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[Rivkah]

{ Twenty years old. } x { the s i l v e r t o n g u e } x { the imaginative one }

ᴀɢᴇ Twenty years of age, born on June 5th. She's still pretty young and naive to the world, but she has more experience than you would think.

ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ The power to communicate and connect with other creatures. Anything living is able to hear, or at least feel, Aurora. Animals, humans, and... even others. Anything from Earth, to even the dimensions beyond. Of course, she's not completely attuned to it on Earth. She can see and hear like an animal, better than any human, and she can even "be" the animal - understanding their emotions and thoughts. She can track down any living thing in the universe.

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Female. Dame. Madam. Lady. Girl. Lassie. Pretty one. Fae. Feminine. She has been female, and she will stay female.

s. ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Aurora hasn't thought much about it. She doesn't rule much out, so the term bisexual comes to mind.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ...
A free spirit, never tied down by the rules of society. She lives for the outdoors, never wasting a moment inside any time of structure. Her home: the animal kingdom. Her heart melts for animals, big and small, beautiful or ugly. She doesn't turn down any animal or person in need. She's spunky, full of ideas, with an endless imagination. Her mind soars when her feet stand still. An active girl, you can't catch her staying in one place for long.

Fiercely loyal to those she trusts, Aurora is friendly, though she never indulges her personal life. Few people know of it at all. She sees beauty in everything, and while she can be very head-strong and set on one idea, she has many opinions, and is often indecisive. Others, you couldn't budge her if you tried to shove her off a cliff. She's a bit manic when it comes to her animals, sometimes to the point of being eccentric. She is rather selfless to the point of having self-esteem issues, putting herself before others, even if she needs it.

ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ...
Aurora has sun-kissed Caucasian skin, in between a tan and a regular pale. Her brunette hair can get rather faded at times, being darker in the summer than it is in the winter. She has no explanation for this, but she doesn't dare touch her hair with chemicals. In the winter, it's more likely to be a sandier brown. She stands at 5'9", a good height for her, and one she's keeping. Her eyes are a rich brown,flecked with a bit of hazel-blue. She's rather lean and nimble, used to running around and getting lots of exercise. She can be described as an hourglass figure overall.

ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ...
Aurora has no memory of a family, mainly having lived on the streets or with foster families. When she was eighteen, she moved to her current home, in the neighborhood with the other Oblivion Ambassadors. She had always felt drawn to that place, just as she felt drawn to them, and had been yearning to come live there since she was a young teenager.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ...
Her other most common name would simply be "Rora." Aurora's clothing style can be as eccentric as her, or in a fashionable style that is both bold but modest at the same time. She does many things to style her hair, and she can be seen in anything from jeans and a halter top to a Batman sweatshirt, some sweatpants, and rundown Converse.

Credit goes to Alyar Love on weheartit.com for the pictures.

[karkadorr]

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{ 26 } x { the onyx margin } x { the accommodating one }

ᴀɢᴇ twenty six.

ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ the onyx margin.

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ male.

s. ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ heterosexual.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ...
Cristiano is, unfortunately, a really easy person to sometimes take advantage of and is all around willing to do mostly anything as long as the request isn't too ridiculous [i.e. jumping off a cliff]. He's usually the first person to volunteer for something unsavory so no one else will have to, and Cristiano is typically the guy you go to when you want a favor done. As a result, Cristiano rarely has time to indulge in what he wants, and sometimes he tries to give more than he has. He's stretched himself thin many, many times, and he's paid the price before, but for some reason he can't bring himself to say no. It's like it's not even a computational possibility for him. He's always doing his best to please everybody and tends to get frustrated and strained when he finds someone that's giving him a particularly hard time just for kicks [and yes, those sorts of people have cropped up now and again in his life]. Often times, Cristiano stays up later than he should listening to everyone else's problems, and typically he smiles genially and nods and laughs a lot in a conversation.
When he's speaking with someone, Cristiano rarely gives out personal information, although that's maybe twenty five percent his own choice. The other seventy five percent is because he doesn't speak up and complain about his own life because he always thinks to himself "wow, compared to that, my life is really easy". He doesn't realize that it's perfectly okay to whine at least a little every once in a while if he wants to, and Cristiano also wants to wait and listen to other people, who vent and vent and vent to the point where he's more a less a sound board rather than an actual human being. He can hardly get a word in sometimes.
Cristiano, in this way, tends to slide by in the background. He comes off as the nice guy that people can chat with pretty easily, but otherwise he gives off very little defining traits. He's usually the one that's tagging along in the background and is usually not invited to the popular outings not because people dislike him but because he's usually forgotten. Cristiano doesn't mind--but then again, he doesn't mind anything, does he? It's sometimes awkward for him, sitting in the background while others share some inside joke that he'll never get, but he sits through it with a polite smile on his face. He would never try and make others feel unaccommodating.
Cristiano always aims to please, and this most likely stems from the constant pressures and encouragements that have been pushed on him by his family. He has always striven to be better and smarter and faster and, eventually, the best of everything. From a young age he hadn't realized that he was allowed to say no. Cristiano, while not particularly slow or stupid, is not of exceptional intelligence, and stayed up well past midnight during his secondary school years to memorize properties of functions so his father could be proud of him. On weekends he would get up early and run around the neighborhood so much that he nearly threw up by the end so his grandmother would be proud of him. From day one he's kind of been the guy that was expected to carry on his family name, and his family had no fall back.
Even now, Cristiano is at a loss when there's no chore to be done. He's not sure what he's supposed to do with himself. Self indulgence and having fun for his own sake and not for someone else is a foreign, alien notion to him. Cristiano never really has had a "fun" time in his life. He's really just lived for other people. He's not quite sure who he is, yet.
As you might expect, Cristiano [being the nice guy], is always the one that steps up to someone's defense, especially a friend, even if it means that he'll be harmed in the process. He kind of thinks of himself as someone that's meant to be put to use by other people [although not exactly in that wording].
Cristiano rarely gets truly angry at someone, although he's inexperienced in expressing his own feelings [no one in his past ever gave him the chance to practice]. Cristiano has trained himself not to get worked up a lot about what people say and do and just takes it with a genial grin and a nod. However, when something really does set him off, he typically bottles up his emotions and carefully controls his expression so he gives nothing away. Cristiano was never a fan of fights, although if there really is no other way, then he readily steps in if necessary.
Keeping up pent up feelings, however, is bound to get to him sometimes, and Cristiano in those low moments tends to shut himself away into his room and wallows in his own self despair and loathing, wondering who he is as a person. He tends not to come out for days, filled with self-doubt as well as guilt for not accommodating everyone's promises he said he'd keep. Other times he has sudden brash moments where he'll slam a door or become snappish or clipped, but he usually apologizes afterwards, and that's the end of that. He rarely goes off on a real rant. The first time that he's really denied anyone was recently, when he left Spain for his own whims to put himself together, leaving his family. He's very torn about this decision as of late, but is determined to try and stick it out in France. He has no idea what he's doing, since he's never really had autonomy and independence before, so he's trying to make the best of it, even though he feels horrible for abandoning his family [although they're getting along fine back in Spain, although they're worried about him].
If there's one thing that Cristiano is good at, however, it's lying. Surprisingly, Cristiano is a pretty damn good liar, although from all of the things that people have confided in him [consciously or not], he probably had to develop that skill whether he wanted to or not. He's not really a gossip, and unless he has the owner's explicit permission, he typically doesn't give away secrets. He's not a squealer either, and tends to hold his tongue in most situations.
Cristiano, as you might expect, has very low self-esteem. However, he doesn't spend time tearing himself down. It's mostly just a subconscious notion that he doesn't deserve to be his own person because too many people are depending on him for things.
He's never really had friends, since he's the guy that kind of fits into any group but never really had a deep connection with anyone, so Cristiano lacks experience in real social situations and developing actual relationships and friendships with anyone that actually lasts. He's never really had the time, anyway, to make real friends. Similarly, he's not quite sure what he likes or dislikes either. He's never given much thought to that, but now that he's on his own, he's kind of like a late bloomer in most things
The one artistic thing that Cristiano excels at is painting and art in general, and it's rare to see him without oil paints or graphite staining the entire length of his forearm, and usually there's some sort of pencil behind his ear wherever he goes. Often times, he doesn't even realize it's there, so he'll constantly look for a pencil when there's one right there in his hair.

ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ...
Cristiano figures that he really doesn't have much he'd rather improve on. Yeah, he's not really perfect, but as it is he's pretty happy with how he looks. He has a healthy tan and his hair has been recently cut closer to his head [it used to be longer, curling at the tips of his ears]. Cristiano's eyes are a warm brown that crinkle when he smiles, and he's got relatively broad shoulders and a good physique. His posture is sound, and he's got a confident attitude that he carefully keeps from spilling over into a challenging stride. He thinks a lot about how he walks.
Specifically speaking, Cristiano is five feet and eleven inches tall and weighs one hundred fifty pounds.
Ethnically, Cristiano is Spanish, although he's fluent in multiple languages, including English, Italian [well, that was easy because it's quite similar to Spanish], and jaunted but relatively practical French.
He always, always, always has some sort of stain or mark that indicates that he's done some sort of art form in the last few hours. The paint has stained so badly at this point that Cristiano doesn't really bother trying to rub it all off anymore, and his fingers are always covered with greens, blues, yellows, and blacks. Often times, there are splatters of paint in his hair and on his shirts.

ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ...
Cristiano, from the very beginning, was always expected to never take the front spot. He was the last to be born out of four brothers, all of these three preceding brothers having been exceptional and quite talented themselves. As the younger brother, how could he out show them all? It would be out of his place. So he settled back and never showed off his abilities for arts or his exceptional talents for picking up languages. He could've been someone else entirely, but for the sake of others, Cristiano put aside his own potential. And that's where his unfortunate cycle began.
Cristiano's life was full of being the nice guy, letting other people taking the front seat and never asking much for himself. It's incredible how unselfish he was. How was someone so capable of not indulging in something for himself?
Well, as it turns out, Cristiano did end up trying to make himself happy for once--kind of. Cristiano, until recently, was in a relationship that lasted about two years before finally breaking it off after the spark began to fade. Or rather, she did. And frankly, the spark never really was there. Cristiano was mostly trying to make his family happy and decided that, since she was someone that his family favored, that it couldn't hurt to give it a shot, since they were pretty good pals, anyway. It ended up straining their friendship, and it's one of the reasons why he left Spain for a while to get some time to collect himself and meditate on what he wants. And it also had to do with the fact that he was attracted to the other members of the ambassadors, and his girlfriend thought he was kind of insane. Throw in the fact that he was pretty much lacking personality in an attempt to not outshine his elder siblings, and things didn't go well. She was one of the recent string of things Cristiano wasn't able to accomplish to please his parents...or didn't want to do.
Cristiano, as of late, is trying to make himself into someone with an actual personality, but old habits die hard.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ...
sorry this took so long :C.

[jormungandr]

{ unknown } { leader } { the Ambitious one }

ᴀɢᴇ Torments human form is around the age of twenty, no one knows his real age.

ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ Leader.

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ male.

ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ Hell Hound.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ...
Torment is playful and ambitious, someone who is serious about her work, and I mean serious. He kills for his work, murder, crime, stealing, what ever it is, the job must be done. He also doesn't care what injuries he sustains during the quest or journey for the job, if he looses a leg, he would replace it, the job must be done. This really counts towards his hunt for the five, he doesn't care how long, hurtful, annoying, boring, cold, hard, many deaths, the job must be done. This really means he is persistent, maybe not in the best way, as anything in his way dies, but he is.

Torment is very sarcastic and snappy, someone who loves to to give the most sarcastic answers to stupid questions, he doesn't believ in stupid questions, just stupid people, so it should be answers to stupid people. He loves to make smart alic or smart a$$ed responses to people as well. He tends to snap at people if they pull his fur in the wrong way, or press his little buttons.

Ruthless and Mercyless, Torment would never care what happens to others, why would he? It's not him. He doesn't show any mercy to the fallen, just kills them, innocent or not, weak or strong, they are on the floor anyway. He also isn't that trust worthy, he might just trick you out for another reward, kill you behind your back, do the wrong thing and frame you, or just leave it. You should never really trust the ruthless one.

ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ...
Torment hits the average mark in his height and weight, he doesn't tend to be the tallest of the group, or the heaviest, some people think he is too light, but he disagrees. Torment has a dark skin tone, not so dark, but it isn't as light as those white people like vampires. As we move to his eyes, you can see they are a deep brown with hazel mixed into them. The sit right where they are meant to, and are average size, he doesn't like big eyes. More features, his nose, Torment as a natural nose, not too big, not too flat, just a normal average nose he doesn't like talking about. He mouth is where his swords appear from, not literally, but verbal swords. Every feature on his head is placed normally, they aren't abnormal or anything. His neck is not long, nor fat, it is normal again. His body is a medium size, he has some muscle fitted in there, and maybe some fat, but the normal am,punt a human being needs, he has no excess. He has a six pack behind his clothes, but he tends not to start flashing it around by walking down streets half naked. People tend to say he has a broad shoulder line, which he does. It tends to stick a tad out, but not too far. When we think of his legs, people think of them as long and not skinny. They tend to give him a bit more height then average.

ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ...
Torment usually Forgets his past, as it is something he believes is not needed. All he really remembers is getting a big hatred for the five, so he made up The Hunt, leading it is now really all he remembers. Sometimes he gets haunting memories of his past, he remembers the deth of his family, that's what haunts him the most.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ...
sorry this took way too long....

[karkadorr]

Sorry I haven't posted yet. I'm trying to think of a new character.
I might not be able to get to the form until Sunday or Monday, because I have a debate tournament this weekend. Sorry ><

{{ it's finee c: }}

[city;]

{ ɴɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ } x { ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴍᴇɴʀɪᴍ } x { ᴛʜᴇ ᴅ ᴀ ɴ ɢ ᴇ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ s ᴏɴᴇ }

ᴀɢᴇ 19

ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ the dimenrim

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ male

s. ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Heterosexual

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ...
Elias really shouldn't be considered an average Joe. Nor, is he a narcissist. Yet, not the sickly-sweet lover-boy. The main thing we all need to know about Elias is that he's very suspicious; it just comes naturally, really. He tends to think that people are always up to something, and it's not that bad that he does. It keeps him on his toes. Another thing about Elias; he does have a sharp tongue. Witty, and quick, he won't be afraid to speak the first thing that comes to that creative head of his. Though, the many phrases he speaks do go through quite a few filters, so he doesn't sound like a total jerk. When at first you meet Elias, you will be confronted with a boy that's rather closed; no emotions leaking through. A blank face. Something that's a little nerve wracking. The best tip is to keep going at it. He doesn't trust people who give up easily, so if you continue to talk, and get a few responses, the more likely you are to pass his small test. The next trademark symbol of Elias; his motto is Act first, think later. As a normal thing for a boy, many girls he's met just brush it off as Oh, he's just excited, or I think he's just being a little rebellious, when really, he just hates all the thoughts that people have to think about before putting a piece of bread into toast. Just check if you're hungry, and if you are, fix what sounds good to you. Keeping score annoys him too, because that means too much thinking on your part, and not enough action. He's also very prone to accidents when he doesn't evaluate the situation carefully [which is rarely], because his mind whirs at a million miles a minute. He says he hates other people thinking too much, and he does, but it's because they think so slowly. By the time most have said a really obvious comment, Elias has already answered the issue, and has begun taking action. He's always quick on his toes. Due to this, many people brush him off as impulsive. Elias's motto always gets him into trouble, whether it be wit the law or his parents. No, he hasn't gotten into trouble with cops yet, but he's pushing his limits. While many think of him as impulsive, Elias tells them all he was just acting according to the situation's demands. He wasn't trying to do such and such, but was trying to fix this and this instead. Mainly, this just frustrates people, thinking he's just trying to give excuses. Elias has this ... obsession with things that go BOOM! If it's a gun, awesome. If it's another explosive, even better. He loves things that explode, cause mass destruction, or other giant h--l wreaking machines. He's very energetic, and is always on the move. Many would [and usually do] call him restless, or a wandering spirit. Most of the time, when he's forced to be cooped up for hours and hours on end, Elias will go down to his family's basement and box. Just to keep his nerves cool, and make sure he's less stressed. Working out like that always helps keep the body in prime condition too. Boxing is something that's always helped him from being too ... too wound up. Gemini's are often characterized as people with high-wound nerves, and that's definitely true for him. Just moving calms him down. When Elias looses his temper -- and it's not often that he does -- he will take a walk, or he will go and do something that requires hand-eye coordination.One more thing is that he relies on is his feet. Obviously, we all need them to get around easier, and to take us in and out of dangerous situations, but Elias really, really relies on them. I mean, if you didn't have feet, and you got into a fight, you would get knocked out, yes? Well, with his chosen hobby, moving around a lot means you don't get hit as often. It's something he really likes the idea of; move now, hit and jab a few times, don't get hit, and you win. The more you move, the more you're going to win. It's an interesting combination, his personality. It's quite the mash of certain traits. Elias is can be a very sweet guy, if you get to know him, but aren't all men? The difference is Elias is actually sincere. He always wishes the best for you, and with luck, you'll find somebody better than him. He knows he's not perfect, and never will be, but getting on his bad side can get messy. He's very defensive of those he loves, and those his loves love [complicated, no?] The difference is that Elias will always protect you from the cruel world when he can, making sure that you won't have to face any more horrors than you need to. For heaven's sake, he'll take on your cancer if he could. But only for those he loves. It's always going to be about them with Elias. However, Elias likes a lot of things, including things that include the internet, hunting, and other activities his father used to do with him. Elias values family above anything a friend or girl friend could offer, unless he proposed or something. But he's a little too young for that. He wants a chance at college before settling down with that perfect girl. And who knows; if he settles too early, he could have married the wrong one, and end up getting divorced. Another thing he likes -- girls. He loves their hair, in a non-stalkerish way. If he could have picked a profession besides boxing to try, it would've been a woman's hair stylist. Strangely, he doesn't like killing animals unless necessary. He will himself, but just about every time he does it, he apologizes to the carcass in his mind before actually eating it. Now, I understand he's a little weird, but he does have some traits that make him like every other human; friends, fun, parties, roller coasters, amusement parks, water slides, swimming, hair, people, going for walks, people watching [now that's an interesting story], observant people, and dogs, to name a few. Aha. Now the dislikes. Green beans are a no way. So are girls who think they're 'all that'. Guys who are players. So long as they aren't cheating, he's fine. But that's a hate, that we'll delve into later. Elias also doesn't really like shopping, unless it's somewhere like the apple store or maybe Macy's, because they're either interactive, or there so big, it'll take forever to get through them. He doesn't like people who don't know how to take care of themselves. Now, special needs and handicapped are a total exception, but lazy slobs that refuse to get a job and live at home with mommy annoy him, and he just doesn't talk much to them. Pessimists; they need to die off, according to him. They have no good outlook on life, so why should they have one? It makes no sense to him. And finally, on his short list of dislikes is papercuts. The little things hurt worse than an actual cut by a knife! So, agian. Papercuts hate him, and he hates them. Elias has a strong case of Thanatophobia; the fear of death. In his rationality, we don't know what's after death. It's the plunging into the unknown that scares him the most. Really, it's just rooted in the fact that he doesn't know what's going to happen. While he's not afraid of near death experiences, he's afraid of the part after life. Dying itself doesn't make him nervous. It's just the afterlife, as some of the consequences. His biggest fear of how he would die would have to be surgery. People fiddling around with your body, just to sew it back up? The thought always makes him nauseous. And another fear; loosing a limb. This is the major reason he hates sharks. They're just endless pits with .. an end. Confusing, yes? He fears their mouth the most. They're just teeth attached to a circle with an organ or two thrown in there. Screw evolution; he wants them all dead and gone. Hence the reason he's never been to the ocean. He would kill anybody for mentioning his next fear, but he's scared of the dark. He doesn't know why, but he just is. Elias doesn't sleep with a nightlight on, but he still gets freaked out when he's awake and it's night. A deep loathing of his; blood and war. Elias sees absolutely no reason it should ever be spilled, unless it's for a very good reason. You start it, he'll finish it. Hammurabi's an eye for an eye makes so much sense to him; you kill, you die too. That's why he thinks most of the United States are great; they use the death penalty. Elias also doesn't like cheaters. Like, cheat on your girlfriend cheaters. It goes against every moral code he's ever come up with. What would really tick him off is if the girl didn't do anything wrong. The main reason he hates guys cheating on girls more than girls cheating on guys is because of his sister. Now, don't misjudge him or anything -- he doesn't like the idea of cheating at all -- but, guys cheating on girls just irks him. Especially if a male ever did that to Elsbeth. You would have to run, and hope you didn't die running. Finally, a hate of his would have to be cocky, stuck up girls, who wear six inch heels, and wonder why they're called h--k-rs. Seriously? You wear stuff like that, expect to be called nasty things. The cockier, the worse, too. He likes girls who know their self worth, and show it. Not self conscious b---hes who need to see a shrink for attention problems.

ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ...
At an appropriate height of sixty nine inches [69 in.], or five foot nine inches [5 ft. 9 in.] Elias is fairly normal. Most of his height comes from his legs, but yet another half comes from his torso, neck and head. A few times, it's been pointed out that his arms are somewhat the same length as his height is, and roughly is very, very true. Elias would be considered a vertical rectangle; his arms seen as long as he is tall. When he was little, his younger sister was always shorter than he was, which frustrated her beyond belief. Again for weight, Elias hits the average mark -- maybe a little more because he likes to build up his muscles -- at one hundred forty seven pounds [147 lbs.] even. No extra ounces or anything. Elias packs most of his weight which are more muscle than anything, but he does permit himself to have a little bit of fat on his stomach for when he can't eat for a few days. You never know when you'll need it. Now, for his skin tone, let's start at the top and work our way down; Elias's face can be pale, but only to a certain extent. More often than not, it's blushed with excitement, or blood pumping from a run. Next are his shoulders; these are pale from about an inch away from his neck to when his shoulder starts to give way to his arm, because he doesn't believe in tanning. Why ruin a perfectly healthy body with crappy lotions and radiation that leads to skin cancer? He plans on living a long life, and that means taking care of his body. On his torso, he is also very pale, because yet again, he doesn't want to go tanning. He isn't the type to walk shirtless down the street screaming "LOOK AT ME!!!". That's really not how Elias works. Next, we hit the legs; from about two inches above the knee and down is tan, but the higher up on his leg he observes is lighter. I won't even explain why, because you're already guessing the reason. But, since Elias does wear shorts in the summer, he allows himself to get a purely natural tan. His arms are very similar. Although, he does wear tank-tops in the summer, his arms always have trouble keeping up with the coloration his legs pick up. Despite his immaculate care of his skin, Elias still has a few blemishes; a small spot on his arm. It's not a mole or anything, but it is a cluster of darker brown spots. Almost like freckles. Speaking of, he also has freckles [not many] on the bridge of his nose and right under his eyes. A few on the cheekbones too, if you look closely. Cinnamon is the first word [or food] that comes to mind when describing his hair. So would cinnamon-sugar, because he has lighter grey flecks all over. Elias would have to say that he has always liked his hair. When he was younger, believe it or not, his hair was albino white. He actually has a picture from when he was a few weeks old of his tiny bit of hair being whiter than his own head. Occasionally, Elias likes to show it off, just because it's kind of fun to see peoples' reactions when they see his cinnamon hair now compared to the pale colors of his younger self. Now, Elias's hair is naturally curly [when it's longer], but not so twisty that he's forced to deal with ringlets all the time. So, to counter-attack, Elias keeps the hair closer to his head, and uses a straightener for its wilder days [yes, he owns his own because his little sister didn't allow him to use hers]. He's always had shorter hair because of this. His mom used to tease him and say his hair had a mind of its own. When Elias goes swimming, this is an entirely different story. Elias has bangs, that are, of course, shorter than the rest of him. Elias's eyes are a shade of blue, similar to the ocean's color. Around his iris, there's a small, very thin bright green line, like a pixie's eye color. When he smiles, they do tend to twinkle a little, but only when it's not forced. His eyes have never needed glasses, because he's always done everything he can to prevent it from eating carrots constantly to wearing shades out in the sun.

ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ...
Now, Elias was born in the United States, unlike his mother. You could say he's a first generation American, with no accent, and you would be correct. Elias was born in a small, clean hospital just around the corner from his house, because, well, it was closest and that's where his mother's doctor was located. At six fifteen a.m., Elias Alexander Carter was born to Aella Lucielle Carter and Johnathan Jones Carter. Soon after, his family encountered some problems. The hospital tried naming Elias Su Tang Carter instead of the name he has today. Quite frankly, it wasn't that funny. Elias was clearly a Chinese child, while the nurse insisted he needed a Chinese name. That bugged the family, even when they shared the story with their son when he was older. Later on in his years, Elias was a good child, though displayed signs of his reckless, carefree personality early on. In preschool, he was often called out for refusing to take a nap. In first grade, it was for talking. In second, it was for ignoring discipline. It didn't go much further from there, because Elias knew his dad would take away their weekend hunting trips that started when he was six. His dad taught him how to hold a small Squirrel and fire it. This also taught Elias a little bit of patience, but not much. When Elias was four, his mother and father surprised him with the fact that he was going to get a little sister. They didn't tell him until his mother was six months in. Another three months later, they were gifted with a beautiful little girl they named Elsbeth Anne. Without further ado, and with consideration on how Elias was doing with the child, they tried again. Elias found out again at month six that they were having another sibling. Elsbeth was healthy, Elias was happy, and the rest of the family was ready. Except his mother miscarried. This time, Elias had gone with. He waited on the small hard chair while his mother cried and his father hugged her, and let a tear fall too. That was the first time He'd ever seen either of them sob. It scared his small, five year old mind. When his father later explained what had happened, he had also said that it wasn't that uncommon for mommies to not get their little kids. Elias hated it. When he and Elsbeth were older, they had a lot of fun, despite the gender and age difference. His dad took both of them hunting, but Elias always did better at the tracking than Els, but she did better at the actual aiming. When Elias turned eighteen, Elsbeth and himself simply went out by themselves. Her being fourteen, and him being a legal adult, they had fun. Meanwhile, this was also the year that his father taught him how to box. Whenever he became frustrated, he would practice. And as always, practice makes perfect. His life was all a great, happy time, until precisely the day he skipped. His traveling went haywire, and while he was out hunting with his beloved sister, he tapped her shoulder to point at a deer [which were her favorites to admire and not shoot], he transported the two of them to a place he had seen in an old text book. For a few weeks, the two of them tried to blend in, keeping to the streets when the dimenrim acted up again, and Elias was forced to press into the present. Without Elsbeth. Ashamed of what he did, he left the country, and found London after a year of searching for people like him. He had found help.

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