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Eliot Lukas

"For the love of all that is pure, just call me Luke."

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a character in “Mental Institution for the Supernatural”, as played by fallout539

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It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light.
-Aristotle




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Name: Eliot Derek Lukas
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Nickname: Luke. He prefers this to his birth name.
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Gender:Male
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Age: 18
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Species: Light Mage
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Personality: Eliot is a rather peculiar young man. In some respects, he's light, funny, and great to be around. In others, he overthinks things, and generally becomes bland. This only happens in situations where he can't afford to spend brainpower on being witty and fun. Rarely will he go into this state, but since he's been in the Institution, it has happened more frequently. Eliot has a forked tongue when needed, however.

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Likes
Piano music -
Headphones -
Small animals -
Writing -
The color yellow-


Dislikes
Coffee -
People who think they are better than others. -
Tight spaces -
Really dark colors -
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Fears
The dark unnerves him. -
Eliot is afraid of being isolated completely. -
Eliot is also afraid of betrayal -




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Power/Species: As a mage of light, Eliot's power consists of controlling light. He can create barriers from the waves of light, as well as focused beams. Eliot can perform minor healing, but only on others.
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Time at Institution: Eliot has been at the Institution for about four weeks.
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Love Interest: None, at the moment.
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So begins...

Eliot Lukas's Story

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Character Portrait: Mariah Saunders Character Portrait: Jessica (Jez) Hye Lee Character Portrait: Eliot Lukas Character Portrait: Felix Ichancar Character Portrait: Annaleah Harris Character Portrait: Floyd "Greg" Sarrasen
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Few people at the institution actually knew who Death was. To most, she was just a nurse who was around a lot more often than the others. She was the doctors secret weapon, they thought that they controlled her. It was funny actually, since she was the one who planted the whole idea in their minds. But, they were men, she would let them have their way for now. When it came time they would see that, well they never had any leverage on her and really, they couldn't have stopped her if she wanted to kill them all right then. Don't worry, she didn't. The patients in the institution were important to her, especially one man. Unfortunately she had gotten here a little too late, and most of them were already brainwashed. There was still a select few though, that she had hopes for. Two mages, two werewolves, a shifter, and a vampire.

There was another man too, but that was something a bit different.


Currently, she was walking the hallways and knocking twice on each door, as per the usual morning wake up call. They all had about ten minutes then, to get up and get ready before heading down to the breakfast hall. After breakfast they were free to do as they pleased until lunch. Though instead of going back to free time, after lunch they were paired up for one on one. Usually the mages were put together, then the werewolves. Since there was currently only one shifter and one vampire, they were paired up. This was the time they got to sort of bond, talk about whatever. Though they were encouraged to talk about their recent 'episodes', in case they thought they were actually supernatural again. They always sent one of the nurses or doctors to sit with the "special" case, Galen Blare. She was usually quick to volunteer, since she had long since deemed him the one that she would corrupt. It was her goal to remind these creatures that they weren't normal.

Knocking on the last door, she turned back around and headed towards the breakfast area.

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Character Portrait: Eliot Lukas Character Portrait: Death
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Luke stirred from his sleep once the usual two knocks came. Another glorious morning in the frickin' loony bin. Even though it had been four weeks, Luke still questioned why he was here. Sure, normal people don't say they shot light out of their hands, but it's not like he was a psychopath. But, he'd simply let it go about a week ago. There wasn't any way he was going back to California now. His family had given him up willingly, in hopes he'd "get better."

Luke rolls out of bed, slipping on some shoes. He takes his hair tie, and makes his little tuft of hair in the back of his head. Luke wears his hair messy all the time, so no need to fix it. Luke opens the door of his room, and steps out into the hall. Doctors pass him by as he walks to the dining room. Maybe they'd have something decent today. Of course, it wasn't the food Luke looked forward to, but the socialization afterwards. Luke enjoys talking to Annaleah, who he was usually paired up with. They seemed to have similar incidents, so Luke feels like he can identify with her more.

Once he makes it to the dining area, he notices he's one of the first. A nurse was there, a familiar one at that...Castiel, was it? She was the one that talked to that older guy here. Dismissing the thought, Luke sits down at a table, awaiting the arrival of others.

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Character Portrait: Jessica (Jez) Hye Lee Character Portrait: Eliot Lukas Character Portrait: Death
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Jez was already awake when the same knock rumbled her white room; she was curled up into her blankets and the hunger that rumbled deep throughout her body was completely unstable right now. She could no longer go without food anymore; Jez has been here for about ten days now, and each passing day, she made it more than loud and clear that she didn’t want to be here. At all. When she arrived here, she could barely stop crying and screaming; the second day, she went on a hunger strike and had to have the nurses literately drag her out of bed and into the kitchen. When it came to ‘sharing’ her day with the boy, she remained silent.

Though, instead of causing a ruckus this morning like the previous mornings, she hopped out of bed and stumbled towards the door; her stomach protesting and complaining to her body. As she opened the door forcefully, Jez’s body jerked forward, obviously falling forward but catching herself by hanging on the door knob. She held her empty and growling stomach as she made her way down the hallway, running her hand through her tangled and releasing a sigh. Damn, even though she was a vegan, Jez could have sworn that she could eat a freaking elephant. Upon her arrival to the cafeteria, she could already see that the main nurse and a boy were there; both of their names slipped her mind due to hunger.

Jez plopped down lifelessly, resting her head onto the cold table; her hand stretched out in front of her as she began to grumble protests- speaking mainly to her arguing stomach. Her hair fell from her shoulders and rained along her back as she released an aggravated sigh from her lips. Jez’s eyes closed and she could almost imagine herself at school, with her friends as they talk about the latest dream they all had that involved space pirates and sea-daemons. Though, when her eyes snapped open, she was still here; still in this sucky place. Sure, it probably would’ve have been as dramatizing if she was failing, or had no future, but she did. In fact, her plan was to become a lawyer- and with her grades and luck, she was actually accepted into Harvard- that’s right, Harvard! Now what, she’s stuck in this damn place after some freak accident of her turning into a ginormous man-eating dog- which, for the record, she sworn was what happened- with everyone thinking she is absolutely crazy. Well, there goes her future. Down the shitter.

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Character Portrait: Jessica (Jez) Hye Lee Character Portrait: Eliot Lukas Character Portrait: Death
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#, as written by Grrbot
I woke up with a headache. I sat up and hunched over. I was not ready for the day. I was never really a morning person... I always liked the night... The night was mysterious and crazy... Spontaneous and Wonderful. I got up, finally noticing my stomach was howling in pain from lack of food. I felt like if I didn't eat anything I'd be sick... Yet if I did have anything I would still be sick... I reassured myself though that everything would be better once I ate. I smoothed back my greasy hair. I needed a shower, dearly. I hadn't had one in a couple days. I yawned as I walked over to the door. The routine was to get your butt out of bed and head downstairs to breakfast. I walked down the hall and headed to breakfast.

I walked into the dining room spotting Jez was it? And I believe the boy's name was Luke? I gave them a silent nod, acknowledging them... Even though I was stuck here with them didn't mean I had to talk to them or be ignorant of their existence. I walked to the far end of the table, hoping to avoid conversation. I saw Castiel... I grinned and gave her a smile. She was odd but I managed to give her a smile, the most I could offer someone in this place. "Whats the Sludge today?" I asked, trying to amuse myself.

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Character Portrait: Mariah Saunders Character Portrait: Jessica (Jez) Hye Lee Character Portrait: Eliot Lukas Character Portrait: Death Character Portrait: Galen Blare (real name unknown)
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The two knocks were a welcome interruption to Galen's morning. For the past eight hours, he had stared at the wall as still as a corps, barely even breathing. he was not even sure if he was breathing at all, or whether he had even blinked once the entire time. Of course his psychologist would insist that he was breathing, and that he had to have blinked. but Galen had no memory of either, which he found odd considering he remembered everything. He had done this every night for a week, and did not feel the least bit tired. His Physician said that he suffered from an advanced form of insomnia, but he would fall asleep eventually. Galen was not so sure. He felt as if he never needed to sleep. So when the two knocks came, he jumped off of the bed, and all but ran out of the door. He hated that room with a burning passion. Mainly because he had to sit in his bed and stare at the wall for eight hours every night.

When he saw Castiel, he nearly smiled, wanting to be glad to see her; that oh so familiar face. But then he remembered. this was not the woman he loved. His psychologist had been extremely adamant about that. Galen's fiance died several years ago in a car accident is the middle of a storm. First, he went into a psychotic depression, and convinced himself that his fiance did not die, but was death itself. He came up with an elaborate story that told of him first dying, then meeting a beautiful woman named Death, then finally becoming immortal. He had immersed himself in this fantasy so deeply that he had a full recollection of the past 6,000 years of history. This was easily explained by him having a masters degree in world history. Even now after three years of intense psychological therapy, he struggled with the memories, and had to constantly convince himself that they were fake. Now he was at a second phase of the fantasy, which he was at least becoming more realistic, and was projecting his fiance onto this woman, the only new employee since his arrival. Every time he looked at her, he wanted to wrap his arms around her, and hold her, swearing to never let go again. In fact, this was exactly what he did the first day he laid eyes on her at the institution. But after that, once they had pried him off of her and somehow forced him into a straight jacket as he was mercilessly attacking anyone who laid their hands on either of them, he slowly accepted that she was not his love. Even now, just like with the memories, he struggled to convince himself that she was someone else. A stranger whom he had frightened and possibly traumatized. He then wondered why she was always so eager to be the one to listen to him during the conversational therapy. he theorized that she was developing Nightingale Syndrome, but then remembered that he was the one with the mental illness. Not her.

He grimaced as he walked past her, nodding politely as he headed to the cafeteria. if sleeping hours were his most hated time of day, then meal time came in an extremely close second. The problem was just as he never felt a need to sleep, he also was never hungry, or thirsty. Even when he refused to eat, he never lost energy, and was never dehydrated. He only ate because his psychologist insisted that he was subconsciously willing himself not to feel the symptoms, even though they were there. The Nutritionist said that he was malnourished, and on the verge of starvation, but he never felt any different than normal. When he did eat, it was because something tasted good, not because he needed to eat it. He slowly made his way through the serving line and got the minimal amount of food required, while at the same time as many pancakes and sausage links they would give him. He sat down in the back corner of the room so he could see everyone who came in and out of the room. Another psychological problem he presented. He displayed all of the symptoms of a shell shocked soldier with 20 years worth of PTSD. But the problem was that he was never in the military, or experienced anything even remotely similar. He was a Wallstreet business man, his stress was all papers. nothing physical or traumatic, other than his Fiance's death, which he already suffered separate symptoms from.

And such was his life. Confusion, self deception, mystery, and chaos. He glanced around the room to the other patients. Most old, but a few new. He was mildly interested in them, all suffered something similar as him. They thought they were magical or unnatural creatures. Oddly enough, he always knew what each of them were when he saw them. That one is a Wearwolf, Vampire, Elemental, Harpy, Fox, ext. Of the new ones there was a Light Mage, Werewolf, and Vampire present. The others would most likely arrive shortly.

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Character Portrait: Aiden Williams Character Portrait: Jessica (Jez) Hye Lee Character Portrait: Eliot Lukas Character Portrait: Felix Ichancar Character Portrait: Floyd "Greg" Sarrasen Character Portrait: Death
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Aiden flinched awake when the knock sounded on his door then groaned, he was finally able to get some rest after a whole night of tossing and turning. Actually he doubted that he got any rest at all, because although he kept counting invisible sheep and the temperature of the room was a little cold, but otherwise manageable and even though the mattress was alright too -not too hard but not too comfy either, he felt like it was filled with tiny pebbles and each position his body took was more uncomfortable than the other, he kept imagining invisible eyes staring at him from everywhere in the dark, he heard the faintest of sounds that were probably made on the other side of the globe, and only by the time the sun rays were seeping in through the curtains, was he able to slowly -the agonizing kind of slowly- fall into the embrace of shallow slumber and his brain had finally calmed down and recognized that his body was terribly drained.
He sighed and kicked his feet off his bed. He felt tired, sluggish even as he tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes, there was a ringing noise in both of his ears that he tried to shake off, he'll probably need coffee to be able to fully function today, he yawned and stretched his arms over his head, 'make that a LOT of coffee.'

By some miracle he managed to make his way to the dining area without falling asleep on the way, he rubbed his eyes again and bit back a mighty yawn. Most of his fellow prisoners were here before him it seemed, there was Greg sitting by himself looking a bit grumpy 'nice to know that I'm not suffering alone', the New Guy and Jessica where sitting at another table, he also spotted Galen, Luke, Mariah and the nurse Castiel.
He ran a hand through his hair and sighed again, I hope we don't have to do this whole socializing thing again. He let out a snort at the thought of "socializing". He then walked to Greg's table and took the furthest seat away from him and placed his head with his arms as a cushion on the table then closed his eyes.

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Character Portrait: Aiden Williams Character Portrait: Mariah Saunders Character Portrait: Eliot Lukas Character Portrait: Felix Ichancar Character Portrait: Annaleah Harris Character Portrait: Floyd "Greg" Sarrasen
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"Good morning"
Very slowly, and most certainly reluctantly, Jez opened her eyes a little, the light of the cafeteria rushing into her vision and causing them to close instantly. She jerked upwards once more, and rubbed them lightly as if she was still tired- which she was for the record- and looked up at the person who had just confronted her with the friendly greeting. To Jez’s guess, it was, indeed, a guy; the gender which she isn’t compatible with at all. He was a slender yet lean boy, who was practically four inches taller than her; which, from the school she went to, was a rarity. In fact, now that she looked around the cafeteria- which filled up quickly to her disliking- half of the people here where taller than her, minus one or two guys and girls.

He was probably the first person to actually speak to her- or at least from she’s knowledgeable of- and probably was new since she hadn’t seen him around. As much as she wanted to say hi back, even in this situation where a friend would probably be her greatest achievement, Jez couldn’t bring herself to actually say the words to a guy.
Her mouth slowly opened, as if she was going to say something but it closed quickly and before she knew it, her head shot down towards the table. She bit her bottom lip to try to hide the embarrassment of her incompetence to speak to a boy; with the sudden embarrassment and shock, a slight blush stained her cheeks and the anger was only drowned out by the rumbles of her stomach.

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Character Portrait: Eliot Lukas Character Portrait: Castiel
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Castiel looked up to see someone coming near her. Just like she always did, she immediately checked the person to try and determine their intentions. It was a silly thing to do, in a place like this. And it wasn't like they would get far if they tried to attack her, well unless they remembered how to use their powers. That actually might have worked in her favor- she could test it later. Anyways, hundreds of years of war taught her to be careful no matter who she was being or what she was talking to, and she was usually always on her guard. Though the boys smile was reassuring, and she allowed herself to relax slightly. It wasn't like any of the patients were especially violent anyways.

It did disappoint her though, when she watched Galen Blare- she never just called him Galen -walk in and barely glance at her, he almost looked disgusted to see her. Of course it hurt, but the same soft expression stayed plastered to her face. The first day she had been here, Galen Blare had thrown his arms around her and not let her go. It was so hard to not enjoy the moment with him, so painful to have to try and push him away. Shaking her head to dismiss the thoughts, she looked back up at the boy who had spoken to her. "The usual. Eggs, sausage, pancakes, everything in between," she made a mmm sound, as if pretending it actually sounded good, before playfully rolling her eyes.

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Character Portrait: Mariah Saunders Character Portrait: Eliot Lukas
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"I'm sure it's five-star quality." Luke says,over hearing the nurse tell a girl what was on the menu, and chuckling to himself. He gets up, heading to get his food. The dining area had filled out, the residents socializing. Luke smiles, really looking forward to talking with the others. It was pretty isolated here, and no matter how much they complained, everyone needed to have some form of interaction. No need to actually go insane here. As Luke got his pancakes and other foods, the subject of his own status popped into his mind. He wasn't insane, was he? He had burned that piece of paper back home like a child burned bugs with a magnifying glass. He smelled it burn. Felt the paper. Alas, these subjects never came up with a valid answer, so like always, Luke pushes them into the back of his mind.

After taking a seat, Luke takes a moment to scope out the room. The kids had begun to talk to each other, and Luke decides he better get with it. He'd have enough time to talk to Annaleah after breakfast, so he wanted to talk to someone new. However, that feeling you get when you have no idea who to sit with at lunch sets in. What if they just ignored him? Luke looks around some more, seeing the girl who he believed to be Mariah sitting at the table, not talking to anyone. Most likely because she didn't want to. She had acknowledged him and Jez when she entered, though...

Deciding to take a chance, Luke sits near Mariah, but not too close to her. Just enough to be able to talk without shouting. Then he realizes that it was her that asked about the food, and smiles as he gets his ice breaker ready. "So, on a scale of one to ten, how good is the sludge?" Luke asks, then realizes how horrible that really was. Oh well, first impressions never usually went well. Hopefully Mariah would stick around for a few more seconds. Hopefully.

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Mariah didn't pay much attention to what others said... She kind of zoned out, focusing on a spider that was crawling along the table. She took her fist and squished it right as a boy sat next to her. "So, on a scale of one to ten, how good is the sludge?" I looked over. It was Luke. "Funny guy." I chuckled looking down at the squished spider guts on the table. "Its about... Hmm actually there is no place for it on the scale because it sucks so bad." I give him a smile. "Your gonna love it... It has mystery meat and other unknown products which should be banned from stores... In other words its crap." I laugh... "So your Luke? Why'd they send you to the Loony Bin? Errr Institution..." I said, looking down as my hands played idly.

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Luke jumped back a little when Mariah smacked the spider, but laughed anyways. "Yeah, I can agree with you there..." Luke said, poking the pancakes on his plate. They looked as dry as the desert. Mariah asked Luke why he was here. He gives a sigh. "Well, five weeks ago, I was in my room with a piece of paper, back in California. Something in my brain just kind of...clicked, and I focused on the paper. A ray of light shot from my hands and ignited the paper. Of course, they say I imagined all that. I know I didn't, but I don't dare try again while I'm here. I will eventually, though. Why are you here?" Luke asked, glad that Mariah was talking.

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"Yeah, I can agree with you there..." Luke said, poking his pancakes. "Well, five weeks ago, I was in my room with a piece of paper, back in California. Something in my brain just kind of...clicked, and I focused on the paper. A ray of light shot from my hands and ignited the paper. Of course, they say I imagined all that. I know I didn't, but I don't dare try again while I'm here. I will eventually, though. Why are you here?" he said. I smiled when he mentioned it. "You really wanna know?" I asked, my face close to his. "My teeth had been changing for a couple weeks... One day they were sharp like fangs... People started to think I was obsessed with vampires or something and called me a freak... And then I finally had the craving for blood... I almost killed the most popular girl in school.... She was such a brat... She would've deserved it." I laughed, looking back at him. "You think I'm crazy? Don't you?" I ask, focusing my eyes on him. "I promise I won't drink your blood if your wondering." I said, giving a shy smile.

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Luke laughed a bit. "Crazy? We're in a mental institution for people who think they're supernatural. Isn't it like, a requirement to be crazy to get in here?" Luke smiled and added, "That is pretty cool, though. The first thing I thought of when I burned that paper was how I could light my boss' hair on fire, so I guess we're kinda on the same page when it comes to what we'd do. I don't think you'd like my blood, it's sugar free B negative." Luke said, hoping to get some footing in the humor department. He was an executive of the department, and made quite a bit there. At least, Luke liked to think so. Luke focused on Mariah's teeth as she smiled, and he noticed that there were indeed sharper canines there. It made Luke wonder again if what happened to him, and everyone else, was real...