CROSS, ELIJAH IAN

[ELIJAH IAN CROSS]

Elijah Ian Cross

CHARACTER NAME || elijah ian cross
NICKNAME || eli
GENDER || male
AGE || twenty-four
PREFERENCE || straight
MEMBER GROUP || citizen
PLAY BY || josh beech

LIKES || going to any kind of social even that will be able to entertain him with live music, being constantly busy so that the day can go by faster (usually does not happen, of course), playing music as well as preforming it so long as it is with enjoyable people, being right, being in the company of those who do not brag and give him sad stories of their lives, drawing on occasion, the smell of freshly ground coffee beans (but who doesn't), when the weather is more on the warm side, traveling as he can't stand staying in one place all the time, open minded people, horribly raunchy jokes, the little mints that usually come in pretty dishes at weddings, clothes that fit just right.
DISLIKES || overemotional people who stir up drama, being told what he is required to be or believe in to please other people, going out of his way to please other people, nosy people with annoying questions, being stared at for more than seven seconds when there is no conversation, being told that he can be moody, feeling dizzy or being flung in circles in any way, people encouraging their kids to follow strict social beliefs so that they may fit in, when his sister calls him old, missing people (though he is not the type to admit such a thing).
STRENGTHS || learning: if there is one thing that he can do it is catch onto something quickly. because of his usually quiet and off to the side personality, it often gives him a chance to reflect on everything that is going on. and those little cogs in his brain are constantly pumping out ideas whether they are good ones or bad ones. independent: he can take care of himself. there is no doubt about it either. since he's been just a boy he's been watching his own back and watching his own money. if he's got a question then he'll find an answer without giving you any bother. if he needs to move a stove then he'll find a way to do it without even telling anyone about it. if he wants something done he does it and doesn't really get too pissed if you don't show up to help him out when you offer. artistic: even though he obviously doesn't always tap into his artistic side, it is there. he can sing, play music, and even paint portraits (in his own style of course) without too much bother. and he rather enjoys it. humble: even if some people think he's a jerk and a major pain in the ass, some can come to learn this good thing about him. he doesn't brag. he doesn't shove his victories in your face. and he doesn't advertise anything about himself to the world.
WEAKNESSES || affection: it is not his strong point and he doesn't really try to make it one. he's the type of guy who might give being nice a go but if you don't dig it then he's not going to go overboard or press it. he can snuggle... if you force him into it. he's more than a little awkward when it comes to attempting to be affectionate toward people, overall. blunt: he has no problem whatsoever with calling the girl who is calling herself fat... fat. and he has no issues with giving you the full honest truth whether you would like to hear it or not. he is horrible at sugar coating things and if he even attempts it the sarcasm is painfully obvious to ones ears. pessimistic: horrible, horrible, horrible at looking at the bright side of life. when something goes wrong then he will always assume that it is going to get worse. in this world, there is no such thing as a silver lining in his eyes and he is not afraid to rain on your parade or be the bearer of bad news. positive thinking is simply... too difficult for him to get the hang off. guarded: he can be a great liar. he can hide from you everything about him and he truly has no interest in sharing anything about himself with anyone and he will never ever except your help or anyone else. he would not even accept a kind offer from a family member. he does not like letting people in since they may suddenly think him a coward or something when they figure him out.
FEARS || never even being considered comparable to other peoples successes. relapsing into his completely anti-social, depressive state. becoming a complete recluse. being forgotten. going into a coma.
SECRETS || at the age of seventeen he was in a nasty car crash and was in a coma for several months. he's been diagnosed as clinically depressed but has always refused it and any kind of medication to come along with it.
GOALS || to one day prove to his very religious family that just because he does not believe like they do that it does not make him unworthy of anything. to find something that he is truly passionate about. maybe go back to school one day.
PERSONALITY ||

• quite overprotective of the things/people he's closest too
  
• not talkative or chatty in person
  
• comes off as aggressive
  
• often very insensitive or unresponsive to other people and their feelings
  
• keeps his emotions bottled up and gets very annoyed when asked about them
  
• can be extremely sarcastic
  
• intellectually quick and unafraid speaking his mind
  
• does not stray from his beliefs despite pressure
  
• he knows his limits and usually does not stray beyond them
  
• has a difficult time with commitment and getting emotionally close to other people

PARENTS || alleen tula cross / fify-five / elementary teacher / mother
brendan chase cross / fifty-seven / pastor / father
SIBLINGS || erin raye cross / seventeen / high school student / baby sister
BIRTHPLACE || churchtown, ireland
HOMETOWN || oxfordshire , england
NATIONALITY & LANGUAGES || irish & speaks english

SAMPLE RP HERE

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A spark of orange appeared in the blackness of the small apartment room. The harsh smell of cigarette smoke drifted through, leaving a trail in the dim light. Then it was gone, only showing a faint sign of its existence when the user took in the toxins of the cigarette. A light was flipped on and bathed the room in a dull yellow. The smoker squeezed his eyes closed, putting a hand against his forehead as his eyes soaked in the color and tried to adjust to it. In a moment he had them opened again and was groping the bed sheets around him for some kind of covering for his body. He finally grasped a long-sleeved tee that was tangled into the twisted, beige bed sheets. He took another puff of the cigarette and then placed it on a glass ash tray at the bedside. The tee shirt was then pulled over his head, instantly greeting his body with a stale cold feeling. He huffed and pushed off of the bed, shivering when his bare feet met the hardwood floor. The alarm clock was staring him down with its striking red numbers now and he couldn’t help but glance down at the time.

Like always, it was four twenty am. He always seemed to be waking up exactly at that time. His eyes would snap open and he would be staring safely up at a dark ceiling. There were no dangers, just his dreams teasing and taunting him, never allowing him sleep. Dreams of screeching tires, breaking glass, and twisting metal.

He touched his hand to his lips remember feeling the snap in his jaw. It still managed to send chills down his spine.

Beside the bright numbers he could see a light flashing. It was the phone cradle, indicating that he had yet to receive the message that had already been recorded to the machine. He had already clicked through the phone’s history of callers and knew exactly who had left the message on his phone. It would be his father, telling him that he was sending prayers his way and that the family would always welcome him home… oh, and that God would always be there to forgive him for his sins and relieve him of his miseries or whatever other bullshit that he had to go on about. Not that he should think that about his father but what did it matter? They were countries away now. It was alright. There was no use in apologies and there was no use in trying to return his call only to have idle chatter since him and his father both knew that they would only dance around topics and never truly have a meaningful conversation. They never could. Even if his father had something to say he wouldn’t always say it. Eli hated that. It drove him absolutely mad. He hated the tone of worry trying to be covered with fake interest and cheer in silly things.

Elijah wasn’t coming home. There was nothing for him there in Churchtown. He didn’t press the play button. He didn’t need to hear it today. Or tomorrow, or the next day. He could ignore it forever if he wanted.

Elijah turned his back on the machine and tiredly walked out of the cool bedroom. It was time for some early morning coffee and old reruns of sitcoms he didn’t know the name of. They would numb his brain again. Make him temporarily forget and drift into a zombie stare. Nothing would go through and process. It was time to forget for the day.

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THE NAME'S HAY AND I AM BOARDING THE FEMALE TRAIN
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR SIX YEARS NOW. I ALSO PLAY
NADA HERE. AND I AM NINETEEN YEARS YOUNG.

[ELIJAH IAN CROSS]

all done

[( SYLLIE )]