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Elit Skyo

"Lighten up! Thoughts like that will only slow you down!"

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a character in “Survival Academy: While Dragons Rule”, originally authored by FinalHope, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name:

Elit Skyo

Age:

19

Sex:

Male

Image:

Image

Nationality:

Japanese (But raised in the United States)

Policy:

Tamer

Strongest subjects: (sciences/mechanics/medical/art/history/cookery/languages/etc)

Elit is, in truth, a man of science. Like his father, an estemed medical researcher and docter, he had a fasination with medicine and the human body. If it didn't include science or chemicals, it usually went through one ear and out the other. Though he learned very little about these subjects before the meteor struck the Gulf, that didn't stop Elit from presuing what he loved once he and his mother reached the Academy. As he grew, Elit became quite skilled at creating medicine and healing wounds.

Description:

Elit stands at about six feet tall, give or take a few inches. His physique is slightly muscular, exercising often when he's not messing with chemicals or studying at the academy. Elit's hair may appear a dark blue, but it's actually a glossy black shade, light reflecting off it to give it the blue hue. His eyes are a deep shade of green, his right eye closing tightly whenever his face is exposed to the cold, biting wind. Elit has a series of long, jagged scars across his back, due to a unfortunate encounter with a dragon on his journey to the Academy. The large scars are also mirrored in his jacket, stitches lining the outside of the holes.

Personality:

Though his interest would say otherwise, Elit is a cheerful and perky individual, on the outside. He often tries his best to let people see the lighter side of things, to draw their minds off of more downcast thoughts. In truth, Elit uses this as a mask to hide his own grieving side of himself who is still weeping for his father. By helping others, it keeps his mind off of his own dark thoughts, though no one knows this is the reason why he's so bright when humanity's future isn't. If you know him well enough, he'll open up a little, giving you a glimpse of his true feelings. Try to push further and he'll close himself off, remaining silent for days at a time. Once he recovers, Elit will go right back to being his normal, cheerful self.

Back story:

Elit's linage does come from Japan, but Elit never learned to speak his native language because he never grew up around other people who spoke it. When his father was called to the United States to help manage his ever growing medical research, he took along his wife and Elit, only two years old. They settled in a modest house near Chicago, where his father's lab was located. Sometimes, Elit would incompany his dad to see what he did for a living, becoming fascinated by the complex science of medicine. At six years old, Elit was constantly pestering his father about what he was researching and why. He never failed to have an answer, but Elit never failed to have a question when he came home.

Elit was nine years old when the meteor struck. He was in the backyard, talking to his father one the phone when the tremors struck. They were unlike anything he had experienced in his short life. Elit simply stood where he was, too frightened to move has he listened to his dad experience the same tremors in his labratory. Luckily, his mother managed to grab him before they fled, running for the nearest shelter. All this time, Elit was simply listening to the rumbling of the earth through the phone, hearing his father's last moments as his research crumbled around him. Then the line went dead.

Ten years later, Elit still feels the drowning sadness that he felt on that day. He may appear happy and stable, but looks can be decieving. Elit didn't blame the dragons for his father's death, he didn't even blame the meteor. He just wished he never heard his father die.

So begins...

Elit Skyo's Story

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Character Portrait: Simon Stawski Character Portrait: Lily "Talon" DiNusco Character Portrait: Elit Skyo
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"GAH! I'm up! I'm up!" Elit shouted, awakened from his sleep by a loud knock from the door that opened to the chalet he was stationed in. A number of other students near him began moaning and stretching, obviously woken up from his outburst. Not wanting to be blamed for the other's discomfort, he quickly threw off his cover and sheets. hoping from his bed. The cold air motivated him to rush to the boy's bathroom, dragging along his change of cloths for the day in his wake.

As he combed his hair, brushed his teeth and did any other minor adjustment to his person that was required, Elit mentally kicked himself for not waking up earlier. He'd be damned it he missed Dragology class! Simon Stawski was the man he looked up to, besides his mother and his ten-year deceased father (may God have mercy on his soul). It was the highlight of his days, giving him debates to dwell on and problems to solve. What was more mysterious in the world than a dragon?

Coming out the bathroom, his clothes hastily thrown over his body, Elit spotted a girl at the doorway, speaking to whoever knocked. Hadn't he seen her open the door and go lay back down on his way to the bathroom? Stopping himself behind her, Elit sucked in a sharp breath when he spotted who was outside. Simon Stawski.

"OH! S-Sir! How n-nice of you t-to come with a wake up call...!" Elit was sure that his cheeks were turning a bright red color, only imagining how terrible he looked with his hasty outfit.

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Character Portrait: Simon Stawski Character Portrait: Wolfgang Schaffer Character Portrait: Lily "Talon" DiNusco Character Portrait: Elit Skyo Character Portrait: Richard Maxwell
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#, as written by shmband
Simon looked at Lily through narrowed eye the first time she answered the door, and said nothing. Clearly the girl's brain had not yet engaged, and there wasn't too much point making a great effort until it had. He stepped into the common area of the apartment, and noted Richard sitting on one of the couches reading a book. Simon nodded in acknowledgement towards him. He should probably have offered him some semblance of congratulation for being proactive enough to not only be awake, but also studying. As it stood, it suggested that Richard had been up longer than Simon, and had therefore put him to shame, and therefore no action or remark was desireable.

And then Lily was back out of her room again, giving some more like a 'correct' answer this time. He nodded towards her, and again said nothing as she ran off to the bathroom. The initial flurry of activity was encouraging, but for all the noise not many faces emerges. Simon closed his eyes and shook his head. There were so many battles to fight, and the good guys were losing on every front. Dragons vs the human race. Ragtag students vs me. The desire for coffee vs the probability of there being time to get any before class. Etc vs etc.

He opened his eyes as Elit addressed him. "Yeah peachy isn't it." Simon said gruffly, "Not a wake-up call I'm afraid...or at least if it is it's a wake-up call to all of us to pull out socks up and try taking this a bit more seriously. Well...almost all of us..."

He threw a smile over at Richard at that point. Not an entirely pleasant smile, but half 'good on you for setting an example' and half 'damn you incorrigible know-it-all for making us all look bad'.

And then Lily appeared once again, this time with a bit of life in her it seemed and that endearing - no wait, make that tiresome - gleam in her eye.

"You thought that huh?" he said, "Well I thought it was man's right to get up in the morning, walk down the street for coffee, and then get on the subway, go to work and talk to his colleagues about the weekend's Maple Leafs game. But you know what's true? Sometimes, things happen than challenge what we think. So..." at this point he raised his voice so those still in their beds could hear "...is anyone else coming or shall I just arrange for the pork chops to be sent up when they're ready?"



Wolf raised his head of the pillow at the sound of something being called out from the living area. Ugh...damn...have I missed breakfast? What the hell time is it? He looked across at his alarm clock, but realised that his view was obscured due to there being a CD case stuck to the side of his face. Raising a hand he flicked it off and looked at the time...and started to laugh. Missed Maths class? RESULT!

As quickly as he could manage - which wasn't very - he rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of cargo pants and a sweatshirt over the top of his bed t-shirt. Who was there worth getting scrubbed up for after all? Were there any nice looking girls in the academy? Hell...maybe...but they were the only girls he'd ever seen. For all he knew they could be butt-ugly by world-standards, and only seemed attractive because his sampling so was narrow. It was different when it came to guys of course, he thought as he looked in the mirror and tried to do something with his hair. Guys are just meant to look rugged, so in Wolf's mind he was pretty sure he was pretty drop dead stunning. The fact that he thought this whilst picking a bit of cilantro out of his teeth didn't strike him as in any way ironic...

Once he'd gathered enough balance, he hobbled out into the living area and raised a hand.

"Pah-yo-yo y'all." he said, "What's cookin'? Take me to class or lose me forever baby."

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Character Portrait: Simon Stawski Character Portrait: Wolfgang Schaffer Character Portrait: Lily "Talon" DiNusco Character Portrait: Elit Skyo Character Portrait: Richard Maxwell
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Richard closed up his book and set it down on the closest flat surface he could find, seeing that class was finally about to begin. He stood as the common room filled with lazy sleepy heads pretending to be students. He felt his patience already beginning to be tested with these people, and the day had yet to begin. He saw both Elit and Lily both awkwardly try to pretend to be model students, and he internally groaned as they both addressed the man entering as 'sir', as if this man deserved the same title as a courageous knight, or even as a world famous British song writer.

Richard acknowledged Simon's half hearted words calling for the students to take things 'a bit more seriously', along with his artificial smile in his direction, and he knew it was artificial, for no one was ever sincerely filled with pleasant thoughts when looking at him. He was not amused with his speech, and made no effort to return the smile, and in fact, effortlessly maintained his frown back at him.

"Nice words." Richard told the instructor. "But it would be nice if the actions matched. I'm just saying."

Richard knew he had a problem, namely, in showing respect towards people who don't deserve it. On an intellectual level, he knew that it was very important towards his survival to be liked, so that he wouldn't end up being the first one eaten when things got desperate, or to be the one left behind when they'll all being chased by dragons. But on another intellectual level, he knew that if his life was ever dependent on any person currently standing in this room, he would be doomed from the start, so why make any effort to be liked?

He moaned internally once again as another student arrived, another person that he would not trust his life to. He seriously doubted the survival skills of anybody who would make up their own words to use as a greeting when there were already several other greeting words he could've chosen. What does Pah-yo-yo even mean? It was like a secret code with no solution, exactly the kind of thing that would bother Richard all day.

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Character Portrait: Simon Stawski Character Portrait: Lily "Talon" DiNusco Character Portrait: Elit Skyo Character Portrait: Richard Maxwell
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Immediatly, when Lily went back to confront Richard, Elit recent straight-backed manner disappeared, sagging as he released tensed sigh. Running his hands over his clothes to smooth them slightly, he decided to lean against the door from to the right of Simon so he could watch the exchange. If it came to blows, though Elit seriously doubted that Richard would resort to such measures, he still wanted to be in a somewhat ready position so he could get between the two.

"Listen, bud," Lily said, her lip curling into a snarl, "just because you're some freaky super-human who doesn't need sleep, doesn't mean you can trash-talk your superiors." To get her point across, Lily jammed her finger into his chest, not quite hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to attempt to receive some sort of reaction from Richard.

"So, suddenly, it's a super human ability to get up before noon?" The American questioned, causing Elit to smile openly. This guy never ceases to amaze me with his wit. Elit thought. "I'll take it. I'd prefer super human to lazy any day. And just so you know, I would never trash talk my superiors, as you put it. Unforrtunately, I don't appear to have any superiors in this room, whatsoever."

This last comment caused Elit to grind his teeth slightly, his hands folding across his chest to hide his clenched fists. Elit wasn't one to allow such feelings to enter his thoughts, but saying that infront of Simon Stawski? Did he not have the decency to keep such comments to himself, or was he intentionaly trying to get under both Lily's and Simon's skin? The dude sometimes really puzzled him.

"Well, there may be no "superiors" here," Elit brought his hands up to quote "superiors", "But some respect is in order for the man who actually gets us thinking about the real problems in the world." Using his foot against the wall, Elit propeled himself from his perch and turned to walk out the door, giving a half wave to the three. "I, on the other hand, have plenty of respect for you, Mr. Simon. If you don't mind, I'll be making my way to you're classroom now so I can have some time to look over some content before the class actually starts. Later!" And with that, he made his way through the lobby and around the corner, disappearing from the three's view.

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Character Portrait: Simon Stawski Character Portrait: Wolfgang Schaffer Character Portrait: Lily "Talon" DiNusco Character Portrait: Elit Skyo Character Portrait: Richard Maxwell
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#, as written by shmband
Simons' straight face didn't budge at Richard's surprising comments. The boy's contempt would have been more troubling if he actually had other options of where to be. But in truth, the cynicism wasn't entirely unjustified...especially considering they were about to walk into a class where the teacher - namely, himself - knew hardly more about the subject matter than any of the students. All he had was the teaching material compiled by the real professor of dragology (Simon still had trouble accepting that as a real 'subject'...or even a word for that matter...), this mysterious 'Areev' guy who very rarely showed his face.

The confrontation between Richard and Lily left Simon feeling bemused. He couldn't entirely understand what would lead his students to stick up for him, or why he didn't feel more patronised that he should even need them to come to his defence. But it was endearing in a way. Or was it more a statement about the fact that they had such a small pool of adults in their lives that they attached themselves to the ones they had in spite of the glaring inadequacies? A bit like Stockholm Syndrome...

"How about we hold those thoughts guys," he said nonchalantly, "and get to class where attitude and backbiting might at least earn you a decent grade."

He acknowledge Elit as he passed, marking that out as the cue for them all to get going. Didn't look good if a student you'd come to get out of bed still managed to get to class before you. He also acknowledge Wolf with a nod. It wasn't an amazing turnout, but perhaps other students were elsewhere. Not that there was a huge complex of amenities which they might be off enjoying...which was ironic considering the entire campus was supposed to have been the site of the Olympic Games.

"Come on guys," Simon said, stretching his shoulder back and clicking his back slightly, "let's go change the world one paper at a time.



Wolf grinned dopily while the brief argument took place. Richard was someone he had no particular beef with, apart from the fact that he didn't know what the guy was talking about half the time. Richard was cerebral whereas Wolf was more hands on...but at the same time Richard had ideas...and ideas needed to be implemented...and Wolf was an implementing kind of guy.

Lily's performance, on the other hand, he thoroughly enjoyed. There was definitely something attractive about the redhead giving the smug guy what-for. But even if he hadn't been too tired and hungry to think of something to contribute to the discussion, he felt at this stage it would probably have been in his interests not too anyway.

"Alright let's go!" he said enthusiastically.



The classroom was in a seperate building to the residences, across a bleak, gray courtyard of concrete and asphalt, with several stone benches and unfinished stalls. Doors led off to other areas of the academy, including teaching blocks, the cafeteria, the faculty block and the administrative offices. Simon Stawski's classroom was on the second floor of the teaching block, and the walk there took them across the courtyard underneath the equally gray, amorphose sky. The ash layer in the atmosphere left by the asteroid strike had still not entirely cleared, and the sun's light was dispersed so widely that it was almost impossible to tell it's position. It was the same most of the world over, though in other parts of the world that same haze was often the murk within which resided danger and terror. In the skies over the academy, it was simply a reminder of the plight of the world, for no Dragon had been seen so far north in the Americas in years. As the ash layer thinned over time, it was expected the climage would warm and the dragons' territory would increased. The Academy would not be a haven forever...

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Character Portrait: Simon Stawski Character Portrait: Wolfgang Schaffer Character Portrait: Lily "Talon" DiNusco Character Portrait: Elit Skyo Character Portrait: Richard Maxwell Character Portrait: Charlotte Kniepmann
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As they crossed the courtyard, Elit pulled his coat tighter around himself, unable to keep chills from running up and down his spine. That was the drawback for him here at the Academy- it was always cold. Bone chillingly cold. Snow flakes bite into his unprotected face, his cheeks and the end of his nose turning a bright red color. Though Elit still looked cheery and uneffected by the swirling mass of whiteness, inside he was grumbling and cursing every step of the way across the courtyard.

Approaching the elevator, Elit bounced on the balls of his heels to keep from freezing in place, willing the elevator to move faster. You'd think they'd make machinery at a location where the Olympics might have been held go somewhat faster. As it opened, Elit paused when the doors slide to reveal a man in a suit that had seen better days.

"Professor Stawski I presume?"

"Even he." Simon replyed, gathering himself. "Were you looking for me or...?"

"Yes yes," the man answered impatiently, "I just wanted to let you know that I'll be giving todays lecture personally."

Well, this is an odd turn of events! Elit was surprised that this man, whoever he was, would simply come across Simon and put it to him that he'd be taking over his class. Unsure why, whoever this was seemed familiar to Elit, related to Simon's teachings somehow. Now why could that be?

After the two men exchanged a few more words, Elit leaned towards Simon and whispered his question, "Um...sir? Who is this man? He seems familiar, but I'm afraid I've forgotten..."

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Character Portrait: Simon Stawski Character Portrait: Natalie Ellis Character Portrait: Wolfgang Schaffer Character Portrait: Elit Skyo
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#, as written by shmband
Wolf turned to see where Lily darted back too, and almost slipped on a patch of ice himself in doing so. He quickly righted himself and tugged at his collar, as if releasing a fresh dose of dignity back into his system. Sheepishly he pressed on and noticed Simon, Elit and a third guy stepping into the elevator. The third man...well, he seemed a bit the 'the man', only crooked and dishevelled and quite possibly evil.

Cool.

He looked back and saw the girl with a really neat accent he'd seen around the chalet a few days ago...Natalie was her name. She was Australian, Wolf was Austrian...in his mind that practically made them family. He held back a little and walked up to her, holding his hand out much as Lily had. And since the introduction he'd given to Lily was fresh in his mind, and he'd been quite happy with it (even though it had apparently resulted in her running off to talk to Richard) he decided to give it another go.

"Hello Natalie!" he said, "I'm Wolf, I like addressing my hunger, finding ways to connect things and discover what kind of music people hate without having to ask."

He grimaced at how it sounded out loud...it had worked a bit better in response to Lily's approach rather than a spontaneous introduction. But oh well, it wasn't like he could suck the words back in...though for Wolf that would sure be a useful ability at times.



Simon stepped into the elevator alongside Areev, who didn't move in the slightest to accomodate anyone else, but stayed obstinately standing in the middle of the elevator. Says a lot about the kind of person he is, Simon thought, expecting everyone to arrange themselves around him.

He looked across at Elit and considered how best to explain. A formal introduction would probably best wait until the class was all assembled, so he kept it simple for now. "He's a researcher here at the academy." Simon replied. It was technically the truth. Areev wasn't a teacher...was it correct to say he was a scientist? Probably. He was known to have a doctorate in something or other under his belt, but the reality was Simon didn't know precisely what it was that Areev did. Simon didn't know, because Simon wasn't of a high enough grade to know. The Academy's board was run from far away, and told the teachers what hoops they had to jump through. But he knew that there was a lot more that went on that he or any of the other regular teachers knew about. Which, he supposed, should be a positive thing. The world was, after all, counting on the academy to figure out how the human race was to survive. Perhaps shrouding parts of it in mystery allowed people to foster hope thay they were developing a secret weapon in the basement or something that would swat hundred of dragons out of the sky at a time.

Fat chance of that.

He waited until everybody was packed into the elevator, and hit the button for the second floor.

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Character Portrait: Simon Stawski Character Portrait: TErrence "Bjorn" Tronjheim Character Portrait: Wolfgang Schaffer Character Portrait: Lily "Talon" DiNusco Character Portrait: Elit Skyo Character Portrait: Richard Maxwell
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Terrence made his way outside, bunching his shoulders against the cold as he made his way to the elevator. First he noticed A girl with red hair talking to a guy he had seen around the academy a few times, and knew from just seeing how he interacted that he was a intellectual type, and not all that nice of a guy, and currently, the girl in front of him looked like she was about to cry.
Terrence sighed and kept an eye on them, but sighed again, this time relieved when the girl attacked the young man with a hug before walking towards the elevator, slipping on a patch of ice and leaving the guy confused before he too made his way to the elevator. Just before Terrence reached the doors, they began to close, so he one of his arms through the door to stop the automatic shutters. Once they reopened, he stepped through and realized how crowded it was, but turned his head to the others behind him.
"Hey", he said, offering them all a friendly smile. He had seen most of there faces before and also noticed the girl he had sat beside on the couch in the main room.
Excuse me." He heard the guy from earlier say to a man in a rather unkempt suit. "I heard you're taking over the class today. Why is that, and why do you feel yourself so qualified to teach us about dragons?"

Terrence sighed and looked back to the front, hoping to block out any ensuing arguement.