Elliot Wilhelm Turner

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;;Elliot Wilhelm Turner;;
Is Entering Sins of Impunity

It’s All About You

Behind the Puppet Master

::NAME::
Britt, though I have many nicknames.
::AGE:
17
::GENDER::
Female, I play guys better though.
::RP EXPERIENCE::
5 years I think.
::CONTACTING YOU::
[e-mail] msn stuff.
::ACTIVITY::
Everday probably, I’m Eastern.
::THE PUPPETS::
None but Elliot.

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The Identification Tag

Character Basics

::ALIAS::
Being laidback, it doesn’t matter if it isn’t offensive. Most common is Eli.
::NAME:: Elliot Wilhelm Turner
::GENDER:: Male of course.
::ORIENTATION:: Heterosexual
::REAL AGE:: 240 years old
::PHYSICAL AGE:: Physically looks Twenty-one.
::SPECIES:: Were- Jaguar
::SIRE:: The memory is quite fuzzy, so he doesn’t recall who it is and doesn’t want to.
::RELIGIOUS AFFLIATION:: None
::WEALTH:: Wealthy, due to the artistic, universal talents of his family, and he is no exception.
::JOB:: Despite the fact he can easily pursue any artistic career or anything else he puts his mind to, he’s the owner of a fine bakery (Though it is now a malt shop for the fact he can cook other things), with which his passion for baking and cooking is unleashed in full. It’s wildly successful.

Where Your Abilities Fall

The Character Talents

::STRENGTHS::
1. Can so easily crush your skull in with his bare hands, courtesy of the fact the strength of a Jaguar is quite formidable.
2. Is good with coaxing and comforting, naturally despite his primal aura that every Were has, is quite soothing and relaxing to be around. Easily trustworthy.
3. Naturally, being a cat and having lived long enough to skillfully train himself at what he excels, his cat-like gifts, balance, reflexes among other things are heightened even if in a human form which usually calls for some trouble if he can fall from a lofty building and still land on his feet fine.

::SUMMARY::

Elliot can be described as an All-Purpose man; he strives for balance which is why his skills focus on all of the things he excels on and more. Being that the Jaguar has the second strongest bite, the muscles throughout his body and not only in his jaw have a considerable amount of strength and force behind them. His body, though you’d expect from a Leopard again since he does not openly boast enough muscle to be a professional body builder, he does sport some very nice toned arms, as well as abdominals. His muscles work better this way, seeing as how they’re compact and not an eye sore. This makes his blows all the more frightening. Best not to judge, eh?

Elliot has an almost unnatural kindness, that and his smile are easily quite believable and he seems quite trustworthy if you give him the time of day. His voice is relatively soothing, having a nice quality that one can compare to a flowing river or a song bird calling to its lover. He is rather exceptional with comforting and coaxing, and luckily doesn’t delve into being manipulative unless absolutely necessary. Elliot is also quite good with giving hugs, not because it’s a talent to make a woman feel content, but because his body radiates warmth. He’s almost like a heating pad, only far more comfortable and it doesn’t burn bare skin. His natural laidback, yet hard working personality, brings in many customers as well as friends…and more frequently Were Women which make him about as flustered as a chicken with its head cut off. Nonetheless, he’s one of the Were’s you can absolutely trust, but this also may make him a prime target for hunters and the like despite him doing nothing wrong.

Because Elliot was born in 1770, and because he’s still about as lively as ever, he has devoted his time to pursuing a life of humble beginnings. He in secret has also perfected the usage of his Were skills, whether it be to see in the dark, to climb, to leap, and to successfully shift without the need of using the moon to fuel his bestial cravings.

::WEAKNESSES::
1. Risqué talk/ Seduction
2. Technology…very overwhelming.
3. Innocent

::SUMMARY::
Being born in a time where morals were what made a man a man, and what made a woman a woman, Elliot’s sense of morals with women in particular make him seem like an innocent dove in this time, even though he has lived for over 240 years, this does not mean that Elliot would simply give himself up to a woman he met and got together with a few weeks later. Elliot has always hoped for that one special girl, ‘the one’ they call it these days. So, to fully answer the question that is probably in your minds, yes, Elliot Turner has not indulged in the pleasures of the flesh. How he could endure such an almost impossible task for the duration of his life so far is beyond reason, but he has. Elliot values morality, if he screws up something that clashes with his morals he’d feel pretty awful about it, as time progressed about him, it seems his heart stayed in the past.

Due to this, Elliot is quite awkward towards a woman advancing upon him, if it is friendly banter as in friends he has no trouble approaching women, it’s just the advances that require him to…service her with not his words but something else below his pants. This flusters him, and he easily blushes a sweet red if this ever happens. He usually tries to change said subject equipped with stammering and averting eyes. Still, despite this, his innocent demeanor is quite endearing and adorable in some cases.

Because he was born in an age most simple yet plagued with politics and eventually wars for independence and to free enslaved people from the clutches of Germany, he has seen the world progress with technology both lethal and non-lethal. He got used to guns since he was used to muskets way back when, but telephones and other complex things still confuse him to no end. The internet scares him…a little, so many things to search for so little time!

The More Human Side of Things

Human Appearance

::HAIR:: Dark brown, usually short, if little longer it is slicked back and caresses the back of his neck in a rather sultry style, though his gleeful smile makes it seem more endearing.
::EYES:: His eyes are also brown, though a shade lighter, they share the same jaguar quality, they can become narrow, but they shine rather nicely in the light and glow in the dark.
::HEIGHT:: 5’10’’
::WEIGHT:: 165 pounds.
:MARKS:: None, except for a bite mark on the back of his neck, it is barely noticeable though.
::SKIN TONE:: Rather light, though evenly toned, he isn’t pale, but he is by no means tan either.
::BODY TYPE:: Lean, slim, yet noticeable traces of muscle lie beneath his nice clothes. Obviously him taking his shirt off would mean seeing his abdominals which are clearly formed to show his prowess in physical strength. His legs are also quite toned up, made for pouncing. Still, his lean figure says little of what his strength is like.
::CLOTHES:: Elliot is stuck in a loophole of grandeur of the 1920’s through the 40’s, wearing vests and blazers and prim white buttoned shirts that give him an edge of classiness this world rarely if ever offers.

::SUMMARY::
To say that Elliot was not at the very least pleasant to the eyes would be an understatement. Elliot possesses a quality that seems timeless. His face is without any marred blemish, because of the lack of desire to want to fight with everything that moves…along with other hostile Were’s he might come across. His hair style varies, though usually cut short, his hair grows back quite quickly, so he could be seen with short hair and then the next would be longer but styled to still be both professional and also casual. Elliot fancies wearing suits, but sometimes he’ll pair jeans with his vests and shirts. His shirts are usually long-sleeved, but he rolls them up neatly to reflect his laidback nature. His shoes are usually quite nice, and at times he has succumbed to the Chuck Taylor Fad that still goes on, so when off he wears a pair of those when the mood strikes him. He is usually always a balance of casual and classy, but at home he’s more casual.

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Battling Personal Demons

Were Appearance

::EYE COLOR:: Golden Brown
::PELT:: Quite sleek and supple, his pelt is that of dark black, or well it looks like such in the dark, but you can see spots and markings in the sun if you look hard. He is a melanistic Jaguar, meaning his pelt is black while you’d expect more vibrant golden and white pelt, still Black Jaguar’s have always been found to be just about as gorgeous as any other. His muscles show far more in this form, but if he’s in his true animal form, the normal kind, he’s just about 6 feet from head to tail.
::SIZE:: Is about 6 feet on all fours, but upon standing up on hind legs he’s 7 feet if you count the long tail.
::MARKS:: None, if you count he’s melanistic. Black Jaguar’s are pretty rare these days.

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Personality is Everything

How They Might Act

::LIKES::
1. Cooking/Baking.
2. Cuddling/Napping
3. Music/Dancing

::DISLIKES::
1. Vulgarity/Flirts from other women.
2. Some Technology/ Too much seriousness
3. Rude people/ dirty places.

::FLAWS::
1. Sometimes being a virgin sets people off, or…simply makes them laugh.
2. Over-protective
3. Can be preachy with morals.

::BLESSINGS::
1. Charming wit and humor.
2. Playful personality, easy to like.
3. Quite Creative is also endearing and awkward.

::SUMMARY::
Elliot’s personality is almost like the sun, he radiates, and this is why people are so easily attracted to spending time with him and why his business is so successful. His personality helps with most of his charm, despite him having a rather nice smile. He can be seen as knowledgeable naturally of times when muskets were used and Hershey Kisses were just made. He could tell you a lot of that, having much wisdom, but when it comes to the things of today, he’s the most lost in the loss of standard morals and high-tech technology. Because of this he is indeed ignorant to them, and he asks many questions that most people would find would be commonplace. This makes him seem innocent which he seems to be. He oft shakes his head on today’s youth, and especially on early pregnancies which he frowns upon. He might be a tad overbearing when he preaches about good morals and abstinence he’ll immediately become flustered on the prospect of finding a woman since he’s always been focusing on work.

He can seem awkward and endearing rather then an adult at times, but guaranteed that he still acts his age. He is hardworking and humble, and this makes his life all the more meaningful in his eyes so long as he doesn’t get in trouble. Elliot is full of personality, he hopes to make things fun for those of whom he cares for deeply, and when captured by the heart he will show his affection for you guaranteed. He loves letting his woman know he cares with sweet gestures and a gift or two. He knows when to give space, but you know he's truly genuine.

Elliot is also quite honest and calm, sometimes his honest might be borderline blunt, but he tries his best not to hurt your feelings if he does. Still, just because he acts that way it doesn't mean he's stupid or gullible, he's been around for a long time, he knows the tricks of manipulators and how they can trick you with unique scenario's and mind games.

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Checking Out the Background

Historical Stuff

::FAMILY MEMBERS:: Havard John Turner –Father- Deceased
Emilia Vaughn Turner –Mother- Deceased.
::BIRTHPLACE::
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
::CHILDHOOD::
Not really, when he progressed in age he left most of the insignificant memories behind, his childhood was uneventful, especially since his family was wealthy and he didn’t need much care.
::TRANSFORMATION::
Bitten on the back of the neck by a mysterious being, he put a struggle, but of course since he was human at the time, he stood no chance and blacked out. He doesn’t remember the person’s face, only that they had red hair.
::PREY::
Since he cooks he has a wide variety to choose from, though when the time calls for it and when the moon is out he will dine upon raw meat to satisfy his urge, but since he is more experienced, satisfying this urge is far more easier then being a little ‘kit’ dealing with it.
::MOON TIDINGS::
Because of his age, he has more control, though the moon still causes tiny changes in structure, it isn’t too noticeable.
::TURNING OTHERS::
By biting, it can be anywhere really.

::HISTORY::
On January 14th, 1770 the Turner’s had officially added to their family, the new babe’s name was Elliot Wilhelm Turner just like Emilia wanted. While growing up, Elliot became accustomed to war and independence, when he was six years old the American Revolutionary War was already under way, as well as the signing of the Declaration of Independence being ratified by the Continental Congress. He so first hand how a country most would think would be far too new to really make a stand for itself did, and he valued freedom over everything, his own freedom. He was a fan of Benjamin Franklin, because he came from Pennsylvania like him. When Elliot turned twelve, he set his eyes on his first business, though he hadn’t owned it per se since he was still young, but he helped an elderly shoemaker and this is where he earned his earnings since he wanted to mature quite quickly so he could become a politician and a speaker like Benjamin Franklin was when he gave his opinions and input on the Declaration, so he paid attention to the schoolmaster and hopped up to do homework like a brainwashed child that did not wish to have much ‘normal’ fun.

Still, Elliot’s version of fun was working hard and getting his desired results in the long run. Elliot grew up to be a fine young man, whilst working news spread that soldiers were finally coming back home, some badly wounded, some scarred…it was painfully expected. His father was past his prime now, well in this age, but his father had brought a souvenir for him. He took a rifle from an enemy British soldier, a Ferguson Rifle that was British made. Elliot took great interest; they could go hunting with this since his father had many guns. This one was special, and so, he held it dear to him.

When Elliot turned eighteen, he was enamored with a young woman, she was chaste, and had taken her vows which struck him as attractive…as any man in that time would agree upon. His attempts at wooing her seemed to fail, and he blindly hounded her with innocent passion for what seemed like forever…which was three long years of unsent love letters and shy glances. When he had about given up, she invited him to the forest for some odd reason, and asked that he bring his rifle. He was too enraptured by her to really question it, so taking his rifle with him; he followed her into the forest. She seemed to be finally falling into his hands, his heart skipping beats as she leaned in to kiss him, but he was quickly bitten by something with considerable force, his fingers slipping on the trigger guard, the rifle firing into the air. The woman he fell for ran, and he tried with his might to pry whatever was behind him, he reached behind him to push or do something, but only got a fistful of red hair before he blacked out.

When Elliot woke up it was at night, and the moon shone upon him, like an angry ray of silver daggers his body underwent a change that made his life…well a lot more different. It was hard to explain, being a walking fluff ball that blended in well into the night. His eyes glowed, he was primal and bestial, and he hungered…he was craving flesh. He went into a rage, bursting into his home, killing his family and discarding them as he feasted upon them, the noises would alert his neighbors when they would wake up and find…well the manor in disarray. For now, he would find himself curled up on the floor with bloodstains on his shirt, and blood caked on his lips. When he began to realize what was happening to him he packed his things, money, and any valuables and ran off. This hiding and honing his abilities would continue for almost a whole century. People aged around him and it frightened him, he was still so young and so strong.

In 1890 he moved to Chicago, and opened a business of his own, in 1915, when Jazz began to appear in Chicago, Elliot hopped on the train to music and he adored all kinds of dances. Though his bakery was not a success, he fell in love with music and cooking far more, and when he moved to New York, he finally made his new smash hit malt shop in the 1960’s. The shop still exists today and is still full of customers, none of them really seem to care that the owner is the same man from before, but then again not all visitors are human either…most happen to be of the supernatural so they’ve called it.

Now, Elliot is bombarded with the new times, still overwhelmed by the constant usage of phones and other high-tech machines, he is usually filled in on by his customers who still dance to his old jukebox and his radio any day while tasting all of the wonderful dishes and sweets he has to offer. But will all of this carefree happiness last?

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Your Own Mad Skills

How Good Are You?

::CODE WORD:: the CATS pajamas
::APPLICATION STATUS:: Finished
::RP EXAMPLE:: “I heard of many tales about Madame Death, she always came about cloaked in the gossamer’s veil that be the moonlight. They say she’s some thief that not only breaks hearts, but steals them, like some thief in the night. She could break your neck with just the swift movements of her legs, and she could probably seduce a man with them too!”

“You think it all be true? Is it truly wise to speak about it like this? I hear she’s always watching…almost like the Maker himself when spoken about! It sends so much shivers up my spine that my back ought to have been frozen solid by a mage…”

And so, that was the normalcy of the Marketplace, it wasn’t just the right section of Denerim to get all the little trinkets and things that you desire, but it’s also some little gossip hole to drop into when you need juicy bits of information. Knowledge was power, but rumors were child’s play…well if they weren’t genuine. Everyone needed a little excitement, but Madame Death was always a fun topic to escape politics and other nonsense with. Nowadays, even if you weren’t a noble, politics and feuds always affected the people. Nothing was really the same when the new King had showed up and begun his rule five years ago. His morality and influence naturally spread, everyone was just and tried to be noble in their efforts to keep things in peace. There would always be injustice that was how humans were after all.

“Kind Lady, are the rumors true?”

“…it could be…or…it could be not. Which do you prefer for me to tell?”

This was her day, answering curious little girls and boys’ questions. This lady, adorned with a hooded brown simple cloak, sat on just a simple wooden crate and entertained children with stories and tales of adventure and glory. Was she a bard? No, she doesn’t sing that isn’t her thing. She had a certain fondness for children, whether it be as an admiration for their temporary innocence or a maternal feeling of having her own she didn’t know. Three children crowded and sat down in front of her, willing with their little minds and attention spans to listen to today’s story and to deploy a barrage of questions for her to answer for today. It was thrilling to find them so trusting of a lady dressed in the most suspicious of ways, no? The quest for curiosities fulfilled may have just asked for such risk.

“There are many rumors of Madame Death, but I don’t think that she could seduce a man with her legs…or…break their necks with them either. I think she could, in fact, disarm a man with them. She’s very skilled, so i’m sure it would be possible.” She spoke softly, and with a tone of wisdom, yes she knew much of what she was talking about.

She was Madame Death after all.

“What does she look like miss?” A young girl asked her kindly, knowing he manners indeed unlike the two boys with her.

“Well, she’s ripe and young, like a fruit that hasn’t been plucked from its branches yet. She’s a woman without the burdens of man, and she’s very strong and independent. Even if she’s pretty you shouldn’t go running off at night for her, but when you’re in trouble think of her and muster your courage. Don’t be afraid of your future…and don’t be afraid of the present either.”

The children all nodded, she liked teaching stories on morality and hope. Hope for a better future. That made her think on dreams she’d like fulfilled herself. She hoped to see the King just once…to know why everyone speaks of him so highly…she wished to know. She wished to experience it. If he was a King he must be young like her…or perhaps he’s old yet wise? What was she to expect? Perhaps he’s but a simple toddler, a crybaby? Though the children could not see, her eyebrows furrowed with dismay and hopelessness. She sighed; perhaps she should stop her tales for today.

However, the laughter of a few children flowed to her ears like a soft pleasant breeze…for whom could that be? She wondered.

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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

Everything looks alright. . . one question, though. In his were form, do you mean he's six feet from the ground up, or six feet from head to tail?

Nvm. Accepted.