Post by Elias Saaresto on Aug 28, 2012 0:00:03 GMT -6
OOC Stuff:
Name: Sammy
Age: 19
Contact Information: (In descending order of reliability)
AIM (Mobile) - xxShing
Skype - Saaxth
Experience: About nine years, two of them on and off. Been on Gaia, InsaneJournal, messengers, etc. I can do third person prose, one-liners, whatever.
Prior Characters: Solona Amell
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IC Stuff:
Name: Elias (el-lee-US) Saaresto
Alias/Nickname: Eli (by an old lover), Kettu (an old codename), "That fox-fucker!" (a name he earned for himself back in the day), Red Devil / Scarlet Fever (more names his foes gave him)
Age: 41 (February 14th)
Fandom: Original Character (formerly adapted to Team Fortress 2)
Appearance:
Strengths:
Cloaking Device - A gadget that Elias stole off the body of an old business partner. It renders the user invisible. The downsides are that it only lasts for a grand total of eight seconds, and any significant amount of force - say a shove for instance - will disrupt the cloak.
Espionage Training - Elias knows better than to rely on a fancy gizmo. He made a living as an assassin and knows how to muffle his footsteps. The man also has a remarkable knowledge of the human body (not anatomy, because he could care less about the chemicals running through you), and knows of a dozen different ways to kill a man in any given situation.
Weaknesses:
Pride - If anyone can manage to gain the upperhand, Elias will quickly lose his cool. He has a nasty temper and the more riled up you get him, the more he'll slip up.
Backstabbing Disorder - Not a legitimate condition. Elias trusts no one, and no one should trust him.
Reactive Attachment Disorder - A legitimate condition. Elias has never been formally diagnosed, but he appears to be afflicted with the "disinhibited" variation: In disinhibited RAD, the child participates in diffuse attachments, indiscriminate sociability, and excessive familiarity with strangers. The child has repeatedly lost attachment figures or has had multiple caregivers and has never had the chance to develop a continuous and consistent attachment to at least one caregiver. Disruption of one attachment relationship after another causes the infant to renounce attachments. The usual anxiety and concern with strangers is not present, and the infant or child superficially accepts anyone as a caregiver (as though people were interchangeable) and acts as if the relationship had been intimate and life-long.
In short, Elias is thought to be incapable of forming long-lasting emotional bonds with others.
History:
Train a man when he is a child and he will rise above his peers. Break a man when he is a child and he'll know no fears.
Elias was raised never knowing his parents. He doesn't see that as a loss. For him, the joy of a family is something that capitalism invented to sell products. Most everything, actually, was a means to trick consumers into purchasing things. Elias didn't buy into it; he stole everything that he could and he'd run with gangs, starting with petty thugs and rising into the leagues of the Mafia.
For fifteen years, he led the life of a criminal and the reputation of a crime warlord. What put an end to that madness was, well, boredom. He was too good at what he did, so Elias sought a challenge. He cast his belongings aside - except for his finest suit, of course - and set off to join a "tourney" of sorts to prove his mettle.
It turned out to be a game. A spectacle. Men killing each other for no real reason.
The funny thing is, Elias never regretted entering.
But now, in between the matches, he finds himself in the strangest of reveries. Maybe now he'll find something that'll keep his interest.
Personality:
Charming yet apathetic, Elias’s silver tongue is markedly loose when he has something to gain. Right when you think you’ve got him pinned down, he’s out of your grasp, having given you a false sense of security. Whatever you want to believe of him, he’ll let you believe. Most of the backstabbing he does is on a psychological level; he enjoys toying with people and rarely forms attachments. If and when he does find someone he likes, it becomes an unhealthy obsession.
Many people mistake Elias for a gentleman. He can be gentle, but only by choice, never nature. He relishes in the damning realization he puts people through when he's six steps ahead in the midst of a betrayal.
He does not like to lose. He does not lose. He will win, one way or another.
Sample post:
"You know… From here, you’re supposed to knock my teeth out, not cradle me in for a kiss." Elias spat in the man's face before ramming a knee into his gut. He strode towards the blade upon the floor and bent over, retrieving his fallen balisong. Elias hummed a little tune only he could hear, flipping the butterfly knife back and forth as if it were a mere toy. "I'd say this horrid date was your fault. How ever do you plan on compensating me?"
His eyes fell to the man doubled over. Elias charged at him, seizing the man by the throat and slamming him upon the table. The balisong nicked the man's flesh once, twice, three times. "Oh, nononono... Sweetheart, you're allowed to scream. In exchange for letting me hear your lovely voice, why don't I take those eyes off your hands? Beg your pardon, I mean, 'Why don't I take those eyes out of their sockets?' How does that sound?"
The corners of Elias lips stretched from ear to ear. "No good? You're right. I shouldn't be so hasty. Let us start with the fingernails, then the toenails. Won't that be exciting?" Without warning, he brought his heel down upon the man's knee and wrenched him back up off the floor.
Nothing got his blood flowing quite like a bit of sadistic torture.
Anything else: N/A
Name: Sammy
Age: 19
Contact Information: (In descending order of reliability)
AIM (Mobile) - xxShing
Skype - Saaxth
Experience: About nine years, two of them on and off. Been on Gaia, InsaneJournal, messengers, etc. I can do third person prose, one-liners, whatever.
Prior Characters: Solona Amell
----
IC Stuff:
Name: Elias (el-lee-US) Saaresto
Alias/Nickname: Eli (by an old lover), Kettu (an old codename), "That fox-fucker!" (a name he earned for himself back in the day), Red Devil / Scarlet Fever (more names his foes gave him)
Age: 41 (February 14th)
Fandom: Original Character (formerly adapted to Team Fortress 2)
Appearance:
Strengths:
Cloaking Device - A gadget that Elias stole off the body of an old business partner. It renders the user invisible. The downsides are that it only lasts for a grand total of eight seconds, and any significant amount of force - say a shove for instance - will disrupt the cloak.
Espionage Training - Elias knows better than to rely on a fancy gizmo. He made a living as an assassin and knows how to muffle his footsteps. The man also has a remarkable knowledge of the human body (not anatomy, because he could care less about the chemicals running through you), and knows of a dozen different ways to kill a man in any given situation.
Weaknesses:
Pride - If anyone can manage to gain the upperhand, Elias will quickly lose his cool. He has a nasty temper and the more riled up you get him, the more he'll slip up.
Backstabbing Disorder - Not a legitimate condition. Elias trusts no one, and no one should trust him.
Reactive Attachment Disorder - A legitimate condition. Elias has never been formally diagnosed, but he appears to be afflicted with the "disinhibited" variation: In disinhibited RAD, the child participates in diffuse attachments, indiscriminate sociability, and excessive familiarity with strangers. The child has repeatedly lost attachment figures or has had multiple caregivers and has never had the chance to develop a continuous and consistent attachment to at least one caregiver. Disruption of one attachment relationship after another causes the infant to renounce attachments. The usual anxiety and concern with strangers is not present, and the infant or child superficially accepts anyone as a caregiver (as though people were interchangeable) and acts as if the relationship had been intimate and life-long.
In short, Elias is thought to be incapable of forming long-lasting emotional bonds with others.
History:
Train a man when he is a child and he will rise above his peers. Break a man when he is a child and he'll know no fears.
Elias was raised never knowing his parents. He doesn't see that as a loss. For him, the joy of a family is something that capitalism invented to sell products. Most everything, actually, was a means to trick consumers into purchasing things. Elias didn't buy into it; he stole everything that he could and he'd run with gangs, starting with petty thugs and rising into the leagues of the Mafia.
For fifteen years, he led the life of a criminal and the reputation of a crime warlord. What put an end to that madness was, well, boredom. He was too good at what he did, so Elias sought a challenge. He cast his belongings aside - except for his finest suit, of course - and set off to join a "tourney" of sorts to prove his mettle.
It turned out to be a game. A spectacle. Men killing each other for no real reason.
The funny thing is, Elias never regretted entering.
But now, in between the matches, he finds himself in the strangest of reveries. Maybe now he'll find something that'll keep his interest.
Personality:
Charming yet apathetic, Elias’s silver tongue is markedly loose when he has something to gain. Right when you think you’ve got him pinned down, he’s out of your grasp, having given you a false sense of security. Whatever you want to believe of him, he’ll let you believe. Most of the backstabbing he does is on a psychological level; he enjoys toying with people and rarely forms attachments. If and when he does find someone he likes, it becomes an unhealthy obsession.
Many people mistake Elias for a gentleman. He can be gentle, but only by choice, never nature. He relishes in the damning realization he puts people through when he's six steps ahead in the midst of a betrayal.
He does not like to lose. He does not lose. He will win, one way or another.
Sample post:
"You know… From here, you’re supposed to knock my teeth out, not cradle me in for a kiss." Elias spat in the man's face before ramming a knee into his gut. He strode towards the blade upon the floor and bent over, retrieving his fallen balisong. Elias hummed a little tune only he could hear, flipping the butterfly knife back and forth as if it were a mere toy. "I'd say this horrid date was your fault. How ever do you plan on compensating me?"
His eyes fell to the man doubled over. Elias charged at him, seizing the man by the throat and slamming him upon the table. The balisong nicked the man's flesh once, twice, three times. "Oh, nononono... Sweetheart, you're allowed to scream. In exchange for letting me hear your lovely voice, why don't I take those eyes off your hands? Beg your pardon, I mean, 'Why don't I take those eyes out of their sockets?' How does that sound?"
The corners of Elias lips stretched from ear to ear. "No good? You're right. I shouldn't be so hasty. Let us start with the fingernails, then the toenails. Won't that be exciting?" Without warning, he brought his heel down upon the man's knee and wrenched him back up off the floor.
Nothing got his blood flowing quite like a bit of sadistic torture.
Anything else: N/A
