Ellen stirred from her slumber, the soft morning light filtering through her curtains and casting a gentle glow across her room. As she blinked away the remnants of sleep, she sat up, her long black and dark pink hair cascading around her shoulders like a waterfall of color. With a slight yawn, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, her pale skin contrasting against the dark fabric of her sheets. Rising to her feet, she moved with a languid grace, the air around her filled with the faint scent of lavender from the night before. She reached for her maid outfit, her shark tail at the back added a swaying gently as she moved. Ellen carefully placed the crisp white cap atop her head, adjusting it so that it sat just right, while a gray crown glimmered subtly in the light, a symbol of her unique style. A matching gray hair clip secured a few rebellious strands of hair, keeping her look polished yet effortlessly chic. Around her neck, she adorned herself with a multi-point necklace that sparkled with every movement, catching the light and drawing attention to her graceful neckline. As she finished dressing, Ellen reached for her sharp dagger, its blade glinting ominously in the morning sun. She strapped it to her wrist. Finally, she slipped into her black and orange heels, the click of the heels against the floor echoing in the quiet room.