Elliot Slatewell Jul 19, 2012 23:13:22 GMT -5
Post by dian on Jul 19, 2012 23:13:22 GMT -5
Elliot stands short, but is just above the average height for a ranger by an inch or so, slim naturally but muscles gained over years of practice with the bow. There is not an inch of fat anywhere on his body where it isn't needed, it's mainly from all of the time he spends running, but also because his cooking is not nearly as good as most of the rangers. He often lives on cold rations for weeks at a time because he always messes up the stew - fortunately he gets the coffee right.Personality:
Elliot's hair his a dirty Blondie, the darker streaks tend to stand out the most in the darkness, but the light blonde streaks tend to "glow" in the sunlight - those words were only ever said by over dramatic people and himself. He keeps it very short, as short as he can keep it. He finds it a nuisance to go to a barber very often, and so for only when he has no formal events to be at for a while, he has gotten the hang of cutting his own hair. It's quite a bit cleaner cut then other home made hair cuts (cough-halt-cough) since he has a very sharp blade to do it with.
His eyes are the deepest brown, his pupils even seem to meld in with the iris in darker light - torch light in particular, in sunlight they can be very interesting. In bright sunlight you can see the darker specs that are hidden around the pupil. His nose is obviously broken, there's no way you can get past it, it's not a detriment to his looks, but it certainly doesn't make him more handsome. If anything the nose gives him a fearsome look to his otherwise very kind face. Those who know him know to look past the nose.
On his back he has multiple scars on his back, they're not very old but they have stopped being red and angry, and are just silvery lines etched on his back.
Elliot isn't a very vain or narcissistic person, though his comments about his own appearance may say otherwise. His jokes are him being the butt of his own jokes, or at the expensive of a women. Of course his jokes tend to be few and far between unless he is in a large group of people, he like them to be appreciated rather than just a smirk and a continuation of life.History:
In general Elliot tends to speak a lot for what is normally expected by the people of Araluen for Rangers. He sometimes needs to simply told shut up, but not too many people really do outside of the rangers - who do it very often. There is a little bit of a strategy behind this though, Elliot found at a young age that when you act comfortable and talk freely - even if it is only an act - people will tend to talk about themselves more. Well either that or they will give you that look that feels very unnerving. Elliot has never been a shy person, when he was younger he use to demand a rooms attention, and he still can... though often in a different way.
Elliot fears very few things, he learned to overcome his little childhood fears through his ranger training. however, pure phobias are hard to beat. Ever since he was a little kid he'd been afraid of small spaces, purely terrified. It started when the roof of his town house caved, and though he hadn't been crushed to bits (pure luck as his grandmother always reminded him), he had been pinned against the floor when a larger piece had gotten stuck on the wall on it's way to crashing down. He had been lying flat for a while when he started getting scared he would never get out and that would be the place he died. fortunately he did get our but the fear stuck with him the rest of his life.
Elliot's attitude does tend to vary depending on who he is with. He is kind to strangers as long as they don't seem to be rude or obnoxious. To those he knows well, of course he treats kindly, but he is a lot more joking and light hearted. He wants people to have a good impression of him at first site, so that's why he tries to be so nice. He's quite a bit more reserved around important people - whatever fief's baron he happens to have, King Duncan, and people he needs something from that can't be gotten from chatter. Despite all of these different parts of him, he is still the same person, he doesn't change himself for others, just how much of himself he let's out.
Janna Farewell was a bored girl after being married to her husband Markus Farewell, the very local smith in the village. She got very little attention from the man, he worked often, and then went to the tavern and drunk most of the night. She was often very alone, and busied herself with house work so that the day would pass. Well, that is until the unfortunate day a man came to stay in the village. He was posing as a knight of Araluen, with the stolen armor he had snitched from a knight he had murdered. Of course poor attention deprived Janna didn't know that. The man was a terrible flirt, with amazing looks, and he wooed Janna... and that story end with the birth of Elliot, who was assumed by all but Janna to be Markus Farewell's child.
Eliot Farewell's mother and "father" were ordinary to Elliot. There wasn't very much different about them, to the young Eliot they even seemed mundane. His "father" was an smith, and he wasn't even the master at the fief, he simply fixed whatever the villagers of the small town they lived at brought in. His mother was even worse. She sat at home, doing the house work - mending, washing, and cooking - all day and nothing else. Even at a very young age Elliot could tell his parents were very boring, and so he tended to wander outside of the house, further and further every day until his mother started coming after him. After the third time of having to run after the toddling Elliot, his mother refused to let him out of her sight for a few years.
A bored child wasn't always the best thing though, Elliot had the worst tendency to break everything in sight. Plates would crash and so would everything else. He really just wanted more attention than he was getting, after a month of this, his mother couldn't take it. She started letting Elliot do what ever he wanted, as long as he didn't break anything! From that day he started to wander away from the house very very far. It wasn't the attention he had been going for, but he had gotten what had been taken away from him.
Elliot always seemed to be a little bit of a disappointment to his own father. It started with Elliot looking more like his mother than himself. He was even more disappointed when Elliot grew to be scrawny, and had no build to be a smith like his father. When Elliot started getting siblings, none of them looked anything like him, they were all built like the smith their father was (even his sister was rather broad, though still a beauty) and their hair was coal black. Markus Farewell started to ignore his oldest when he was only 6.
At the age of 10 it was obvious to Markus that Elliot was not his son. However, he didn't mention it until Elliot turned 14, when he was supposed to start proper training as a smith. The day after Elliot's birthday, Markus confronted Elliot's mother - intending on finding the truth. Janna was struck wordless at first before she admitted the truth. Markus went ballistic and went after the boy he had thought to be his son for years. Elliot was dodging everywhere and made the mistake of running through the workshop, where Markus grabbed a poker that had rested in the coals for hours. Markus swung at Elliot's back quite a few times, and each time he hit, Elliot's skin burned and deep cuts appeared in the skin.
Fortunately Elliot managed to escape from his father, being much faster despite the injuries. Elliot ran straight through the forest, in a path he didn't recognize or ever explore. He ran until exhaustion and lack of blood made him faint. The next time he woke up he was in the cabin of the local ranger. The ranger explained how he had seen Elliot in the forest very often, climbing trees and running around. The ranger had thought Elliot had potential for an apprentice, and that's how Elliot became an apprentice.
4 years into his apprenticeship he found himself needing to go to a smith, and since the other smiths in the area where all much to busy to do it on that day, Elliot found himself outside Markus Farewell's workshop. He was garbed in his full ranger uniform, and no one would recognize him if he didn't pull down his hood... even then, it had been 4 years. Elliot was nervous the whole time he was in the shop, but his father only reacted how most people would to a ranger walking up to them.
When Elliot walked out of the workshop, intending to never return if he didn't have to, and he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Janna, his mother. His mother burst into tears, and Elliot's instinct told him to comfort his mother. The two of them walked away out of sight from the rest of the town. When his mother calmed down enough to talk, she told Elliot most of what he wanted to know about his real father - his name Arnold Slatewood, he had looked a lot like Elliot did then, and his accent sounded a bit off of normal Araluen. Elliot was in a bit of a daze, but managed say goodbye and walk back towards the cabin he lived in with his mentor. On the way there, he decided that one day he would find the man that was his father.
Years later, not very much after he turned 27, Elliot was sent to the south east of Araluen to help out with a village who was always hit by Skandian raiders year after year (Some people who had seen the mast head thought it might have been the same ship every year). The ordeal was dealt with using quite a bit of strength to help, but that isn't the most shocking part of that journey. Elliot had found his father on this trip.
It started when he overheard a man say the name that Elliot's mother had said belonged to his real father. Fortunately the man also happened to say a general direction the man had gone in. Not long after those words were said, Elliot was thundering on his horse (Terra) on a path. It wasn't more than an hour or two later that he found a small campsite off the path with a small tent and a man hunched over a fire of dying coals. He looked almost sickly.
Elliot walked over to the man slowly, and the man's head rose quickly to see Elliot. It didn't take them long to figure it out, it was too obvious. Arnold saw himself years before when he had been at his prime. Elliot saw a man who had a spark of youth that reminded Elliot of himself. When Elliot frowned at the man, Arnold grinned, and asked Elliot's full name and vise versa. When Elliot heard the man's name seconds later he said "Janna Farewell is my mother, I'm sure you know of her."
Elliot decided to stay with his real father that night and part of the morning. He shouldn't have, Crowley had wanted him back as soon as possible, but this was an exception. Unfortunately, the more time he spent with Arnold, the less and less he liked the man, and the more and more he realized they were very alike in the way they acted, moved, and spoke. It was disconcerting to him, and Elliot didn't look back when he left Arnold the next morning at dawn. As he rode away he decided he was no longer Elliot Farewell. He wasn't the son of the smith, but he was raised as one. He in the opposite way wasn't the son of Arnold Slatewood. He was somewhere in between. From that day he mixed his name to be Slatewell.
The rest of his life as a Ranger consisted of being moved around to find a good fief for him to work with. The longest he has ever stayed in one fief is the current fief he is in, which is adjacent to Redmont. He is looking for an apprentice to finally take on, though he isn't to happy with the young lads around his fief.
He has a cat, its a nicely self-groomed tabby named Marble.
His best skill is dealing with the courier's code, he can translate the code almost as if it was a second language.