Elizabeth Manning had been born to her two lawyer parents, an only child she was spoilt as well as expected to be the perfect child. She dissapointed them. She wasn't the nerd they had expected, who loved school, studied and wanted to be a lawyer, far from it. Geekdom called to her early on, Pokemon, dungeons and dragons, role play... Oh the possibilities were endless! She read books, but they were novels not text books, escaping to far away lands instead of defending the innocent. When she took ancient history, computer studies and coding instead of the subjects that would get her into law school her parents fumed. That was until she moved interstate to go to college to be a computer technician.. They still spoke to her, but it was never without the "Oh, sweetheart, can't you afford a better car?"

Having mostly male friends her name got shortened to Eli, it just kind of stuck. Though pronounced Ellie, on paper most assume she is a man called Eli until she shows up. She was used to the sexist remarks by now, she was used to some men tumbling over words around her while others treated her as less than dirt. But she was her own, unique person, not bowing to pressure, she wore quirky fun clothes, kept her firey red hair, her glasses, she had a horrible laugh (to her) she never looked good in photos and she was a clutz... But she knew that was her.

Outwardly, she looked like the sweet girl, the girl who would blush at a racey comment, or innuendo would fly over her head. She always had a sweet smile, often humming a tune to herself, walking with a bounce in her step. It took a lot for Eli to lose her smile, even more for her to get mad. Under the loose tops, not baggy, just not skin tight, sat a pair of E cup breasts that she often hid in minimiser bras, finding that they drew the fuck and leave kind of man, and she needed more than that. She was petite, only 5'5, she didn't wear heels to make herself taller, or even care about it. She was more curvy than toned, skin pale as porcelain, eyes that shine brightly.

What most people didn't know was that under the sickly sweet exterior were fantasies, desires that had yet to be fulfilled. Bondage, domination, public sex.... She just hadn't found a man she trusted enough, a man to share her dark desires with.