Post by Elliot Eastman on Jun 15, 2016 5:02:34 GMT
James Elliot Eastman the basics full name ♦ James Elliot Eastman nicknames ♦ Goes by his middle name Elliot, also known as Wuggles (to his friends) age ♦ thirty birthday ♦ February 18, 1986 occupation ♦ Storyboard Artist and Animator school ♦ former inhabitant of Phalanx species ♦ shapeshifter ability/power ♦ animal physiology and shapeshifting (red fox) how the ability works ♦ As a shapeshifter, Elliot's only power is his ability to turn into a red fox. He can do this at will, his time at Phalanx Home taught him a lot about controlling his abilities, and it's not a painful or even a terribly slow process. He can shift in a matter of seconds and though his clothes are not kept through the transformation, they aren't usually torn or destroyed either, simply left in a heap wherever he was. Though the shifting process is easy for him and Elliot keeps his mind and sensibilities even in fox form, it's also not a particularly useful power. His fox form is only about 20 inches tall and weighs maybe thirty pounds, the equivalent of a large domestic cat, the worst he can do in a fight is take out an opponent's knees. Typically his fox form is not used for such things, instead he uses it to escape conflict rather than participate. Red foxes are very agile, he can climb and jump and run and roll and duck and dodge with the best of them, and his fox body makes for a much smaller target for any aggression headed his way. It's also not terribly odd to see red foxes running around in the city, foxes are a very common part of urban America so Elliot can take his animal form almost whenever he wants without really standing out, which works well for him. He likes being a fox, enjoys the heightened senses that come with it, but he feels vulnerable as such a small defenseless animal, so he tries to keep his shapeshifting as much a secret as possible. He tends to avoid people who have seen his fox form, and conversely tries not to shift in front of friends. Instead, he usually shifts in the comfort of his own home, able to escape the house using a cat flap in the back door. This is part of the reason why visitors can often find piles of his clothes all over the place. gender ♦ Male (he/him) sexuality ♦ Asexual the appearance face claim ♦ Tom Hiddleston height and weight ♦ 6'4" | 159 lbs identifying features ♦ heterochromia (right eye is brown while the left eye is blue) overall appearance ♦ Tall and imposing at nearly six and a half feet, Elliot is a person whose mannerisms don’t match his appearance. He looks like someone you wouldn’t want to pick a fight with, his form is lean and sinewy, almost feline with a sort of elegance in movement that is hard to describe. He’s got a good sense of balance, movements that tend to flow like water, and a lean musculature that suggests a certain amount of strength. He’s no body builder, but he definitely takes care of himself. Or maybe it’s just in his genes to be well formed, it’s hard to tell. He certainly doesn’t act like someone who takes care of themselves- always slouching, usually sitting with his feet up somewhere; you’d be hard pressed to find him doing any kind of exercise. But he stays fit somehow, despite a diet almost entirely made up of junk food; there’s some chance his fox form grants him a higher metabolism. His skin is somewhat pale, the first suggestion that he lives a sedentary, sun-less life style, and, staying inside and keeping to himself, he has no scars or serious injuries to mar his essentially perfect complexion. His hair is kept short and unstyled, allowed to curl and wave and scatter in whatever manner it wants, he only keeps it short enough to not obscure his vision, otherwise he doesn’t do much with it. Though in low light it might appear light brown, he’s truthfully more of a ginger than anything else, something that shows most obviously in his facial hair. He generally keeps his face clean shaven, but sometimes a project has him distracted enough that some orange scruff may appear on his perfectly chiseled jawline. Despite the straight nose, the high cheekbones and the perfect skin, Elliot’s most striking feature is actually his eyes. His eyes are heterochromatic, meaning they display two different colors. His left eye is a slightly greenish blue, clear and bright like a summer sky. His right eye is more akin to brown, still light in tone, when outside in good light it appears more amber, slightly yellowed by the sunlight. But indoors it is a fairly typical medium brown. This feature is reflected in his fox form, which displays the same odd eye shape and color. This makes him really identifiable in his fox form, which is a problem for someone who likes to keep his shifting a secret. In terms of clothing and fashion mannerisms, his lazy, easy-going attitude is more apparent. He rarely changes out of his pajamas- a simple pair of fleece pants and a simple t-shirt, he’ll walk to get the mail or walk to the corner store without bothering to change much of the time. But when seriously out and about- going to work or running some errands, the usual thing- he’ll opt for a simple pair of jeans or cargo pants and a similarly simple hooded sweatshirt. In the colder months, he’ll don a coat to wear over the top of his sweatshirt, sometimes accented with a scarf if it’s really chilly, but as this is rare weather for Louisiana, normally he can be found in just a t-shirt and shorts. He’s rather fond of cartoons and video games, like the giant man child that he is, so his shirts often reflect his interests with logos and designs on them. Some of his clothes also display his affinity for cats, which he is not ashamed of and flaunts proudly. He’ll wear anything that will get someone to ask about his furbabies. the personality likes ♦
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Elliot is notorious for being a very friendly, open-minded person who doesn’t judge and tries not to criticize others for their failings. If he does pick up on a mistake, he will usually turn it into a joke rather than criticism, he likes to keep the mood light and airy in a room and will spin jokes and make puns endlessly if it will keep others happy. He really doesn’t like conflict, will do a lot- almost anything- to avoid it, even when the conflict is between two other people and doesn’t even involve him, it will make him anxious. He’s notorious for stepping into almost any situation as a mediator, a peace keeper, which can annoy more private types of people who think he really should mind his own business. And they’re probably right. Elliot is a sensitive soul, he’s easily put off by other people’s displeasure and doesn’t know what to do with himself when he can’t solve a problem or fix someone’s issues. So he tends to keep to himself, to avoid being pulled into arguments or used by others more selfish and less generous than he is. He gets taken advantage of a lot. But it’s fine with him at the end of the day, as long as everyone else is happy, he’s perfectly fine with his own suffering, almost basks in it. He’s a very humorous guy who loves to tell jokes and play games, to prank people and play with them like some kind of giant man child. He just really lives to have fun and enjoy his time here on earth. It’s just that his idea of “fun” is usually reading a cat magazine quietly on the couch, where others might think of a rowdy party or a rollercoaster as fun. But he’ll do almost anything that the group he’s with tells him to do, so it’s not hard to drag him into a world more suited for an extrovert, he’ll do it without complaining, just sits there with a quiet, gentle, sometimes surprisingly charismatic grace. He’s a really likeable dude who will try anything once and doesn’t fear much. the history father ♦ Mathew Marsh, 46, status unknown mother ♦ Amelia Watts, 45, status unknown siblings ♦ None that he is aware of important people ♦ Barbara Eastman (adoptive mother, deceased), Roy Eastman (adoptive father, deceased), Diana Eastman (adoptive grandmother, 75, retired phone operator) hometown ♦ Chicago, Illinois overall history ♦ ((Trigger Warning: Suicide, Cancer, Parental death)) The story of Amelia and Mathew started off as your typical high school teenage romance. She was a straight A student with honors classes and a ton of homework, he was your run of the mill thug from the wrong side of the tracks. How two people so vastly different from each other even met, let alone started a romance, was and probably will forever remain a mystery, but they met, hit it off and started a hand-in-hand tumble down the wrong side of the hill called life. Mathew was a well known drug user, he mostly wasted his time with weed, spent his nights drinking in underground bars and warehouses, stealing booze and cigarettes from his father, and occasionally popping pills of a wide variety. He always wanted more, was always chasing the bigger and better highs, at whatever expense the drugs required, he'd pay it to get that deep buzz, that higher than life feeling that nothing else could give. It's not certain if he somehow dragged Amelia from her perch at the top of the class or if she too was just a thrill seeker looking for her next hobby, but either way, she began failing her classes, skipping school, and diving head first into drug houses and speak-easies. It's not really certain whether the drugs or the sex came first. Amelia was always a shy girl, no one who knew her could imagine her jumping into bed with the first guy that gave her the time of day. But she must've, because that same year, on a cold winter morning, hours before the sun rose, the grass still speckled with dew, a baby was dropped at the hospital with no note, no information, just his own pitiful squeals at the cold air and the dark night. There were quite a few questions raised about it. No one knew who the parents even were, though judging by the child's small size doctor's guessed that his mother was either young or physically small, or both possibly. He was about a month premature and had so much heroine in his blood that they had to spend weeks detoxing him. Most of the staff at the hospital didn't even think he would make it. But he did, he was a resilient kid and, once he was about six months old, he was healthy enough to make his way into the foster care system. He wasn't there long. Barbara and Roy Eastman had been waiting for years to be approved to adopt a small child, and though they were aiming for a toddler, six month old Elliot was good enough for the desperate couple. Besides, he was a charming baby- quiet but curious, easily amused he was always smiling and laughing at things. It was impossible to not fall in love with him. So, even though his birth was chaotic and his biological parents were nowhere to be found, Elliot had a decent childhood. His mother was super attentive, he was her only child and she and her husband had waited years to get him, having a son was the greatest joy that she'd ever known and she loved him to death. Roy was a little more distant, more often the disciplinarian, but he was a kind man who meant well. He had a hard time ever saying 'no' to his son, the boy had been denied so much during his first few months on this earth, so Roy was always trying to compensate, always buying his son toys and gifts on his way home from work, almost every week there was a new trinket in the house. But, even though they tried really hard to make everything work for Elliot, life is difficult and unpredictable. Bad things happen to good people. When he was about five years old, Elliot's father Roy disappeared. Stay-at-home mom Barbara became worried when her husband did not arrive home from work. He was never late, at least not without calling first to warn them, and he was due to buy Elliot something new, he'd never miss an opportunity to share more things with his son. After calling around, it was discovered that he never showed up at work that morning, so he'd been missing the whole day. She called everyone she knew, called the police and filed a report while Elliot entertained himself in the backyard. He was playing around in some of the puddles gathered at the base of the fence in their yard when he noticed one puddle that was darker, thicker than the others. If the normal puddles were water, this was more like a soup or stew with chunks floating around in it. He followed the dark liquid trail to the shed where he effectively ended his mother's search for his father. Roy had shot himself with a shotgun. He had always been the reason he and Barbara could not have children, his sperm count was too low and he was suffering from early onset erectile dysfunction. He couldn't perform his duties as a man, he'd felt, and every time he looked at Elliot, as much as he loved the child, he could not see anything other than his own failings. Elliot was thankfully too young to really understand what was going on, mommy just said daddy had gone away and was not coming back, that was all he needed to know really. But he was sent to a psychiatrist anyway just to make sure. So Barbara became a single parent, had to work to provide for her son, which unfortunately meant that she was working three jobs at a time just make ends meet. She was constantly at work, hiring babysitters and asking friends to pick up her son from school. She missed his sports games, his plays, had no more time to sing him to sleep at night or make his breakfast in the morning. It was a lonely way to live for Elliot and thankfully his mother saw this, so she sent him to Louisiana when he was about nine to live with his grandmother for a while. She had to work too but not as much and Elliot seemed to thrive in the warmer climate. There were more kids around his age, school was easier, and the woods and swampy regions entertained the explorer in him. It all worked out in the end. Sort of. Fast forward about ten years, when Elliot was nineteen, his mother moved down south to Louisiana to live with him and his grandmother. She was always super apologetic for sending him away and had visited several times over his lifetime, plus she called like three times a day to talk to him, he didn't really have the opportunity to miss her or anything. But he was still glad to see her when she moved down. She was frail looking, thinner with paler skin and thinning hair but she was there. He was a fool to not ask, to not wonder what was going on with her, why the sudden move and the paler than death complexion, but he was then and is still now a simple man who just didn't ask many questions. She was admitted to the local hospital about four days after her arrival. It was all kind of a blur for Elliot from that point on, they moved her room around, sent her to another facility in New Orleans, a whole bunch of crazy stuff happened but he remembers that the doctors said "cancer" a whole lot, and he was to understand that his mother, fresh and new back into his life, was going to leave it again, this time for good. He was really not prepared to watch another of his parents leave him behind. He fled, fled the hospital, fled the city, fled the state even, was in such a panicked hurry that he didn't even really notice that he'd changed shape. He lived for a couple of years as a fox, just running, hiding in the woods, circling the city but not really in a hurry to return. Until he came across another shifter, who recognized his odd eyes as being weird on a naturally born fox. They hit it off after a short time, the clever banter and humorous antics of another shifter serving to calm Elliot down some. They brought him back into the city, to Phalanx Home, where he stayed for a couple of years to really get the hang of this whole shapeshifting thing. He never went back to that hospital. His grandmother found him though, apparently she was aware of his meta-human heritage, he had apparently shown a penchant for growing a tail when he was startled or upset as a child. He could also see very well in the dark, unnaturally well. He was a little mad at her for not telling him of these clues sooner, but she was all that he had left so he couldn't stay mad at her, not for long. His mother had already passed away. After finishing his short stay at Phalanx, he went back to his grandmother, living in her house for some years until she retired and moved to a cheaper suburb. She wanted him to go with her, begged him to go, worried that staying in New Orleans would forever remind him of how he'd abandoned his mother in her hour of greatest need. But he declined the offer. New Orleans had a bustling supernatural community and he was curious, entranced by it almost, he wanted to see more of it. So he stayed her old home, which she left without selling, and started trying to piece his life together again. He had always been into art and drawing, even as a small child, he loved to draw his pets. So he turned that on its head and made a career out of it, learning from a community college how to storyboard and animate. He was then hired by a local studio downtown and has been working there ever since, commuting into the city every other day to work in the studio, but doing most of his best work in the comfort of his cluttered, crowded, two bedroom home. He lives there with a roommate, Casey, along with eight cats he's collected through varying times in his life, and though he doesn't pay rent or anything at his grandmother's old home, he still works to keep himself busy. When not working or playing video games, he starts thinking, and that's not a good thing for him. Not at all. the role player alias ♦ The X-Ray Dog (just X-Ray or Ray is fine) age ♦ twenty six pronouns ♦ any pronouns are fine code ♦ ADMIN EDIT other characters ♦ none. this is my first. |
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