|| Let's Start The Game ||
hate that i feel| Meet Me Now |
Items Elliot carries few things apart from his wallet and his phone.Weapon xx
SpellsHeal --
Elliot has gained a rather helpful spell ability, which is to heal any cuts or scrapes he may has. Larger cuts can't be healed as easily, and with these it takes away a lot of his energy. Bones can't be mended if they've been broken, whilst small little chips can be. Unlike most healing abilities, Elliot is unable to use such magic on anyone else apart from himself. This is good for him, but not for ithers he can't help.Dreams are fake ... he has no dreams at the momentCurrent Occupation xxx
Home xxx
Workplace xxx
| See Me, Fear Me |
Appearance First off, Elliot is a tall man standing at 6"3, and is quite slim. He has a strong build, with large muscles; meaning his has extreme stregnth if he wishes to use it. His build is quite intimidating to people, although he covers muscles with cloths. His skin colour is pale, but not too pale. A few scars are on his legs, one scar is placed just below his shoulder blade. It's unknown as to how he got any of these scars.
His hair is amazingly white; almost making his pale skin look even more paler. It's brushed forewards, messily layered yet smart. His hair has a natural wave to it, creating quite a nice look. His eyes are ice blue; creepily sharp in their colour. Eliot looks like quite a cold man with his sharp and cool colours. His face is thin, with a normal nose and lips that are pale pink. His lips often curl up into a strange grin.
Elliot stands up straight, not letting himself slouch over. He has a high personal heigeine, often showering and washing his hair. His face is clear of any hair, as he keeps it looking neat and tidy, along with the rest of his body. Elliot has a creep aura about his looks, either sending shivers down your spine or attracting you to speak to him.| Sending Shivers Down Your Spine |
PersonalityCrafty and highly intelligent: Elliot posseses a high wealth of knowledge. With it he commands his mind as a tool for manipulation, and does it with extreme precision. He easily takes control of people, toying with their emotions like they're some doll, then gains what he wants before throwing them away. Every step Elliot takes is for his own personal goal and he treats people like obstacles that just get in his way. People are treated like pawns with him; he moves them in anyway he wishes and he's more pleased to let them know he's been using them. The only reason he has the chance to get so close to people, to get inside their mind as deep as he does is because of the strange attraction people have to him.
Perhaps its because of the mans mystery which attracts people to get close to him; open him up like a treasure chest, or just for the fact he acts so differently. There is definatly something inside of Elliot that makes people wonder who he truely is. He doesn't let people get too close to him, mostly in the fear they'll use him just like he uses them. Because of this strange fear he has learned to close himself up, not letting people get inside his head like he can get inside of theirs.
Truely, Elliot is a cruel and creepy man. He enjoys watching people cry, especially if he is the one who has done this. He'll argue all day and night if he could. He actually enjoys a good argument and especially if the person has a sharp, silver tongue like his own. Elliot has a strange habit of calling people nicknames in other languages he can speak in. He is fluet in German and French, along with his native language, English. He can speak some Spanish and Italian, and choses to name people in French. His nicknames are simple things like 'Rouge' (Red) or something similar like that.
Elliot is truely insane, which can be seen with the way he talks. Even though he has his mental problems, if you ever get to be called 'friend' by him he'll protect you. Forever. The only person he'll protect with his own life is his sister, Citrine. If anyone touches a hair on his sisters head he will show no mercy to them, or even to anyone else he has grown remotly attached to. Sometimes, with friends, little glimpes of his normal personality can be seen. Because, let's all remember; Elliot wasn't crazy like his is now. He was once a normal person, like you and me.
Maybe you should try talking to him now? No? Oh come on, he's sweet, really. Smile For Once
X__. M.U.S.I.C -
Dark, depresing, maybe even classical. Music is a must for Elliot; he enjoys how it takes his mind far away, almost letting him forget the world. A deep wish of his is to die with music in his ears.
X__. G.A.M.E.S -
Hey, he's evil. It's not video games he's into; it's mind games and those simple games of Chess. He loves the idea of being able to control things so easily, and treats life as a little game he's in charge of.
X__. I.S.O.L.A.T.I.O.N -
After all those games, it's best to go home and be alone. People are just a nusense anyway. It's best for them to be out of his way.
X__. R.E.A.D.I.N.G -
Knowledge is the key to power. Reading provides him with power and is a calming pass time. He'll be found in the corner of the room, reading quietly, or maybe in the corner of the libary. Everything In The World
X__. W.A.T.E.R -
It's a horrible pain. It's good to be clean, yes, but he hates getting wet from the rain or from swimming pools. He can't stand swimming! He can't stand getting wet unless he has to! Not even snow is good.
X__. P.E.O.P.L.E -
Stupid humans: the most annoying things in the entire world. He treats them as dolls, uses them for whatever his weird and wonderful goal might be. The only human he enjoys the company of is Citrine. Anyone else will just be used and hated.
X__. B.U.G.S -
Pretty self explanitory.
X__. A.L.C.H.O.L -
Only those weak people drink alchol to the extent they cannot think properly, or so Elliot believes. He thinks its a horrible substance for those who cannot deal with the real world, which is why they drink. Maybe it's because of Damion too, but he hates alchol. Even the taste makes Elliot sick.
X__. K.I.N.D W.O.R.D.S -
Make him sick to the bone. There's no point of them. They just lie, pretend everything is okay. No one needs a kind word - more like they need a kind gesture. Like the word 'sorry' just sends Elliot mad - what is the point of a simple word? Why don't people use actions to show an apology or something kind?Shine Through
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I know it, he knows it - but you won't know it. That's just how clever Elliot is - he'll manipulate you and you won't even know. But the rude thing is he won't even thank you for your help. Oh well, maybe next time, yeah?
+__. S.P.E.A.C.H -
Elliot is fluent in English (his native language), French and German. He speaks some Spanish and Itallian. He uses languages to give people simple nicknames, which often confuses them even more.No Way
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He has the thing where people can be attracted to him, he has the chance to create strong bonds with people yet the madman can't. He won't give even a first thought of making proper friends with someone, unless they push themself into his life. Which, let's face it, they usually don't have enough time until he drops them and makes them hate him.
-__. S.W.I.M.M.I.N.G -
Whats the point of learning when you hate such a sport?Fearsx__. C.I.T.R.I.N.E.S D.E.A.T.H -
His darling Citrine is the only person he truely cares about. If she were to die ... all hope would be lost for him. He refuses to let himself think his sister will die.
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Even though he's confident, he has a slight fear of loosing the game: the life game.| Old Roots |
FamilyBlood means nothing; why must I love you all?Citrine FrostMy darling sister; the only woman in the world who ever sheds light for me. Still in school, Citrine is merely eleven years old and the kindest soul in the world. Happy constantly, always smiling, sometimes it makes me wonder if we're truely related. She has wonderful red hair, bright red hair too. It's fake though; she dyed it that colour. Naturally, she's a brunette. Maybe she's the only person I'll miss while I travel - maybe not.Damion FrostMy twin - yes, that's right: twin. We're completely oposite though. Damion acts young and reckless, truely isn't as clever as myself or even Citrine. He falls into my traps easily, which makes him good to use for any crazy plans I have. He's darker then me; black hair, dark skin, green eyes. Shocking really. Oh well, I never really liked this guy much anyway.FatherCovered in bruises, cuts and blood. He's red now. Maybe drowning, unable to breathe. I refuse to think of him: it might make you hate moi.History
Two children were born in the season of Autumn. Both cute, wonderful and counted as miracles from God. But, on the day of the happiness was also the day of death. Their mother passed away, leaving the twins in the care of their father. He named the dark child Damion, and the white headed child Elliot. Both were oposite in looks, yet they were similar in personality.
Growing up, Elliot was a normal boy. In his young years he would play with Damion; sports like footbal, baseball and basketball. Elliot actually laughed and smiled; he was a happy child. Their father gained another wife when they were eight years old, which Elliot wasn't too keen on. He knew what had happened to his mother, and his father began to push this strange woman onto him, telling him to call her mother. This was the start of Elliot hating his father.
In the year that passed Elliot and Damion began to split up. Damion carried on with sports, whilst Elliot got involved with studying and languages. He began to get tutored to learn Frecnh, picking up on the foreign language quite spectaculary.
When the twins turned nine, a third addition was added to the family: Citrine Frost. Elliot hated the fact this strange baby got to carry his second name. But, he never held a grudge. He grew attatched to young Citrine, helping to look after her and playing with her as often as he could.
When Elliot was eleven, Citrine's mother aparantly 'passed away during the night'. It was a lie: a pure lie. The children's father had slipped poision into her drink, killing her. The aurthorities tried to send him down, yet being part of a wealthy family, he paid to have the charges dropped. Elliot hated his father for not accepting what he had done to Citrine's mother, and hated seeing Citrine in such a state. From then and on, their father drank and drank, often giving verbal abuse to his children.
One day, Elliot snapped. He couldn't stand seeing his father be so cruel to Citrine as he had been, and stood up to him. He argued with him, threatened him yet it never ended in a good way. Their father beat up Elliot, to the point he knocked him out. The next day, Elliot, Damion and Citrine moved out to live with their Aunt and Uncle. This was the start of Elliot being overly-protective of Citrine.
By the time Elliot was fifteen, he had completely changed. Over time he was slowly becoming more and more manipulative; it started with people that were being nasty to Citrine, but then he just changed. He became cruel to anyone who wasn't Citrine, becoming more and more obsessed with making people suffer. No one could understand why Elliot had changed so dramatically. Damion refused to speak to him, especially as he had his own problems. He had gotten addicted to drugs and was part of the wrong crowd.
Elliot continued studying at school until he was eighteen. He was a clever person, and had started to study at University to become a Psychologist (surprisingly). But, when he turned twenty years old something happened he refused to tell anyone. He left in the night, only telling Citrine what he had done and why he had to leave. Some people believed it had something to do with his father.When the Devil is too busy
And Death's a bit too much
They call me by name you see,
For my special touch.
To the Gentlemen I'm Miss Fortune
To the Ladies I'm Sir Prize
But call me by any name
Any way it's all the same
I'm the fly in your soup
I'm the pebble in your shoe
I'm the pea beneath your bed
I'm a bump on every head
I'm the peel on which you slip
I'm a pin in every hip
I'm the thorn in your side
Makes you wriggle and ride
And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need
While there's children to make sad
While there's candy to be had
While there's pockets left to pick
While there's grannies left to trip down the stairs
I'll be there, I'll be waiting 'round the corner
It's a game. I'm glad I'm in it.
'Cause there's one born every minute
And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need
I pledge my allegiance, to all things dark
And I promise on my damned soul
To do as I am told, Lord Beelzebub
Has never seen a soldier quite like me
Not only does his job, but does it happily.
I'm the fear that keeps you awake
I'm the shadows on the wall
I'm the monsters they become
I'm the nightmare in your skull
I'm a dagger in your back
An extra turn on the rack
I'm the quivering of your heart
A stabbing pain, a sudden start.
It gets so lonely being evil
What I'd do to see a smile
Even for a little while
And no one loves you when you're evil
I'm lying through my teeth!
Your tears are all the company I need
