Name: Elijah “Eli” Cassidy Age: 23 Place of Birth: Massachusetts Gender: Male Species: Human Language: English ---
Physical Description
Height: 5’6’’
Stature: Years of either kneeling or sitting haven’t done much for Eli’s body. He’s stick-thin and has just bones, some meat, and skin.
Hair: He’s got dark-chocolate brown hair. He usually keeps it at a short cut but Eli has been letting his curls grow out a bit.
Eyes: Cloudy-blue.
Skin tone: Pale as a ghost. As a child, Eli preferred to stay inside and pray. He’s got a smooth and unblemished complexion. Who knows what the sun will do to him.
Features: Eli has an oval face with defined cheekbones, a slightly pointed chin, and a sturdy jaw line. His lips are full and with a cupids bow. His eyes are in a rounded almond shape that are emphasized by his double eye-lids. His slightly bushy eyebrows are forever scrunched up. Attire: Black clerical shirt, black pants, black robe, black everything. When not preaching, he’ll wear some dark brown overalls and white dress shirt. ---
Personality: Eli is your typical staunch believer who wants to spread the word to everyone. He’s rather calm and subdued in his actions, preferring to fade in the background. While he may seem meek, do not cross over Eli’s no-no line. While it may seem like he’s patient and thick-headed, he really isn’t. In fact, he can be quite a stubborn bull when he truly believes in something. Other than that, he’s polite and always keeps his promises. He chooses to live with a smile on his face and without fear clouding his judgement.
Skills/Talents: If there’s one thing special about Eli, it’s his way with words. He’s got a convincing voice and paired along with his passion, he can easily persuade a crowd.
Dislikes: Eli can’t say that he dislikes anything. He’s pretty tolerant and straight as an arrow. However, he does have trouble dealing with sarcastic grumps.
Ambitions: To help people accept Christ. Eli wishes to take the most run-down soul and teach him the word so that he or she can go to heaven.
Philosophy of Life: Live life to the fullest. Though, you can say that Eli doesn't really follow his philosophy. The only thing he lives for is the Bible.
Religions/Beliefs: God has always been a part of his life. After all, he was saved by a priest, who took him in and raised him to become a priest. He’s forever grateful to his adopted father and wishes to follow his footsteps.
Children: Virgin.
Sexuality and History: Virgin. He’s very thick-headed when it comes with relationships. You have to be super direct in order for Eli to even realize someone is interested in him. He’s easily embarrassed when someone talks to him about sexual matters and prefers not to involve himself in such…indecencies if you will.
Addictions: It’s not really an addiction, but more of a bad-habit Eli can’t rid himself of. Whenever he gets stressed, he will kneel right there and then and just pray for hours.
Family: Eli does not know his parents. He lived off the streets for a while until he turned five when he was adopted by a priest. Back then, Eli was feral. He would bite, scratch, and hiss at the priest; he couldn’t even speak English. His bad behavior would continue well into his adolescence until he came across an old-worn bible. Soon enough, the elderly priest was reading the tale of Jonah or Ruth to him at bed time. Little Eli longed to be able to read the Bible himself, so he dedicated all of his time to studying and praying. With patience and tender love, Eli grew up to become a respectable priest like his adopted father. After being ordained to priesthood, the diocese relocated him to Kansas.
What are some of your hobbies and interests? There is only one thing in this world that will make my lazy butt move. Momma's blueberry pie. M-mm-mmm! Her pie will make you cry tears of joy. Other than that, I love running so I'm so gonna join track and field this year. I'm an outdoors kind of gal - kayaking, hiking, gardening, you name it. Oh, I also love singing but I kind of suck at it...but who cares! I'll sing whenever I wanna and nuthing's gonna stop me.
How would you describe your personality? I think I'm friendly and outgoing but my momma tells me that I'm like a tornado. You know, the whirly thingies in the mid-west. Well, she says that I "talk and eat too darn much for a little kid." Okay. One; I'm not a little kid so if I hear anyone calling me a nublet or a freshmeat, I'll beat you up. Two; I've got mad skills. I'm also pretty enthusiastic, it doesn't take much to get me revved up.
But even though momma says I'm a tornado, some-days I don't feel like being a whirling bundle of energy. I guess I get lonely. Sometimes. Nothing wrong with that!
What has your life been like so far? Life with momma is squeaky fine. Father is gone but I don't really care about him. I was actually born in Virginia, the northern part of it with all that good education and stuff. Well, long story short, I beat up some kids. Don't look at me like that! They started it first and I definitely showed them who was boss. Anyways, some more confidential stuff happened and then momma and Father said they were done. I guess I should have been a bit more nice. Anyways, we moved to Maine when I was 13.
Maine is awesome. Have you seen the lakes? How about the mountains? Oh man. Okay, there's this really awesome spot in the forest near where I live and if you get there just before sunrise...Ahhh, It's amazing.. But I'm not taking anyone with me! Not even momma.
What will you pick as your screen name (and alias if asked)? I_Am_Pi
What are your thoughts on the project? Excited! First year in high school so I'm nervous. Just a little bit.
Anything else you'd like to add? ...You got some pie I can eat? Kinda hungry y'know, answering all these questions.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand myself sometimes. Sorry."
Name: Chase Byrnes Age: 17 Year in school: 12th grade
Appearance: Chase stands at around 5'8''. He's got a sturdy build and regularly works out. He has light brown hair, dark blue eyes, and a rather charming, sorrowful smile.
Ability: Chase has the ability to bring inanimate objects to life. The animated objects stay 'alive' as long until Chase wants it to. However, larger objects uses more mental strength, or will and don't usually last long while smaller objects do. The animated object's personality varies depending on Chase's wishes. If he longs for companionship while animating something, that something will do everything to comfort its maker.
Biography: Chase would wake up in the morning feeling rather mellow when he was younger. He would go to school and then come home only to curl up under his covers and sleep. He had loving parents, a good life, a good child-hood, good grades, good everything. Yet the world to him was a canvas of monochrome colors. Maybe those feelings occurred ever since Miranda Salders cheated on him with Richard Norton in eighth grade or maybe it was because he had no real friends since his parents moved every year due to their professions. He was aware that something was wrong with him, but at the same time, there wasn't anything wrong. It was as if everything was moving around him, but he was at a standstill.
What really drew him out of his shell was art. It started with a simple bird sketching in his history notebook...and then his obsession with art exploded. Chase would draw everything anywhere. He would even go as far as to graffiti over graffiti. He first came across his powers when he was sculpting a clay cat. The thoughts of; "Wow, I wished I had a cat like this" crossed his mind and viola, furry cat came to life. He was surprised at first, but curiosity got the best of him and soon enough, Chase was making a miniature army of animals in his closet.
His talent for sculpting eventually caught the Northwood Academy's eye. Eager to expand his knowledge on the world and to run away from his lonely home, he accepted.
Personality: He's your typical quiet nice guy. Chase is calm and subdued in his interactions. He prefers to fade into the background and offers advice and counsel rather then taking charge directly. He is polite and restrained when interacting with people, often outwardly friendly when needed. He also doesn't know how to refuse someone even if the request makes him uncomfortable. He apologizes for everything he does, even if he didn't do anything wrong in the first place. He can be quite thick-headed at times when it comes down to personal relationships.
Chase Byrnes
His long fingers dug into the clay, the cool moist feeling tickling him. Eyes fluttering closed, Chase Byrnes let himself sink in an ocean of tranquility. He was in the basement where he had set up several tables, pottery wheels, and a variety of other art tools a few months prior. He spent most of his days cooped in there, completely dedicated to each and every one of his creations. However, the summer days were slowly ticking away, and it would just be a few more days until he'd have to leave his haven.
Banishing the thoughts of school for now, Chase broke off a lump of clay, taking the small portion in his hands before creating the general shape of a bird. With the bird safety on his left palm, he reached over to pluck a carving tool from the table in front of him.
Pretty little robin, with your delicate wings and beak... He deftly began to etch details onto the soft surface. In a few minutes, he set the tool back down, careful examining the half-finished product. Although it was clay, it held an aura of life as if it was begging to fly free. His lips pulled up into a rare smile, a facial expression reserved exclusively for his art.
"You're sculptures are as lovely as always," a voice suddenly rang out. Chase looked up, the bright smile fast disappearing into a more held-back one. It was the house-keeper, Ms.Tiller. The elderly woman had been employed ever since Chase was a little child. She was like a mother to him.
"Sorry, I just like art," he answered, setting down the bird onto the table.
The woman smiled, the wrinkles around her eyes creasing. "You didn't need to apologize," she lightly scolded, taking a seat near Chase.
"Sorr -"
"Hush, child."
He bit back his apology. Laughter escaped the woman's lips as she took Chase's clay muddied hands, patting them gently. "You don't ever have to apologize to me." Chase licked his lips, the word 'sorry' threatening to escape if he dared to open his mouth. Ms. Tiller continued to talk, her wise hazel eyes boring into dark blues. "...I should be the one to apologize to you. I tried to tell them...Your parents, they should be around more often for you but oh Chase, you know they're very busy people."
"I know," Chase said after a heavy second. "I know," he quickly murmured again, his eyes darting to the floor. Ms. Tiller sighed and the deafening silence stretched out its long limbs.
"Chase, smile more," she finally said. "Your smile is beautiful and I don't mean the one you use in front of people like me. I'm talkin' about the one you have whenever you're arting."
He glanced back at her, a more tinier but genuine smile on his face now. "Okay."
He stepped out of the car, saying a mournful goodbye to his housekeeper before heading up the stairs where the Headmistress was. He respectfully greeted her before heading off to the gym where the welcoming ceremony would commence. It would be his last one, and Chase honestly didn't feel a tiny shred of sadness about the thought. There were a few more rules this year, possibly to prevent anymore...accidents. It definitely had to do with Coleman's death last year.
Chase didn't mind the curfew that much. He would have liked to stay up a little later, maybe until 11 PM to stay cooped up inside the art room. He would just have to make do by hunkering down in the closet with a flashlight. Several of the upperclassmen voiced their disgruntled opinions before quieting down. After the announcements were over, Chase joined the crowd to receive their pack.
0 - Home Economics 1 - Science 4 2 - English 4 3 - French 4 4 - PoliSci 5 - Maths 4 6 - Free Period 7 - Studio & Design 8 - 3D Design & Sculpture 9 - Art club
Room Assignment – Floor 2, Room 4. James Drummond. The name was familiar but Chase couldn't recall his roommate's face nor the class or place where Chase had encountered him. Hopefully this James would be pleasant enough to talk to. The voice of Ms. Tiller floated in his mind; "Try making some friends this year, please?" Double-checking his schedule one last time, he turned around and started to walk down the hallway to where his room was located.