Profile:Erendriel's family is a rather highly prestigious family of pure elves, though not so uncommonly high class when among other elven families. Eren's parents, however, are not actually his parents. His father's brother had fallen hard into love with a Doll and had produced Eren. The Doll had passed away, however, and his biological father didn't have it in him to raise Eren or even stick around to be in his life. And so, the father gave Eren to his brother, asking him to raise Eren. Eren's uncle (his now foster father) agreed to this due to Eren lacking most of the traits of a doll, outwardly. And so, Eren's biological father disappeared, leaving Eren in the care of a rather elitist family.
When Eren was left in their care, he was still a very young infant and had not yet opened his eyes. When he did, the pupils of a doll's shocked them. They had been hoping that the doll traits have skipped Eren. But regardless of the impurity, the family still raised Eren, though very strictly.
He was expected to excel at magic and studies, expected to get straight As. It was never a "good job" when he did, however, as much as it was just the normal. Fortunately for his foster father and mother, they soon had other children, pure blood children. And so, not as much expectation was put on Eren's shoulders. He was only expected to not bring them shame.
Eren grew up distant. He knew he should be civil to all races, although not overly friendly. But he also knew he was not a pure blood elf. He enrolled into Enoch house, as the rest of his family had been when they had been in the academy. As a freshling, he is more quiet and reserved, though eager to be invited to try new things. He would never take the initiation of trying those new things himself, however. When he became a junior, he learned that he could have friends without too much complaint from his family, as long as it was as distant friends. That personality continued on like that through senior year, though he shirked away from other elves.
He currently attends Leviathan University, as expected of all children in his household. He plans on majoring in Healing Magic and wants to become a doctor, though he's not sure which type at the moment. He really wants to learn modern medicine but since his family expects a career that deals heavily in magic, he ignores that desire.
He likes trying new things and meeting a variety of people but despite liking this, he won't usually do it. He's rather paranoid about things getting back to his family and bringing shame to them. (Note: They're not as strict as that but he doesn't even toe the line and so, assumes most things as shameful). He also likes sweets, though he's very careful about eating them every now and again.
What he dislikes is being put in hard situations. He has the elf loyalty to his family and, despite wanting to do certain things, he knows he shouldn't. Such as going to a Slaugh party or dating a demon. He is curious, if a bit prejudice, against these types. And the curiosity does lead him to stare at slaughs, demons, and other weird races or hybrids. He also dislikes hot foods, messes, and heights.
Event that affected him:Quote:
He had finally did it. He had gotten a perfect score whereas his foster siblings did not. He beamed proudly, excitedly showing his parents.
His father looked at the grade, his permanent frown in place. His mother looked over his shoulder, expressionless. When his paper was handed back, Eren was waved away. He walked out of the room, careful not to run in eagerness. The disappointment wasn’t there. His heart swelled.
His brother went into the room and Eren paused outside the door, biting his lip. He shouldn’t listen but… the curiosity coursed through him, planting his feet to the ground. And so, he stood there, leaning against the wall, waiting to hear what was said.
”You’ve scored lower than a half doll,” his father growled after a long moment. Eren’s heart had been hammering in excitement. Now it froze.
”I expect better of my children. My pure children. Go.” His father’s voice was cold and low. His sibling came out and noticed Eren standing there. His expression darkened, eyes glittering with hate. His gaze was always hateful but… never this much. He swallowed thickly, shrinking against this wall.
His mother soothed his father in quiet tones that didn’t reach Eren. He could probably hear better, if the blood wasn’t rushing so much in his ears. He turned away from the room, darting as quietly as he could to… to… well, to the garden. He needed air, fresh breath. He couldn’t breathe. He had always thought that maybe, just maybe, it was just a favoritism towards his siblings. But no… it was disdain towards him.
Observant :: He spends a lot of time watching, rather than doing. Would a situation make things hard for him? What would it be like to be friends with this or that person? How would a party be like? Since a lot of the things he won't actually go out and do himself, he watches a lot and, with the amount of watching he did, he's learned to pick up on quite a bit.
Educated :: Because of a lot of time spent by himself, Eren studies quite a lot. And strives to make perfect grades, whenever he can.
Faults: Insecure :: He knows he's not a pure blooded elf. And because of this, he's more than likely not to make eye contact, since the evidence is in his pupils.
Dependent :: He can't pull away from his foster family's expectations. Because of this, most of his decisions will be based on what they would think as shameful and what is expected of him. I hope to roleplay him to overcome this fault.
RP Prompt: Prompt 4
A smart-mouthed peer just told your Nightmare that they're a failure to their race. How do they react?
A failure to his race. Huh. Eren stared blankly before dropping his gaze, shying away from locking eyes. He didn’t need to be told that. He knew it already. He knew he was impure. Dirty, his siblings has once told him. His blood was dirty. Dirtied by a race that didn’t even wield magic.
But… it hurt, nonetheless. And Eren was shocked by this, unsure what to do with this feeling. He had heard it in the past before, sure. But each new person that uttered that he was a failure, each new person that saw into him, was like a fresh wound. Or rather… a poorly healed wound that rips open each time. He was trying his best to be what was expected of him. Good grades. Good at magic. Good friends. Good university. Soon, a good job. He would try to be everything that his foster family wanted of him.
But he knew it wouldn’t be enough. The look of disappointment when he lost a mark on a grade from his father was obvious. Eren knew that expression too well. They never said anything, whether good grade or bad. Well, as bad as a non perfect score could be. But their silence when it was less than perfect was deafening. The expression said it all.
The way his family, the ones who raised him, avoided looking into his eyes too long also spoke volumes. If they weren’t making eye contact, the could almost forget that he was impure. But the recoil and poorly hidden disgust when they did meet his eyes never allowed him to believe that he was equal to a pure elf.
But he so badly wanted their approval. To be accepted.
Sighing, he gave a wry smile, rubbing the back of his head. This wasn’t anything new. This shouldn’t hurt like it did. He thought his foster siblings had worked out the effect that hearing he was a failure had on him. But apparently, not.
”I’m sorry,” he murmured civilly, inclining his head. His heart ached but he would put on a face. Civil. Polite. Unaffected. He inclined his head good mannerly and turned away, measuring his steps out so he wouldn’t run like he felt like doing.
He felt sick.
