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I Remain: Desolation (A Zombie apocalypse RP without the zombies!)

Belen Cartwright

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"Can't kill without a skinny heel."

[ 23 | 5'6 | Black & Mexican | She/Her | 120lb

Bitchy

APPEARANCE

"She's that pretty, skinny, rich bitch."

Tawny skin tone, spine shows skinny, 5'6 without heels and 6'0 in heels. Her hair is dark brown, in a pixie cut, and curly if she doesn't flatten it. Her eyes are dark brown. Her ears are pierced. She's into flashy over the top fashion when she parties, colorful girly fashion for her every day wear, and Korean over sized fashion when she doesn't feel like dressing up. All her clothes has a luxury brand logo on them somewhere and she never wears last season's outfits. Her accessories are diamonds, diamonds, and more diamonds. If she's not more blinding than the sun, then she's not doing it right. Her nails and toes are a different color every week. She gets her nails done as sharp as she can, unless she has a girlfriend. She has freckles across her cheeks and nose.

PSYCHOLOGY

"Definitely the worst and doesn't care."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ To marry a rich man or woman with legal financial earnings. Her father's money is dirty and she knows she won't make it in jail, so she needs wealth that won't get her arrested.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Cash is king.

SECRETS ⫻ She's the secret love child of a Mexican drug lord.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Bisexual, but is looking for a spouse with fat pockets. Will marry for the promise of a limitless credit card and freedom to do what she wants when she wants.

FEARS ⫻ Being cut off from her father's bank account once he dies and her older brother takes over.

QUIRKS ⫻ Clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes when she's annoyed.

FLAWS ⫻ Selfish, manipulative, privileged, and petty.

BACKSTORY

"Never been without a dime."

Belen is the daughter of plastic surgeon Dr. Violeta Cartwright and drug lord Emiliano Huerta. Violeta was vacationing in Mexico for two weeks the summer of her last year in med school when she met Emiliano. They had an affair, Violeta well aware that Emiliano had a wife and ten year old son, Nataniel. Violeta went back pregnant and with Emiliano's phone number to his business cell phone, so his wife wouldn't find out. Once she told him about her pregnancy he wired money into an offshore account she had access to, because family was the most important thing to him and he wasn't going to be a deadbeat to his little girl, despite rarely getting to see her. Violeta used the money for medical bills, expenses, and to move out of her studio apartment and into a mansion in San Diego, CA. His paid bodyguards to watch over his family, hired nannies to take care of Belen while Violeta finished her residency and started her career. They were the ones that taught her spanish and spoiled her, but Violeta wasn't having it. She tried to instill the value of money and hard work into her daughter, but Belen was too headstrong for her own good and didn't know how to listen. Instead, she charmed her way into getting what she wanted with a sweet smile and empty promises.

Belen had two rooms for her playroom full of every toy she ever wanted. When she became a teenager the rooms became her closet. One for the latest clothing and the second for last season's shit she hasn't given away yet. For her sixteenth birthday she got a Lamborghini, crashed it at a party a month later and got a new one. Most of her friends are the fakest bitches you ever did see. Many were patrons to her mother's clinic. They were all insecure, ugly scrubs that needed to fix their looks, because they couldn't compare to her. Her real friends were her bodyguards Gregorio and Cruz. They followed her everywhere and tried their best to advice her on bad decisions. Sometimes she listened, sometimes she didn't. The boys and girls she "dated" were the leather jacket, motorcycle, sob story, fix me types that she lavished with gifts, fucked, and "loved", until she got annoyed with them and sent them back to the hard-knock gutter they crawled out of. She graduated from a catholic school with mostly elite children that were just as bad as her, but not better because no one's better than Belen. She never bothered with college cause that's for people that don't know how to marry rich and need jobs to sustain them.

Boys and girls filled the empty whole in her heart where her father should've been. She had all the shit and comfort of wealth, but not the love she needed. Her mother, nannies, bodyguards, and occasionally her brother weren't enough. To her it wasn't fair that Nataniel got to have both parents while she got secret skype calls whenever her step-mother was on vacation. Bullshit. Nataniel and her got along-ish. He lived with them for the five years he was in college abroad. He long accepted his father was a cheating asshole and didn't take it out on his extended family. Belen, on the other hand, was a brat to him at every turn, because she recent the relationship he has with their father. The older she got the more she eased up and realized he had as much control over their father's actions as she did. She's worried that as soon as their father kicks the bucket, he's in his fifties and three years in remission from prostate cancer. It could come back any moment and if he dies that's it for her, unless her brother keeps her on the books. So she's on the hunt for some rich fuck that's tolerable and will her spend money like it comes from a fountain.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"No basic bitches allowed."

MANIPULATIVE ⫻ Belen's more than just a pretty face. To get what she wants she learned that people will do anything for anyone with her looks, even if they know she's toying with them. Not her fault people are willing to take the poison.

HAND GUN TRAINING ⫻ Her father has a lot of enemies. She's his best kept secret, but that doesn't mean he doesn't pay for her to have protection. That includes learning to shoot hand guns, because you can never be sure how competent hired guards truly are.

ATTENTION TO DETAIL ⫻ She has to notice the little things to pick at people insecurities or their desires when she manipulates them. And she can't walk outside without looking her best and being stylish and matching takes practiced detail.

YOGA ⫻ Does yoga advanced yoga to stay in shape.

EQUIPMENT & GEAR

"Not the bitch to fuck with."

GOLD RUGER .380 LCP ⫻ Tiny and easy to hide in her purse. Has one magazine with 6 rounds and an extra just encase.

LOUIS VUITTON ALL-IN MM ⫻ Large and spacious for three pairs of clothes, protein snacks, and her hand gun with an extra magazine in the inside pocket.

BODY GUARDS ⫻ Her father has two bodyguards following her everywhere for protection. Gregorio and Cruz are ex-military and while they were only in it for the money, they've been with Belen for nearly twenty years. They're loyalty is with her and they'd do anything to protect her.

OTHER

"Me quiero."

Bumps Boss Bitch and Diamonds in the car.

I Remain: Desolation (A Zombie apocalypse RP without the zombies!)

@Ghost Note Thank you for the feedback. I fixed it.

I Remain: Desolation (A Zombie apocalypse RP without the zombies!)

Belen Cartwright

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"Can't kill without a skinny heel."

[ 23 | 5'6 | Black & Mexican | She/Her | 120lb

Bitchy

APPEARANCE

"She's that pretty, skinny, rich bitch."

Tawny skin tone, spine shows skinny, 5'6 without heels and 6'0 in heels. Her hair is dark brown, in a pixie cut, and curly if she doesn't flatten it. Her eyes are dark brown. Her ears are pierced. She's into flashy over the top fashion when she parties, colorful girly fashion for her every day wear, and Korean over sized fashion when she doesn't feel like dressing up. All her clothes has a luxury brand logo on them somewhere and she never wears last season's outfits. Her accessories are diamonds, diamonds, and more diamonds. If she's not more blinding than the sun, then she's not doing it right. Her nails and toes are a different color every week. She gets her nails done as sharp as she can, unless she has a girlfriend. She has freckles across her cheeks and nose.

PSYCHOLOGY

"Definitely the worst and doesn't care."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ To marry a rich man or woman with legal financial earnings. Her father's money is dirty and she knows she won't make it in jail, so she needs wealth that won't get her arrested.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Cash is king.

SECRETS ⫻ She's the secret love child of a Mexican drug lord.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Bisexual, but is looking for a spouse with fat pockets. Will marry for the promise of a limitless credit card and freedom to do what she wants when she wants.

FEARS ⫻ Being cut off from her father's bank account once he dies and her older brother takes over.

QUIRKS ⫻ Clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes when she's annoyed.

FLAWS ⫻ Selfish, manipulative, privileged, and petty.

BACKSTORY

"Never been without a dime."

Belen is the daughter of plastic surgeon Dr. Violeta Cartwright and drug lord Emiliano Huerta. Violeta was vacationing in Mexico for two weeks the summer of her last year in med school when she met Emiliano. They had an affair, Violeta well aware that Emiliano had a wife and ten year old son, Nataniel. Violeta went back pregnant and with Emiliano's phone number to his business cell phone, so his wife wouldn't find out. Once she told him about her pregnancy he wired money into an offshore account she had access to, because family was the most important thing to him and he wasn't going to be a deadbeat to his little girl, despite rarely getting to see her. Violeta used the money for medical bills, expenses, and to move out of her studio apartment and into a mansion in San Diego, CA. His paid bodyguards to watch over his family, hired nannies to take care of Belen while Violeta finished her residency and started her career. They were the ones that taught her spanish and spoiled her, but Violeta wasn't having it. She tried to instill the value of money and hard work into her daughter, but Belen was too headstrong for her own good and didn't know how to listen. Instead, she charmed her way into getting what she wanted with a sweet smile and empty promises.

Belen had two rooms for her playroom full of every toy she ever wanted. When she became a teenager the rooms became her closet. One for the latest clothing and the second for last season's shit she hasn't given away yet. For her sixteenth birthday she got a Lamborghini, crashed it at a party a month later and got a new one. Most of her friends are the fakest bitches you ever did see. Many were patrons to her mother's clinic. They were all insecure, ugly scrubs that needed to fix their looks, because they couldn't compare to her. Her real friends were her bodyguards Gregorio and Cruz. They followed her everywhere and tried their best to advice her on bad decisions. Sometimes she listened, sometimes she didn't. The boys and girls she "dated" were the leather jacket, motorcycle, sob story, fix me types that she lavished with gifts, fucked, and "loved", until she got annoyed with them and sent them back to the hard-knock gutter they crawled out of. She graduated from a catholic school with mostly elite children that were just as bad as her, but not better because no one's better than Belen. She never bothered with college cause that's for people that don't know how to marry rich and need jobs to sustain them.

Boys and girls filled the empty whole in her heart where her father should've been. She had all the shit and comfort of wealth, but not the love she needed. Her mother, nannies, bodyguards, and occasionally her brother weren't enough. To her it wasn't fair that Nataniel got to have both parents while she got secret skype calls whenever her step-mother was on vacation. Bullshit. Nataniel and her got along-ish. He lived with them for the five years he was in college abroad. He long accepted his father was a cheating asshole and didn't take it out on his extended family. Belen, on the other hand, was a brat to him at every turn, because she recent the relationship he has with their father. The older she got the more she eased up and realized he had as much control over their father's actions as she did. She's worried that as soon as their father kicks the bucket, he's in his fifties and three years in remission from prostate cancer. It could come back any moment and if he dies that's it for her, unless her brother keeps her on the books. So she's on the hunt for some rich fuck that's tolerable and will her spend money like it comes from a fountain.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"No basic bitches allowed."

MANIPULATIVE ⫻ Belen's more than just a pretty face. To get what she wants she learned that people will do anything for anyone with her looks, even if they know she's toying with them. Not her fault people are willing to take the poison.

HAND GUN TRAINING ⫻ Her father has a lot of enemies. She's his best kept secret, but that doesn't mean he doesn't pay for her to have protection. That includes learning to shoot hand guns, because you can never be sure how competent hired guards truly are.

ATTENTION TO DETAIL ⫻ She has to notice the little things to pick at people insecurities or their desires when she manipulates them. And she can't walk outside without looking her best and being stylish and matching takes practiced detail.

YOGA ⫻ Does yoga advanced yoga to stay in shape.

EQUIPMENT & GEAR

"Not the bitch to fuck with."

GOLD RUGER .380 LCP ⫻ Tiny and easy to hide in her purse. Has one magazine with 6 rounds and an extra just encase.

LOUIS VUITTON ALL-IN MM ⫻ Large and spacious for three pairs of clothes, protein snacks, and her hand gun with an extra magazine in the inside pocket.

BODY GUARDS ⫻ Her father has two bodyguards following her everywhere for protection. Gregorio and Cruz are ex-military and while they were only in it for the money, they've been with Belen for nearly twenty years. They're loyalty is with her and they'd do anything to protect her.

OTHER

"Me quiero."

Bumps Boss Bitch and Diamonds in the car.

Recollections: The Fourth Seal [Mystery/Urban-Fantasy/Horror RP]

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Elias was out of breathe, leaned over, supported by his knees, and in need of a nap. Two days without sleep and running on and off for miles didn't do him any favors. Shit he shouldn't have followed this thing out so far. If he'd known the trip was going to be this long he would have gone back for a car, then followed suit. Now he's alone in the middle of the forest. Something smell putrid. He looked up and immediately puked his lunch and tea.

Eli, it's okay. Turn away from it.

Elias's skin turned a little green, his bags deepened, and tears swelled in his eyes. He was...there was...body...mangled and...he puked again. The corpse was seared into his mind. If there was any hope of him sleeping tonight this said fuck those plans to high heaven.

"Elias Levi... I have two warnings for you, and it's up to you whether or not you share it with your fellow Extra-Normal beings, as I am only making this warning once," The Shuck started, "I am the Hound, the guardian of the balance between all life and death. If any of you attempt to cheat death or aid somebody else in cheating death; I will come for you. And if I do..." The thing spoke to him, but he only heard half of it, his mind still reeling from the corpse. It's name was the hound and something about cheating death and coming for him if the rule's broken.

"... there is not a damned thing any of you can do to stop me." He believed it. Somehow it's connected to the Outside and he'll believe anything at this point.

Let's get out of here. It showed us what it wanted to show us. We can't stick around.

Too bad. He's tired, in shock, and didn't run all this way to leave a few minutes later. Besides, it said the attendant of the Outside will want him back to play her games. He has a feeling he's only seen a sliver of what she's capable of and that scares him. Anything that can make living nightmares isn't to be trifled with. He needs to know more. The Hound only offered to help for a steep price. He'll pay it for a chance to not die. As much as he trust and believes in Elle, it's not unstoppable. If Brianna had waited a few more minutes he's certain the barrier would have broken and he would have been dead.

Don't! You know not to make deals with demons.

"But demons aren't as bad as the Devil." He looked down at the Hound. "What's the price for your help and what exactly are you offering? And can you be more specific about the girl with the cellphone. There's not a girl in the country without one." As far as he knows he's talking about Becky down the street or Erica in Wisconsin.

Eli, please. reconsider.

"I'm sorry, Elle. I can't. Next time we could die and I can't let anything happen to you. You've protected me for along time. It's my turn to do the same for you."

Recollections: The Fourth Seal [Mystery/Urban-Fantasy/Horror RP]

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Elias was curled up on his bed with a mug of caffeinated green tea like it'd do shit for him. There's not enough caffeine in it to give him slightly bit of energy, but he hates coffee so if he can fool himself into staying awake then as far as he's concerned there's enough caffeine to help him.

You have to go to sleep eventually.

"I'll sleep when I'm dead."

Don't say that. I hate when you speak this way.

"I'm afraid it'll happen again the moment I let my guard down. We're not going back to that place, Elle. I can't."

I don't want that either, but we didn't have a choice the first time and we probably won't the second.

Another time in that hell hole, large dual sex monsters with wrinkly saggy skin woke him up the first night back. He hasn't slept in 36 hours and he doesn't plan to, until he feels safe again. It's like when Ellie-Ann died, he floated between insomnia and blacking out when his body couldn't handle it anymore. He took another sip of tea, eyes focus on the window towards the woods on the back of his house.

"Eli." His father opened his door.

"Yes, please, invite yourself in." He muttered into his cup. He's not feeling like this today.

"What was that?"

He turned to look at his old man, "Nothing daddy. How may I help you?"

Edward was a big man, bulky, six feet, with hard brown eyes, crows feet and a full red beard, he'd shaved all his hair off when Ellie-Ann got sick and hasn't grown it back out sense. He's not the type of man to show any emotion other than anger and disappointment. Elias can't remember a time he's ever seen his father cry. According to his mother he did it when his sister was born, but he's not sure if he believes her or not. She's could've been lying to make him see some humanity in his father. His shiny scalp was the one of the few things that told him his father still grieved.

"It's been two days. I don't know what your problem is, but you're too old to do this moping shit. Shouldn't've missed your flight. Lunch's in fifteen. Be there." He slammed the door shut.

Fuckin' can't let him be scared shitless in peace.

Not much peace, but he's right. You can't stay cooped up. Put something in your stomach other than tea, take a shower, shave your face.

Elias rubbed his chin, scraggly patchy stubble lined his chin and cheeks. Oh, eww. It's right. He needs to take care of himself. Moved slowly off his bed, dizzy from not eating and went to the bathroom in the hallway. It took him ten minutes to shower and five to shave and wash his face, and brush his teeth. Even refreshed he still looked like shit. The dark bags under his eyes didn't do him any favors. Too bad he didn't feel like putting on makeup today. He grabbed his comb and ran it through his hair, then went downstairs to join his parents for lunch.

"Mornin' Eli." Ellen greeted, smile on her identical face and hazel-green eyes. He couldn't help smiling back and hugged her, because he felt like a toddler afraid of the things that go bump in the night and in need of his mother.

"Mornin' momma." He kept a strong hold, trying not to cry, before letting her go and taking his seat. Eggs, toasts, different jams, bacon sat on plates in the center of the table. He only took a little of each, too anxious to eat more than a few bites.

"What's wrong, baby? You're not eating. You're not getting one of them disorders, are you?"

Elias snorted, "No, momma. I just don't have the stomach for it right now." The smell of food makes his stomach roil. Eating isn't making it better.

"You're too thin. Eat more." Edward scrapped larger potions onto his plate, and it takes a lot for him not to vomit.

"I'm full. I really can't eat anymore."

"You barely ate, boy. You ain't gotta be thin to wear dresses. Eat."

Don't start a fight. Take it slow.

Slow. Right. Elias ate like a snail, chewed long between bites. Half his plate wasn't done by the time his parents finished.

Edward put the dirty dishes in the sink, then grabbed his cap and left for work.

"Don't force yourself, babe. I'll wrap up what you don't eat for later, alright?"

"Thank you, momma." He curled up in the chair, cheek rested on his knees while he watched her pack the leftovers in the fridge. Nine years and she stills makes enough for four people. Then he got up and went to the sink to do the dishes.

"What's got you down? Is it Ellie-Ann?"

"No, it's nothing I can talk about." Without soundin' like a total nut. Last thing he needs is to be committed.

"Keepin' secrets now?" She rubbed his shoulder. "Y'know there's nothing you can say that will make me judge you, right?"

"I know." He slowed down, washing the plate in small circles. "I think it might have something to do with the weird goin' ons lately."

"You're not doin' anythin' dangerous are you?"

"Not if I can help it."

She kissed his shoulder, then ran her hand through his hair. "Good. You're too lively, too beautiful to go before your time. Stay safe." She kissed his temple, then went on about her day. She had work in an hour.

"We can't go back there. If I die what'll happen to momma and daddy?"

I don't know, but nothing will happen to you. I didn't let it before with those monsters and I ain't going to let it now.

~.~

Elias decided he needed to go out. See the town. Be social, but not too social. Approachable, but not given a second glance, so he wore a dark gray t-shirt, dark wash jeans and his teal cowboy boots. He walked around his neighborhood, ducked into the cafe on the corner for more tea and pumpkin bread. He wasn't hungry, but he couldn't have his tea without the bread. It's a habit. One started by his sister. He sat at a table and scrolled through his phone. He's gained more followers on his instagram and decided why not take a bare faced picture today. He held it up, then saw his eye bags...whatever. He'll edit it in shop. His puffed out his cheeks and poked it with a long pink nail, then snapped the selfie. To eraser the bags took two minutes, then he uploaded the photo with the caption: Sometimes your face needs a break. Doesn't stop how cute you are.

He put his phone down and looked out the window. He jumped, almost yelling at the black wolf creature with red eyes staring at him through the window. No. Not through it, but replaced his reflection. What the fuck. He got up quickly, took his phone, almost finished tea and barely eaten bread, then booked it. Just for it to right outside looking at him.

"Come." It's voice deep, airy, and menacing, then it ran off in the opposite direction of his home. He noticed no one else could see it, but instinctively walked around it like walking through it would damn them.

"Uuuh, Elle?"

I don't trust it, but we don't have a choice. If it's asking nicely-

"Demanded."

-then let's follow while it's still bein' nice.

His protector has spoken and he's not in the mood for bad shit happening because he's afraid. At least he's not back in the Outside. "Fine." Elias went after it.

Recollections: The Fourth Seal [Mystery/Urban-Fantasy/Horror RP]

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Each hit was another headache, another dizzy spell, the barrier cracked little by little, but Elle didn't stop so neither did he. He spent nearly a decade with it, Elle holding him up during his darkness times with comforting words and a will to keep him moving. Now it can protect him from monsters, the pent up frustration on not being able to do more for him let out at once. They made progress getting through the horde. The warehouse was close, but he wanted to rest. Give his mind a break. There's not enough advil to cure his symptoms.

A scream broke out and monsters, trees, dirt, and debris came flying towards them. Instinctively Elias dunked, but Elle kept strong. For every monster that careened into the barrier, Elle batted it away, but it didn't get everything. More damage was dealt and brought Elias to his knees, holding his head. Once the blast cleared he struggled to his feet, sweat on his forehead. He was cold before, now he was hot on adrenaline.

Eli we're almost there. We gotta keep going.

"R-right." He wasn't as fast as before, his legs weak, but he pushed through the exhaustion. Just a little more and they'd be safe. Just a little more, just a little more. His knee buckled and he went down, knees and hands scraped on the dirt.

Get up. Come on!

He heard the panic in its voice and got up again, then he kept moving. He barely made a step when another purple light appeared and a small girl stood on the other side of the portal, hand out beckoning for them to follow her. Elias recognized the street behind her. Araminta. Elias went towards her, energy back at the prospect of getting the hell out of here. The barrier disappeared as soon as he reached the portal, then he grabbed the girl's hand. She pulled him through.

Elias never felt so happy to be back. When he moved back home, old memories resurfaced, but he was stronger than he realized. He didn't have thoughts of laying in bed all day and crying into his pillow like in his teen years. After this experience in whatever the hell they were, he'd never feel apprehensive about being back home again. None of what he felt before mattered now. No more sadness when he passed by his sister's room, not more stilted conversations with his father. Was this what his sister felt after coming to terms with her disease? That petty things didn't matter when faced with life and death?

Such a drama queen. Have your epiphany later. Now's not the time.

"Right."

Elias stayed out of the portal's way, but was close enough to the girl to speak to her. "Thank you."

The Darkest Minds Never Fade in the Afterlight

Alki laid in bed, eyes closed, wanting to sleep, but insomnia kept him from resting. Earlier in the day one of his cabin members, Eric, was taken away again. After the first time it happened, Alki kept his distance. Eric was a troublemaker, kept wanting his freedom, he's lucky he hasn't ended up dead. Alki can't deal with people like that. The ones that trigger his power in close proximity. He's learned to stay away from those types, lest he want the migraine from hell and visions of death. Everyone else was in a somber mood, he didn't really care. Eric deserved what he had coming to him. Doesn't pay to start trouble.

His foot tapped against the metal bar at the foot of his bed, he couldn't do that when he first arrived. He was a two more inches away from his feet hanging over the end. Guess they didn't account for growth spurts as far as beds were concerned.

BOOM!

The ground tremored, probabilities of what it could be flitted through his mind. The death and carnage he saw shook him more than anything he's seen so far in captivity. He hit the floor hard. The boy in the bed next to him grabbed his shirt and pulled him underneath with him. His cabin mates knew he couldn't do for much when he had one of his fits. The visions vanished, the same times the tremors stopped. He crawled out from his place and looked outside. It was carnage outside. Adults with white armbands and kids fought the PSF. They weren't winning. Alki sunk to his knees and curled up against the wall. There was little chance of any of them making it out of this alive. The 10% of survival didn't come unscathed. Any number of injuries could happen that could slow them down and get them captured. There aren't medical services if they do manage to escape, so any injuries could get infected. He's terrified. They had a better chance surviving if they stayed put and didn't get in trouble with PSF than if they made a run for it. Alki's content to wait this out.

Recollections: The Fourth Seal [Mystery/Urban-Fantasy/Horror RP]

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Wake up! Come on, Eli. Wake up!

Elias sat up, chest tight and breath short. The last thing he remembered was leaving his parents' house to go to the airport. He had a photo shoot in New York he was the makeup artist for. His luggage had his kit and enough clothes for one night. There was a crash in the forest, then a purple light engulfed him before he could get his foot in the car. Now he's somewhere dark, on top of concrete, and cold. His long, black, lace wrap and short flow black dress didn't do anything to keep him warm. At least he wore his teal cowboy boots, so his feet weren't freezing. Distantly, he heard screaming.

"Do you know what's goin' on, Elle?"

No, but I don't like it. But I have a hunch it has something to do with me.

Elias didn't like the sound of that at all. He's gotten used to the voice in his head that's not his own and he loves it dearly, even seeing colors around people don't freak him out anymore, but lines have to be drawn somewhere and teleporting purple light is where he's drawing it.

The darkness lit up. Through the doorway he saw red and a group of people fighting...tentacles? And more screaming. He got up and speed walked towards the light and people. Maybe one of them knows what's going on.

Don't go. Those things are dangerous.

"Yeah, I got that, but strength in numbers and I'd quite like not being alone."

Yes, please. Pretend I don't exist.

"Couldn't, even if I wanted to, love. Not that I do." He reassured it.

Elias walked through the opening the same time the tentacles disappeared. He hesitated walking up to the group, but it was scary and creepy and whatever the hell that was could come back. Like hell he's going to be by himself. The group glowed like the sun, not bright, but yellow. There wasn't a person that didn't feel the same way he did. He walked up to the fringes of the group, there were street lights, but they didn't do much to see what was in the chasm, but a vague city outline. Not that it mattered when they went off a few seconds later. A cacophony of moans and groans came from the dark.

I don't like the sound of that. Get back, Eli.

Elias wasn't gonna disagree with it, so he back up right as the lights came back and revealed a horde of giant creatures with conjoined bodies. Two heads, one male, the other female with smeared makeup. Both were grotesque, their bodies fused in the middle, so they had three legs instead of four, one arm each, and mutilated genitals.

"Make a way out, somehow!"

Elle couldn't tell who said it, but it didn't care. Keeping Elias safe was the only thing on its mind. In the time it took for a woman to wash a small dent of the creatures away, Elle shot out of Elias and formed a barrier twenty feet in diameter around him and anyone standing in range. The barrier was pink and had five arms, four in the cardinal directions and one on top.

"Since when could you do that?"

Since always. Now move!

Elias didn't know where to go, but it was between the chasm and the warehouse. He couldn't see what was beyond it with the creatures in the way, so he ran towards the warehouse. Elle grabbed creatures and chucked them back in all directions. Large fist came down on the top, the one hand grabbed it and punched it away with another, but the undefended side gave them an opening to hit the barrier. A crack formed in its spot and Elias got a headache and almost tripped. He stopped, dizzy. It last a few seconds, then he continued on. Was the warehouse this far from the chasm? He didn't think it was, but he could be wrong.

Recollections: The Fourth Seal [Mystery/Urban-Fantasy/Horror RP]

Elias Ari Levi

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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.

Recollections: The Fourth Seal [Mystery/Urban-Fantasy/Horror RP]

@Ghost Note I added it.