Post by Elliot Sage on Sept 21, 2010 13:40:52 GMT -5
``Elliot MADDOC Sage~
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``everyday info~
Name~ Elliot Maddoc Sage
Age~ 32
Gender~ Male
Birthday/ Zodiac~ 17 February, Aquarius
Occupation~ Criminal
Nationality~ English
``physical~
Appearance~
Elliot doesn't look like much, if you catch him just walking down the street. With his short, somewhere between dark blond and light brown hair, sort of green-gray eyes that practically sparkle when the wheels are turning in his head, and a general sort of nondescript look to him, he doesn't really stand out to anyone appearance-wise when they first meet him. It's the way he talks, the way he carries himself, and the way he thinks that are the most intriguing things about him.
His taste in clothes is sort of odd, consisting of comfort and style at the same time, but his favorite outfits would have to be his suit and his casual wear. The suit is, as one would expect, a nice one, with nice trousers, shirt, jacket, shoes and tie. His casual wear is more odd. Nice gray jeans nearly cover the worn out white trainers that have long since turned gray, a gray polo worn over a white wife beater, and to top it all off, a long double breasted black leather coat. Sometimes he'll exchange the polo and wife beater for a more dressy shirt, and the gray jeans for black slacks, but the trainers and the coat never change.
Celebrity Claim~ John Simm
``emotional~
Personality~
Elliot is, compared to the "normal" standard that society keeps to, most definitely not normal. If a "normal" person could see inside his head, they would call him insane, crazy, mad, whatever they could think of, and then try to get as far away from him as possible. He really doesn't like being called these things, but he'll never let it get to him, as he's merely different from the rest of the herd. He enjoys destroying things, killing people, all in accordance with whatever plan he's working to complete. He'll do just about anything to make sure his plan succeeds, as well, just short of blowing an entire city off the map. He doesn't like mass murder too much, though he isn't above doing it for the sake of his plans.
Talents~
- destroying things
- running around like a manic five year old with ADHD on twelve cups of coffee
- screwing with people's heads
Strengths~
- clever
- ability to plan ahead
- has a way with words
Weaknesses~
- will do just about anything to win
- doesn't trust people when he should
- paranoid
Likes~
- having fun
- destroying things
- screwing with people
Dislikes~
- people calling him crazy, insane
- people who disapprove of or impede his fun
- doing nothing, being bored
History~
As a child, Elliot never had much of a life. His father was an alcoholic, his mother was a drug addict, and they never had much money at a time, as somebody would always spend it on something to keep their addictions going. Elliot never thought much of his parents, and preferred to keep himself outdoors. Even then, all the other children and their parents scorned him because of his parents problems. Apparently they thought he'd turn out the same way. Why would he do that, when he could easily see what his parents did to each other?
They weren't happy, they didn't love each other, and they most certainly didn't love him. They mistreated him at every chance they got, his mother, mostly. She would always beat him around, and deprive him of food. He ended up going to school with bruises all over him, but nobody really cared. He didn't tell anyone, and nobody did anything about it. He grew up this way, silently taking the physical abuse from his mother and psychological abuse from his father.
One day, when Elliot was about thirteen, his father came home one day, quite a bit more drunk than usual. He got into an argument with his wife, and he started beating on her. Eventually, Elliot came out of his room to see what was going on. By that point, his father was stabbing his mother, killing her, and the older man turned on Elliot. After a struggle, Elliot ended up killing his father. He never told anyone, but he ended up with so much mental scarring over this incident, he went "insane," by normal standards.
After that, he ended up in a foster home, where his insanity merely grew. He started experimenting on animals, and, as he got older, the people that wouldn't be missed. Now, at thirty two, he's gotten to the point where he's formulated most of the plans that he could have ever wanted, and eventually he's going to implement them... at the right time and place, of course.
``extra things~
Sample RP~
This is from Through the Rift, where I play Astharyn Ashpath, a shape shifting alien.Astharyn was restless. He really couldn't stand not having anything to do, and he'd finished the work that was supposed to last him all day a few hours ago. Currently, he was wandering around the Hub in a state of daydreaming, just trying to keep his mind off the fact that he was nearing the point of going insane from boredom. He had a fleeting hope that he'd stumble across something useful while wandering around, but he didn't think it would happen any time soon. He didn't even know where anyone was, really. The Hub was really quite large.
He passed by the lift and looked up when a drop of water hit the top of his hat. It's raining again, he thought, giving a bit of a sigh. It had never rained on Ipheron, and even though he'd been on Earth for years now, he'd never gotten used to the pitter patter sound of rain on the concrete. It was almost unnerving, really, the way the dark clouds blocked out the life-giving sun and drowned the planet's surface with its torrential downpour. Water was essential for the organisms on Earth to survive, but Astha, as an Iphera, had never even seen liquid water before coming to Earth. All the water on Ipheron was frozen solid.
He reluctantly took the brown hat off his head and brushed the water off, rubbing at the water that had been absorbed into the hat. His hair was sticking up all over the place -- at least, more so than usual -- because of the humidity in the air on the surface. He somewhat resembled a porcupine, actually, and he slightly resented this fact. He didn't really like looking similar to a rodent, but he liked his hair the way it was. It looked a whole lot better when water wasn't falling from the sky. After getting most of the water out of his hat, he replaced it on his head, making sure that it was tight enough to not fall off, yet loose enough so that it wouldn't constrict his head.
Walking through the Hub wasn't alleviating his boredom in the slightest. So far he'd been rained on, nearly shot at by the otherworlder -- he never used the word "alien," as it was a derogatory term being used from one non-human species to another -- that was being held downstairs. He had just wanted to talk, to see what the otherworlder wanted, but he had answered the Iphera's questions with his gun rather than his words, and it hadn't gone too well. At this point, he was just staying upstairs unless something important took him down there. He didn't want a repeat of last time. Oh no, that would be bad. Very very bad.
Smack. Astha had just walked face first into the glass door of the hot house. For a second, he just stood there with his face against the door, perplexed at the situation. Oh, right... he thought, then he burst into smoke, floated through the cracks in the door, and reformed on the other side. Doors. Who needs them? he thought, looking back at the still closed door. Just another one of his many talents. Locks were useless when he was around. Though he did respect people's privacy. Usually. He smiled to himself as he checked out all of the plants in the glass enclosed room, making sure that they were all healthy and growing nicely. It was a small pleasure that he enjoyed, and he liked to add to the collection whenever he could.
As he left the hot house, a pleasant odor in the air knocked him from his thoughts. It smelled almost peculiar, but it was strange enough to be interesting. He followed his nose into the kitchen, a place he never really visited. Ipheri never required any sort of food intake, because they turned sunlight into chemical energy right inside their bodies, and because of that, his bizarre alien biology couldn't handle breaking down food. If he ate, he would just throw it right back up. In the kitchen, leaning against the counter, stood Avis Ives, the psychologist of the Torchwood team. She was eating a muffin that came from the rather large box of similar muffins next to her. At least he'd found what the peculiar odor was. And he'd also found someone to talk to.
"Hello, Avis." he greeted her, a bright smile on his face. "Are you planning on eating all of those by yourself?"
Anything Else~ Thanks for reading?
Where You Found Us~ Through the Rift
Other Characters~ Aerona Riley Araphen
