ELIAS WOLFSTROM

[Elias Wolfstrom]

ELIAS ABRAM WOLFSTROM
I won't suffer, be broken, get tired, or wasted,
surrender to nothing or give up what I started and sculpted;
from end to beginning, a new day is coming, and I am finally free.





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full name: Wolfstrom, Elias Abram.
known nicknames & or alias: Eli, Wolfy.
age: Twenty-five.
birth date: October 4th.
gender: Male.
sexual orientation: Straight.
grade: Seventh.
home town: Manhattan, New York City, New York.
current residential town: Greenwich Village, New York City, New York.
wealth status: Average.
income: Personally earned through various film projects and sold artwork.




eye color: Brown.
hair color: Black.
height: 6'4.
weight: 220 lbs.
distinct features: Well muscled build, thick eyebrows that have become his trademark, birdlike nose, constant five o'clock shadow, a corny grin, and a pair of horn rim glasses that he might actually wear once in a while.
piercing's: None.
tattoo's: Eli has a tattoo of the Celtic triskelion symbol on his upper left arm, just below where it meets his shoulder.
modeled after: Quinto, Zachary.





personality: Of all the facets of his personality, more than likely the first thing you might notice about Elias is that he's very old-fashioned in many senses of the word. Often appearing as though he stepped directly out of 1950's America, he's a bit of of beatnik in a lot of ways. His entire life, Eli has taken to fighting what was considered normal in the home of his parents and the minds of his schoolmates. He has been an advocate for open mindedness and acceptance, and has become mostly unmaterialistic in view. In general, this means that Elias finds joy in small things rather than expensive clothing and fancy restaurants. Jazz and big band overwhelm his musical collection and art has always been a major factor in his life, often a medium such as painting that he will turn to express himself when emotionally overwhelmed. He loves to play the drums, and finds insurmountable joy in Chinese food. He even owns a record player from '49 rather than a stereo, since he prefers his old vinyls to what's usually played over the radio.

Elias is what you would call charismatic. Not necessarily overwhelming with friendliness, but certainly easy to like and hard to hate, unless you just don't like benevolence. He's been told that he's got a presence, which confuses him to some extent, since he does think of himself with some humbleness, but according to others, when he walks into a room, it simply lights up. His warm personality tends to make individuals gravitate toward him, as he likes to make others feel at ease and comfortable as much as possible. Elias prefers to be the guy in the crowd making witty comments and causing a laugh to rise up. In this regard, the youngest Wolfstrom is also the type of guy that does not like fights or physical confrontation; he'd rather be having a black coffee or a cold beer down at the pub with his friends and having a good time than looking for trouble, although with his past, trouble seems to find him anyway.

There is no person in Elias' life that he believes is worth suffering for. He is not the type to be easily steamrolled and is quick to call someone's bullshit, even if it does mean a confrontation. His entire life until he was old enough to be on his own, he had to put up with his parents' constant controlling attitudes, under their demeaning thumbs and watchful eye. Elias does not like being controlled at all, in any way. If he feels he's being cornered into something, the young director becomes irritable and loses his usual gusto and charm. And although it does not often have to come up, when someone challenges Elias' sense of right and wrong, or something he believes in, the usual timid side of himself will vanish and he will fight for it. Not with fists, but with words and other peaceful mediums; violence is unnecessary and leads to hateful encounters and uncomfortable situations, neither of which he abides.

Elias fancies himself a bit of an observer of human nature. As he's made most of his money off of two independent films, one being a documentary on the social norms and differences in grade school, high school, and college years, and how they've changed over the last fifty years (which actually won a few low grade awards and earned wide acclaim in the underground film industry), the quarter-lifer enjoys sitting back and people watching, since interactions between others often fascinates Elias. From a distance, he cannot hear what any two people are saying to each other, but he can imagine simply what perhaps would be the conversation between two friends, or the heated argument of lovers on the street. Elias has been called an artist for the way he manages to capture on camera the emotions and lives of others, but he just prefers to think of himself first and foremost a director. However, several other people have suggested to Elias that he would rather spend his life behind a camera than live one, as he is almost constantly filming projects left and right.

It's actually quite a surprise that Elias is trusting at all, as he has had some personal issues in his past. He does not like to speak about his family, and avoids the subject; most of his closer friends already know that this is a no-touch area in conversation. He lives on his own, and receives no income from his parents or brother, and only keeps in contact with his older sister who still lives in the States. Elias is somewhat shielded, yes, but only until he gets to know you better. After that, he's more willing to confide in someone rather than hide behind his hurt feelings that have nothing to do with his time here at Cedar Creek Academy. Elias likes to be the guy his friends come to for moral support and a good time. He also likes to feel like he means something to others, and when someone treats his usual good intentions with careless disregard, that person is no longer considered to be apart of his usual circle. Elias can and has personally disconnected from people he once thought were friends for their lack of compassion for anyone other than themselves, as Elias finds that compassion is necessary to remain emotionally stable in his life. Without it, he would have become a walled off stone tower a long time ago.

The one thing Elias isn't so open with is his heart; broken already once, he has yet to be so careless with it since. Not to say he hasn't dated or loved another girl since, but the young man has formed a rather unhealthy habit of not putting too much faith in a relationship. Instead, he flows with it till it's end - or, to be more bluntly put, Elias does not plan a future with a relationship. It simply is there, a constant until it dissipates. If a girl begins hinting at something that he does not consider to be apart of his big plan, Elias is often the first to call it quits. Call it commitment issues or what have you, but Elias has been burned by this already, and it's also partially why he doesn't speak with his family anymore. He used to be a romantic, but nowadays, he finds that such notions only lead to getting hurt.

likes:
Jazz / Swing. Honesty. Painting. Playing piano. Playing drums. Aimless meandering. A good cigar. Black coffee, no sugar or cream. Pinapple. Ben and Jerry's Phish Food. Filming. Watching films of all types. Chinese food. Sweet girls. Good guys. Clothes right out of the dryer. The smell of fresh linens. Small things. Ferrets (owns two). Telling jokes. Vinyls. Studying the Jewish religion, although he no longer practices it. Watching rugby. Watching girls play football. Theater. Exercising.


dislikes:
Liars. Easy girls. Snobs. Rich people that flaunt their excess amounts of money. People that talk about things they don't actually know anything about. Vanity. His family. Remembering her. Unnecessary violence. Controlling individuals. Being treated like a child. Being taken for granted. Being compared to his brother. Having his brother mentioned at all. Handsy drunks (those that get a little touchy feely). Closed mindedness / ignorance. Pop music.

quirks:
- Still has the ring he bought Marie. He takes it out every once in a while when he needs to remind himself that too much attachment will only lead to disappointment.
- Can often be found sitting on a bench somewhere, with or without camera, staring at people.
- Refuses to wear jeans and/or t-shirts most of the time. You might catch him in these either by sheer chance or when he wakes up late for class and doesn't have time to match up his suits.
- Doesn't own a car. Will either use his bicycle or hail a cab somewhere if he needs to get there bad enough.
- Has a photographic memory.

bad habits:
- Smoking. He inhales at least two packs a week.
- When feeling upset, Elias will abruptly terminate conversations, walking away without a word.
- Overrides others without knowing it.
- Doesn't like condoms.
- Constantly late.

strengths:
- Good friend. Will be there for someone without hesitation.
- Levelheaded. Will not lose his cool in a bad situation.
- Creative. Always finds a way to make things more interesting.
- Adamant. Will fight for what he believes in, has a steely reserve.
- Charismatic. Has strong character, and knows how to work a crowd.

weaknesses:
- Second-guesses himself more times than he'll readily admit.
- Will not willingly attach himself to anyone romantically in a long term relationship.
- Unyielding. Doesn't like making compromises.
- Would rather be behind a camera than face real life half the time.
- Allergic to peanuts.

hobbies:
- Collecting miniature Buddhas and vinyl records.
- Hiking / jogging.
- Painting.
- Filming.
- Playing the drums / piano.
- Taking dance classes.
- Learning Russian.
- Keeping in touch with his sister (which is only considered a hobby, as it's a chore to track her down).





relatives:
- Eckard Wolfstrom [ father / estranged / alive / New York City ]
- Mia Wolfstrom [ mother / estranged / alive / New York City ]
- Elijah Wolfstrom [ brother / estranged / alive / Los Angeles ]
- Eliana Wolfstrom [ sister / alive / New York City ]

attending cedar creek academy since: Fourth.
background:

To say that everything about the Wolfstrom family is unexceptional would be a small truth - Eckard and Mia Wolfstrom were a solemn couple of wealthy status who met at a Young Democrats convention and fell in love. Not that Elias would later call it love... almost more like a comfortable friendship. He was about to graduate with his degree in law, and she was a nice Jewish girl he could bring home to his mother that would be approved of. That did not prevent them from furthering their line, however; they went on to have three children over the span of the next ten years, Elias being the last. The youngest Wolfstrom boy was born uneventfully on October 4th, 1984, heralding the third and final child into the well-off family from Manhattan. His earliest memories are of their expansive and well decorated apartment overlooking Central Park, sitting on the balcony with his siblings Elijah and Eliana, and watching midday traffic pass below with his legs swinging between the bars. Cold winter walks down Broadway to go see the shows. Wearing stiff uniforms and attending prestigious Jewish grade schools.

It was all well and good, really, as Eckard and Mia only wanted the very best for their children... whether their children wanted it or not. The smallest treasures were the only ones they could really have, since everything else had to be thoroughly approved by the both of the parents. Elias supposes he began his path to becoming the black sheep around the age of eleven, when he asked for a skateboard for his birthday. Naturally, his parents believed this to be a joke and dismissed it. Proving that at an early age Elias was quite resourceful, however, the boy took it upon himself to build one with his allowance money without either of them finding out. The only reason he got caught was because he attempted a fool hardy trick in the park and ended up breaking his right arm. The injury did not deter the youngest Wolfstrom, though, as his parents may have assumed it might; in fact, it fueled him, the rebellious nature of the act. From there, his transgressions became slowly more brazen over time. For a week when he was sixteen, his hair was even a shocking shade of electric blue, until it faded and the bleach was trimmed back til all that was left was his natural black.

These stunts more often than not left him grounded, but never for long. In high school, he told his parents he was attending an elective after school Young Jewish Teen group aid. Instead, he was spending time in his friends room in Brooklyn, listening to the likes of Artie Shaw and Ray Anthony, watching reruns of Star Trek and James Bond films, and practicing with a ragtag band they had formed (he taught himself to play the drums). Funnily enough, it was Elijah that gave Elias the gift of love: letting him play around with his camera, and shooting short films together that they would write and direct together. Elijah has since gone on to become a rather well known name in Hollywood, making several blockbuster hits. However, Elias would come away from their experiences preferring the back road of film-making.

This continued for some time with little interruption, and Elias was for a time the happiest he'd been in his entire life - especially after he turned seventeen and met a lively young thing named Marie Mannheim, a girl his age that he met through a friend. For Elias, it was love at first sight. Her silky brown hair and smooth, milky pale skin, as well as her chocolate eyes that seemed to sink forever when she looked at him. For a long while, Marie didn't seem as interested in Elias, but he was persistent, and eventually, won her affection. They began officially dating not long before Elias's eighteenth birthday, and amongst their friends, they seemed like lasting couple. Even his family, father mother and siblings alike, seemed to find her an enchanting girl, and Elias was especially pleased that she got along with Elijah so well, since at the time he considered his older brother, five years his senior, to be his best friend. The pair went on to date for another three years, and even attended NYU together, although she was studying medicine while he perused his dream of film making.

Around their third year 'anniversary', Elias truly felt that Marie was the one and only for him, and made arrangements to ask her to marry him, purchasing a ring and setting up a reservation at the most exclusive restaurant in Manhattan months in advance. When the night finally came, Elias was ecstatic, so sure in his belief that the woman he loved would join with him for life. However, as Elias bent down to one knee, the look of disbelief on her face was the first indication that this would not be so. However, he pursued, pulling out the ring and asking her outright if she would be his wife. Silently, the young woman shook her head, a quiet no, and he felt the first crack echo across his heart; the sorrowful look on her face sent another shiver of pain through him, and he felt like a thousand shards of glass, tinkling to the ground. I'm sorry, she said, I cannot. He asked why, and tears formed in her eyes. Elias, she told him, I've been seeing another man. Elias felt his heart snap in two. Elias, she said, It's Elijah. After that, it all came crashing down.

Elias left her there, that sad look upon her face, and it took three days for him to build up the courage to call his brother out in Los Angeles and ask if this was the truth. It was. Elias went to his parents for support, and they seemed genuinely disappointed for him, but it seemed they could not muster the support he felt he needed from them, the emotion that they always seemed to lack when interacting with their children. The hurt only worsened for Elias, as a month went by, and he learned that Marie had moved out to Los Angeles to live with his brother. After six months, an invitation to their wedding was sent to Elias' parents, and they agreed to attend. For Elias this was the final straw. He rowed with his father for two hours, arguing that it was wrong for them to support this wedding, that his brother had broken Elias' heart as much as Marie had, but his father refused to not attend. Elijah was as much in love with her as Elias had been, and by not attending, it would be as though he preferred Elias over Elijah.

Two weeks later, Elias sold his apartment and transferred overseas with the money earned from this, never wanting to see New York City again. There were too many memories, and he could not abide the fact that his parents could not see his side of things. So he spent a year traveling western Europe, spending a few months in France and Spain, and finally settling in England. He got his papers straight and applied to be exchanged into Cedar Creek Academy, a quiet, prestigious school with great programs that he thought would be a good place to renew his life without his family. During his first year here, he began to notice the different social standards between American schools and English, and again took to his camera, filming and interviewing students at the school, and visiting surrounding schools, from grade school through uni years, and this was a welcome distraction. While filming this project, he eventually began to lose some of the pain from the triangle of Elijah, Marie, and himself, and when he was finished and distributed the documentary online, he was pleasantly surprised at the feedback it received.

Elias believes that he truly came back into being himself after he won awards for the piece, and began working on his second project. Now he has been attending Cedar Creek for three years, and as he finds himself as a seventh year, on the brink of earning his major, Elias can only wonder what he will do with the time he has left at the school... and what life will hold for him once he leaves.




role-play sample:

So far, the stay in Miami had been uneventful. He had only arrived a few days ago, after all, and Lew had spent most of that time becoming acquainted with his new found brother, and exploring his new 'home' while Arthur was away during the day, teaching his classes. He had to say, the place was quite large, especially compared to his mother's place, which had been a simple, modest two bedroom, one bathroom home, barely over 1000 feet. Right now, it was just after noon, and Lew was in the swimming pool, floating on his back with his face to the warm sky. It was nice here, and the young bear enjoyed Arthur's home as much as any young person who'd never had these kinds of luxuries would. But it was already losing it's novelty. There was only so many hours he could play Rock Band. So many days he could waste watching television. Only so many minutes he could count while swimming in a cold pool all by himself, with no one else around. He might not have been very good with others, but he could still become lonely. At least back west, he had his mother around, and a few, very basic friends to hang out with. Here, he only had Arthur. And Arthur worked.

Lifting his arms and taking a breath, Lew bend backwards in the water, dipping under and encasing himself with the cool liquid. He began releasing the air from his lungs slowly, and very hesitantly made his way to the very bottom of the pool, attempting to keep his natural buoyancy from returning him to the surface by using his arms to shove himself downward. When he felt his feet, and then thighs, and then buttocks, touch the smooth plaster of the lowest section of the pool, Lew opened his eyes to the blurred arctic blue of the water around him. Eyes cast upward, searching for the darker blue of the sky above, and watched light ripple across the surface, breaking the sky into shards of moving glass. When floating on top of the water, Lew heard the chirping of birds, wind in the trees, even cars passing in the distance. But down here, he heard nothing at all but the roar of water in his ears, and the dull throb of his heart pushing blood through his veins. It was peaceful, and he marveled at how water changed reality to a solitary moment of suspended bliss. And of course, as all good things come to an end, after a mere thirty seconds of quiet, uninterrupted floating Lew felt the tug of need in his chest, his body screaming for oxygen. He obliged it, shooting to the surface and breaking through, gasping for air. He blinked rapidly and rubbed his face to clear the sterile water from his eyes.

After swimming around for a few more minutes, Lew realized he was also tired of the pool, and made his way out, grabbing the towel he'd brought outside with him and drying off as best he could. He stripped the boxers he had worn in the pool (as he had no swim trunks yet and Arthur's, needless to say, were much too big for the more willowy figured Llywellyn) and laid them over the back of a chair to dry, and proceeded into the house with the towel wrapped around his waist to cover his naked self. He still didn't feel quite comfortable being completely naked within the boundaries of this place, even though Arthur had made it more than clear that Lew was to consider this his home. But try as he might to be comfortable here, which was a slow but not painful process, home to Lew was back in Vegas, sleeping in his tiny room and watching television with his mother. Walking into the guest bathroom and turning on the shower, Lew sighed. He hadn't called her yet, not since getting off the bus. He should; she would be worried, freaking out even, and he had been so absentminded to forget her, sitting there alone in the hospital, wondering if Lew had made it to Arthur's alright. Lew had to admit, he had been somewhat cryptic when speaking with Alicia. Getting in the shower, he made a silent promise to get a hold of her tonight, after Arthur came home.

He wanted her to speak to him, and get to know that Lew was with someone they could trust.

After a quick scrub down, Lew exited the shower and toweled off once more, heading into the guest bedroom, which Arthur now insisted Lew consider his own, just like the house, Lew grabbed his bag and put it on the bed, rummaging for clothing. He was going to go out today - Arthur had not told him he could not venture into the inner city, but he had cautioned him that he might be approached by other shifters. Lew was sure he could handle this, despite everything. He was not a hostile person, and unless he came across another shifter who was particularly looking for a fight, Lew was positive that no one would hustle him in public view of the regular people. Arthur had mentioned something about rogues in the city, though; that worried Lew slightly. He didn't want anyone to think he was apart of this gang of sorts. He'd had the chance to kill back in Vegas, and had chosen not to - Llywellyn was not sure he was capable of taking a human life, even in the face of lethal danger. But he couldn't stand being here all alone; Lew was becoming restless and needed to get out and see the city he'd be calling home for however long the young bear would be staying here. Finding a pair of clean jeans, he pulled them on, then slipped a white dress shirt around his shoulders and rolled up the sleeves, followed by a black string tie and vest. He had such a weird desire to be well dressed, although Lew had been told several times, most recently by Arthur, that Lew's idea of well dressed wasn't exactly well thought out. But he didn't care; if it looked good to him, who else mattered?

Later, after the cab he soon called for once getting dressed came and whisked him away, Lew sat in the back and watched buildings swing past his window, intrigued by the differences in architecture and the people. It was only slightly warmer here than in Nevada, but not by much, although the dress of the locals was somewhat different here, the people were generally the same - however, the further into the city the cab got, the more stylish some of the sidewalk patrons seemed to get. Finally, they reached a part that Lew thought seemed like shopping area, and asked the cab driver to go ahead and pull over. Arthur had been kind enough to give Lew some money, which Lew had found slightly odd, but had accepted none-the-less. Now he gave the driver his due and watched the vehicle pull away before turning and looking around him. This area seemed pretty busy, somewhat like a tourist area probably, but it would do him just fine as a starting location. Picking a direction, the young man began walking, the sole of his dress shoes making a dull thud on the concrete. For a while, he simply window shopped, looking over stores he thought looked interesting, until he came to a store that had crystal figurines laid out on velvet cloth, twinkling in the sunlight and catching his eye.

He instantly thought again of his mother - she collected little nick-knacks and what have you, and the urge overcame Llywellyn to enter the store and see if he could find something she would like. A bell above the door tinkled as he entered, and the scent of glass cleaner and dust stirred from a vacuum cleaner wafted under his nose, as well as a mixture of the various scents that came off the skin of others. Shifting to his left, Lew began eying the wares, noting a rather extensive crystal reconstruction of the Eiffel Tower, as well as other notable locations from around the world. And as he browsed around, not quite seeing anything that he believed his mother would love (and he prided himself in being such a 'momma's boy' that he was the foremost knowledge in her interests), another scent came to him, and Lew wasn't sure exactly how to place it. The rough edge to it made him think strangely of Arthur, with that underlying hint of clean earth and forest, although there was nothing hint of something else, something more feminine in the smell, and turning, he realized that the dark haired woman standing a few feet from him was in fact a shifter. It was like a ton of bricks fell down upon his head, mostly because this was the first time Lew had ever consciously recognized another shifter on scent alone. But as his senses told him what she was, the woman backed up and bumped against a pedestal, and as she cursed audibly, Lew's animal instincts kicked in.

He skidded forward, much faster than would be possible if he had been human, and as the item upon it came tipping over the side, the bear bent down, hands slipping beneath it and catching the crystal before it shattered upon the floor. Taking a breath, he stood straight again, slowly and somewhat awkwardly - that was also a first for Llywellen. He'd never really had to use his instincts in this kind of situation. Clearing his throat, he looked at the woman and then around, pleased to see that the person behind the counter hadn't quite noticed what had just happened... or rather, what had almost happened. Then he set the object, as gently as he could, back on the pedestal, and looked to the other shifter again. "You might want to be more careful, y'know," he said, not angrily, but more in a joking manner that belied his sarcastic nature without being too... well, too Llywellyn-like about it, "Especially when moving your butt around expensive glass." He cleared his throat again and looked down, as he seemed prone to do lately when meeting other shifters. It was instinctive to him, like the speed he'd used to cross the feet between them and catch the falling object. He did not want to offend her by seeming too aggressive and looking her in the eye. Strange how he knew how to do that without being told. He wasn't so much embarrassed about the butt comment, because that was kind of true.

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alias: Jae.
experience: 5+ Years.
other characters: Fiammette Shavonne.
how did you find us: Magic.
other: Emj loves me, yes she do, Emj loves me, how 'bout you?

This post has been edited by Elias Wolfstrom on Nov 9 2009, 07:42 AM

[Sebastian Bennet]