______Basic Information Name: Elliot Clove
Age: 20
Sexuality: Heterosexual
So he thinks
Gender: Male
Race: Human/Oracle
______Personal Information Biography: Oracles. Portals of the Gods, prophetic counselors, cursed beings...Through the centuries, societies views on Oracles morphed and changed to fit the beliefs of the times. In today's modern world Oracles, people like Elliot are rare and often scoffed at but lucky enough to still retain safe havens where they are protected, even worshiped. Or at least that's how it should have been for Elliot...unfortunately the fates weren't to kind. Twenty years ago Elliot was born to a priestess named Pythia. Said to be the descendant of the Goddess of Divination. Out of her eight sisters she was the youngest and they were all priestesses of a temple hidden in the mountains of Budapest. Rumored to each hold Goddess like abilities and gifted with the power of prediction. People would travel far and long to seek their help, bringing offerings in hope of appeasing them and incurring a positive fortune.
For years, they lived peacefully in the temple, their lives devote to the Gods, leaving them with little knowledge about the outside world, about life. Their origins and life before the temple were shrouded in mystery, leaving people to speculate and create rumors. Some said they were actual Goddesses, some said they were witches and should be executed. Some said they were cursed, agents of the devil. Some said they were angels, messengers of God himself. But in actuality they were simply girls, gifted with abilities not even they understood. Forced to live their lives in seclusion.
Pythia was always more curious than her sisters, sometimes sneaking away from the temple to play in the meadow nearby. As the years passed and she got older, becoming a young woman, she began to want more out of life. She didn't want to rot away in a temple anymore. She wanted to be normal, like every other girl out there. This was the exact conversation that lead to her first real fight with her sisters...
"Seriously Pythia! I've told you time and time again to remove those foolish thoughts from your mind!" Pythia frowned at her eldest sister Lydia and angrily flipped her dark locks over her shoulders. "Why? are you telling me you've never wondered what it would be like?" she whispered fiercely "Never wished to know something beyond these damn walls!" A gasped sounded behind them and they both jumped guiltily and whipped around. Caria, the second oldest, stood a few feet away looking mortified. "C-Caria.." Pythia stuttered out. The redheads features darkened and in a few quick steps she was standing before Pythia. "I can explain-" A loud smack resounded in the room as Caria struck Pythia across the face. "Shut up!" she sneered, "Stop trying to spread your poisonous thoughts. Grow up! you're not a child anymore and I don't need your immaturity spreading to the others. Clean up your act or I'll throw you out myself!"
"Stop it!" Lydia cut in, her gray eyes sympathetic as she looked over at Pythia's tear streaked face. "That's enough..." A broken sob slipped past Pythia's lips and she ran out of the room, out of the temple. She didn't stop running till she was in her meadow. The only place she'd ever felt truly safe, happy. She was breathing hard from exertion and anger. She needed to cool off, needed to be one with nature and let it embrace her. She peeled off her robe and jumped into the lake at the bottom of the meadow. A few minutes later she surfaced and came face to face with a man splattered in blood.
Her eyes went wide as she quickly slapped her hands over body, trying desperately to cover herself. Even though she was blushing up to her hairline she still managed a haughty tone as she addressed him. "W-who do you think you are? This is sacred ground! Y-You could be executed for being here, leave now!" she demanded. He scoffed and stepped forward, making her notice just how large of a man he was. He towered over her 5'4 height painting a daunting figure. "Do I look like a man who fears death?" and he was right, he was well built and carried himself like a man who had already conquered the world and wanted for nothing. She slowly shook her head in silent answer. He reached out and cupped her chin, his touch surprisingly gently. "For all I know, I've already died and gone to heaven...how else would an angel like you appear before me?" His voice was rough and deep, sliding over her body like unrefined satin. At that moment she had no idea that this man would be both her salvation and her down fall.
Two Years Later...
Pythia, and the man who she later found out was a warlord name Sebastian become lovers. She would sneak out to see him when he wasn't traveling to conquer other clans or hunting down rouge tribes. They fell for each other fast and hard but often fought about him wanting to take her away from the temple and her feeling obligated to not disappoint her sisters more than she already had. However, when she realized she was pregnant it was clear a decision had to be made. Though it was hard, it was clear that her sisters would never let her stay and they would never except Sebastian. She choose the night of a new moon to escape away with Sebastian knowing the moon weakened them so they'd most likely be going to bed early. Unfortunately that wasn't the case. Her sisters had found out about Sebastian and knew what she planned to do. They created a spell to entrap her in a prison of stone and one to erase Sebastian's memory of her. She was devastated, confused that her own flesh and blood would do something so cruel to her. Months passed and Elliot was born. The only tie she had left to the only man she ever loved. At least she would have that...but her sisters had no intention of letting her keep the child. They wanted to erase every trace of what Pythia had done.
In the middle of the night Caria disguised herself and went into the nearest town, delivering the baby to an orphanage. Pythia went mad with rage and summoned a demon to destroy the temple with her sisters inside. No one knows if they died or not but that was the end of the Oracles. Elliot, being carried into the world under such distress was cursed with misfortune. He passed from one home to the next, people disgusted with his unusual features and his slow growth rate. Being an Oracle he aged slower than the average human, still being unable to walk or talk at the age of four. Then his gifts started manifesting and being so young he was unable to hide it. He was called a freak, monster, and sent back to the orphanage. It wasn't until he was 8 that an middle aged man adopted him. He was older now and much better at controlling his gifts, he still couldn't stop the visions though and would zone out for hours until he was soaked in sweat and passed out. The man would punish him for these visions. Often sending him to his room or denying him dinner.
It wasn't until he began letting slip his foster fathers past in random conversations or accidentally telling the man his future while answering a question, that the punishments become more severe. The man would beat him for hours to "teach him control" his actions bred by ignorance. There wasn't a day that went by where Elliot wasn't sporting a new bruise. When he turned 17 the man passed away leaving Elliot to fend for himself. It didn't surprise him at all, he had known it would happen. What he found the most disappointing was that the man had never called him "son" never treated him that way. It was silly really, but Elliot yearned to at least once in his life experience what people called "A parents love".
He didn't do to bad, managed to scrap by enough to keep clothes on his back and his stomach some what full. He knew it was only temporary, he had long ago seen a vision of three man kidnapping him one night after work and stuffing him in a van. Of them bringing him to a place that was cold and filled with sorrow. True enough on his 19th birthday he was kidnapped and brought to the slave market.
Personality:Elliot is the observant type, never one to speak first or out of turn. In fact, he tends to avoid lengthy conversations at all cost. Preferring instead to give a quick nod or a one word answer. Most people misjudge him because of this trait, thinking he's just a quiet individual but the truth is, after years of peering into the past and future at any given moment Elliot sometimes has no control over whose secrets he may accidentally spill. Far from simpleminded, Elliot is intelligent and inquisitive, never satisfied with leaving a puzzle unfinished or a mystery unsolved. Of course, there isn't much Elliot doesn't know considering his nature but if he looks hard enough he'll luckily stumble on a mystery every know and then. Elliot is kindhearted and naive to most thing (innuendos and the likes usually go over his head). But his harsh past keeps him from trusting anyone and leaves him preferring his own company. His aversion to being touched can make him come off as easily scared but he's far from it. Elliot has long since forgotten the concept of fear or anger, having become slightly numb to stronger emotions. Elliot within himself is a puzzle, having long ago lost who he truly is. Whether or not someone can "awaken him" is a mystery...
Likes: + Being outdoor surrounded by nature
+ Painting, or any creative activity
+ Reading, can get lost in a book for hours
+ Solving mysteries or learning something new
Dislikes: + Small, dark places
+ Violent people
+ Being touched
+ Getting visions
______Availability Master's Name:Quinn Clearie
Willing to do PM rp: Yes
