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Basics___
Name: Elijah Nolak
AKA: Eli, Elijah
Age:
Ethnicity: Mostly unknown, carries distinct similarities (especially in the eyes) to those of the Durem Mountains and Sepsu Caves.
Preference: Women


Physical___
Height: 6'1"
Body Build: Elijah has a medium heavy build. He's not to the point of bulky or large, but he's no light weight either. Well proportioned.
Hair: Silky black and fine with cowlicks on the back of his head to make it lay forward. Has slight sideburns on his face. He has horrendous bed head, and it sticks every which way expect where it should.
Eyes: Pure black with only a slight rim of white. On a rare occasion they'll have a little flicker of purple as he uses a specific power.


Apparel___
Accessories: Cigs and a neck shackle. Why the neck shackle? It looks cool. C'mon. He's a giant behemoth man with deep black eyes. He's obligated to play up the piss your pants scary routine (until he opens his mouth and then you learn he's not all that bad). he also carries a lot of bandages in case someone gets hurt *cough*Azzie*cough*
Style: Very dark and black. He's got a military shirt he bought some years ago that's of a durable quality, a sort of easy wear armor. On his arms are long metal like sleeves. At the very bottom are sharpened spikes, like claws. His pants are belted, going with that scarry look, but he actually rather likes them. Boots. Black. Durable. That's pretty much it. Sometimes he'll go nuts and like, ditch his shirt.


Attitude___
Quirks: While Eli is rather quiet, he's got his opinions, and if needed has no problem expressing himself. He enjoys playing up the bad a** scary routine, but pretty much sucks at that sort of anti-hero sort. Just not how he was raised. Friendly and wishes to help others. Has a weakness for a damsel in distress. His word is his law, and if Eli tells you he's going to do something, he's going to do it. He's trustworthy and reliable. Doofus when it comes to romantic relationships, though. Kissing, whaaaaaaaaaaaa?
Hobbies & Likes: Kicking a** and taking names, exploring, trying new things or new foods, helping out others, saving the day (ttly a hobby bro), smoking, starry nights/full moons, playing flute, fishing.
Dislikes: Hub-bub of big cities, being told what to do, not being listened to, smoking (eh, catch 22 this one is), women who did the bad guy routine and attempt to climb in his pants... not that this has ever really happened, but God that'd be awkward. Desert Delicacy: Crunchy Scorpion Scampi.


Battle Stats___
Weapon: Hand to hand combat mostly coupled with the use of his spiked sleeves.
Skills: Slash attacks and Jab attacks mostly. He's also very proficient in the first aide category, thanks to his brother's heedless 'run in and get the s**t kicked out of me' attitude. Hell, he might actually become a nurse later. Other than that, he has these oogy-boogy powers, unexaplained, that allow him to summon a sort of ghostly reminder of the past. With their knowledge doubled, they can easily dodge attacks. He's rather pious too and often uses that to give blessings out.
Weaknesses: Stubborn with plans and butts heads with others, thinking he's got the right way to do the job.


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History:
Theme Song(s): Roar - Treat
In Your Honor - Foo Fighters
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