1x1 with yato; & Tate.

[god of calamity,]

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[god of calamity,]

N a m e: Andrew Malister (Andy)

A g e: Seventeen

G e n d e r: Male, he's homosexual.

S p e c i e s: Fallen Angel

P e r s o n a l i t y: Reckless, "cool", rebellious,
careless, protective, and funny.

E x t r a: Andy is your typical "bad boy", the guy
your parents don't want you to date, ya know? He
rides the classic expensive Harley Davidson
everyone claims he most likely killed a person
to get, or stole.

ℓ ι т т ℓ є в я α т, м υ ѕ т в є ¢ я α z у!

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[Tate.]

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Name~
Elijah Sean Williams (Lija)
Age~
Sixteen (almost seventeen)
Eye~
His eyes are the colour of gold under sunlight
Hair~
Elijah has tawny gold fur
Physical Traits~
Elijah Williams is a African Golden Cat Half-ling. He can not completely change into a cat, but remains in the middle. His cat characteristics are permanent. He can lay his ears flat on his head, however, and wear a hat if he wants to be in public a prolonged amount of time, with his tail curling up and over one of his shoulders to stay put. His claws are rather short, only a few inches in length, but grown back quickly if broken. His fangs are short and only noticeable when one looks for them. He often wears thick long sleeve shirts and blue jeans in public. Despite all his attempts however, Elijah is not able to hide his feline eyes at all, giving him even more reason to keep his head down and keep quiet. He also has a small obsession over classic rock bands which he often shows by wearing old band tees.

Summary~
Elijah Williams thrives to excel in the medical fields, his dream is to one day be able to become a doctor and help those injured or in need of help. He could tell you the exact time by the sun, the exact day, month, year, and even bits of your future from the stars. He is able to squeeze through places only the size of a basketball. Elijah is also skilled with animals (beside dogs, that tend to try and attack him), catching fish by hand, climbing trees, can jump up vertically fifty feet, and, though he doesn't think so himself, is a skilled pianist. He is homosexual, though he is not very open about it, since he keeps quiet and has few friends no one has ever really asked him. Though he is the quiet type who keeps to himself and doesn't complain his personality is opposite his actions. He is sly and quick, more than one would think, his brutal honesty sometimes gets him in trouble, his lies even more so. He often tries a little to hard to please everyone around him, even if it makes him suffer. He acts simple, as if a boy clear as glass, able to blend in, to hide. Elijah is mentally strong, he is very smart, but he is not physically strong in the least. Elijah avoids any type of conflict if he can, if he can't he relies on his wits and his quick agile physical ability to run away. Elijah lives on statistics, making him a pessimistic at times. His absolute favorite movie is 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower' and he adores the book as well. He has a spot on the back of his ears that makes him purr if you pet it, but he hates people knowing it.

“My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.”

“A man's vanity is more fragile that you might think.
It's easy for us to mistake shyness for coldness,
and silence for indifference.”

[Tate.]

"kay, okay, okay." Elijah whispered under his breath softly, eyes closed as he rested them on the knuckles of his hands, gripping the steering wheel tight enough to make them white. He felt his blood rushing in his ears, his body shaking, he did all he could to keep from slipping into an anxiety attack. After a few deep breathes he looked up, letting himself relax slightly in the old poorly painted blue pickup truck, half eaten away by rust. The parking lot was filled with tons of other cars, new and old, and Elijah's soon to be classmates and acquaintances walked by his truck, not giving him a second glance. His ears twitched nervously, and Elijah reached into the back seat of the truck, pulling out his old ballcap styled hat, worn by him wearing it constantly.

He wasn't really... Ashamed, of his physical feline traits, but he wasn't proud either. More embarrassed of them really. Plus, given his history with bullies, before he learned to fight back, the first thing they often did was pull on his ears and tail, so the easiest thing to do was keep them hidden. His hands were shaking as he brought them to his face, rubbing his tired eyes. He hadn't slept all night, the fear of today chasing him as a present nightmare. "Okay." He repeated for the millionth time, he was finally calming down, after a solid twenty minutes of sitting in his truck having a small panic. He looked up at the students that walked by, god there were so many students. The school was huge, and it was more than daunting to Elijah. He was a small, terrified guy, how the hell was he going to get around?

He pulled the door open, stepping out and grabbing his backpack from the truck bed. It was light, given he had no papers yet. He pulled both straps over his shoulders and shut the truck, walking down the pathway leading to the school entrance, looking around in awe at the size of the school, the large field that was to the side of it, and the forest that was at the far edge of said field. it was far nicer than any school he had ever been to. Then again, he shouldn't have been so shocked. The school was the best in the country, and was world renowned. The thing that caught Elijah's eye the most, however, was the deep, ominous gray clouds that lingered on the horizon, not moving, just waiting. This time of year was prime for rain, and though Elijah had lived in all but a desert before, here rain was not uncommon, Elijah had not even considered it until after moving. Elijah felt fear hammering in time with his heartbeat at the thought of it, but tried to force the thoughts away. Elijah was here for a good education, hopes to fulfil his lifelong dream. And no amount of daunting people, labrinth-line hallways, and massive risks of anxiety were going to stop him.

Elijah fished a paper from his back pocket, looking at it. History. What an awful class to have in the morning. He sighed and looked up, the school looming over him like a death sentence, with trembling hands he reached up, grabbing the front door handle, and opened the door, stepping into the school. He had transferred about one third through the school year, so it was poorly timed for everyone. Luckily Elijah was a fast learner, and he had never gotten less than a B plus his entire life. Yet, there were no other new students, Elijah was completely alone.

The noise. The noise hit Elijah with a physical force, making him pause in the entrance of the school. It was like a riot, students filtering everywhere, the main commons area packed of people. Elijah felt himself shrink back into himself, feeling small, vulnerable, as he weaved through the crowd. He tapped a few people on the shoulder, asking for directions, but no one seemed to care enough to show him the way, so he kept his mouth shut and wandered his way to the main office. As he did, the loud, ear-piercing buzz of the bell went off, and the crowd diminished in a matter of minutes as Elijah stepped into the main office.

Luckily not everyone in the school was rude. And the secretary happily directed Elijah where to go. The school had five stories, and she was very understanding on how one could be lost. Elijah said a brief thank you, and hurried to class. His first day, hopefully it was not a problem he was going to be late.

Elijah found the room after a few minutes of searching. He looked in as he opened the door, and found the teacher in the middle of a lecture as he stepped into the deathly silent classroom. The teacher stopped speaking mid-sentence, though, to Elijah's relief, didn't look too annoyed. He smiled, walking over to Elijah from where he had been giving a lecture and drawing some elaborate diagram on the board to show some migration of some sort. The man was taller than Elijah, not that that was a big accomplishment, and held a hand out. Elijah gave a weary smile, and shook his hand.

Elijah stood awkwardly, biting his lip nervously, as the teacher gave him a quick introduction. As the teacher spoke Elijah felt himself feel panic, being in front of so many others, he bit his lip a little harder, though caution drilled into his mind he was not the only supernatural being here, and many said beings are attracted to the scent of blood. New student. Be nice. Elijah letting out a small little "Hello" and waving his hand slightly, Etc. The whole thing, then the teacher motioned for Elijah to sit, but he was frozen on the spot, skimming the class, trying to find an empty seat next to someone who didn't look like they would slit his throat for no reason more than breathing wrong.

[god of calamity,]

The morning came fast for Andrew, considering he hadn't returned home till about 3 am that morning. He'd been out partying, mostly by himself, however. It was so... lonely. Andy awoke in utter silence -- aside from the annoying hum of the alarm clock he instantly shut off, just barely before it started -- and he slipped out from under his covers. Rubbing the sleep out of his grayish-blue brown hazel eyes as he set his bare feet on the soft carpet. When he finally opened his eyes and could see clearly, they scanned around him. It was hard being alone, he'd admit. Right now, he almost wished someone he loved and cared about -- perhaps a parent -- would waltz right in, pull open the shades blocking the early morning light and yell at him to get up. Andy, however, wasn't so lucky. Considering his parents had been dead for at least more than 50 years, hell, he hardly even remembered.
How old am I? he asked himself silently, stretching his arms up into the air with a sigh. Now that he thought about it, he was at least 118 years old, right? Standing up, Andy pushed aside the topic and headed to his dresser where he grabbed a set of clothes. A pair of black jeans with a chain belt, and a black and red checkered shirt with a black leather jacket. He slid his clothing on and made his way towards the bathroom where he leaned his head over the sink and washed his hair. He did his typical routine which consisted of him flattening his hair around his face and making sure none of his chocolate curls stuck up too bad, but curled just at the edges to give it a cute little style. Following this, he exited the bathroom and grabbed his keys and slid on his shoes before sliding out the door.

Andy walked down the two story flight of stairs, avoiding any neighbor he might have bumped into, and he headed toward the exit. He did, however, wave to the nice old lady across the hall from his flat, and he gave her a cheerful smile of brilliant white teeth and a wink of one of his interestingly colored eyes. Legend was right, angels were absolutely gorgeous, but that's also where lore failed. Fallen angels were just as gorgeous, Andy was living breathing proof.

He casually strolled out the door of the apartment building and made his way towards the garage where his only true love was parked. Pulling it up with a satisfied grin, Andy's eyes laid upon the only thing he'd ever truly loved, aside from his older brother and mother, and he quickly made his way over. He ignored his helmet which was place up on a hook at the opposite side of the garage, and he slid the key in the ignition and let her engine roar out like a lion calling to it's pride. He grinned, revving her engine up before he kicked her into gear and raced down the road towards the hellhole which was considered school.

As he arrived, he watched the what seemed like millions of kids storm inside, all busy hanging with their groups and talking about misc. things they'd done that weekend. He smirked, who even cared about what the hell you did that weekend? With a roll of his eyes, he parked the motorcycle towards the front of the school, and he slid the key from her ignition and headed towards the front steps. He smirked at some of the boys lingering eyes towards his bike, and he walked past them with quite high esteem. He also winked at any girl who dared give the 'bad boy' a longing glance. He smirked when he'd hear them giggle, and give that dramatic little sigh. Silly things, if only they'd realize I'd never want anything to do with them. He thought, which caused him to give a bit of a laugh towards himself.

Andy made his way up the stairs towards the floor his first class was on. Usually he'd just ditch, but for some reason... today... he felt drawn to walk up those stairs and go to that class. It was something he'd never felt before. The need to actually go to class. As he walked up, he pushed his way through the door and made a weary glance towards the teacher, whom rolled his eyes at Andy and pretended like he didn't even exist. Andy liked that, the teacher had considered Andy a lost cause a wild back and had given up trying. They knew Andy had no caretaker, and that grades meant nothing to him, aside from his gym grade. Andy loved basketball, there was no denying it. He planned on getting some sort of scholarship for it, perhaps when he tried to even do school.

Sitting down in his ordinary seat in the back, Andy kicked up his seat on the desk and tipped his chair back, closing his eyes as he waited for the teacher to start teaching so he'd have a reason to drift to sleep. However, that time didn't come. Why? Instead of teaching, he recognized the teacher mentioning something about a new student. Andy instantly sprung up, his eyes open and studying the room. A new student, eh? He needed to get a look at this new guy, sometimes they were fun to mess with.

To his surprise, the male who entered was quite shy looking, and quite attractive, if he must add. Andy gave a crooked grin and tapped his fingers on the desk. When the teacher was done with the introduction, and the new kid, Elijah, gave the quietest hello in the entire universe, he was motioned to sit down. Andy's hand shot up, "Hey, teach, he can sit by me and I can even give him a little tour around!" He half shouted, a smile crossing his lips. Although, Andy'd never done this before. Why was he so enthusiastic on helping this kid out?

the teacher hesitated, eyes on Andrew as he thought about it. He'd never seen Andy so excited about something in his whole life. Perhaps this would be a start to something? Besides, the kid had shown up today. So the teacher nodded, turning to Elijah. "Go set your stuff down by Andrew, and then you both can get up and he can show you around. That is, if he even knows what he's doing. He hardly even comes to school."

Andy's eyes rolled at the teacher as he just barely mocked him before muttering to himself, "I don't need your sass today, sir." while Elijah made his merry way over to Andy.

[Tate.]

s one torment ended it seemed another began. Elijah stopped biting his lip, nodding and doing as told. He walked over to the boy, a small smile shadowing on his lips, trying to calm himself, because even looking at Andrew made his face burn he was blushing so hard. A constant stream of cursing raced through Elijah's mind as he looked at Andy only a millisecond before slipping into the seat. The teacher quickly began teaching again and Elijah felt his face turning darker shades of red with every stealed glanced at Andrew the first moments he sat down. Drawing up courage, Elijah turned to face Andrew, a small smile still lacing his lips, a crooked little smirk that was lopsided, showing the single dimple on his face. The rim of his cap shadowing his eyes as he looked at Andy.

"Hi." He said, and that was about where all his bravery ended, he could barely find it in him to breath anymore. His chest tight, god he needed to learn how to talk to cute guys. This was going to end poorly. Andy seemed okay, but if he missed a lot of school like the teacher had said Elijah was going to have to learn as much as possible as quick as possible. He just hoped he wouldn't have to fight for attention from Andy from his friends and, from the way Andy looked, girlfriend. "I'm Elijah... Well... you already knew that..." He stumbled on his words and he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He spoke in a low voice, hoping Andy would think it was because he didn't want to get yelled at for talking, and not because he was so uncomfortable with talking to attractive people while fighting off an insane urge to run off and avoid embarrassing himself. "Andrew... right?"

[god of calamity,]

Andy listened to the boy talk, a small grin pulling at the edges of his cheeks and revealing his fantastic smile. His hazel eyes studied his every move as Elijah introduced himself -- awkwardly -- and asked Andrew's name. "Why, yes. My name is indeed, Andrew. However, personally, I prefer to be called Andy." he nodded his head, crossing his arms on the table and leaning forward a bit in an attempt to study the awkward kid's features underneath his hat. He had cute eyes, he must add, it was shame they were hidden by the base ball caps bill.

As the teacher talked on, Andy ignored every word and suddenly stood up, clapping his hands at the boy. "What do you say I give you that super awesome tour now? Hm?" he smirked, strolling towards the door and walking right past the teacher who didn't seem to give a second glance. However, all the students eyes lingered on Andy and Elijah curiously. They were jealous on how Andy could get away with things so easily. his only tip for that, when you gave less than zero craps about grades and school the teachers gave less than zero craps about you.

As Andy stood there, lingering in the door way as he waited for Elijah, he dared a glance at the teacher, who was giving him a irritated look, but waved him on. "Hurry up, Andrew. You're disturbing my class." Andy, as usual, gave another casual eye roll and waved for Elijah to hurry up before he really got in trouble.

[Tate.]

lijah looked at Andy wided eyed as he stood up, striding away. "You... You're serious?!" He looked around the class. This was exactly not what he wanted. Everyone's eyes on him and Andy, making him want to disappear. "But, what about class? I mean, isn't it... shouldn't I?..." He signed, almost reluctant, as he stood up. The quicker he got out of the class the quicker they would stop staring at him. The teacher gave Elijah a glance, though he couldn't tell if it was annoyance or pity, Elijah cleared his throat, walking quickly passed the rows of desks on his way to follow after Andy. As he did someone stuck their foot out into the middle of his path, Elijah stumbled, almost falling on his face, he let out an annoyed noise and rushed out of the room, slipping past Andy and beating him out of the classroom into the hallway, his face still stained red, now from sheer embarrassment, however.

He was use to being picked on, he was a small, scrawny, quiet kid, he was a target. But it was barely his first day, and it was rather irritating. He was just thankful he hadn't landed on his face and had been able to keep from completely falling. He waited right outside the door for Andy, calming down. So far, this day sucked. It had been five minutes, and he already hated being there.

[god of calamity,]

Andy waited for Elijah by the door, however, when he heard the loud thud of someone nearly falling on their face, Andy's eyes turned back towards the class and his eyes narrowed. He rushed forward, back toward the desks and Elijah rushed out. "'What the hell kind of treatment is that?!" He shouted, his voice was dark and deep. It sent out some fear towards anyone he was yelling at. "He didn't do anything to you punks, just leave the poor guy alone before I rip you guys apart!" he shouted, his eyes narrowed, his lips in a firm line. He was about to say something else when the teacher interrupted.

"I'll handle it, Andrew. Go, now, before you make too much of a scene and I have to call people to force you out."

Andrew's eyes darkened, he felt the teachers touch on him and he quickly shook him off, pushing past him and towards the door. "You remember what I said, you punks." He growled, pushing through the door as he released a sigh as if releasing his anger. His eyes glanced up at Elijah, the darkness gone and his friendliness opening up again. "Well, ignore them, Elijah. Let's go." He gently pushed him forward by the shoulder, just enough to show him which direction they were going. He folded his hands into his pockets, his eyes ahead. "I'll show you the top floor first, since it's easier to go down than go up." he said, turning in Elijah's direction with a crooked smile.

[Tate.]

"hat was a little overkill don't you think?" Elijah asked, still he walked where directed, falling in step beside Andy. He was touched that he had done anything at all. After all, it was only someone tripping him, it was no big deal. Why did Andy freak out? He barely knew Elijah. He felt himself calm down a little, given what Andy just did at least Elijah could be certain he wasn't going to try and do something really mean or something to Elijah, so he tried to relax. It was hard for him, though, given he was so use to having his guard up, every flick in the corner of his eye made him a little jumpy.

"I mean, it's not like I got hurt... I'm use to it." He shrugged, then smiled over at Andy. "Anyway, it was kinda the middle of class, was it necessary to leave right in the middle of class?" He asked. Honestly he was still a little shocked himself he had followed after Andy, the last think Elijah did was miss a class, let alone the first day. Not to mention with a guy who he barely knew and made him stumble on his words. He let his eyes wander away from Andy after a moment, looking around at the school. He had to admit it was impressive. Elijah was here to excel in schooling, to get a decent reason to go to college, and the school lived up to its reputation in architecture, if anything.