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ELIJAH
"I've got good news: I'm headed off to start a fire!"
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A petty thief who has little to no idea what they're actually doing, but they try their best! Elijah is a demon of free will- almost too free. Impulsive and good-natured with a quick temper and a tendency towards self-destruction, he's a bit of a mess. Always willing to make friends and be deathly loyal to them, you can expect to end up in his schemes in one way or another.
Age: 121 (physically/mentally 21)
Gender: Demiboy
Pronouns: He/they
Species: Demon
Race: Black-coded
Sexuality: Homosexual
Birthday: Dec. 21st
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Cold blue skin with a warmer undertone graces his skinny but muscular form, giving them a glow. He's built to look almost taller than his 6 foot even, with lanky limbs and a loose, breezy way of moving. Their hands are rough and firm, with long, bony fingers they make use of for tinkering with the bikes they fix and the gadgets they mess with. With a sharp chin and an easy sharp smile, he tries his best to look friendly- he knows that the 7 eyes might throw people off.
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 168 lbs.
Eye color: White
Notable scars/markings: A long scar running down their left arm, as well as a healed gash on their left knee.
Piercings: Both ears have too many piercings to count.
Clothing Style: Very casual and not very flashy. Often dresses in blood red shirts because he believes its his color, but, other than that, he's not incredibly picky.
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A menace is what this one is.
Made to be a smooth-talking trickster, Elijah is designed to be all flowers and smoke. And that's what he is! To those who don't know him well, he is simply a silver-tongue. A shallow individual who seems like they're often there for just a good time, not a long time. Carefree, laid-back, and crass can all be used to describe the guy.
To friends, however, Elijah would be called a fucking force of nature.
They embody the idea and ideal of chaotic good: They often play harmless pranks and tricks all for the fun of it, it's what they thrive off of. An adrenaline junkie, he enjoys close calls with what might be deadly, good natured spars are what make them tick. A wide grin is his signature, as well as a yelled 'Let's raise hell!' before causing (or being stopped from causing) some chaos. Often all over the place with their ideas for havoc, they are a wild and free spirit, fully ready to welcome anyone into their shenanigans.
He's also a firm believer in the fact that all the world's a stage, and revels in what he's good at: making people smile. A loud laugh, a loud voice, and bad jokes are all a staple of his bastardly charm.
They have little patience, though. If the chaos requires intricate workings, they probably won't do it. As much as trouble is what they like, they can't find it easy to want to spend too much time doing one prank when another could be done at the same time, making them quite inattentive. This also seeps into their work: He often finds himself spending hours on things that should be easy, all because he can't quiet his thoughts long enough to get things done quickly.
Another such flaw is being very reactive and easily frustrated. Once something makes them angry, they tend to either shut down or lash out, and they don't often get to pick which one happens. So, they find solace in the thing that both calms them down and makes them productive: music. They believe a playlist for life is required. You won't often find him without headphones in. It's also not uncommon to find that he's had the same song on repeat for a week, with no other reason than 'his brain won't let him'.
While he is chaotic, he's not completely a lost cause. Fiercely loyal to those he considers friends, they might as well be family. He really enjoys trying to rope them into his trouble, but he'll respect them if they would rather not. Even then, he'll take most opportunities to hang out with them, even if it's just them sitting in silence together. A very caring and protective friend is what this one is.
Having a constantly ticking brain means you can usually find them tinkering with things like watches or old toys, trying to see how things are put together. They'll spend hours on that at a time, not even realizing where the time went. Or, if they're relaxing, loafing around town or his apartment. Preferably with friends. He doesn't especially enjoy being alone unless he's exhausted.
Likes:
•A good drink
•His plants
•Adrenaline rushes
•A well thrown party
•Dogs
Loves:
•Being the center of attention
•Candy and sweets in general
•Laughing
•Riding his motorcycle
Dislikes:
•Having the spotlight stolen
•Preteniousness
•Crying in public
•Being talked down to
Loathes:
•Ignorance
•People who take everything seriously
•Fun dampeners
Hobbies:
•Gardening
•Tinkering
•Cooking
•Baking
Quirks and Mannerisms:
•Hates pulp
•Bites their nails a lot
•Ears flick absently; will flick more when nervous or irritated
•He ties a lot of random knots if he can get his hands on string
•Fidgets by pulling on their fingers
•Rocks on their feet a lot
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Born in the woods of some old forest in Virginia, Elijah was the secondborn (but raised as the firstborn) child of the Armestors.
Both his mother and father were respected and feared witches as well as demons to the local mystics of the area, so the nature of their child perplexed them; Elijah was something different from them entirely. Loud and good-natured, he was something of a ray of sunshine in that stuffy house.
Not that it ever did him any good.
Never paying attention to their mother during lessons on how to be a witch, and constantly ignoring their father's additional advice on the occult, they frustrated their parents to no end. Elijah was flighty and impatient, fidgety and prone to bursts of energy. Talkative and somewhat rebellious, they were a hellion to two more quiet and reserved parents.
It didn't help that his powers were late to manifest.
Even by the time he was nearing 112, nearly a teenager by demons standards, he hadn't displayed any signs of having any sorts of abilities that most demons did. Rumors of powerless demons often got whispered through the grapevine, and those sad stories always ended with those poor souls' demise. Either at the hands of more ruthless individuals of their ilk, or demon hunters who they couldn't fight against. Day by day, Serafinas' disappointment and disgust with her son grew. She didn't even make an attempt to mask it, at times.
But, it wasn't the disappointment, or even the lessons that made Elijah discontent. No, it was the boredom. Never allowed out of the cabin for fear he would be snatched away, the young demon spent his days inside, learning about the outside world from behind what felt like a thick blanket. To a kid who knew that his parents had the powers to protect themselves, and, by extension, him, it felt like a taunt. Like the entire Earth was laughing at him, making faces at him and motioning for him to come outside. He ignored the call for years.
Until it became unbearable.
Childish curiosity won out. They ventured out of their cabin, determined to see the world around them and come back home; to show their parents that there was nothing to be afraid of.
Boy, were they wrong.
He was quickly scooped up by a hunter, and thrown into the back of some dark, dingy truck. Kicking and screaming and scratching and damn near biting, Elijah fought their hardest, but it didn't seem to be of much use. The hunter was seasoned, older. Took no heed of his screams.
Funny thing, when demon powers decide to present themselves, it never seems to be the best timing.
He didn't have a name for it then, but he calls it mirage now. Elijahs' aura of distress was so strong, it connected to the hunters' own. Flashes of memories of demon hunts gone wrong clouded his vision, the sounds and the smells and- Oh God.
Elijah was reliving the experience along with the hunter who caught him, who didn't take it very well, to say the least. The truck ended up totaled against a tree, smoke coming out of the hood and the older man left gaping into the distance, his last memories no doubt unpleasant.
Elijah could only sniffle and sob in horror before steeling themselves and stepping out of the car, into the moonlight. Surely, they weren't that far from home. And, surely, his parents would be looking. Right? Why, he was their only child, their firstborn. Their kid. He huddled up against a tree and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Eventually, he got the memo: get moving or die.
They ended up living in the forest of a nearby town, snatching food from porches and becoming known as the town legend for years. They were often sleeping in the branches of the trees they climbed with ease, dining on whatever they could get their hands on. This was how they lived for years: a scavenger, and a lonely one.
Until demons were considered lawful.
Laws were passed declaring demons, as well as many other nonhumans, citizens. Elijah took full advantage of it. With a soft southern accent and young teenage charm, he was often able to crash on the couch of any mystic family who'd let him in. And, with his smug grin and easy way of talking, it was quite a few.
Eventually truancy laws started to apply to mystic children as well, and, after assessing the overall mental ages of the street, everyone who could qualify as a school-age kid was herded into school. It was a tough few weeks at first, especially for Eli. The human kids were to be distrusted, and human teachers? Forget about it. But, he ended up making a friend.
Mason Kyprino and Elijah Armestor became brothers in arms and best friends for life.
Elijah met Mason after coming up to him to compliment him for beating up some humans that had been bullying some smaller dryads on the playground. Being a werewolf, the other kid was instinctively protective of some other mystics, especially the young ones.
Thing is, this werewolf also had a big heart and a wicked conscience.
Mason had promptly burst into tears and turned himself in to the teacher, burning with guilt, leaving Eli trailing behind him in confusion.
The rest is quite frankly history.
Masons' mother quickly figured out that Elijah had no place to stay, and, before the demon could blink, he was adopted into a werewolf family. Masons' siblings were his siblings, and school, as well as life in general, became more bearable.
High school still wreaked its typical havoc on his life, though, and he wanted nothing more than to leave town as soon as they could. There were too many memories he didn't want to carry there.
They skipped town as soon as they graduated; money saved from running errands and part-time jobs were enough to get him to a nice little town in Arizona. He lived there for years, finding his passion for working on bikes after his decided to break down on him. He eventually made a business out of it, which made enough for him to make the move to Phoenix a few months later. They felt that city life would suit them better.
A little after his 120th birthday, he has a visitor. A demon, someone who held an uncanny resemblance to both his mother and father stood on his doorstep. His sister announced, with cold tact, that she'd been looking for him for years, and that she'd been the firstborn of the Armestors. However, demon fighting rings were common in the time before Eli's birth, and that had been the unfortunate fate of his sister. So, for years, he'd been lied to, tricked, deceived. To top it all off, she said that their parents weren't the happiest about him being found, but they'd 'probably get over it'.
He felt as if he'd been punched in the gut.
The next few weeks were a blur of packing, living in his apartment with an aloof and unsociable sister, and visiting the parents he hadn't seen in years. It was…less than a good time.
These days, Gaia, his sister, lives down the hall from him, and rarely drops by. It took him a while to get back to his normal self, but he managed to land on his feet. He's still running his bike shop, committing petty theft, and being an all around menace. And a damn good friend.
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Abilities:
•Glowstick (their dumb name for it) - The two main eyes he can see out of glow in the dark, giving them slightly heightened eyesight.
•Mirage - The user can make someone see things or feel emotions that aren't particularly real. The drawback is he will see what the victim sees and feel what they feel. He often doesn't have control over this, and this ability will activate when him or someone around him has passed a high threshold of emotion.
•Shadow - They hold the ability to slip completely into the shadows. Think the shawdow creatures from Princess and the Frog. The drawback is they can't hold this form for more than thirty minutes at a time. Once the thirty minutes is up, they become visible and the power has a cooldown of two hours.
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•They have diagnosed (but unmedicated) ADHD. Their parents never could get them meds, and Elijah doesn't want to go through the hassle of getting it themselves. They still function fairly well, but sometimes things like executive dysfunction, social confusion, rejection sensitivity, and impulsivity make things a bit difficult. But, things like a brain that comes to fast conclusions also helps him in some settings, where information can be soaked up and connected on the spot. He also tends to stim by chewing or finger tapping, so he likes to keep gum on hand.
•His mother is a Pride and Wrath demon, while his father is of Greed and Envy. His fathers linage manifests itself in his looks (Cooler colors and a taller build), while his Wrath and Pride linage displays itself in his powers.
•Friends with Demiter! He adores her and often is a victim to her fashion whims. They get along very well, though.
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NSFW Alignment: Sub
Code by Jenamos | Inspired by MaryGold
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