Name:
Elijah Peralta

Nickname:
Eli

Age:
24

Gender:
Male

Role:
Male Guardian

Likes:
-Conversation
-Sparring
-Children
-His sword
-Eating
-Sleeping

Dislikes:
-Silence
-Senseless Murder
-Reading
-Criminals
-Studying
-Wearing glasses
-Liars

Skills:
-He’s able to talk for quite a while without stopping.
-Proficient with his sword and hand to hand combat

Appearance:
Being a man who doesn't like to waste time grooming, Elijah finds it easier for him to just allow his hair to grow out. Normally, his hair will be at his neck, brushed back with his fingers. He rarely finds time to shave, so normally he has a chin full of stubble. Eli's eyes are a deep blue, tints of green visible in the right lighting. When he smiles, the dimples in his cheeks are clearly visible. If he were to stand he would be only 5'10" but he doesn't let his height discourage him. He has eye glasses that he doesn't like to, or necessarily need to use, unless he's reading. While being lean, Eli has muscles on him, a toned build from hours of rigorous training. On his back and stomach are several scars, most of them x's but the other's just random markings. Eli normally wears a simple shirt under his leather vest that he uses as his 'armor', the thick leather protecting against some blows, and plain brown pants and boots. Nothing of particularly too much value. His sword is always on his hip and he hides a small dagger on his ankle for emergency's sake.

Personality:
Elijah was often compared to a dog. Some of the people in his life insist that he reminds them of a dog. Like a dog, Eli always seems to display his emotions for just about anyone to see. When he’s happy it very much shows, much like a dog wagging it’s tail. It is easy for him to grow attached to someone, then to become fiercely protective of them. He is extremely loyal, mainly to The College which promoted him to such grand ranking as Guardian. Unlike a dog, it is so very easy for Eli to hold a grudge, he really isn't a forgiving man. He tends to carry around weights that he shouldn't have to, emotional burdens he picked up, somehow blaming himself for almost everything gone wrong in his life, and sometimes even in other people’s life. It is always a ‘what if’ excuse he uses. Eli tends to get so buried in the past from time to time that he can sometimes hardly even recognize what the present is. Continuing with the comparison to a dog, Elijah has a mean bite to him, and after being pestered for too long can lash out. Luckily his tolerance for his annoyance is rather high. It’s almost as if Eli can’t stand any silence, he has to fill in any gap with his own words, it isn't that he doesn't want to listen, he just likes to hear something rather than nothing.

History:
Elijah lived a rather simple life as a child. It was poor living but he couldn't even tell, he was just a happy kid. The family consisted of his father and mother, two older sisters and one younger sister. His father worked as a merchant, always buying and selling almost anything that caught his interest. His father would bring home the most fascinating items, and every birthday his father made sure that there was at least one present. In Eli's younger years, his father was drafted for the military. For some reason, his father wasn't afraid at all. At least he didn't let his children see he was afraid if he was. It was a scary time, where war plagued all parts of the land, some of the enemies even coming into the village, taking supplies and sometimes even people. Whenever this was the case, all Elijah wanted to go was confront the men that stole from his land, just as he knew his brave father would. But he could not, with his mother constantly keeping him and his sisters in the attic in the face of danger. Being an ignorant boy but thinking that he was the man of the house merely because there was no other male in the house, Elijah once escaped the attic, going to confront the three men that pillaged his village. His only means of weapon was a slingshot his father had given to him before he had left. And Eli took the stones from the ground and flung them at the men, hitting one man, the surprise of being hit knocking him off his horse. Elijah had felt like David taking down the mighty Goliath. But he had forgotten about the other men. One of them held Eli up by the back of his shirt, the other recognizing him. "Ey, isn't this the boy in the picture from that man's wallet? The one we killed?" Eli was dumbfounded for a moment, his father? Dead? Killed by these very men? The boy struggled against them as they held him down, his anger fueling him. They laughed at his screams as they cut into his skin. Just deep enough to scar him. They let him go, but just before he could run off, one of the men, the man he knocked off the horse, grabbed him, whispering into his ear, "Kid, you might think we finished but we ain't, we're gonna come after you again, we're gonna come in the middle of the night. All you're gonna hear is nothing, den we're gonna end you, just like we did you're Daddy dearest." The man shoved him to the ground, getting on his horse and riding off with his two other friends. Eli ran to his house, going right up to the attic and crying in his mother's arms like the child he was.

Really, even as a young boy, Elijah should have known that the men were just filling his head with threats, but it stuck with him. Subconsciously, the thought that silence would bring the men frightened him. None the less he wanted vengeance on the men. He wanted them to pay for marking him. For killing his father. He was scared for a while, but after a while he realized he was more angry than anything else. When he enrolled in The College, his only real goal was to gain enough skill to one day meet again and then slay the three fiends he had met that one day. But that wasn't what he learned in The College, and after six years of his studies, he found that he wasn't all that angry. But he also found that if he ever met those men again, he might very well murder them.