silvermist1116 — Roleplayer Guild

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"Being angry ain't worth it."
[  22 |  5'10  | Jewish |  He/Him & She/Her |  140lb ]

[Loving]

 APPEARANCE 

"So pretty women are jealous and men are confused."

Elias is 5'10 without heels, 6'2 with them, his skin tone is beige, his eyes are light brownish-green, and he's thin and skinny like he doesn't eat enough. Most days he wears makeup, whether it's heavy or light depends on his mood. If he's not in rehearsals or it's hot as hell outside, then his hair is down. Haircuts are the devil, so he never cuts it shorter than his shoulder blades and only for split ends. Sometimes he wears floral dresses, cowboy boots, and carries around a large brown purse. Other times he's in plaid shirts, jeans, and timberlands. And there are days he's mixes styles. He has a small violet flower tattoo with a rainbow peace in the center on the inside of his left wrist. He gets his nails and toes done every two weeks. His ears are pierced and his earrings change to match his outfits.

 PSYCHOLOGY 

"Too nice, too sweet, too kind."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ To make peace with his sister's death.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ There's always a silver-lining, even in the worst situations.

SECRETS ⫻ He almost committed suicide once, but couldn't go through with it.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Homosexual

FEARS ⫻ Rejection for who he is.

REPUTATION ⫻ The queer sweetheart that likes to play "dress up".

QUIRKS ⫻ Taps his nails on surfaces or together when he's nervous.

FLAWS ⫻ Naive; Sees the best in everybody, even in the worst people; Holds in his feelings until they explode

 BACKSTORY 

"Horrible, all of it, but it gets better."

Elias was born in Araminta, PA to his parents, Edward and Ellen, and his older sister, Ellie-Ann. The neighborhood he lives in, Garden Heights, is the type of place were everyone knew everyone's name, what they ate for breakfast, and could leave their doors unlocked. When Elias and Ellie-Ann were young she used to dress him up in dresses and makeup and play make believe. She was Queen Eydis and he was Princess Astridr. They played like that for years. Ellen didn't mind. She thought the kids were being kids, but when Edward found out he flipped his lid. Edward was the type of man that would beat his boy for liking the color pink. He never laid his hands on Elias, Ellen wasn't having it, but he did shame him for acting like a "sissy". Elias's outgoing personality shrunk with each insult, until he wilted and hated himself for liking girly things. Ellie-Ann used to fight with Edward about it every time he had something to say. She tried to convince him that Elias wasn't doing anything wrong and to let him like what he liked, but it fell on deaf ears. However, Ellie-Ann didn't care. She supported Elias in what he liked to do. Ellen just wanted healthy kids, so it didn't matter to her either way. No matter the support he received, he shied away from his sister and kept to himself. There were still moments when she was able to convince him to try on a new dress or skirt she received. He felt his happiest in those times, but he hated himself afterwards and shut her out for days afterwards. Ellie-Ann never stopped trying.

When Elias was 13 and Ellie-Ann 18 , she was diagnosed with cancer. The family's health care didn't cover everything; hospital stays and chemotherapy. A few household bills lapsed from out of pocket costs. The family was suffering and on the verge of foreclosure, so Ellie-Ann decided to discontinue her care. She stopped chemotherapy, but kept her medications since that's the only thing the insurance would pay for. Her family had to slowly watch her die. During her suffering, she made peace with her end, decided that holding onto grudges and anger isn't how she wanted to die. So she talked to Edward, forgave him for how he treated Elias, asked him to let him be himself, since life was too short to be miserable. She couldn't move on knowing her little brother was unhappy. Edward softened up, held his tongue more. He didn't outright support Elias, but he didn't belittle and criticize him anymore. But it was too late, the damage was done. Elias stopped his hobby and he couldn't find happiness in being able to do it again when his main supporter was on her death bed. Ellie-Ann tried to brighten his days, even when she was at her lowest, but he couldn't feel anything but grief and despair.

Ellie-Ann died at 19 the summer before Elias started high school. In his grief he packed away anything girly his sister gave him. The clothes were put in boxes, he cut his hair, and tried to be "normal". The house wasn't lively anymore and people kept popping up at their house and stopping him on the street to give their condolences. He was sick of it. He spent the summer laying in bed, sleeping all day, and crying at night. He barely ate no matter how much his mother tried to get him to, he didn't go out, not even to hang out with friends. Then he got the thought to kill himself, then he'd be through with his grief and wouldn't have to feel this way. He unpacked his his sister's favorite dress, it was blue with butterflies, and put it on. The plan was to end it in the bathroom, but when he went to slit his wrist a voice called out to him. It was light and airy, one he didn't recognize. He looked up and there was an oddly shaped thing? It had five points, but it wasn't distinctive enough to have a definitive shape, and it was large enough to block the door. Whatever it was freaked him out and made him drop the blade. 

"Why would you hurt yourself?" He would've answered, but he couldn't get the words out. Then it touched him, lightly caressed his face. It was warm. Not in a physically sense, but emotionally. It made him feel better than he had since his sister's diagnosis. He wanted more of it. 

"You're warm."

"I can stay with you forever if you want me to." What he wouldn't give to have that.

"I want you to." He whispered, then the spirit disappeared into his chest. He named it Elle. 

By the time school rolled around he felt better, but still kept to himself. He didn't need anyone else when he had his friend to keep him company. It encouraged him to get out of his comfort zone and try something new, so he auditioned for a part in the school play called An Evening in the Park. It was the drama teacher's. Mrs. Sloan, original work. He auditioned for the part of David, a peppy young lad new to the city, but his performance fell flat. He didn't know how to act and he didn't connect to the character enough to pretend to be someone he's not. Mrs. Sloan had other ideas. She told him to read for Audrey instead, so he did and he nailed it. Audrey was sad and moody, a little pessimistic, and morbidly sarcastic. When he was done, Mrs. Sloan asked him how he'd feel playing the female lead. Elias didn't know what to say. He only read David's line, because he was the first male name he saw. He didn't expect to play a woman. He wanted to say no, but Elle encouraged him to do it, so he accepted the part. By the time Thanksgiving rolled around it was time for the performance and Elias felt confident, but nervous. No one's ever seen him dressed as girl outside the house, yet he outshone his co-stars in look by miles. After the performance he was congratulated by most everyone that came to see it. 

His parents were proud of him and he was proud of himself, but he still couldn't wear dress and skirts, even around the house. His grief settled in again and he hated it. Not even Elle could make him feel better, but it tried. There was only so much it could do to chance the negative thoughts away. He was free and alive playing Audrey. He wanted to feel that way again, so when the next semester started after the New Year, he joined drama club, nailed the audition for the next female lead, and felt that high he missed. He played the lead for every school play, until he graduated. 

After high school, Elias went to cosmetology school in New York City. In a city where his sister's death didn't follow him around like at home he broke out of his shell. Elias made new friends that encouraged him to be himself, so on a weekend he visited his parents, he packed Ellie-Ann's clothes to take back with him. When he tried on her favorite dress, he didn't feel the weight of sadness like he did before. It felt like he never stopped wearing women's clothing. Elias didn't shy away from feminine clothes anymore and walked around city like he owned it, albeit a little self-conscious that someone could tell he wasn't a girl. He graduated cosmetology school in two years. He adopted the name Astridr as a pseudonym for his makeup work and his actor name in the small theater close to his apartment in the city.  Elias worked as a freelance makeup artist for weddings, proms, etc. He made good money and a name for himself in the two years he worked around the city, but he was homesick and Elle was acting weird. It was irritated recently and he didn't understand why, until he received a call from his parents about weird things happening around town. He was concerned for them, so he moved back to Araminta.

 SKILLS & TALENTS 

"Definitely creative."

[Improv] ⫻ It was an acting exercise in drama club and plays never go the way they're intended, so he's good at thinking fast on his feet. He hates it though.
[Acting] ⫻ He's an actor, but reading lines is different than being good at lying to people. Telling a character's truth is acting. Pretending to be someone you're not is lying.
[Makeup] ⫻ He's a freelance makeup artist. The ins and outs of making up a face is his specialty. Special effects makeup is a different ball game he only knows the bare bones of.
[Hair] ⫻ It was part of his lessons in school, but he doesn't do anyone's hair but his own. He's not the best, but he's decent.

 ABSTRACTION 

"To love and protect is my duty to Elias."

TYPE ⫻ Aberration (Affixed)

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Creative Defense

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Elle is the Apparition that's Affixed to Elias. They made an agreement for Elle to be bound to him. 
	CREATIVE DEFENSE ⫻ When Elle manifest outside of Elias it can change shape according to what Elias needs protection from. It can also grab to deflect and defend. It's not a perfect defense.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Elias can see auras for most emotions, such as, sadness, happiness, love, anger, fear, etc. He can't see apathy or hatred. His sight is up to half a mile and he can only see what he feels in any given moment. Auras manifest in different colors. 

LIMITS ⫻ While inside of Elias, Elle can only sense what Elias senses. This functionally means that the Apparition cannot react to what Elias doesn't see, but while out she can react a bit more independently. It takes a few seconds for the Apparition to manifest as well. The Apparition can be commanded by Elias to an extent, but her primary function will be protecting Elias. She cannot travel more than two meters away from him and the largest she can create a barrier is twenty feet in diameter. The Creative Defense can take a great deal of punishment, able to withstand a barrage of bullets, but Extra-Normal attacks are far more effective against it than conventional. The Apparition accumulates damage in the form of cracks before the whole barrier breaks, but the Apparition can take a ton of damage.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ The Elle's Creative Defense puts a certain type of stress on Elias. Whenever it's struck Elias feels a headache and dizziness for a few seconds before it fades. The stronger the attack, the worst the effect, and it can possibly end in nosebleeds for Elias.

 OTHER 

"What's in a name? Does it make a difference?"

Elias introduces himself as both Elias and Astridr. It doesn't matter to him what someone calls him. Eli or Asta are his nicknames.

Everything happened so fast yesterday morning. He was barely dressed when PSF officers came into his room and dragged him out of the house. He heard commotion downstairs and was afraid to check for fear of his power acting up. This was probably worse. His grandparents yelled at them to let him go, his mother wasn't there, probably gone to work already, and when his grandfather lunged at an officer he saw him get decked in the face with the gun, get shot, get knocked down, get beaten, 80% chance of severe injury, 15% chance of death, and 5% chance he won't be injured at all; a headache came, he yelled out, "Don't!" His grandfather stopped, when he tried again he called out, "Please! You'll die!" They stood there helplessly, Alki was lead away and thrown in the back of a black armored truck, guns aimed his way. He made sure to do as they said and he didn't speak a word. He spent the night on the floor with many other children at a community center. A lot of them cried, some where really young, and Alki didn't sleep. He spent the night avoiding the truth of who turned him in, because he didn't want to believe his father would do that. Why would he? But he was the only to know about him. He hated it.

The next morning they were loaded on a bus off to somewhere. He curled up on himself in his seat against the window and ignored the kid next to him at all costs. He's not sure what triggers his visions yet, but he knows it has to do with people. Avoid people, avoid a headache. They arrived to Du Pont Camp hours later. More like a prison than any camp he's ever seen. More imprisonment. Just what he needed. Lines of children inside and outside, kids thrown into rooms, and thrown back out with colored Xs on their backs. He's glad he didn't have his leather jacket. The paint would ruin it. Like it mattered. The situation's too dire for thoughts like that. Lightning shot out one of the rooms followed by fire and tortured screaming. A yell to run had the hall in chaos. Alki collapsed on his knees, death, death and more death. Fifty percent chance most kids would die via gunfire, 25% getting beaten if caught, 24% they'd all die, and 1% chance they all make it out alive. Bodies and blood stacked up in his mind's eye. Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop! Then the hall quieted down. A man stepped and introduced himself as LTC Anderson, then the kids that caused the problem were beaten.

A PSF officer grabbed him off the floor and shoved him in a room with a man, and instructed to sit on a table with a machine.

"What's your name? Age? Height? Food Allergies?" The man asked one question after another. 

"Alkibiades Alessi. Thirteen." Alki's head hurt too much to keep up passed his age and the man didn't bother to repeat himself. A green X was painted on his back and he was shoved out the door. He was back in line and led passed more buildings, camps, barbed fences and PSF officers. The numbers scared him. Just how many people were here to keep them prisoner? They eventually stopped outside of cabins, separated into groups based on X color, then assigned to a cabin. He was locked inside with nine other boys. To be around people. Just what he needed. He went to the bunk at the far end to the left, took off his shoes, laid down on the bottom bed, and covered his head with the pillow. If he can make it dark enough and block out noise, maybe he can get rid of his headache.

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