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「Ain't it pass 'ya bedtime, lad?」[basic info]name | Elliot Vendler
nickname | Bedhead
sex | Male
age | 23
h / w | 180cm (5'10") / 69kg (153 lbs)
birthday | June 1st
rank | Pawn
squad | Whiteout
badge | A pair of animalistic-like teeth that serves updates with a smile.

[personality]
「C'mon now, misery guts. 'Gotta grin once in awhile.」
✔ Optimistic | Extroverted | Humorous | Animated | Realist
✘ Impulsive | Remorseless | Liar | Disruptive | Hot-headed

It's an understatement to say that it's easy to be rubbed the wrong way if you aren't cautious along these choppy waters. With no real regards towards consequences, empathy, and confining to social norms it's more likely than not that you'll see an undesirable angle of Elliot no matter how much you tilt your head, and you'll probably wonder "how can he even live with himself?" He's known to be an outrageously abrasive loud spaz with what seems like very little control of his rapid-fire emotions. Elliot has no filter to add on with that, and thus most of what he says is raw attitude with a bite, and his actions are relatively meant to be taken sourly. Can he be nice? Well, sure, he's a human being after all but it's not something worth counting on. He's more likely to lie in your face about pickpocketing that 20 dollar bill in your wallet than to be truthful and simply return it back - and he wouldn't feel a hint of guilt for doing so either. It's a given at this point but it's worth it to mention that a hierarchy concept is pretty much nonexistent. He'll treat others as he sees fit, whether they be elder, a boss, a child, or a friend. (You could imagine that being forced to follow such strict laws is like tying him down to a chair and watching him squirm.)

Not a whole lot of people will consider this but there are actually perks to his wild behavior. He's a very outgoing lad that has no problem sparking conversation (be it positive or negative) and has that one secret charm in his pocket that usually is the spell that gets others on his side. He's silly. He's so lively and bubbly to the point he ought to be in a cartoon for children to make them laugh, and because of this he's just an interesting spectacle to watch and listen to. He gets his sick kicks from being mean, but... he's a misunderstood comedian. Someone that lacks a funny bone in them and can't find the notion to laugh at themselves once in awhile will have an excruciatingly hard time dealing with Elliot. He likes to make fun of the truth of situations, you see, leaving him to be - though a wacky loony toon - one with a practical sense of being in the world.

[400]

Likes|Dislikes:
+ Adventure | + Literature | +Being bundled up in blankets | +Dark humor | +Spicy Foods
- Restraints | - Shopping | - Mundane attitudes | - Shy/Soft voices | - Cold

[history]
「If only if it weren't like a cliche.. where's the originality?」
    If you need to know anything about Elliot, it's that he's not super fond of his life prior to joining the party. Was his life terrible, maybe? Well of course, but that isn't the thing that gets his tongue knotted up and, for the first time ever, becoming reluctant to say something on a matter. It's more so that it wasn't some grand and exciting tale like in his childhood comic books, where the parents are long pass due and the main character grows to be this rough and tough powerhouse of coolness. No, no, unfortunately that hadn't happen to dear old Elliot. He had the right ingredients though, surely. For as long as he can remember, Elliot has and has always been a foster child. The cardboard cut-outs of a mom and dad had never been a thing... or at least a tangible thing, rather. His homes were never permanent, his friends weren't there to last, and every new batch of "parents" were nothing but strangers in his own room. It didn't really seem to bother the kid, naturally, or at least he hadn't expressed distress - but there was some tell-tell signs of long-lasting effects beginning to settle. Elliot was growing with no law. The world around him has been so concerned in placing him in safe area away to what they've told him to be an alcoholic mother and an imprisoned father, that there was no adult figure that stayed long enough in his life to show him the ropes. There was no one to teach him kindness and compassion, forgiveness and generosity... He only knew you had to have enough hospitality to spare the kid the couch for a couple nights.

    Elliot wasn't always a loud boy, but he was bitter like dark chocolate. He was, and still is, cruel and mean for seemingly no reason, able to snap at anyone if you weren't watching where you had your hand. This made him quite unfavorable to many of his caretakers, and thus he was turned down for adoption time and time again. But what was it to him? Why was it so important to be with a family; to be with strangers? What was the point of staying with them if all they do is ignore you or... get... way too close for comfort... was it to be normal? To be like the other kids, he wondered? His aging mind pondered more and more on this, and by God had he only scowled at the thought of being a normie; being goodie-two shoes.. being told what to do, being subordinate, this and that -- what was so appealing about having a family? ...No, no. He wouldn't be able to deal with those circumstances, and that distaste to confine in what was told to him carried this notion to act out more than usual. He was now purposely acting a fool to be the last choice on their minds. Lying, stealing, vulgar backtalk-- what was once a play slowly morphed and stuck to him like napalm; being the jester had been his real gig all along it would seem. He fancied the bad than the good, the morally wrong rather than the socially approved. There'd be no words for it... but there was a sense of comfort within it.

Eventually Elliot grew out of the system and was old enough to take measures into his own hands. He was unleashed from his birdcage and set out to freedom, but the lad hadn't known a thing about flying. He fell. By now the void sounded like a delicious place for his lonesome self - at least there he'd have a home. Today, he sits with a dear friend that lends him the couch every so often to sleep on while he puts no effort into finding a job - or a hobby for that matter. Things were miserable... a home... a home. That's all he could ever dream for right now. He longed for some place he could call his own, and while staring up at an ad on the billboard about Specter one day out on the streets... he figured... he wondered...

An email the next day buzzed his phone awake, and there with it was the download link.
  It's no superhero storyline, but he hoped that this opportunity will be the last set of doors he has to see.

[729]

[stats]
[6] Strength | ★★★★★★☆
[4] Endurance| ★★★★☆☆☆
[4] Speed | ★★★★☆☆☆
[0] Coordination| ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
[3] Intelligence| ★★★☆☆☆☆
[0] Flexibility | ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

  Unfortunately the lad isn't calculated enough to be graceful in his endeavors, as he is spontaneous and relies heavily on instinct than intuition. Luckily he's like a firework; it's enough to make a scene, then he's gone the next minute. Though, either way it's best to spot the immediate danger of him picking up a chair and leave immediately.

[misc]
Voice: Will Stamper
Elliot is left-handed.
Elliot fakes an Australian accent for... comedic purpose. He seems to only plainly speak when he wants to get a point across.
He hasn't combed his hair for a month and counting.
He's able to do parkour, but he's likely to pull something since he never stretches.
Very into Japanese culture.
His mask is a kabuki oni mask he made himself.
Why the goggles? Fashion statement.
As for sexuality... it's very uncertain. He sends hints and messages that leans both ways, and asking him directly won't give you a definite answer.
Elliot suffers from ASPD, or antisocial personality disorder. He doesn't know its even a thing, however; approaching him with that said diagnoses would just confuse him.

Description

「Ain't it pass 'ya bedtime, lad?」[basic info]name | Elliot Vendler
nickname | Bedhead
sex | Male
age | 23
h / w | 180cm (5'10") / 69kg (153 lbs)
birthday | June 1st
rank | Pawn
squad | Whiteout
badge | A pair of animalistic-like teeth that serves updates with a smile.

[personality]
「C'mon now, misery guts. 'Gotta grin once in awhile.」
✔ Optimistic | Extroverted | Humorous | Animated | Realist
✘ Impulsive | Remorseless | Liar | Disruptive | Hot-headed

It's an understatement to say that it's easy to be rubbed the wrong way if you aren't cautious along these choppy waters. With no real regards towards consequences, empathy, and confining to social norms it's more likely than not that you'll see an undesirable angle of Elliot no matter how much you tilt your head, and you'll probably wonder "how can he even live with himself?" He's known to be an outrageously abrasive loud spaz with what seems like very little control of his rapid-fire emotions. Elliot has no filter to add on with that, and thus most of what he says is raw attitude with a bite, and his actions are relatively meant to be taken sourly. Can he be nice? Well, sure, he's a human being after all but it's not something worth counting on. He's more likely to lie in your face about pickpocketing that 20 dollar bill in your wallet than to be truthful and simply return it back - and he wouldn't feel a hint of guilt for doing so either. It's a given at this point but it's worth it to mention that a hierarchy concept is pretty much nonexistent. He'll treat others as he sees fit, whether they be elder, a boss, a child, or a friend. (You could imagine that being forced to follow such strict laws is like tying him down to a chair and watching him squirm.)

Not a whole lot of people will consider this but there are actually perks to his wild behavior. He's a very outgoing lad that has no problem sparking conversation (be it positive or negative) and has that one secret charm in his pocket that usually is the spell that gets others on his side. He's silly. He's so lively and bubbly to the point he ought to be in a cartoon for children to make them laugh, and because of this he's just an interesting spectacle to watch and listen to. He gets his sick kicks from being mean, but... he's a misunderstood comedian. Someone that lacks a funny bone in them and can't find the notion to laugh at themselves once in awhile will have an excruciatingly hard time dealing with Elliot. He likes to make fun of the truth of situations, you see, leaving him to be - though a wacky loony toon - one with a practical sense of being in the world.

[400]

Likes|Dislikes:
+ Adventure | + Literature | +Being bundled up in blankets | +Dark humor | +Spicy Foods
- Restraints | - Shopping | - Mundane attitudes | - Shy/Soft voices | - Cold

[history]
「If only if it weren't like a cliche.. where's the originality?」
    If you need to know anything about Elliot, it's that he's not super fond of his life prior to joining the party. Was his life terrible, maybe? Well of course, but that isn't the thing that gets his tongue knotted up and, for the first time ever, becoming reluctant to say something on a matter. It's more so that it wasn't some grand and exciting tale like in his childhood comic books, where the parents are long pass due and the main character grows to be this rough and tough powerhouse of coolness. No, no, unfortunately that hadn't happen to dear old Elliot. He had the right ingredients though, surely. For as long as he can remember, Elliot has and has always been a foster child. The cardboard cut-outs of a mom and dad had never been a thing... or at least a tangible thing, rather. His homes were never permanent, his friends weren't there to last, and every new batch of "parents" were nothing but strangers in his own room. It didn't really seem to bother the kid, naturally, or at least he hadn't expressed distress - but there was some tell-tell signs of long-lasting effects beginning to settle. Elliot was growing with no law. The world around him has been so concerned in placing him in safe area away to what they've told him to be an alcoholic mother and an imprisoned father, that there was no adult figure that stayed long enough in his life to show him the ropes. There was no one to teach him kindness and compassion, forgiveness and generosity... He only knew you had to have enough hospitality to spare the kid the couch for a couple nights.

    Elliot wasn't always a loud boy, but he was bitter like dark chocolate. He was, and still is, cruel and mean for seemingly no reason, able to snap at anyone if you weren't watching where you had your hand. This made him quite unfavorable to many of his caretakers, and thus he was turned down for adoption time and time again. But what was it to him? Why was it so important to be with a family; to be with strangers? What was the point of staying with them if all they do is ignore you or... get... way too close for comfort... was it to be normal? To be like the other kids, he wondered? His aging mind pondered more and more on this, and by God had he only scowled at the thought of being a normie; being goodie-two shoes.. being told what to do, being subordinate, this and that -- what was so appealing about having a family? ...No, no. He wouldn't be able to deal with those circumstances, and that distaste to confine in what was told to him carried this notion to act out more than usual. He was now purposely acting a fool to be the last choice on their minds. Lying, stealing, vulgar backtalk-- what was once a play slowly morphed and stuck to him like napalm; being the jester had been his real gig all along it would seem. He fancied the bad than the good, the morally wrong rather than the socially approved. There'd be no words for it... but there was a sense of comfort within it.

Eventually Elliot grew out of the system and was old enough to take measures into his own hands. He was unleashed from his birdcage and set out to freedom, but the lad hadn't known a thing about flying. He fell. By now the void sounded like a delicious place for his lonesome self - at least there he'd have a home. Today, he sits with a dear friend that lends him the couch every so often to sleep on while he puts no effort into finding a job - or a hobby for that matter. Things were miserable... a home... a home. That's all he could ever dream for right now. He longed for some place he could call his own, and while staring up at an ad on the billboard about Specter one day out on the streets... he figured... he wondered...

An email the next day buzzed his phone awake, and there with it was the download link.
  It's no superhero storyline, but he hoped that this opportunity will be the last set of doors he has to see.

[729]

[stats]
[6] Strength | ★★★★★★☆
[4] Endurance| ★★★★☆☆☆
[4] Speed | ★★★★☆☆☆
[0] Coordination| ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
[3] Intelligence| ★★★☆☆☆☆
[0] Flexibility | ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

  Unfortunately the lad isn't calculated enough to be graceful in his endeavors, as he is spontaneous and relies heavily on instinct than intuition. Luckily he's like a firework; it's enough to make a scene, then he's gone the next minute. Though, either way it's best to spot the immediate danger of him picking up a chair and leave immediately.

[misc]
Voice: Will Stamper
Elliot is left-handed.
Elliot fakes an Australian accent for... comedic purpose. He seems to only plainly speak when he wants to get a point across.
He hasn't combed his hair for a month and counting.
He's able to do parkour, but he's likely to pull something since he never stretches.
Very into Japanese culture.
His mask is a kabuki oni mask he made himself.
Why the goggles? Fashion statement.
As for sexuality... it's very uncertain. He sends hints and messages that leans both ways, and asking him directly won't give you a definite answer.
Elliot suffers from ASPD, or antisocial personality disorder. He doesn't know its even a thing, however; approaching him with that said diagnoses would just confuse him.