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"i'm a walking travesty, but i'm smiling at everything. "
therapy - famous last words - the stigma (boys don't cry) - have faith in me - hopeless - january rain
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F U L LXN A M E
Elliot Matthew Fox
N I C K N A M E S
Ell (only by those closest to him), Foxie (often mockingly)
B I R T H D A Y
May 21st
A G E
26
R O L E
The Outcast
S E X U A L I T Y
Bisexual (male lean)
E T H N I C I T Y
White
H O M E T O W N
Gravity Falls, Maine
H E X
#202136
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H E I G H T & W E I G H T
6'2", 160lb
A P P E A R A N C E
Elliot has simultaneously changed significantly and not at all since he left Gravity Falls. He's grown up in the eight years since he left, growing into his features and appearing less gangly and awkward than he used to. His style is less "depressed emo kid" now and more "mature emo adult", but it's still distinctive. But when one looks closely enough, he hasn't changed that much. It seems that he changes his hair every few months at this point, constantly changing length and colour, but at the moment he's back to a similar, if slightly shorter, style to what he had in high school. He usually keeps his arms covered either with long sleeves or a collection of bracelets to hide the scars. He's picked up a few new tattoos along the way. He's got a lighthouse just above his left elbow, a floral design on his left forearm, the word alive on the outside of his right wrist, and a small astronaut on the right side of his ribs. He's got a few piercings as well: most notably his tongue, as well as two helix piercings and his tragus in his left ear, with his daith and a single helix in his right.
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L I K E S
Dogs - Music - Playing the guitar - Playing the piano - Live music - Coffee - Physical contact - Alcohol - Rock music - Adventure stories - Cinnamon - Lemonade - Lazy mornings
D I S L I K E S
Tea - Blood - Cigarettes - Beer - Spiders - Being cold - Hospitals - Nightmares - Preachy people - Heights - Overly manufactured pop music - Horror movies - Being pitied
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To his fans and to the greater world, Elliot could not be further from the closed off, scared teenager he used to be. He’s full of life, full of energy, able to hold a crowd in the palm of his hand for a full set and beyond. He’s commonly regarded as one of the nicest guys in rock at the minute by his bandmates, his fans, and other artists. He adores what he does, and it shows in every single aspect of his life. He’s been searching for a purpose for so long, and he’s finally found it. He’s determined to give back every ounce of what he’s gotten from music and from his career. So he gives advice to unsigned artists, he signs as many autographs as he can, he’ll take as many selfies as the fan wants. He’s a firm favourite to interview in with a lot of music journalists because of how at ease he is, how he brings his charm and his sarcastic sense of humour to every interview, while also bringing honesty and a feeling that they’re really getting to see the real Elliot Fox.
That said, Elliot is incredibly private about his early life, and most of the people around him don’t know about the things he experienced growing up. When he dodges questions, he managed to do it in such a way that he still gives a semi honest, satisfactory answer that doesn’t reveal everything. It isn’t that he’s trying to pretend it didn’t happen. He knows that didn’t work out so well the last time. It’s more so that he’s still trying to unlearn a lifetime of hiding things, of pretending that everything’s fine. And, well, there are some things you just can’t speak about.
But deep down, Elliot still struggles. He was told that he's likely to never be able to come off his medication, even after a course of intensive therapy, because otherwise, he's at serious risk of a major relapse. By all accounts, he's doing better. But “better” is relative. While, yes, Elliot was in a considerably better place than he was, he’s far from perfect. He still has horrific nightmares about what happened, and there are days when he struggles to get out of bed. The difference is now that he can manage those days better, but there are days when he feels like he’s on the precipice again, when the numbness begins to seep in again and threatens to take a hold of him even with his meds. And he knows that going home is probably going to do nothing to help that: but he can count the amount of times he’s been home in the past seven years on one hand, and something is calling him home. He tells himself that he finally wants to confront his demons, literally and artistically, but Gravity Falls might just have too many shadows for him to handle.
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H I S T O R Y
Elliot’s childhood was practically perfect right up until that fateful night. He wasn’t the best kid academically, but he seemed to try, and he had a natural talent for music. He picked up both the guitar and the piano with ease. Unbeknownst to him, the cracks were starting to appear in his parents’ marriage, but it wasn’t a toxic or angry environment. Two people just fell out of love, and the separation was amiable.
But that didn’t occur until Elliot was ten. And when he was six, something much, much worse happened. He and his friends were exploring in the woods, as they often did. And that’s when they found the body. Except it could barely even be identified as a body. Elliot can’t remember how he got home, even how he got to bed that evening. He can barely remember even the week after. But something in his brain switched, and he acted like nothing had happened, like everything was fine.
Even when it became overwhelmingly clear that everything was not fine, Elliot refused to discuss what had happened. If it came up in conversation, he would either abruptly change the topic, or else apparently zone out until the topic moved on from that. He forcibly blocked it out. He dealt with the bullying in a similar way. The only reason that ever got dealt with was after they broke his nose and everyone, including several staff members, saw. For a while, it stopped. But it started again. It always did. All through this, his only salvation was music. When he got his first job in a music store at fourteen, the first thing he spent his pay check on was an electric guitar and amp. He started recording covers of his favourite songs and put them onto YouTube, building up something of a following. He never thought of it being an actual career. He never thought that far ahead. He saved his pay cheques, but he never knew what for. The future wasn’t a thing he envisaged.
Throughout his teenage years, his depression worsened to the point of being concerningly obvious to everyone around him. It only seemed to worsen after one of his best friends dropped out of high school when he was sixteen, and he withdrew further into himself, a living corpse. His mom, his dad, his friends, school counsellors, they all tried to get him to talk. Even his mom’s new boyfriend tried talking to him. Maybe it would have been easier to talk about if he’d been feeling anything worth talking about. But instead, it seemed like he felt nothing at all. All he felt was an awful, heavy, cold numbness.
He managed to pass all of his classes and graduate, to everyone’s shock. His parents thought maybe it was a sign he was doing better. It wasn’t. Ell was worsening day by day, just going through the motions of being a human. And then, one day, he realised that even music wasn’t bringing him joy any more. And at that point, he could only see one way of escaping the heavy, awful, emptiness. Only one way out.
That afternoon was the first time he felt a spark of anything other than numbness for years. And that spark was panic as he realised what he’d done and that he didn’t want his mom and her fiancé to come home and find him like that- to find him dead. So he called the only person he could think of. He called Eden in a panic to come help. They drove him to the hospital, keeping him conscious and grounded for the drive. He was kept in for almost eight weeks as part of an intensive recovery program, before being discharged home. A few months later, he got an email from a label rep who had seen some of his videos. He left Gravity Falls to go to Los Angeles to meet the rep. That fell through, but it was there he met the people that would become his band mates. Their singer had just left, and they were looking for someone and had seen and liked his covers. Elliot used all of his teenage savings to pay rent while they recorded a demo EP. He was expecting things to fall through, but he couldn't bring himself to go home. But it didn’t. They got signed, and their careers took off. Elliot’s only been home for his mom’s wedding and for a few Christmasses since, and he always spends as little time as possible there. But as they started the process of working on their new album, Elliot decided that he finally wanted to publicly address his depression in an album. And it felt right to give into the longing to go home to begin that process. But he’s just back, and it’s already starting to feel like more than he bargained for.
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O T H E R
For most of Elliot’s life, it seemed like weird things tended to happen around him. Things would break unexpectedly, when nobody was touching the object or even near it. It was written off as just another strange thing that happened in town.
Elliot was thirteen when it happened. He had been cornered by some of his bullies and dragged into a fight after school, for the purpose of publicly humiliating him for his weakness and teaching him a lesson for some minor transgression. Instead of fighting back, he tried to run. This made things worse. They attacked him and held him down as one of the others punched him.
And as Elliot’s panic and fear reached it’s peak, the boys seemed to be thrown away from him by some unseen force. While the force only threw the boys about a foot away from him and wasn’t strong enough to do any damage, every window in a ten metre radius was completely shattered and a metal pole was dented. It distracted everyone long enough for him to run away.
It was shortly after that point that the cold numbness that shrouded his entire teenage years sank in. Over time, people forgot the details and wrote it off as some freak incident, but the knowledge that Elliot was a “freak” persisted and worsened his bullying and isolation in following years. Elliot has no memory of the event or of things breaking around him more, as if his brain has forcibly blocked those memories.
T A L E N T S
Elliot is incredibly musical. It seems that he can play just about any instrument he picks up, and is incredibly talented at guitar and piano in particular. He can memorise pieces of music after hearing them only once and play them perfectly.
S T R E N G T H S
Ell always has time to listen to someone's problems. He admits to not being good with advice, but he's a listening ear. He's a hard worker and will always do his best with any tasks that are given.
W E A K N E S S E S
Despite being medicated, Elliot still struggles with depression from time to time and is impossible to draw out of his shell on those days. He's a perfectionist when it comes to his music. He still has a habit of ignoring his problems instead of dealing with them face on, even if it's one he's actively trying to overcome.
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