Elliot, Amantius; FIGHTER - Speechless

[Elliot Amantius]

Name: Elliot Amantius
Age: 17
DoB: May 5th
Gender: Male
Grade: Twelve.

Hair: Elliot keeps his hair cropped close at the back of his head, and due to his tendency of running his fingers along the wide, bright strip of blue dyed there the hair is often spiked up at odd angles. The hair growing at the top and sides of his head is a little longer though too long and fine to spike up properly. Aside from the strip of blue, Elliot's hair is a deep, reddish auburn.

Ears: Elliot has lost his cat ears and tail.

Eye Color: Clear green, like glass.

Skin Tone: Elliot is pale and does not tan easily, though the freckles across his shoulders and along his arms attest to at least a few attempts.

Height: Six feet even.

Weight: Elliot weighs in at nearly two hundred pounds.

Description:

Elliot is tall and lean in the manner of a young man just coming into his full growth. He still has something of the look of gangly youth about him in the thinness of his wrist and long, narrow hands. A lifetime of activity has left him hard with muscle and bone, though recent concern for his grades has left him inactive and lent a rather soft-edged definition to his shape.

For the most part, he dresses in worn out, broken-in clothing that he's invested years into working into just the right shape. This tends to give him a rather shabby air that strikes an interesting contrast with his usual quiet, smiling attitude.

Likes:

• Sweets. There is very little he won't do for something sweet.
  
• Girls. Most of Elliot's friends have always been girls and he likes the soft way they fit against him and particularly enjoys making them smile.
  
• Boys. He likes them in a very different way, which often confuses him.
  
• Listening. Despite his habitual silence, Elliot loves to listen to others talk. He would much rather listen to someone else speak than do so himself.
  
• Reading.
  
• Sports. Elliot isn't particularly competitive, but he enjoys pushing himself in sports and the camaraderie of team sports.
  
  

Dislikes:

• Being the center of attention. Though this is more of a deep-rooted fear than a dislike.
  
• Repeating himself.
  
• Very loud people.
  

Personality: For the most part, Elliot appears to be an extremely mellow person. Around others, he is often smiling and eager to please, if quiet. On his own or with people he knows well, he is more relaxed and tends to let himself have more fun.

In public settings like a classroom, he will often remain completely silent unless spoken to as he fancies himself very awkward in social situations and isn't terribly keen on embarrassing himself.


History: Elliot's life before the Academy was extraordinarily normal. His parents raised him to the best of their ability, just like they'd raised his sister before him and his younger brother after. He excelled in his classes and eked a few modest successes out in a few different sports.

As his family was hardly rich, a lot of influence was placed on good grades. When Elliot's began to slip in the middle of high school, he dutifully dropped all extracurricular activities and threw himself into raising them back to their previous levels in the hopes of gaining scholarships to attend a decent college. His grades rose, and tentatively, the letters began to trickle in, and Elliot still had no idea what it was he was working so hard toward, only that it wasn't right.

When the offer from the Academy came, Elliot took the chance to get away from the influence of his parents and sort out what exactly it was he wanted for himself.

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OOC Name: Lee
Years of RPing Experience: Oh lord... Six..? Seven. I've always been RPing in some form or another.

Other Characters: None.

Roleplaying Example:

There was something about that particular shade of grey that had always seemed like calm to him. It was neither too dark nor too light, and while it didn't necessarily draw the eye, somehow Caothair always found his eyes drawn back to the mists rolling across the painted green hills.

To see them rent now seemed like the worst sort of blasphemy, and maybe it was that that had forced him to this terrible anger. Not even the frame had been spared the vicious bite of a blade and it hung in splinters with the shredded canvas a tattered mass in its middle. The rest of his room lay untouched, even the delicate crystal vials lining the shelf above the wide, dark shadow of his desk. Their milky contents shifted lazily in the shafts of moonlight that entered the dusky room through the narrow window, silvering the mussed sheets of the massive bed set in the center of the room.

It played across the back of his pale hand as he reached out to drag his fingertips ever so gently along the taut line of the woman's upturned jaw. Her eyes were wide and bright, swimming with tears and wordless pleas that meant little to him at present. The pressure of his nails left stripes of white against her swarthy skin. "Tell me again what you saw," he murmured, training a deceptively drowsy gaze on her swollen lips.

"A man, my lord," she gasped hastily, eager to please with the promise of pain on the table," he was leaving when I came so I couldn't see his face, I swear it!"

There was little purpose in ruining her, she was telling the truth and if he was right then the man who had done this would be well out of reach if he tarried any longer. She gasped, a broken little sound of relief, as he dropped her chin and waved her away with a sharp motion of one hand. She obeyed with a speed he'd rarely seen in her before, stumbling hastily to her feet to gather her skirts in one hand and break into a hasty trot for the door to stay ahead of his long strides.

The door swung shut with a heavy click on Caothair's heels without the urging of any hand as he turned to make for the end of the dark, narrow hall, schemes already wheeling through his thoughts.

[Avery Newfeld]

ACCEPTED!

Welcome to The Academy.
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