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*Filename: StripeStealth
Name: Elliot
Gender:Male
Age:6

Skin Tone:Most of the time he stays very pale but when the sun shines and during the end of spring and summer he is spattered with a collection of brown freckles on his arms and cheeks.

BuildElliot is very slight and seems to have no fat at all apart from an chubby baby face cheeks.

Eye Color:Light blue gray but very human eyes.

Hair Color biggrin ark brown with white tips, but the white tips are by no means all at a level, in some locks the white comes up further than others giving it all rather an uneven and hectic look. Which really suites him down to the ground.
Hair Style: Elliot's hair is long and kept in no particular style or fashion that anyone can see it has just been let grow long, keeping itself straight if a little tangled, and sometimes he will hook it back in a low pony tail if he really needs it out of the way but most of the time he lets it hang loose just brushing it out of his eyes every now and then. And occasionally even tucking his bangs behind his ears in a girlish manner.

Non-human Parts: The first and most obvious thing you'll notice about Elliot is his mask, a mask which he can never remove or wash off, as black as pitch and surrounding his eyes like a perfect bandit although if you run your fingers over the mark it feels just like his skin with only the slightest fuzziness one feels at the end of your eyebrows as it blends from hair smoothly back to skin. Of course if there is any real fur there it can't be seen with the black mark on his skin blocking out and hiding all other blemishes. And this isn't the only place where he shows unusual signs, his hands are long fingers and his grip unusually strong, they look human enough though apart from the fact that they are black and covered in a velvet fuzz like his mask so he constantly looks like he is wearing gloves and small black claws are fixed where frosted white nails should be,sharp and curled for grip.
Last but not least he is fitted with a long tail. Stripped like a raccoons but slimmer and more flexible like a monkeys. Also connecting his long locks and his tail is a line of dark gray fur that travels along his spine from his hair to the base of his furred tail blending from brown and then to black at either end, (but is obviously mostly covered by clothing.)

*Colors: Elliot is made up of all earthy neutral colors, browns and grays, black and white and never anything to really make him stand out in that respect, and he is quite happy like that, he had learned at his own great cost what standing out can mean and maybe by wearing the dull colours he balances out his own wildly energetic personality.

Clothing: One word 'Dungarees' he lovers the denim covers since they are just so easy to put on and made of durable material which is defiantly what he needs with his kind of life style. Most are also shorts leaving his legs free to splash through water and cover in grass stains and scratch and dirty with great glops of mud.
Of course even if the plan is that not having to roll up the legs will mean the material gets less dirty doesn't always work as well as he believes , on the colder days he will wear a long sleeved top normally a brown or dark green in color. The rest of the time he gets stuck in shorts an t-shirt

Personality Overview: What drives this particular boy most is an overwhelming curiosity, a near physical need to stick his nose into anything and everything that presents itself to him with even the faintest hint of being anything that might prove of some interest to the boy as a result he has a pretty much non existent attention span. Chances are that you'll start talking to him and maybe he'll reply but break of in a sentence because something insignificant but new to him has caught his eye and is calling him to come see and touch if he can. He also loves to climb, trees and buildings both natural structures and man made, his sharp little nails always finding the cracks or flaws to help, and he seems fear less. Not just of heights but other things, curiosity overrides all over instincts even this one. Even when someone is shouting at him to pay attention or scolding him for running off he'll no doubt be more interested in watching said persons face become red with the heat of rage and laugh at their silliness than be cowed by it. Which makes him all the more infuriating, esspicaly to teach.

But bigger than any of these flaws and the one that gets him into most trouble is his slippery hands and itching fingers. Due to his old life and the tricks he was taught he is a habitual pick pocket. More out of habit than anything and the thrill one gets in lifting the poor creatures possessions from right under their noses. He is also attracted to anything that has a shine to it from gold watched to metal bottle caps. And more than one piece of jewelery has magically found it's way into his possession....yea magic. -cough-

But don't give upon the little rogue just let he has a few saving graces, for one despite his short attention span and maybe because of it he does pick up on things quickly and it actually a bright kid even if his general manner would leave most to believe otherwise. But then again it still has to be something he wants to pick up on or it will still go in one ear and right out the other.

Also he's a social little chap, he loves being around people, esspicaly children and he indulges heavily in all fun child activities, running, climbing, hide and seek, chase, he loves it all and he never seems to loose his temper or fight with others seriously, although the occasional play fight is not unheard of . He just always wants to be in the middle of everything and part of the action.

History: [before Faction S]
Unlike most of his fellows and the ones like him his mother loved him very dearly, in fact she gave up everything for the ball of black and white fur she birthed at the tender age of sixteen. Even before his birth his grandparents planned to have him given away. Determined their daughter could still lead a normal life, get married and have more children. But the mother would not have it, while she was still pregnant she ran away. And Elliot was born in a small hospice at the edge of town. The doctors and nurses all shocked by his apperance, but his mother fell instantly in love with him. She gave him his name and took him into her heart without question. Of course she knew that it was even less likely that he would be accepted by her parents now. The plan had been to eventually go back and try and persuade her parents to see sense and help her raise her child as she didn't even rally know who the father was, but now that was out of the question and with no money and still weak from the birth she got up and ran again.

The family of two settled in a city far away from his grandparents and here she raised him, taking a job as a waitress to pay for them Elliot was often left with the kindly old couple that were their neighbours in the small flat they owned. But it wasn’t enough. His mother was working herself to exhaustion and Elliot was beginning to explore the world outside mostly on his own. The other children in the area were half fascinated half scared of him and they ran from him as he chased after them thinking it all a wonderful game. Or Maybe deceiving himself into thinking it was. It was someone else entirely that noticed his agility, lighting quick reactions and the ease which he climbed most obstacles. An old con man and thief that had taken up residence in the area. Fergus O'tool. He easily attracted the naive child with promises and treats and started to train him. Pick pocketing mostly. A few housing thefts where he was easily able to wriggle into most any open window and lock picking (which he luckily never picked up very well). The con man even introduced himself to the boys mother. And he charmed the girl easily who had almost forgotten what it was like to be treated in such a gentlemanly manner.

Elliot’s mother thought him gods gift to her son, unaware of his occupation she thought of him only as an old man that could care for her greatest treasure. After all She had been hiding the sickness for years and when at last she let it, the illness took her over easily. And she was dead within a weak.
Fergus the con man was left as Elliot’s legal guardian. Of course there were tears shed the boy barley spoke or moved for weeks after, but Fergus coddled and comforted him through that darkest hour.

When the boy recoved somewhat the two pick pocketed their way out of the hovel Elliot had spent the first part of his childhood in. And it seemed they were on their way to greater things, but there was never to be a happy ending for the pair.
They had just moved to a new city and needed money desperately. Fergus already had his eye on a wealthy family and one Friday night he hoisted Elliot up and the boy crept in through the open attic window, tripping the silent alarm as he did. Within minutes the police where there. Fergus tried to run but was caught along with his young protégée , Fergus was sent to the local prison and Elliot was sent to the local orphanage where he found his only happiness in the company of other children, soon gaining their trust and joining their games. But he was always begging to see Fergus and the orphanage manager had almost given into his insistant request when he was picked up by S corp.

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Disclaimer:

All Art is (c) their Respective artists.
The idea of Elle is (c) to me and
all Faction S ideas and art (c) to the shop and Cat cry

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