[center][hider=Elias Malkinson] [u][b]Name[/b][/u] [i]Elias Malkinson[/i] [img]https://i.servimg.com/u/f73/16/77/80/76/artbre10.jpg[/img] Source: Me, randomly smashing buttons on Artbreeder until I got a picture that was neither a woman nor a fully bearded man. Consider it an inspiration rather than a hard-set image as, to my eyes, this still possesses some measure of uncanniness that stems from modern films using grown men to play teenaged boys in movies. [i]| Like: Magic![sup]*[/sup] | Fear: The Dark | Like: Dusty, old, wondrously scent imposed, books | Fear: [s]Blood[/s][sup]**[/sup] Heights |[/i] [u][b]Physical Description[/b][/u] The shortest possible description*** of Elias Malkinson would be to set before oneself a blank canvas and, with little concern for the sharpness of the action or skill present, hastily draw upon this blank canvas with a slant-tipped magic marker the numeric symbol '1'. Now that you have the fundamental physical understanding of young Elias well situated before you, let the imagination wander over words such as [u]Mop[/u], [u]Square[/u], and some would be quite vocal to use the word [u]Lanky[/u] as well. Take the time to embellish the portrait as you see fit with these new concepts in mind. At this point if you are now gazing upon a tall thing whose legs and hair have outgrown the rest of his body, whose head has sharp angles and a distinctive slant to it above the brow, and is topped in thick waves of hair, you would be somewhere near correct for a spontaneous amateur portrait of Elias Malkinson. You simply forgot to leave one of the shoes untied, classic mistake. [u][b]Age[/b][/u] Seven and Ten more after that[sup]****[/sup] [u][b]Relationship with Hildon[/b][/u] Elias’ relationship with Hildon is that of Love and Hate. There is no other way to put it; the lad despises the town, despises the geography and the layout, finds it utterly stifling to any artistic passions one might have- however he bears a deep love and affection for the people of this humble township. They are his people, even if he himself is quite different from the rest of them, and if he could pack them all up in a box and move them all into a New York City Studio apartment he surely would. But that would be unreasonable. Those people [i]like[/i] Hildon. The law might call it abduction. He knows the town inside, outside, backwards, frontwards, and everything in-between. Seventeen years of living there and trying to stave off insanity-by-boredom has lead Elias into the nearby wilderness countless times, and many of the quiet places in the town itself bear some mark of his presence in the form of quiet 'street art' he has imparted in secrecy [Everyone most assuredly knows it was him] with a can of spray-paint. These little ‘secret’ ‘tags’, as the youth these days refer to them, consist almost entirely of ‘protective symbols’ he has learned from various spellbooks. To elaborate on his relationship with the [i]people[/i] of Hildon, Elias has a strange place where he fits comfortably in the social hierarchy. Well meaning and generally empathetic, he has a positive attitude and outlook from many people. He always asks how people are doing, has a smile to offer, or a conversation to share, and this generally makes him a pleasant person in the eyes of most. However, his propensity and hobby of practicing modern alchemy, attempting to distill potions and brews, and a seemingly mad conviction that surely these spells DO work and that demons or some other unfathomable creatures DO exist often keeps him at the edge of most wider social circles. In the end, he’s the kid behind the counter at the gas station and that does well enough for most. [b][u]Occupation[/u][/b] Hildon’s Sole Witch and Fortune Teller[Sup]*****[/Sup] [u][b]Useful Items[/b][/u] 1) A wardrobe laden with clothing appropriate to both the cold and the gothic scenes. Mutually exclusive properties, mind you. Mothers have a good habit of keeping seasonal wear in the home. 2) A personalized deck of Tarot featuring Wiccan iconography.[sup]******[/sup] 3)[s]A license to kill[/s][sup]*******[/sup] A surprisingly thorough stock of plant parts and modern chemicals for the use of ‘potion making’ and ailment remedy. [I]The not-so-useful bits[/i] 4) [i]Thee Spells Ov Thee Moderne Wytch[/i], by suburban mother Theresa Walker[sup]********[/sup] 5) An MP3 player with exactly four songs on it…[sup]*********[/sup] [i]Crazy On You - Heart, 1975 Can’t Stop - The Red Hot Chili Peppers, 2002 Complicated - Avril Lavigne, 2002 Yellow - Coldplay, 2000[/i] 6) There is no way at all this key ring (with keys!) to the gas station will ever be useful, right? [u][b]Backstory[/b][/u] The Short One: [list][*] Born in Hildon. Raised in Hildon. Will probably die in Hildon. [*]Elias Malkinson is a strange lad; his school life is busy and social but lacking in fulfilling relationships. With few exceptions, most see him as a source of entertainment or a benign weirdo. [*]Empty relationships push him towards creativity and self fulfillment, creating a benevolent delinquency founded on his ideology of witchcraft and demonology. This also creates a strong dependence on those he feels like he [b]can[/b] rely on. [*]The Sudden Chill and Disappearance of Charles Christian lead Elias to begin his own search, the ace hockey star having been a source of inspiration for him and his classmates. Where others are scared of the strange disappearances and weather- Elias finds them a supernatural curiosity. Privately he believes that without Charles the town wouldn’t be the same. [/list] [hider=The Long One] Sunlight glints through shaded lenses, refracting light from a harsh glare into a manageable glow. Sweat drips down shaggy hair, matted to his forehead in a manner belying it a forgotten nuisance, as concentration burns within his eyes- shielded from the salty sting of his exertion by the sunglasses he wore. A gloved hand lifts and adjusts them slightly as he chances a glance down the alleyway- Zoey Thompson. She was still there. Still keeping watch. It was a good day so far. Zoey was the only one who seemed to like Elias beyond cursory pleasantries. She was the only one willing to drive him out of Hildon like this. Zoey was a loyal, if flaky, friend. This trip had been planned since before school ended for the Summer- and Elias had persisted in [i]this[/i] plan being kept. Nodding once, affirming her presence there at the end of the alley, he turned back to the formerly-barren wall before him. Whirling an aerosol-spewing paint-spraying can of bona fide Teenage Outlet in his hand, he returned to the task at hand. The Triple Moon- emblazoned with life beyond its simple outlines. Vines creeping along the borders of the moons- flowers in bloom along thorn'd lanes- hands reaching down from on-high and grasping at an outstretched hand from below whilst framed in the full moon central to the Wiccan Icon... An image of salvation and rejuvenation, brought to life by a case of thin paints and acetone. Moments like these brought an intense clarity to Elias' mind. A liberation, if you will, from outside influence and the pressures of expectations. Being here, in Concord, was all part of the plan. He had made a promise, after all. [hider=A Little Good Trouble] Shaky hands. Nervousness. A blank canvass- in the form of the smooth concrete wall outside the gas station where Elias worked. It was a quiet afternoon. It was the summer; nobody would need to use the snowmobile section. It was as good a place as any for one of his experiments... And yet his hand trembled, and he hesitated. A soft sigh slipped from his lips and his eyes shut tight, recalling in vivid detail the symbol he sought to place here upon this place; the Triquetra. A symbol of time, interlocking the past, the present, and the future into the embodiment of the Goddess. The symbol a promise to protect and cherish. Resolving himself, the top of the can popped off almost before his mind caught up with his hands. Calmed and still, his fingers deftly drew the basic outline of the symbol on the wall. He took a step back and reached for a second ca- "Malkinson, what are you doing?" The voice made Elias freeze. He knew everyone in Hildon- which meant that everyone knew [i]him[/i]. Even the deputy, Walter Grey. Casting an uneasy glance towards the deputy was easy; following up that glance with words was not. Shuffling in place, Elias lowered the offending spray can down and capped it. "It's supposed to be a protective charm." He said finally, wilting somewhat beneath the gaze of the Sheriff's Deputy. He respected Walter, always had, but something about being caught with your hand in the proverbial cookie jar had a way to make someone feel so much more guilty than they actually were. And Elias had been caught very much so with the cookies in hand, so to speak. "I just wanted to make sure nothing bad happened here, you know? It's harmless." The deputy took time to measure his response; time enough for Elias' mind to run wild with the possibilities of what might come next. Grounded? Juvie? Losing his job? This last thought was sudden and unexpected, and he whirled to look upon the painted Triquetra with wide eyes. "Harmless, sure." the deputy said eventually. "But folks like things to stay calm and quiet here, kid. I know you mean well, but I'll be honest- I don't understand that mumbo-jumbo you spout and neither do most people. I'll ignore today, and the rest of the little secret art installations you've made, but you've gotta stop doing it. People will get uncomfortable. Some people already are." Elias felt a surge of emotions at that. Initially he still feared for his job, then his freedom in the face of parental intervention, and finally a sort of gloom as the deputy's request dawned on him. "I- yessir, I understand. I won't do it again, Deputy Grey. I won't mess up everyone's beloved little Hildon." Briefly, rebellion flared in his mind- who was this man to tell him where he couldn't put up protective symbols?- but it calmed as swiftly as it arose. There were lots of places that didn't count as... Hildon. He'd just have to get creative. [/hider] Finally. It was complete. He'd been agonizing over this design for weeks, dreaming of finally seeing it up in full splendor against the back of a building- and here it was. He had but a moment to bask in the glory of it all before he was suddenly yanked from his reverie. Zoey. Her hand like iron. So uncharacteristic of the bubbly girl whose only offense in ordinary circumstances was being entirely elsewhere on her phone while standing right next to you. The grab was like a cold shower, thoroughly dragging Elias back to reality. He dropped his can of spraypaint as Zoey's hand closed around his bicep, and when he turned to look at her face whatever cross words had been about to leave his lips died in the air. Zoey was frightened. That wasn't an expression he saw often. "It's Charles Christian." She said, her other hand gripping her phone to her ear. "He went missing- his parents have started a search for him. We should get back now, Eli, like...Now." "Chuck?" Elias managed out quietly, confusion and concern filling his voice. Charles Christian- missing?! That's insane, things like that do [b]not[/b] happen in Hildon! "Missing? What do you mean?" "I-I don't know. Just--" She stopped, listening in to her phone intently as she chewed her lip. It was a nervous tic. One Elias was well familiar with. [hider= One Girl's Crush, Hildon's All-Star] Elias surveyed the game from a distant perch. He was affixed to the back of the bleachers, a large book open on one knee, while a small vial rolled in the palm of his other hand. Even he, as interested in sporting events as the average jock is Classical Literature, was [i]drawn[/i] to Charles Christian when he was on the ice. Watching him outmaneuver and outplay the enemy team was enthralling. One person in the crowd- Elias couldn't place who, not in the uproar- even dubbed Charles the next Gretzky. Elias wasn't sure who that was, but it sounded impressive. Elias had already forgotten where he was in the current spell twice. Much to the chagrin of the nearby Zoey Thompson. "Eli-- come [i]onnnnnnn[/i]. I've tried everything but he won't even [i]notice[/i] me! You promised you'd have something that can help." Zoey was chewing her lip quite viciously here. Elias hoped she had chapstick- he'd left his at home. "Hm?--Ah, I mean, yeah. This one right here should do the trick." He pulled his eyes off the game and turned to look at Zoey fully. Briefly, he amazed at how she could multitask so well. One hand gripped her phone- a perpetual accessory- while her gaze was glued to the game down below, and her words were spoken to Elias at her side. Truly a marvel of human possibility, Zoey Thompson. "All you need to do for this one to work is add a splash to your morning water, then approach him throughout the day. The spell will enhance your charisma and beauty and is bound to make him notice you more." Half of being a witch was...Applied psychology, in a sense. People had to believe in a spell for it to work; Elias certainly believed in them, and his earnestness had a way of seeping into those who sought his help. Even poor Zoey was softly believing in the veracity of this 'potion' of his- a humble blend of lemon juice and natural oils he'd blended together that morning, sealing the vial with a dash of salt to keep the magic contained. Zoey took the vial in her hand and looked at it quietly. "Just a splash? Really? Shouldn't I drink the whole thing?" "Only if you have a headache and need to clear your sinuses." Elias said easily, a gentle smirk curling his lips upwards. "In small doses, though- perfect for what you need. And now we'll predict the future of our Person of Interest-" The ensuing roar of the crowd as Charles Christian scored another goal gave Elias ample time to pull out his Tarot deck and shuffle the cards. In short order, he had a quick prophecy ordained; [i]Four of Wands, Reversed - Not welcomed, Not arriving safely, No happiness Temperance, Reversed - Not the right path, no peace, no harmony, misaligned purpose Nine of Wands, upright - Feeling threatened, Old Wounds[/i] Elias stared at the cards in silence, before shaking his head and quietly putting the cards away. That prediction was...troubling. He wouldn't trouble Zoey with it. As he glanced her direction, she was already too focused on the game anyway. Naturally, Hildon won. [/hider] Elias grabbed her with his other hand; a firm grasp about her shoulder that seemed to steady the nervous girl. He made eye contact with her and nodded slowly. Zoey sighed softly and shut her eyes. "Alright- yeah, mom, I'm okay. Eli is here. We're on our way back. We'll be back in Hildon in a few hours. Yeah, no. Straight back home. Yes mom, no detours. Alright. Love you." "You okay to drive?" Elias asked steadily. "Not like you can, doofus." She deflected, forcing a shaky smile. her grip finally lessened and she seemed to lose all her energy. Elias swiftly packed his bag and fell into step beside her as they meandered their way through Concord's streets back to Zoey's beat up Hatchback. It was a '95, and had served Zoey well in her teenaged escapades. Calming chatter was made, and soon they were racing along at just-above-the-speed-limit speeds. Zoey, already a reckless sort, was driving on pure emotion right now. Elias, for his part, double checked his seat belt. "Is it a little chilly to you?" Was the only conversation he attempted after a few hours on the road. Zoey wasn't a very good travel companion today. [/hider] [Hider=Footnotes] *= Some people do still believe in magic and the unexplained. Elias is one of them. **= He doesn't mind blood in general, but the sight of his [i]own[/i] is particularly upsetting. ***= The Long One[sup](Tm)[/sup] (which is too long to leave lying around like this, mind you) includes far more information, tedium, and apostraphes. See:... Height: 5'11" [Most of which appears to be Leg at a glance] Weight: ~145 LBS [alternatively roughly 10 stone, for those of you who prefer rocks to do your weighing] Hair Color: Something like the color you would assign to Sand. But only the sand of a river Estuary in the late evening. Roughly one step up from mud, to be honest. Eyebrows: Thick. ****= See Also: 17 *****= When not reading the Tarot, Seancing the Ouija, or attempting to make a love potion for Zoey Thompson, Elias is a Highschool boy- the founding and sole member of the unofficial ‘Paranormal Activity Club’ in the small highschool of Hildon. When he’s not doing that, such as on weekends or over the summer, he’s the young man holding down the fort known as ‘The Gas Station’[sup]*[sup]^2[/sup][/sup] *^2= No, Keith, he does not control the price of gasoline. ******= Hey, it’s useful to him. Shove off. *******= Can you imagine if he did, though? This would be a very different story then. In fact, in that reality, the cold weather is just due to the freezer in his garage being left open. [i]THAT[/i] Elias is simply a young serial killer. ********= Theresa Walker happens to be the most successful Modern Witch in the United States. Her status as a suburban housewife is well earned and considered by the rest of her Coven to be quite desirable. Witches are practical people. *********= There has been much debate as to which song shall be granted the honor of being ‘The Fifth’. Beyonce is currently in the lead with [i]Single Ladies[/i], but Adele’s [i]Cold Shoulder[/i] is gaining popularity in the polls. [/hider] [/hider] [/center]