Elliot

> "*Well I was gonna say that there is the cat's meow - a balcony level purrshow, actually. Spotlight.*"
> ― Elias
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## Personality

**TOKEN WORDS: [ friendly ] [ flexible ] [ kind ] [ passive ] [ indecisive ] [ idealistic ] [ dutiful ]**

[ of cups ]

His love is easy. Elliott carries respect and appreciation of the world around him (all - the sprouts that desperately push through sidewalks, the city skyline blinking at night, the sleepy people easing through the streets) and that fondness is apparent in all that he does. There is never any hesitation for him in what he thinks is kindness, usually taking the form of acts of servitude. In his mind, these deeds serve as a thank-you to the universe for existing in its plane. Quick to both forgive and forget, there isn't a single person that has ever stayed on his bad side for more than a week or two. Believing in the good in everything makes it difficult to not overlook the bad. A friendly, good-humored person despite his perhaps intimidating appearance, he carries his heart open and flexible to any injury.

[ of pentacles ]

Greed is apparent in all souls though less visible in some, and such is the case for Elliott. A passive person who follows the whims of others more than his own, he rarely says that he wants anything. But there's no avoiding the rows of worn down yet obviously cared for books of fairy-tales and young adult fiction that line his small bookshelf. The pages worn however untorn, unmarked. A desk drawer containing an old CD case of pirated copies of Narnia, Peter Pan, Spirited Away. In the summer, his window stays open at night despite the pollution and pollen. A welcome of sorts, to fate, though he doesn't admit to it. His greed is subtle but sturdy - even after twenty-one years, he longs for nothing more than a chance for adventure.

[ of swords ]

Morality is a grey, limp thing for such an invertebrate. When asked, Elliott will parrot back things that he'd heard growing up - killing people is bad, if you have nothing nice to say don't say it at all, stealing isn't a good thing to do if you have the means. But even though he says these things, he has no such strong feeling either way about most concepts. If someone stole or even killed in front of him, the extent to which he'd intervene would probably be along the lines of 'please don't do that' or a threat to call a figure that has more authority. That said, it is not that he's afraid of being hurt or of confrontation, but rather that he's rarely certain that he is in the right and would rather leave decisions to someone else.

[ of wands ]

Working hard is.... hard! He puts up a good front at first, gets excited by new ideas, but Elliott burns out within the month. Still, his sense of duty keeps him working at a reasonable level and he never quite lets people down, except maybe himself. There weren't very many expectations to start with. Sometimes he feels like he should work harder, but that idea is often replaced by a feeling of 'this is enough, isn't it?'.

## Background

**TOKEN EVENTS: [ birth ] [ required schooling ] [ football ] [ arbys ]**

The third child of a simple, traditional family consisting of one mother and one father (never divorced, never separated, always married - quite in love), Elliott was born and reared in New York City. They weren't ridiculously wealthy, but well off enough to raise four children in the heart of New York in a reasonably sized apartment and Elliott did not lack anything. His older siblings were kind and caring and made up for the absence of having two working parents, his younger sister was sweet and well-behaved. The kids nearby weren't bad either and he grew close to them even as he got older, playing basketball down the street and drinking juice boxes during the summer at a nearby public pool. There weren't really any events that hit home hard for him. A grandparent's passing at age fifteen, a bird he once tried to nurse to health that didn't quite succeed, a couple of concussions from football and a broken bone or two, some unconventional run-ins with strangers on the street - but nothing truly remarkable. And a part of him, while resenting that, was resigned to it.

Graduating high school (fine grades, nothing spectacular), his family had initially planned to send him to a nicer university but having two previous children to support took the toll on number three's funds and he decided to just take a few courses at a time while working at Arby's, save up some money and he could attend school later once his older siblings were more settled. Two years post-high school he moved in with a couple of friends who really needed an extra roommate and didn't want to take their chances with a stranger. It was a dip in the funds pool to move out of home, but that was fine. He was in no rush.

He'd been living there a year when the message came. Had it been anywhere else, he would have paid it no mind - Facebook, Twitter, Discord, Instagram, E-mail - sure! Things tended to grab those corners of the internet. But on a tiny forum community dedicated to local ghost hauntings? With six members? Two of which were him and his sister and none of which had been active in months? That - that was something to pay attention to. And there was no way a starry-eyed hopeful like him could ignore such a call. Still, he didn't want to be too excited. He didn't cancel his shift at work, just deciding that he'd stop by the area for a quick look to see if anyone else had received the message on just a small alternate path to work. Just a short stop. Just a tiny bit of believing.
And then the bell tolled.

## Trivia

* Has three siblings - two older, one younger:
	+ Hope - Age 26
	+ Wallace - Age 22
	+ Eileen - Age 17
* Nonbinary - Isn't aware of it, generally goes by 'he' pronouns though does not correct people, it's not something he thinks about
* Has allergies almost year round (especially bad in summer/spring), is also allergic to cats and pineapples
* Lactose intolerant because why not
* The backpack was a gift from Wallace as a joke (joke's on him, Elliott loves it)
* Really fucking good at pinball
* Goes ghost hunting with his sis sometimes, is vaguely into it
* Likes cute, small animals, banana splits, and most everything
* Technically has a sense of smell and taste but God knows it barely works right now
* Hair is bleach, dyed, and permed! His friend used him as a test dummy... same with the piercings
* Nicknamed himself Luna Starling on all online games since he was 10