Post by eli ackerman on Dec 27, 2009 19:59:50 GMT 1
Tell me the New Name[/size]
Name or Alias: Quinn!
Age: 17
RP Experience: I think it's 4-5 years now.
PB: Nicolas Bemberg
Name: Elijah Daniel Ackerman
Nicknames: Eli
Age: 17
Sunset Beach/Sunset Pier: Beach
Personality: Anger: a strong feeling of displeasure and belligerence aroused by a wrong; wrath; ire. Eli isn't, well, let's say he isn't the most controlled person in the world. He has a rather wide range of emotions, some less common than others. Anger or annoyance fall into this category. Eli has a long list of things that could change his mood in a turn for the worst. Not always a good thing, is it? This temper of his is both uncontrolled and unpredictable. He has a very small amount of control in this situation, and usually anger takes him over. Judgment disappears, and Eli finds himself blinded with rage, and quite revenge-obsessed. Vengeance has been known to push him in directions he would never have expected, and will test his mind for control. Thanks to his temper, Eli is cautious to blame anyone but himself, knowing that a fault of another will just lead to a sense of anger. Of that long list concerning the pet peeves and such, teachers and professors are two things he disrespects. The occasional time someone tries to push him around can put him on a surprisingly short fuse. He could easily be with some of his closest friends and want to kick something. Being somewhat unpredictable, he could also be with someone he strongly dislikes and be perfectly smug. This temper surprisingly shapes a lot of him personality.
Tranquil: free from commotion or tumult; peaceful; quiet; calm. That wide range of emotions ranges into the calm, cool, easy-going part of Eli. The better part, as he likes to say. Conscientiously, no one has ever disagreed. For the majority of time, Eli isn't very angry, and has a light airy personality. If you were to meet him while he was just speaking with friends in this chill and easy-going type of mood, you would have never guessed he had any means of a temper. Most of the time he's always perfectly decent to be around. Decent, meaning friendly and thoughtful of anyone remotely his friend, or even someone he has never met and wants to make a good impression on. But, having that wide spread of emotions, he can go from zero to boiling point in a millisecond. And back down again. Almost entirely, however, his mood is his mood, and that's it. There are as mention before the bridges to cause considerable changes. When Eli is feeling calm and content he has more power over his characteristics. And luckily for everyone, he's almost always at peace.
Decisive: characterized by or displaying no or little hesitation; resolute; determined. One thing that most would say about Eli is that he's street smart, not school smart. The truth is, he's both, actually quite intelligent and understanding. He both reads and processes information quickly, which is understandable considering Eli is quick minded when it comes to making decisions. It would seem he feels as if he has little time to pause, and therefore doesn't dwell on the subject for ages. To say so metaphorically, he doesn't look before he leaps, and is most confident in what he says. Instead, he thinks things through quite meticulously, even every day conversations. Under pressure his mind goes into over time, completing the full thought process about what is to happen in record time. Having the trait of guilt and making himself feel responsible for most everything that goes wrong, Eli doesn't always feel as determined. But he can recover easily and be equally as headstrong as he always was. He takes risks a lot, enjoying the adrenaline. Usually he hasn't a care in the world as to what he does. Unfortunately, he feels the need to quit whatever he's doing when he finds it inconveniences another whom he cares about. A bit of a people pleaser, he is.
Outgoing: interested in and responsive to others; friendly; sociable. Eli finds comfort in other people around him. He was given an eye for photography, and find natural smiles the most interesting to capture, which he can accomplish by being outgoing and friendly. His decisive traits not only make him a people pleaser, but they tend to make him bolder, too. More willing to meet new people and create great friends. Assuming, of course, that he's not embarrassed or taken off guard, two things that could happen rather easily. Don't be fooled by his tendency to be effortlessly fazed, as he has a good sense of resilience, and regains his composure quickly. Eli, as said previously, is bolder than he looks, quite chivalrous really. Another benefit of being so quiet-yet-bold makes him less worried about what others think of him, also contributing to his sense of humor, or on occasion, lack of. His sense of wit isn't always found communitively funny, and much of the time he uses it to avoid awkward situations, which are, much of the time, what gets him fazed or caught off-guard. Overall, Eli's valiance combined with his out-going characteristics and sense of humor make him a rather likable person and easy to get along with, his boldness giving him the confidence to pull it off.
Likes: "I can, will, and have drooled over a car before, and often put myself into dangerous situations to do so. Examples include walking across a busy street in a trance-like-state, walking into poles, spontaneously turning away from a now-ex girlfriend's "serious" conversation... Because I love cars. It takes me forever to walk through a parking lot, because I'm always stopping to admire a paint job or something. However, should the car I'm driving break down somewhere, I couldn't do shit to fix it. I can drive cars like nobody's business, I'm friends with the pedals, but the engine is a mere acquaintance. But I like driving fast cars, which may make me seem like a cool guy. I hate to destroy that image of myself, but... I'm a comic book nerd. Two crates full of them hidden in my closet for those fateful days where I remained bored. While packing for my journey to Hallow City, these two crates were the first things in the trunk of my car. I like the sun, and warm weather, and the season of summer, but you can count on me spending at least a little bit of the day inside reading through some of the old comic books. This is kind of contradictory to my number one passion in life: running. I run at least five miles every day. Why, you ask? Allow me to explain. There are very few things in this world that 1. I am totally awesome at, and 2. I'm awesome enough to brag about. Running is one of these things, if not the only thing, that fits in both categories. Can you run a mile in three minutes and twenty three seconds? Funny, cause I can. That's what my feet are usually doing, but I'm also a bit of a dancer. Not ballet or anything like that, the fast-paced stuff, like salsa dancing. I don't mind ballet, though, watching it, I mean. It makes a good photo if you catch it at the right moment. That's what was second in my car; my camera. I worked hours slaving away at the local coffee shop to pay for it. Top of the line, hummingbird quick shutter speed, it's probably my only hobby. However, I connect it to other things. Such as flirting. I see a cute girl, grab my camera, tell her she'd look great on film, take a picture of her, and say she looks fantastic, but she's even more stunning in person. Okay, I've used that line more than once, I'm a bit of a flirt. But, hey, it can be a useful skill to have sometimes. A fun skill, too. Of course, one of the only reasons I frequently get to practice this skill is Duncan. Sadly enough, Duncan, my trusty border collie, was third into my car. I love dogs, and from what I can tell, they love me. They're kind of idiotic animals, yes, but they've got the best sense of gut-feeling out of any creature I've ever seen, and I can really respect that. Right after Duncan was my collection of CDs/records. I have nothing to play them with, but so long as I still have them, I'm content. Music is probably my second passion in life. I haven't been gifted with the ability to make music, so I settle for listening to it."It" sounds very general, but in this case it's supposed to be general: I'll listen to almost anything. Classical puts me to sleep, and country tends to circle around the same thing (significant others, or someone who wants an attractive special someone to be their significant other...), so those are my two exceptions. Otherwise, my ears are wide open, I'll hear it all. What else do I like? Here's a quick little list: The sky: it's such a huge inspiration, and there's always something to look at. Night: the best time of a 24-hour schedule. Fire: I'm a bit of a pyromaniac... Making people (especially girls and kids) laugh. Trouble: if it doesn't find me I go looking. This is a subconscious habit. Except I know about it, and do nothing to stop it. Because, frankly, I don't want to :]."
Hates: "Bad drivers piss me off more than anything in this entire world. There's a difference between drifting on purpose, me, and doing something irresponsible and dangerous by accident, anyone else who doesn't know what they're doing when they get into the driver's seat. What I do? It's fun, exhilarating, and halfway safe. Except when it snows, but I don't really like the snow either. Or the entire season of winter, for that matter. Too many people stay inside, and it's too quiet. Silence, I hate silence, I always feel like I should be the one to say something, and end up filling in with something moronic. For some strange reason, there will forever be an awkward silence when a cat is in the same room as me. I tell that to people, they think I'm crazy, but it happens! And I don't like cats, too independent, too stalkerish. That little trait emerged from when I was a kid, and the neighbor's grungy cats ate a garden snake that had somehow gotten into the building. Right in the middle of the lobby, it was repulsive. But then again, I disliked snakes since then, too. The cats would eat a snake, of all things, but they wouldn't go near the mice that always got into the cereal (which I also don't like, cereal, not mice.). That apartment was whacked... And because I lived in that apartment building, I've always hated giant houses, and mansions, and generally oversized property. Of course, I ended up living in one with Dan, but I still strongly disliked it. I refuse to talk about someone behind their back, even if they're the type to talk about me. Gossip is a girl thing, and I will not partake in it. And secrets, too. I don't like them, mainly because I can't keep any except my own, which makes me feel selfish, also which I don't like, but now I'm getting generic... I dislike rabbits' ears. I don't know why, and never have, I just don't. Seafood makes me sick, especially shrimp, and I randomly have always hated flying fish."
Fears: "Drowning, above all things. God, even the word freaks me out. I don't think I have to explain myself, but... 1. I was never a great swimmer, and 2. Imagine this: you're caught, underwater, it's dark, you can't see, you can't breath, and you're fighting for breath, consciousness, and life simaltaniously. Spiders creep me out, as they would any sane person. And snakes, ever since the cats and the apartment building and the... yeah... I'm not really scared of the dark, but more what I can't see in it. I guess you could count stickers, because they really do creep me out... Or was that too weird to say? God, why do I always say weird stuff..."
Aspirations: "I, Eli Ackerman, want to find my true love, my dream job, dream car, 2.5 children with the dog in the white-picket-fenced backyard, blah blah blah... But the one way to start all this off is to get out of this place. This environment, Sunset, it's not what I'm used to, and the people aren't people I want to spend the rest of my life hanging around."
Dirty Little Secret: "I kinda rebooted my whole life with this whole move to a small town thing, so I really don't have many secrets. I suppose I'm keeping my past on the down low, does that count as a secret? I don't know who my dad is, sure, I hate my stepdad, not really a secret but whatever, sometimes I feel the need to sleep in my neighbor's toolshed because of said stepdad, I guess I can share that. Not good enough? Alright. Fine. I, Elijah Daniel Ackerman, have seen the widely-acclaimed 'The Notebook.' Twice. Still not good enough? I loved it both times."
Family: "My mom came from a family of seven children, which would normally be a good thing around Christmas time, but unfortunately I was the reject of that side of the family, my mom and I. She and my dad fell in love one summer, summer romance leading to an infant, cold feet at the shotgun wedding, and here we are. I never had any siblings, which was a good thing. It helped my mom and I get close, too. Still, I was curious about my dad, that's actually something that never left me, curiosity. But it started with my dad. My mom would always pause before telling me "He was a good man caught in a bad situation." After a while I stopped asking. The only other notable family member, or step-family member, is Dan. We didn't get along from the start. He was my stepfather for a while. In it for my mom, I was just extra baggage. Dan was never that good at dealing with what he called "teenaged angst". I never told my mom, as we needed the hospitality, but he was a bit abusive. Still, he had a nice house, a lot of money, and brought us out of the crummy neighborhood in Detroit. Besides, he allowed Duncan, whom I got as a puppy right after we moved in with Dan, who coincidentally didn't like dogs. We still don't get along, infact I think he's out for revenge. One dog versus bringing me to Sunset? Seems like the score has broken even."
Short history: Eli's mother came from a family with seven children. She was right in the middle of them all, with three younger and three older siblings. Though neither of her parents were particularly rich, they managed to support them all up until the oldest was ready for college. Though expensive, and requiring many sacrifices, the three oldest made it through without any problem. Once Eli's mother was eighteen she made a decision to not make her parents forfeit their money, and would stay around for a bit more to help out the family. She got a job as a waitress and, while donating a portion of her paycheck to her family when needed, she began a long-term piggybank.
His father, on the other hand, came from a high class family with more money than needed to be successful. If they wanted to they could send each one of Eli's mother's siblings to college and have enough left over to buy a decent sized house and new furniture. Unlike the other family, they had only one child. He had gone to a private school all his life, and by high school he despised the harsh teachings with a passion. He became what would be considered a complete rebel in the private academies, but average in the public-school world. Due to grades that stooped at 'low' levels he attended a college that his parents didn't approve of, one that was much lower than their standards. He ended up going to the same college as Eli's mother's oldest brother. The two became great friends, and once the brother invited him to stay with him back at home one summer.
That summer, Eli’s parents fell in love. His father was only twenty-one, and his mother just turned eighteen, so their siblings and parents figured it wouldn’t go anywhere. And it didn’t. After the summer ended the two split… until Eli’s father got word that the pregnancy test came back positive. After much contemplation, a message was returned asking for the girl’s hand in marriage. Eli’s father didn’t tell his to-be bride about her brother’s, his friend’s, reaction to the test, as it had obviously affected his decision.
But that fact became obvious when his father never showed at the day of the ceremony. Eli was born a matter of months later, and despite his grandparents’ wishes, named after his runaway father: Elijah. For he wasn’t at all a bad man, knowing that his mother had been short on both education and money, he had pulled a few strings with people he knew and gotten her interviews, and the jobs were enough to get her and her newborn child a house of their own, while her own parents attempted to push the rest of their children towards the future.
Eli’s first many years were spent in a crummy neighborhood, where there were three heavy-duty locks on the steel doors that were used daily. As the only parental figure, Eli grew rather attached to his mother, as even at a young age he understood the trouble she had gone through to keep him. The lack of luxury proved to keep the two close, and made Eli very independent and aware of himself. Even when they had to break into that long-term piggy bank, they found comfort in the small, simple things. Though sometimes the boy got curious, and would ask about his father. His mother was calm and fair in answering, and after a moment would respectively say “He was a good man caught in a bad situation.”
Of course, the events of the world got in the way of his life, and until he was in his teenaged years, his small family was suffering from the hunger and the cold and the effects of the new world. Fortunately, they found a very timely savior. Eli was fourteen when Dan arrived in his life. It was an arrival he didn’t look forward to, despite the situation he was in. As a fairly attractive woman, Eli often knew his mother went on dates, and thankfully she didn't let the events of the world sabotage her social life. However, the news that those dates weren’t with separate men came as a bit of a surprise, as did the new ring on her finger, the size of the gem was a hint at how much money the fiancée had in the bank. And for a second Eli considered whether this was about love or money. But time told it was about love.
Love for each other, and not really Eli.He didn’t dislike Dan as a person. He hated Dan. Sure, he had an incredibly nice house compared to the run-down apartment, and he was truly in this whole marriage thing until the end, but he was in it for Eli’s mother, Eli was just extra baggage. And that much was made clear day in and day out. His mother became aware of this, and though she wasn't going to do anything about it, decided to soften the blow by getting Eli a dog, a luxury that was previously unavaliable. However, this caused even more trouble. Dan didn't dislike the animal as a pet. Dan hated dogs. After a year Eli had found that nothing had changed, but merely gotten worse. Still, he and his mother needed this; they couldn’t try to tough it out by themselves again.
And so, before he knew, Dan had moved the small family to their current residence: Sunset. It's been two months since then, and Eli still hasn't found his place in the social scene. He lives like a Sunset Beach resident, with the nice car, luxury, big house, and nightlife. But he acts like Pier kid, having lived all his life in the not-so-great social class. To the day, he remains lost.
Plot Description: Eli's just the new kid right now. He'll play the field with all the people he meets, see who he wants to associate himself with, and find who he doesn't. So far, there's no real plotline, but once I start RPing I'm sure I can work something out :][/right][/center]
Name or Alias: Quinn!
Age: 17
RP Experience: I think it's 4-5 years now.
Show me the New Face
PB: Nicolas Bemberg
This is the New Character
Name: Elijah Daniel Ackerman
Nicknames: Eli
Age: 17
Sunset Beach/Sunset Pier: Beach
Personality: Anger: a strong feeling of displeasure and belligerence aroused by a wrong; wrath; ire. Eli isn't, well, let's say he isn't the most controlled person in the world. He has a rather wide range of emotions, some less common than others. Anger or annoyance fall into this category. Eli has a long list of things that could change his mood in a turn for the worst. Not always a good thing, is it? This temper of his is both uncontrolled and unpredictable. He has a very small amount of control in this situation, and usually anger takes him over. Judgment disappears, and Eli finds himself blinded with rage, and quite revenge-obsessed. Vengeance has been known to push him in directions he would never have expected, and will test his mind for control. Thanks to his temper, Eli is cautious to blame anyone but himself, knowing that a fault of another will just lead to a sense of anger. Of that long list concerning the pet peeves and such, teachers and professors are two things he disrespects. The occasional time someone tries to push him around can put him on a surprisingly short fuse. He could easily be with some of his closest friends and want to kick something. Being somewhat unpredictable, he could also be with someone he strongly dislikes and be perfectly smug. This temper surprisingly shapes a lot of him personality.
Tranquil: free from commotion or tumult; peaceful; quiet; calm. That wide range of emotions ranges into the calm, cool, easy-going part of Eli. The better part, as he likes to say. Conscientiously, no one has ever disagreed. For the majority of time, Eli isn't very angry, and has a light airy personality. If you were to meet him while he was just speaking with friends in this chill and easy-going type of mood, you would have never guessed he had any means of a temper. Most of the time he's always perfectly decent to be around. Decent, meaning friendly and thoughtful of anyone remotely his friend, or even someone he has never met and wants to make a good impression on. But, having that wide spread of emotions, he can go from zero to boiling point in a millisecond. And back down again. Almost entirely, however, his mood is his mood, and that's it. There are as mention before the bridges to cause considerable changes. When Eli is feeling calm and content he has more power over his characteristics. And luckily for everyone, he's almost always at peace.
Decisive: characterized by or displaying no or little hesitation; resolute; determined. One thing that most would say about Eli is that he's street smart, not school smart. The truth is, he's both, actually quite intelligent and understanding. He both reads and processes information quickly, which is understandable considering Eli is quick minded when it comes to making decisions. It would seem he feels as if he has little time to pause, and therefore doesn't dwell on the subject for ages. To say so metaphorically, he doesn't look before he leaps, and is most confident in what he says. Instead, he thinks things through quite meticulously, even every day conversations. Under pressure his mind goes into over time, completing the full thought process about what is to happen in record time. Having the trait of guilt and making himself feel responsible for most everything that goes wrong, Eli doesn't always feel as determined. But he can recover easily and be equally as headstrong as he always was. He takes risks a lot, enjoying the adrenaline. Usually he hasn't a care in the world as to what he does. Unfortunately, he feels the need to quit whatever he's doing when he finds it inconveniences another whom he cares about. A bit of a people pleaser, he is.
Outgoing: interested in and responsive to others; friendly; sociable. Eli finds comfort in other people around him. He was given an eye for photography, and find natural smiles the most interesting to capture, which he can accomplish by being outgoing and friendly. His decisive traits not only make him a people pleaser, but they tend to make him bolder, too. More willing to meet new people and create great friends. Assuming, of course, that he's not embarrassed or taken off guard, two things that could happen rather easily. Don't be fooled by his tendency to be effortlessly fazed, as he has a good sense of resilience, and regains his composure quickly. Eli, as said previously, is bolder than he looks, quite chivalrous really. Another benefit of being so quiet-yet-bold makes him less worried about what others think of him, also contributing to his sense of humor, or on occasion, lack of. His sense of wit isn't always found communitively funny, and much of the time he uses it to avoid awkward situations, which are, much of the time, what gets him fazed or caught off-guard. Overall, Eli's valiance combined with his out-going characteristics and sense of humor make him a rather likable person and easy to get along with, his boldness giving him the confidence to pull it off.
Likes: "I can, will, and have drooled over a car before, and often put myself into dangerous situations to do so. Examples include walking across a busy street in a trance-like-state, walking into poles, spontaneously turning away from a now-ex girlfriend's "serious" conversation... Because I love cars. It takes me forever to walk through a parking lot, because I'm always stopping to admire a paint job or something. However, should the car I'm driving break down somewhere, I couldn't do shit to fix it. I can drive cars like nobody's business, I'm friends with the pedals, but the engine is a mere acquaintance. But I like driving fast cars, which may make me seem like a cool guy. I hate to destroy that image of myself, but... I'm a comic book nerd. Two crates full of them hidden in my closet for those fateful days where I remained bored. While packing for my journey to Hallow City, these two crates were the first things in the trunk of my car. I like the sun, and warm weather, and the season of summer, but you can count on me spending at least a little bit of the day inside reading through some of the old comic books. This is kind of contradictory to my number one passion in life: running. I run at least five miles every day. Why, you ask? Allow me to explain. There are very few things in this world that 1. I am totally awesome at, and 2. I'm awesome enough to brag about. Running is one of these things, if not the only thing, that fits in both categories. Can you run a mile in three minutes and twenty three seconds? Funny, cause I can. That's what my feet are usually doing, but I'm also a bit of a dancer. Not ballet or anything like that, the fast-paced stuff, like salsa dancing. I don't mind ballet, though, watching it, I mean. It makes a good photo if you catch it at the right moment. That's what was second in my car; my camera. I worked hours slaving away at the local coffee shop to pay for it. Top of the line, hummingbird quick shutter speed, it's probably my only hobby. However, I connect it to other things. Such as flirting. I see a cute girl, grab my camera, tell her she'd look great on film, take a picture of her, and say she looks fantastic, but she's even more stunning in person. Okay, I've used that line more than once, I'm a bit of a flirt. But, hey, it can be a useful skill to have sometimes. A fun skill, too. Of course, one of the only reasons I frequently get to practice this skill is Duncan. Sadly enough, Duncan, my trusty border collie, was third into my car. I love dogs, and from what I can tell, they love me. They're kind of idiotic animals, yes, but they've got the best sense of gut-feeling out of any creature I've ever seen, and I can really respect that. Right after Duncan was my collection of CDs/records. I have nothing to play them with, but so long as I still have them, I'm content. Music is probably my second passion in life. I haven't been gifted with the ability to make music, so I settle for listening to it."It" sounds very general, but in this case it's supposed to be general: I'll listen to almost anything. Classical puts me to sleep, and country tends to circle around the same thing (significant others, or someone who wants an attractive special someone to be their significant other...), so those are my two exceptions. Otherwise, my ears are wide open, I'll hear it all. What else do I like? Here's a quick little list: The sky: it's such a huge inspiration, and there's always something to look at. Night: the best time of a 24-hour schedule. Fire: I'm a bit of a pyromaniac... Making people (especially girls and kids) laugh. Trouble: if it doesn't find me I go looking. This is a subconscious habit. Except I know about it, and do nothing to stop it. Because, frankly, I don't want to :]."
Hates: "Bad drivers piss me off more than anything in this entire world. There's a difference between drifting on purpose, me, and doing something irresponsible and dangerous by accident, anyone else who doesn't know what they're doing when they get into the driver's seat. What I do? It's fun, exhilarating, and halfway safe. Except when it snows, but I don't really like the snow either. Or the entire season of winter, for that matter. Too many people stay inside, and it's too quiet. Silence, I hate silence, I always feel like I should be the one to say something, and end up filling in with something moronic. For some strange reason, there will forever be an awkward silence when a cat is in the same room as me. I tell that to people, they think I'm crazy, but it happens! And I don't like cats, too independent, too stalkerish. That little trait emerged from when I was a kid, and the neighbor's grungy cats ate a garden snake that had somehow gotten into the building. Right in the middle of the lobby, it was repulsive. But then again, I disliked snakes since then, too. The cats would eat a snake, of all things, but they wouldn't go near the mice that always got into the cereal (which I also don't like, cereal, not mice.). That apartment was whacked... And because I lived in that apartment building, I've always hated giant houses, and mansions, and generally oversized property. Of course, I ended up living in one with Dan, but I still strongly disliked it. I refuse to talk about someone behind their back, even if they're the type to talk about me. Gossip is a girl thing, and I will not partake in it. And secrets, too. I don't like them, mainly because I can't keep any except my own, which makes me feel selfish, also which I don't like, but now I'm getting generic... I dislike rabbits' ears. I don't know why, and never have, I just don't. Seafood makes me sick, especially shrimp, and I randomly have always hated flying fish."
Fears: "Drowning, above all things. God, even the word freaks me out. I don't think I have to explain myself, but... 1. I was never a great swimmer, and 2. Imagine this: you're caught, underwater, it's dark, you can't see, you can't breath, and you're fighting for breath, consciousness, and life simaltaniously. Spiders creep me out, as they would any sane person. And snakes, ever since the cats and the apartment building and the... yeah... I'm not really scared of the dark, but more what I can't see in it. I guess you could count stickers, because they really do creep me out... Or was that too weird to say? God, why do I always say weird stuff..."
Aspirations: "I, Eli Ackerman, want to find my true love, my dream job, dream car, 2.5 children with the dog in the white-picket-fenced backyard, blah blah blah... But the one way to start all this off is to get out of this place. This environment, Sunset, it's not what I'm used to, and the people aren't people I want to spend the rest of my life hanging around."
Dirty Little Secret: "I kinda rebooted my whole life with this whole move to a small town thing, so I really don't have many secrets. I suppose I'm keeping my past on the down low, does that count as a secret? I don't know who my dad is, sure, I hate my stepdad, not really a secret but whatever, sometimes I feel the need to sleep in my neighbor's toolshed because of said stepdad, I guess I can share that. Not good enough? Alright. Fine. I, Elijah Daniel Ackerman, have seen the widely-acclaimed 'The Notebook.' Twice. Still not good enough? I loved it both times."
Family: "My mom came from a family of seven children, which would normally be a good thing around Christmas time, but unfortunately I was the reject of that side of the family, my mom and I. She and my dad fell in love one summer, summer romance leading to an infant, cold feet at the shotgun wedding, and here we are. I never had any siblings, which was a good thing. It helped my mom and I get close, too. Still, I was curious about my dad, that's actually something that never left me, curiosity. But it started with my dad. My mom would always pause before telling me "He was a good man caught in a bad situation." After a while I stopped asking. The only other notable family member, or step-family member, is Dan. We didn't get along from the start. He was my stepfather for a while. In it for my mom, I was just extra baggage. Dan was never that good at dealing with what he called "teenaged angst". I never told my mom, as we needed the hospitality, but he was a bit abusive. Still, he had a nice house, a lot of money, and brought us out of the crummy neighborhood in Detroit. Besides, he allowed Duncan, whom I got as a puppy right after we moved in with Dan, who coincidentally didn't like dogs. We still don't get along, infact I think he's out for revenge. One dog versus bringing me to Sunset? Seems like the score has broken even."
Short history: Eli's mother came from a family with seven children. She was right in the middle of them all, with three younger and three older siblings. Though neither of her parents were particularly rich, they managed to support them all up until the oldest was ready for college. Though expensive, and requiring many sacrifices, the three oldest made it through without any problem. Once Eli's mother was eighteen she made a decision to not make her parents forfeit their money, and would stay around for a bit more to help out the family. She got a job as a waitress and, while donating a portion of her paycheck to her family when needed, she began a long-term piggybank.
His father, on the other hand, came from a high class family with more money than needed to be successful. If they wanted to they could send each one of Eli's mother's siblings to college and have enough left over to buy a decent sized house and new furniture. Unlike the other family, they had only one child. He had gone to a private school all his life, and by high school he despised the harsh teachings with a passion. He became what would be considered a complete rebel in the private academies, but average in the public-school world. Due to grades that stooped at 'low' levels he attended a college that his parents didn't approve of, one that was much lower than their standards. He ended up going to the same college as Eli's mother's oldest brother. The two became great friends, and once the brother invited him to stay with him back at home one summer.
That summer, Eli’s parents fell in love. His father was only twenty-one, and his mother just turned eighteen, so their siblings and parents figured it wouldn’t go anywhere. And it didn’t. After the summer ended the two split… until Eli’s father got word that the pregnancy test came back positive. After much contemplation, a message was returned asking for the girl’s hand in marriage. Eli’s father didn’t tell his to-be bride about her brother’s, his friend’s, reaction to the test, as it had obviously affected his decision.
But that fact became obvious when his father never showed at the day of the ceremony. Eli was born a matter of months later, and despite his grandparents’ wishes, named after his runaway father: Elijah. For he wasn’t at all a bad man, knowing that his mother had been short on both education and money, he had pulled a few strings with people he knew and gotten her interviews, and the jobs were enough to get her and her newborn child a house of their own, while her own parents attempted to push the rest of their children towards the future.
Eli’s first many years were spent in a crummy neighborhood, where there were three heavy-duty locks on the steel doors that were used daily. As the only parental figure, Eli grew rather attached to his mother, as even at a young age he understood the trouble she had gone through to keep him. The lack of luxury proved to keep the two close, and made Eli very independent and aware of himself. Even when they had to break into that long-term piggy bank, they found comfort in the small, simple things. Though sometimes the boy got curious, and would ask about his father. His mother was calm and fair in answering, and after a moment would respectively say “He was a good man caught in a bad situation.”
Of course, the events of the world got in the way of his life, and until he was in his teenaged years, his small family was suffering from the hunger and the cold and the effects of the new world. Fortunately, they found a very timely savior. Eli was fourteen when Dan arrived in his life. It was an arrival he didn’t look forward to, despite the situation he was in. As a fairly attractive woman, Eli often knew his mother went on dates, and thankfully she didn't let the events of the world sabotage her social life. However, the news that those dates weren’t with separate men came as a bit of a surprise, as did the new ring on her finger, the size of the gem was a hint at how much money the fiancée had in the bank. And for a second Eli considered whether this was about love or money. But time told it was about love.
Love for each other, and not really Eli.
And so, before he knew, Dan had moved the small family to their current residence: Sunset. It's been two months since then, and Eli still hasn't found his place in the social scene. He lives like a Sunset Beach resident, with the nice car, luxury, big house, and nightlife. But he acts like Pier kid, having lived all his life in the not-so-great social class. To the day, he remains lost.
Plot Description: Eli's just the new kid right now. He'll play the field with all the people he meets, see who he wants to associate himself with, and find who he doesn't. So far, there's no real plotline, but once I start RPing I'm sure I can work something out :][/right][/center]
