[Elias Calhoun]

.:About You

Name/Nickname: John
Age: 25, 26 in Jan
Contact information (optional): PM
Role playing experience: Limited, but for what experience I have, I'm not too shabby.
Any other characters here? Not yet, but my Wife does.
How did you find us? My wife. (Kari).

.:Character Details

Name: Elias “Eli” Calhoun
Age: Ten thousand, give or take, appears mid twenties.
Date of Birth: Dawn of the universe. (No specific date).
Gender: Male
Hometown: Cloud eighty nine thousand twenty seven, district of Peace
Student/Teacher: Student.
Abilities: Basic mild angelic powers – healing, translocation, walking through walls, soul speaking, telekinesis, telepathy, luminessence, and elemental wielding (Fire, Ice, Water.) – though these things can only be used for limited ammounts of time, because of what happened to him. They are also generally extremely weak, unless he has lost his temper. Please read his history before thinking him too powerful.

.:Appearance

Height: 6'4”
Weight: 220
Build: Muscular but not “toned”, as in healthy, but not like a wrestler or anything.
Hair Colour: Navy blue/black, almost dark silver.
Eye Colour: Generally Ice/Crystal blue, unless he is in a strong mood. If he is angry, sad, or any deep negative emotion, his eyes go pitch black. When he is feeling happy, or any strong positive emotion, his eyes go white. This also parallells with his powers. If he is using the darker side of his powers, they are black – the holier side of his powers, they are white.
General Appearance:

Standing at six foot four and a titch over two hundred pounds, Eli is the figure of health and beauty – that is, until you get to his back. Matted on the creamy white china doll-like skin are two vertical scars that mark up over half of the pallat. He tries to fit in to the general masses and wears jeans, but ironically he doesn't really care if most people see his scars. He will hide them based on the situation he's in, but usually doesn't care if people see. His hair reaches down to his mid thighs, as most angels are forbidden to cut their hair in an effort to appear “genderless”. It is a mysterious navy blue silver color, and looks many different colors based on the lighting. His eyes are a cold, piercing ice blue color, and tends to mask what he is really feeling.

.:Family Details

Mother's Name: Unknown
Father's Name: Unknown
Brothers/Sisters: Unknown

.:Background and Personality

Personality:
Eli is a very complicated man. He is withdrawn and doesn't open up much, keeps his emotions inside, and has a very short temper. He will sooner snap out at someone, instead of being calm or forgiving, because he is afraid that his emotions are all he has left to protect. He will very very rarely let anyone else inside of his thick walls, and tends to be impatient and testy. His past sealed his personality, and there is little hope of him becoming open and happier.

Likes: Solitude, training, weapons, wind, the ocean.
Dislikes: Happy people, people who try and figure him out, pity, bullies, and ignorance.

Strengths: Eli's personal strengths are his powers, his closed emotions, and his knowledge of battle. He is good with understanding others and their emotions, as well as what can solve their problems.
Weaknesses: His own emotions, when people truly understand him at the core, his lack of real social skills, and his keen interest in weaponry.
Biggest Fear: Someone actually cracking his nutshell and truly figuring him out.

History:
Eli was born along with the other intial angels at the creation of the universe. His life began with training as early as he could walk and hold a sword, and being a soldier was drilled into his head – control your emotions, hold back your feelings, and kill any demonic being you see. He excelled quickly in his training, and became a proud comment by his master. After a while, his training became far too easy for him. Because of this, while still a cherub and almost a seraphim, Elias was given the job of freelance hunter. His purpose was to wander the heavens and the earth, searching the areas for any satanic being that walked and hunted for their prey.

Eli loved his job, and performed it very well for many years. He did it for many years. On one hunt, however, while in an earthen english town in 1662, things began to shift. A woman he'd met a few times before through his huntings, had grown ill. He'd watched her grow up from a little girl, and his heart went out to her. He knew he could help her, but he would be breaking a rule, and decided to walk away. His job was much more important to him than the life of a human. The girl died a week later, as he watched over her, knowing he could have saved her, knowing she suffered for years because of his inaction. It ate at his core, and seeded within his heart. Years later, when the same situation begun to unfold before him with a beautiful young maiden named Jenny in 1862, he broke the laws, and healed the woman. She gratefully swore to be by his side and wed him, but he wasn't entirely interested – at first. Over the years of the woman being aside him and lovingly doting to his needs, he found himself in love. His hunting hit the back burner, and Eli let this romance take over his life. He'd even let the human see his wings, sleep with him, and carry his children.

A morning in the summer in the middle of his life, his half angel children tending his farm, his wife laying at his side, everything flipped upside down. A very powerful archdemon by the name of Alastair send in his underlings, who flooded his farm with plagues of fire, slew his children and wife, and beat the confident, lazy angel into a coma, and tore off his pride – his wings. It took six months for Elias to wake from the coma, and when he did, he entered a searingly hot angry rage and swore to hunt down and kill the demon that slew his family. This rage burned his powers the strongest he'd ever seen them; so powerful, that he didn't even have to use his sword. He hunted harder than he ever had in his life before, and didn't rest nor eat for weeks in his fury. He would not stop until the demon that ordered his family's death was dead.

Weeks turned into months, and Eli's mind was far from normal. He found himself staggering in the streets in a drunk-like stupor, talking to the cobblestone streets, and screaming bloodcurtling howls at the moon, singing war songs of ages long past, songs about seeking to kill the enemy. His body, still possessed by the rabid anger, could no longer properly operate itself, and the angel reeked of bodily fluids. He couldn't hardly walk when the humans took him away, into the psychiatric building, shocking the hell out of his brain for years. Slowly, Eli's sanity dribbled back into him, but at the cost of most of his powers, and in essence, his soul. One hundred and fourty seven years dribbled by as Eli wandered the plains of earth, none the wiser to his birthright, and let his emotionless state devour him alive. It was only until the Archangel Michael came to him that Eli began to snap out of his depressed funk. Michael re-ignited the fire of the angel within him, and sent him to a high school for special humans to hunt down the evil within the walls, knowing many of them had suffered Eli's fate and worse, that he would become more in touch with his own human side. Eli took the job stubbornly, only doing so because he was called to by the cheifest angel himself.

Sample Post:

My worst will be about average posting length, my best will be about this:

Tired and weary from the long trip, Lucian stabled his horse at the inn, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts at the new he had discovered from a lycan spy. “I have to get a message to the king as soon as possible,” he said, to no one at all, as he opened the door to the inn. Unseen or heard the spy’s two companions watched him enter from the shadows at the edge of the woods, waiting until they saw a group of 4 humans coming up the path to the inn and followed them in.

Lucian sat at a far enough away from the door where he wouldn’t be seen, but could see the coming and goings of everyone, as he waited for the serving wench to bring him his glass of yarbarah, the blood-wine so loved by the Courtlies.

Nostrils flaring, Lucian glanced towards the door and swore quietly at his foolishness, and forgetfulness. How could he have forgotten to wait at the kill to see if she had friends as he had been taught? Grinning to himself, he drank deeply and began to watch, and plot.

The two Lycans began to search the inn’s dining room for the assassin; having only seen him from behind, the task was easier said than done. They took a table close to Lucian’s, and began to talk, ordering wine. Lucian listened but didn’t hear anything of importance, getting up from his table he walked over the two, stood between them put his arms around their shoulders, and loudly said, “How much for you whores to entertain me for the night?” shocked, the two Lycan’s stared at him, and didn’t notice as lethal doses of powdered silver were dropped into their drink, and dissolved.

Lucian smiled, stood up, and said “I'm sorry; your price is too much,” and walked away, laughing quietly to himself as he heard them both make gurgling noises, as the sound of breaking glass filled his ears. As quickly as he came, he disappeared, returning to his table, and now cold drink.

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