Theme Song: Fantasy - LAMA
GENERAL INFORMATION
Role: Aqua
Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Elf, Olly, Vier, Eleven.
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Love Interest: None.
APPEARANCE
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 116lbs
Build: Slim
Eye Color: Crimson Red
Hair Color: Liquorice Black
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: As for scars, Elven doesn't have all that many. He doesn't have the type of scars you have when you trip over, but he does have a scar on the back of his neck. Due to his hair being long, however, it is almost impossible to see this and even so, he tends to cover it up. Because he has pale skin, the scars show up as a darker colour, making them very visible. He has three piercings on one ear and on the other, he has an ear cuff in an intricate dragon shape.
Description: Elven's hair is a dark black, so much that his parents were considering calling him 'Night', but instead called him Elven. Usually, he cuts his hair to about just below his chin line, but he has also been known to let his hair grown out due to boredom and he's been seen with waist length hair in previous years. Right now, however, it reaches about halfway around his neck and his bangs are constantly in his eyes so he ties them up with a little bobble, or maybe a bright red grip. Sometimes, it's tied back in a loose ponytail, like when he's working. It's usually quite messy, even if it starts out neat in the morning. It covers his eyes so he can easily look around without people noticing. The bangs cover his face down to his cheekbones at the moment, but with a flick of the hand, it's out and his eyes are visible. When pinned back, the bangs which fell out frame his face. The boy cares about appearance, visibly so, but when it comes to his hair he can be as lazy as a sloth.
He is quite underweight, being 20lbs under the usual for someone his height and build, making him appear quite slim. He has quite a small frame in general and is a few inches under average height. Despite him not having many scars, he does sport many bandaged from falling over constantly. One thing odd about him is most definitely his ears. They have a strange, slightly pointy top which he had since birth, hence his name. With such a pale face, his red eyes and black hair really contrast, making every one of his features stick out and get known. He often wears glasses when he is reading, but otherwise he never touches them. His eyes tend to give away what he's feeling; if he's excited, they'll sparkle slightly, and when he's angry they'll look like a spark has gone off.
As for expression, Elven is generally quite quirky. Generally, his lips sport a small smirk and sometimes, he'll just lazily grin at people with a mocking look on his face and that tends to be enough to set some people off. The thing that shows the most on his face is fear. Fear is one of the only things that breaks through his mask of happiness and anger. It's rare, really rare for anyone to see fear in his face, but his already pale face can go a stark white and lose practically all temperature, as well as a scared or frightened glint in his eyes. No matter how much he tries to hide his fear, it shows almost instantly through his facial features, and even if he tries to smile, it comes out shaky and weary. So no, Elven isn't a good liar. His face gives him away.
Preferred Clothing: Elven likes loose and baggy things, yet he covers up as much as possible. Usually, he'll wear a jumper which is generally too big and maybe cover half of his hands at most, long trousers or jeans and often, a work shirt under his jumper.
MENTALITY
Oddities: Despite his personality, Elven tugs at the bottom of his jumper when he feels even the slightest insecure, despite having a sure look in his eyes. He has a lot of quirks, body language proving that he really doesn't feel safe or at ease with the current situation. Another thing is that he seems to char everything he cooks.
Skills: His overall skill was, for sure, art. When it comes to art, Elven is very serious. He'll blank out the world and just sketch or paint, whichever, and he'll become focused like a raven. The drawings he can do could be described as photographs when he wants to. His sketchbook is filled with page after page after page of landscapes, people, transport, everything. His photographic memory makes it really easy to draw things he's only glanced at, and make a perfect replica. But one mistake and it will be trashed, even if it's a facial expression. Other than that, he can play the piano to an extent, and has the 'skill' of breaking a phone within weeks.
Fears/Phobias:
Gymnophobia Fear of nudity.
Well, only in front of other people.
Dishabiliophobia Fear of undressing in front of someone.
This one is surprisingly quite extreme, to the point that he tries as hard as possible to cover his body with jumpers and coats, even during summer. Seriously, he'll take his coat off for you and that is it.
Topophobia Fear of certain places or situations, such as stage fright.
More of a fear which dragged on from childhood since he fainted once on stage.
Taphephobia/Taphophobia- Fear of being buried alive or of cemeteries.
Just a general fear of such things.
Virginitiphobia Fear of rape.
Again, mostly just a general fear, but this time he has quite strong reasons.
Somniphobia Fear of sleep.
Or rather, oversleeping. He has a constant fear when he goes to sleep that maybe, just maybe, he wont wake up.
Aichmophobia Fear of needles or pointed objects.
He's had this fear since an incredibly young age when a doctor asked him to put his hand out because she'll give him a present, only to stab the needle into his hand.
Agoraphobia Fear of leaving a safe place.
Call it paranoia, but Elven is always hesitant to leave his house.
Likes: Dogs, tea, the cold and family, jokes, finding things out, fantasy characters, sweets, counting things, coffee (the smell).
Dislikes: Anything physical, talking to people, having to order things, over sleeping, getting lower pay, coffee (the taste), not knowing something, people dying, anything bitter, stairs
Hobbies: Painting, drawing, sketching, anything to do with art really.
Personality: Politely insulting. That is the sentence which sums up Elven. Saying he had no manners would be like saying his blood red eyes were a wonderful shade of grey; his manners are a part of him and it's so obvious, it can be a right pain in the backside. He addresses others with 'Sir' or 'Madam', depending on the gender, of course. Always, he'll greet someone formally whether they are the closest of family members or an acquaintance he met the day before and almost never allows himself to drop his manners unless the situation calls for a different approach. Even the way he stands is refined, and he doesn't let himself slouch or alter his posture as he feels it rids him of the self-confident air which follows him around.
However, having incredibly good manners does not mean you are kind in any sense of the word. Blessed, if you'd like to call it that, with a quick wit and a sharp tongue, sarcastic insults roll off his tongue like water tumbles down a waterfall. He tends to offend people by lacing these insults into his sentences like it's nothing, yet Elven only applies these short, snappy comments at people who annoy him in any sort of way. Peppy people slot into that category along with salesmen and people who try to make conversation without an inch of confidence in them.
Even though he tries to keep his emotions bottled up, Elven sometimes just snaps completely and drops the manners, instead resorting to informal slang and acting more like a rebellious, trouble seeking teenager. When this happens, he'll usually show off a lot more anger than usual, and maybe shout a lot more and a lot louder. That's just how he is, but it's generally hidden behind a thick cloud of silence. Despite having such a large personality, Elven like to keep to himself and say as little words a possible to lead a somewhat ordinary life. He stays quiet as a mouse, perhaps due to being a shy little tyke in the past or perhaps due to his developing hatred towards all people. Soft smirks are a trademark of his, after all, and he likes to grin outright when people are just being plain stupid.
One unexpected thing is how much he can drop his mask under the right circumstances. Yes, he is a but of a jerk and likes to laugh at the misfortune of others, schadenfreude, if you will, but he becomes unnaturally insecure when it comes to the matter of clothing, or rather, the lack of said item. If he takes his coat off, he tends to become a tad bit fidgety, biting his nails and pulling down on his jumper as much as possible, despite keeping up is menacing demeanour. When it becomes too hot to wear jumpers and he has to take off his last layer of 'protecting' clothing, leaving him in a white dress shirt, he gets ridiculously nervous, even undoing his bangs so he can hide behind his jet black hair like a meek little mouse. This side of his is rather cute since he stumbles over words and says nice things for once, even complimenting people!
Despite coming off as one in favour of order, his whole room is a mess of art supplies and old newspapers.
COMBAT
Preferred Weapon: Elven has a katana style sword and he is quite experienced with it.
Power(s):
Hydrokinesis - Control of water/liquids
Nephokinesis - Control and creation of vapour
Atmokinesis - Control of the weather (somewhat)
Abilities:
Arctic Kiss It's simple. Elven touches you, and that part of your body literally has all the blood in your body turn to ice. After a few minutes, the effect starts to spread, and even he has no idea how to get rid of it. The attack becomes intensified if he kisses you on the hand or something with the intention of freezing you.
Typhoon Wave If he extends his arms towards you in a sort of hugging manner while using his powers, run. A giant wave will be gathered of all the liquids around him, and it's heading your way.
Crystallus Latin for 'crystal'. Elven's personal name for this attack. He's not too sure what happens, since he blacks out every time he uses it, but it creates a barrier of ice around him, and fills the entire area outside with water.
Paradise Explosion A clap is all it takes to conjure the water, and a flick of the wrist sends it your way. The water comes spiralling out of Elven's hands, at a high velocity. Towards your face. Now, given the fact water at high pressures can cut through steel, you should dodge this, for the sake of your face. . . .
Nympha Latin for nymph, or bride. He summons a body of water, but right now, he doesn't even know this attack exists.
Exhalatio Named after the Lating word for 'exhale'. Put it simply, Elven breathes out a warm vapour, filling the room/area around him.
Non Faciunt Latin for 'don't'. This is more of an intimidating attack, but Elven conjures a thick mist around himself which darkens over time.
Rain Yes, a simple name, but it just makes it rain, really. Wow, that one was hard to explain!
Fighting Style: He likes to act cool in battle, so mostly, he just jokes around, defending himself and others around him. However, if he does have to fight, he's more of a speedy and agile one. Usually, he'll go for close up combat with his katana while defending himself with his powers.
HISTORY
Relationship Status: Single, but considers himself in eternal love with someone.
Family:
Mother & Father - Agnaes and Johannes Junes
Elven doesn't know them, due to the whole 'adopted from birth' part. It is unknown if they are dead or alive.
Aunt & Adoptive Parent - Amore Tacitra
His aunt who was suddenly handed a baby Elven seventeen years ago. She seems like a strict woman, but Elven looks up to her and she makes a good motherly figure, even after the incident. Most certainly alive.
Uncle & Adoptive Parent - Gamion Tacitra
A man who was appalled at his sister abandoning her child and welcomed the boy. He's a relaxed and carefree man who loves Elven like he was his own child. Elven, however, treats him more like a little brother, which aggravated him. Alive.
Cousin & Adoptive Sibling - Nympha Tacitra
Nympha is the girl who Elven considers the first and only love he's ever had. She, at first, treated him as annoying but they eventually became close. Deceased.
Cat - Kasper
A black coated cat with green eyes. He has the same attitude and personality as his owner, unfortunately, and only listens to Elven.
Personal History/Background: Elven was never a normal child. His parents had named him and then ditched him on his Mother's brother's family branch. Even now, Elven believes they names him at the very least so no one would think them heartless and maybe make it seem like the runaway couple actually had a few problems to deal with. In spite of this, Elven never really got hung up on an invented family. He never believed his parents would just sweep in and change his life completely or anything, something he'd often read about in stories. Not caring earned him respect at school, since he would just laugh at the teases, and with that respect came a small amount of friends.Â
Maybe the reason why the boy never clung onto something so unrealistic was because his family was just perfect to him and he had his Aunt Amore, his Uncle Gamion and his cousin Nympha. Elven cannot remember the days where she was hostile to him, as they were few and far in between. The girl always treated him as an annoying younger sibling and to Elven, she was really the light which shined and brightened up his day, heck, his year!
It was love. Yes, the sort of love a young boy had for his mother when he would ask her to marry him, but he still loved the girl dearly. Being a youthful child, he always showed off his devotion for her by hugging her on sight and even telling his whole class that he loved her when the teacher asked about family. He could easily state such things and though the puppy love wore off as he aged, the remains left behind were still admiration and adoration.
It was when he was eleven, however, when his admiration turned into pure awe and respect when she saved his life, and his dignity, in one evening. He had been lead away from home. Elven had always been told to steer clear from strangers, but this man wasn't a stranger. In fact, he was a good friend of his Uncle's, who told him his sister had to stay home and he was charged with taking him home. While the man edged him on to talk about his family to keep him at ease, Elven started to notice that the way they were going were pretty odd. He stopped and questioned the man and he'd lost it, venting his anger on the boy and almost having his way with the child. Well, until a round kick, a few punches and a fatal grip made the man seize up. Nympha had yelled and shouted at Elven, blaming him for being stupid and not just walking home alone or with friends. No matter how much she shouted, Elven was sure she didn't give a damn about those things since they'd both cried on the spot.Â
A few days later, they were interviewed by the police. They'd turned up at the door and demanded to ask a few questions about the two children who'd allegedly beat up a man in his middle ages. Elven's adoptive parents had been shocked, having not been told of the event at all. "Yeah, I beat the bloody pulp out of that man. That's what happens when you try to have your way with my baby brother after beating the hell out of 'im." Nympha had said and everyone was shocked, though Elven was for a different reason. She'd called him brother.
But his parents were worried. He had no visible injuries, but when he took off his jumper to show the officer his own wounds, almost his whole body had been bandaged. As his adoptive-parents asked why they both lied, Gamion had noticed the fish tank freezing up. He'd quickly covered it and urged the police to leave since they were upsetting Elven, who responded quite in cue by crying on the spot. They left and Gamion kept the fish tank incident to himself. Elven continued his life, yet his sister trained him in sword fighting everyday with a katana she called "Finale". Elven called it "Sister". He became introverted, almost, and started wearing clothing like it was absolutely vital to wear a coat in the summer.
It was months later before the family went through anything life changing. It was a weekend, a day when they all should have been home, but Elven, Amore and Gamion went to the nearest shop to grab up some supplies. They'd returned to the sound of a terrified crowd on their street, before the smell of smoke wafted through the air and the horror began to set in. While his adoptive parents were being blocked by people, Elven rushed into the burning house, desperate to find, or even better, not to find and to see later, his older cousin. He found her, sure enough, lying on the floor. Her body was charred, she wasn't herself. Her beautiful red hair, a common trait throughout his whole family, apart from him, was burnt and the smell of burning skin hung in the room. Elven passed out at the very sight, yet he managed to rid his sister of any fire around her while unconscious.Â
Elven woke up to having nothing. Yes, he had his family but not the most vital part. He had a home but it was vacant of laughter. He was alive, but she wasn't. His beloved cousin, the one he'd loved like a sister, the one who'd saved his life in many more ways than one had fallen into a deep slumber. While the boy suffered pretty bad burns, he was able to go home in a matter of days and none of the wounds scarred, apart from two small ones on his index and middle finger on his right hand and a straight-ish burn around the back of his neck.Â
For weeks afterwards, an icy mist hung over his entire room, the place he rarely left. He lay there for as long as he possible could, and though his parents were mourning his sister, they tried keeping Elven close. He stayed locked up until a kitten jumped on his face, literally. One day, he'd decided to open the window since he found it hard to breathe, and a small kitten had landed on his face.
He hadn't been fazed, not at all really. This aggravated the attention seeking kitten and the kitten looked at him arrogantly. He tried shooing it away but it looked so self confident, so selfish yet attention-seeking and adorable. He named the cat Kasper, a name Nympha liked immensely, and began going out more and more. He took the cat everywhere while building up his current personality, sometimes having moodswings which caused him to gather a thick mist around him or even ice. Eventually, things returned to a somewhat normal stage, though it was many years later, six to be exact.
OTHER: He and his cat could be twins. Literally..