidst the great Halls and colossi, the orphaned family was placed into the care of a distant cousin. High-ranking members of Ar's elite society, their caretakers afforded the pitiful trio every luxury they could dream of in hopes that the pain of their loss might be soothed. Marcus and Gratus soon left their shelter, however, and joined the Warrior's Caste to honour their Father.

Elena grew, raised within the protective embrace of Ar's upper-society. Memories of that awful day often flooded her dreams, turning the most pleasant of outlooks into a nightmare. Withdrawn in some ways, extroverted in others, Elena posed a challenging paradox to her caretakers. They allowed her to be educated at her request, hiring the most renowned tutors to profess ideas of philosphy, mathematics, and social acumen. Elena was an avid reader, and could more often than not be found browsing her guardian's vast library of scrolls and manumissions. Upon her twentieth turning, she was delivered in Companionship to Claudius Ventricus, a proud Warrior of Ar. Sweethearts since their childhood, the two finally embraced the destiny the Priest Kings had laid out for them and devoted themselves entirely to the service of each other. Elena often accompanied her Mate when he went on missions of military importance, lending her level-headed view to a tactic or two. Respected among her Companion's men, she would dress wounds and combat fevers and night-terrors, her soothing touch enough to lull any Warrior into a dreamlike state.

During a visit to Port Kar, Claudius fell victim to an assassin's blade, his sword and scabbard stolen as tokens of victory. Elena was devastated. She immediately fled back to Ar, whereupon she locked herself inside her room and did not leave for two hands. When she emerged, however, it was with a calm demenor. She immediately asked for the stabilization serum to be administered, and thus entered her beauty into immortality. Dissolving her House in Ar, Elena gathered a few faithful slaves and confidants and left the noble City. She did not once turn back to gaze upon it.

She is now a wanderer, finding work where she will, her talent as a seamstress providing her with a distraction from memories best forgotten. Jaded by her losses, she is a creature of solitude, afraid to touch another living soul in fear of losing it moments later. Her trust is hard to earn; she is shrewd in her relationships, and rarely extends herself beyond what she deems "comfortable". Once your trust is earned, however, it is as if she comes alive with vitality. Her warmth suffuces all measurement, her smile as comforting as the rays of Lar-Torvis. She is possessed of a rapier wit and dry humour, her laugh like the release of a thousand tiny bells. She is known to play games, run, and sing when inclined. Renowned for her biting one-liners and mischevious spirit, Elena's is a fire that is slowly rekindling.